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It was 4:30 am.

"Where the hell am I!?!" Jules yelled as loud as she could as she tried to hold herself up in bed, looking around to the blank room. She was all alone and scared.

"Mrs. Braddock, my name is Dr. Allison Miller." A lady came in slowly, her words dropping by the syllables. "You're at the hospital, and this is the psychiatric ward. We're going to keep you here for a few—."

"No! I'm not some damn psycho! I don't belong here!" Jules yelled as she tried to climb out of bed, only to be stopped by two nurses who came in the room and grabbed her wrists. She kicked and squirmed, but was too weak and tired to fight. "Let go of her." The doctor told them as they quickly dropped her arms and let her sit on the floor while they walked out. She was traumatized as she crawled to a corner and balled up.

"You're not a psycho. You have just gone through something traumatic and its affecting you very severely." Dr. Miller tried to become her friend, but it wasn't working. She followed next to Jules as she bundled in the corner.

Jules placed her hands on her face and started to cry, "I didn't do anything though! Why am I here? Is Sam mad at me for something?"

"No—No Mrs. Braddock. Your husband loves you very much. He made that very clear. Last night, you were either sleep walking or dreaming, and you made your way outside and into the middle of the road. If it wasn't for your husband, you would have been hit by an 18-wheeler truck."

Jules gazed up at her with tears in her eyes. She looked like a little kid running from the doctor. "He wanted me to feel guilty!"

"Who, Mrs. Braddock, who?"

"Him! The voice! Scott!"

The doctor nodded, "Tell me about Scott—Who is he?"

"I killed him! I mean—." She took multiple deep breaths, "He—He raped me! But then he was killed! It's all my fault!"

"No it wasn't your fault. He hurt you—."

"He got me pregnant! And I wanted an abortion—but then I decided to put it up for adoption!" She was screaming and crying.

"Yes—But you had a miscarriage. Miscarriages are never your fault."

"I jumped on a grenade! I killed that baby! I killed it!"

The doctor shook her head, "But you saved others in the middle of doing that. I saw it on the news. Do you know how many people you saved? Many. All of the elders and the other nurses, plus your teammates—you saved them all by your brave move."

Jules shook her head and cried, "Why me!?"

"You're a hero."

"No! No Im not! I killed two people! One that didn't do anything wrong!"

"Things happen, Mrs. Braddock—You didn't kill anyone."

Jules cried and shook her head furiously as she easily pulled her knees to her chest, all of a sudden feeling a sharp pain from the bruises. "Ow!" She yelled falling to her side in tears, "I just want my husband and my kids! I need to take care of my baby! And Alexis! She needs me! And Jessica needs me more than anyone! And—and—I want Sam! I want him to just kiss me and make everything better!"

"I know—I know—But if we just get you in bed and let you sleep…this will be over soon, I promise."

Jules glanced up with puppy dog eyes as she placed her face back on the carpeted floor.

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Sam lied wide awake until he realized it was going on 5 am and he was supposed to be at work at 8.

It was time to make the dreaded call where he would tell Greg why he and Jules wouldn't be at work today.

"Sam—Why are you calling, I'll see you in a few hours." Greg asked sternly.

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"Boss, Jules and I wont be there today. I just—It's been a really rough night. Can I call you after shift or something?"

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"Sure Sam. Is everything okay?"

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"Well—I've got it under control, but I'll explain it later."

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"Okay Sam—I hope you guys are okay. Talk to you later."

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"Bye."

The call ended. Maybe it wasn't as bad as Sam had expected, but he didn't even care. He threw his phone to the side table and rolled over, looking to wear Jules would usually be sleeping soundly, smiling at him occasionally as he would kiss her gently while she was asleep.

"Dad?" A voice came from the doorway.

"Jessica." Sam smiled as he sighed and sat up to look at her.

"Cant sleep either?"

Sam nodded, "I just—I don't know—I can't believe shes having to go through this."

Tears began to draw down Jessica's cheeks, "Dad—I know its only 72 hours, but I really need her. I want her to come home like the same old Jules she has been. Dad—." Jessica threw her face to her palms.

"Come here sweetie." Sam reached his hand out for Jessica and pulled her into a hug, "She'll be okay."

"But Dad—How do I tell Alexis about me being pregnant? Mom was going to help me—we were going to tell her yesterday, but I really don't think I can hold off a few more days. I mean—Dad—The baby is kicking, and I'm scared and I just really want Mom here."

Sam's jaw dropped as he then bit his lips, "Don't be scared Jessica—She'll be home soon. It's kicking, already?"

Jessica nodded, "Right now." She took her father's hand slowly, and placed it on her still almost flat stomach. If you saw her from the side, you could tell she was pregnant, but from the front she looked skinny as a rod. Sam smiled, "Your mom will be so happy to feel her first granddaughter kick the second she gets home, Jessica." Jessica smiled, wiping her tears from her eyes.

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***********8 am***********

After dozing off and waking up for a few hours, Sam finally decided just to get on up and take a few of Jules' things over to the hospital while the girls were sleeping. He collected plenty of lounge pants, pajamas and comfortable shirts and jackets, plus her favorite panda slippers. He also looked over the list to see that she could have pictures and other things that would make her stay more homey.

"Mr. Braddock."

Sam turned around at the front desk