Once again, I am so so so sorry it has been such a long time since I have updated. I'm sure you guys are so sick of hearing this, but life just always seems to get in the way. Thank you so much for all of you who have stayed with me throughout this story! I love you all, you are my reason for continuing on with this story. I hope this new chapter somewhat makes up for this long wait! Suggestions and constructive comments are always wanted I am excited to finally be able to continue on with this story, so here we go!

Where we left off….

~~As Sam drove recklessly on the road, Lou, Spike and Ed exchanged looks and quietly buckled up. Feeling brave and now extremely pissed off, Lou risked asking Sam a question, "Where the hell are we going Sam?" Without taking his eyes of the road, Sam replied, his jaw tightening, "We are gonna go get my girls back."~~

After a period of silence, while the four of them listened and watch the storm rage outside, Spike finally voiced what he could only guess the others were thinking.

"Uh Sam," Spike spoke up, "How are we gonna do that? We don't have any idea where that scumbag took Jules."

With his fists clench on the steering wheel, Sam responded without taking his eyes off the road, "I have an idea."

"Are you going to enlighten us now, Sam, or do we have to wait for a news bulletin?" asked Ed, his anger starting to rise to the surface as his thoughts turned to Jules.

Holding back a snarl, Sam cranked the wheel sharply, practically going up on two wheels as the SUV turned the corner, sliding a bit on the slick roads. Finally, Sam had managed to get his temper under control. It now boiled right at the surface, but at least he was not outwardly punching things.

With his rage temporarily held back, Sam responded to Ed's question, while surpassing the road's speed limits in an astonishing way. "In the investigation that came after I killed Zacharra's wife, it came out that they had a cabin up by Lake Ontario. My bet is that is where he has Jules."

"That makes sense. I mean, he is trying to get back at you," thought Lou out loud, as he shot an uncomfortable glance in Sam's direction, "so in a sick, twisted way, it makes sense for him to take your fiancée to a place that was special to him and his wife. But Sam, I don't think it is purely revenge….not anymore."

"What the hell does that mean?" demanded Sam, his eyes continuously scanning the rain slicked gravel road for signs that they were approaching Lake Ontario.

"I think what he means is that if he really wanted to hurt Jules, he would have done it," replied Spike, "because face it Sam, he had the opportunity when he cut the power at the SRU. But he didn't."

Ed, who had been pretty quiet, letting his anger fester, jumped into the conversation, "Where are you going with this, Spike?"

"I'm just saying that if Zachara really wanted to god forbid, kill Jules, he would have done it back at headquarters. But instead, he injected her with a drug, and kidnapped her….again. Which to me, says that he either wants something or he's not done with her."

"Well, thank you Spike, for that wonderful observation," Sam snapped, "Zacharra wants something from my fiancée who has a life threatening pregnancy condition. That's just f*cking great. I wonder what on earth that could be?" With that last statement, Sam pounded on the steering wheel, fury radiating off him.

Lou paused, giving Sam a chance to calm himself a bit. While they all took some deep breaths, Ed pulled out his cell phone and dial Greg's number to give him an update. Spike, Lou, and Sam remained quiet as Ed let the Sarge know about their possible lead. After hanging up, Ed turned to the rest of the guys, and said, "Sarge called Team Three, and they are on standby. I let him know the approximate location of the cabin, and they are on their way, but it's gonna be slow with this storm raging outside. And Sam, he said not to go in guns blazing,"

Ed would have continued on, but Sam cut him off, "GUNS BLAZING? Is he insane? This bastard is after me! He grabbed my high risk, pregnant fiancée right from under our noses, as a way to torture me, and Sarge wants me to be calm and negotiate with him?"

"Sam, calm down," Spike said, pushing on even though he knew Sam was not going to like what he had to say, "Sarge is not trying to minimize the situation. He knows how serious it is, but what he is saying is that we have to focus on Jules' safety right now. And before you bite my head off," he continued on, as he had seen Sam open his mouth, "We are focusing on the fact that Jules is still alive and that we are going to find her, because that bastard is not done with her yet. If he had, he would have killed her back at headquarters, when he had the chance. So negotiation can still work, in fact it is our best chance considering Jules' delicate condition. We have to remember to keep calm, because as much as we want to kill this SOB, we have to get Jules out of the line of fire first."

"How in God's name are we going to do that?" demanded Sam, "He is not just going to let her walk out of there. We tried negotiation once before, Lou, and it got Jules shot!"

Ed flinched at Sam's harsh comment, hearing the truth in his words. Why would negotiation work this time when it hadn't worked the first time Team One had faced off with Zacharra?

Lou hesitated, "It has better chance to work this time, because Zacharra has more to lose. He took Jules for a reason, and he is keeping her alive for a very specific reason, Sam; he hasn't gotten what he wants yet."

Looking up, Ed's eyes met Lou's and he whispered, "But what happens when he does?"

Silence echoed in the SUV, as each man dwelled on that terrifying statement, because they each knew that once Zacharra got whatever it was that he wanted, that it would be all over for Jules.

Breaking through the tension filled silence, Spike spoke, "How far way was this cabin, Sam?"

Drawing a deep breath, Sam thought back to the investigation that had occurred after that fatal day, "About ten more miles, I think. It's in an isolated spot, if I remember right. The only cabin for miles… a horribly perfect spot for him to have Jules. N one around to hear or see anything."

With that thoroughly unpleasant reality running through their minds, they urged the SUV to fly across the gravel roads, to make it to Jules before it was too late. Once again, silence permutated as each man's thoughts turned to Jules and the possibilities of what she could be going through at that moment.

Jules fought back waves of blackness, as her eyes slowly began to adjust to the dimly lit room. She was laying on a king size bed, her hands bound to the bedposts. In the corner of the room was a blindingly white crib, with a matching rocking chair next to it. "What the hell," she muttered, taking in the surroundings of oak walls and floor. Where the hell was she, Jules wondered as she struggled to remember how she had gotten to this place.

All she could remember was hanging out with the guys at the station. They had been joking and then it went dark. Jules closed her eyes and tried to bring back her memories, but that was it….laughter and then nothing. Suddenly she was hit with a sharp, stabbing pain in her gut. Jules gasped as the pain ripped through her abdomen. That pain was all she needed to clear her head and to regain her focus to the only thing that really mattered right now…her baby.

Lying on her back, with rain pounding on the windows, and thunder crashing outside, Jules took a deep breath and counted to three, waiting for the pain to subside. As she lay there, she sent a silent prayer up to God, "Please don't take my baby girl," she whispered. Even though her daughter had been conceived in possibly the worst way imaginable, Jules still loved her and still wanted her. It was only as the pain subsided, that the lock on the door clicked open and the man responsible for Jules' situation entered the room.

"You bastard," seethed Jules, as she glared up at him, even in the extremely vulnerable state she was in.

"Now, now, Juliana," Zacharra responded, "Is that any way to talk to the father of your child?"

"Father…," Jules sputtered, outraged, "Father? Over my dead body will you EVER be the father of this child! All you are, is the man who kidnapped me and raped me you son of a bitch!"

To Jules' dismay and further outrage, Zacharra chuckled and continued to walk towards her on the bed. He was obviously amused at her tenacity and her spirit.

"Oh Juliana, how much I enjoy you," he said, smiling sinisterly as he stopped at the foot of her bed. Turning her head, Jules forced herself to look this monster straight in the eye, not backing down. She would never let him see her fear again. Monsters like him just fed off of fear, and she was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared, never again.

However, seeing her chocolate brown eyes full of her lively spirit, just furthered Zacharra's rage. He snarled and was rewarded nothing from his Juliana. After everything he had done to her, after everything he had put here through, she continued to stare him down, her eyes burning. In the eight months since her rape, Jules had only strengthened her resolve. She had come close to losing everything, but through Sam's love and support, as well as the support of her Team One family, she had come out stronger than ever. Zacharra had bruised her for a while, but there was no way in hell he could break her, because Jules was not going to let him.

With this knowledge fueling her forward, Jules began to smile, even though she knew it would only infuriate this psycho more. Reveling in this newfound power, Jules almost forgot the precarious situation she was in. But it was swiftly brought back to focus when another stabbing pain tore through her abdomen. She struggled to hold back a scream of pain, while at the same time, she felt a warm, sticky substance gush from between her legs.

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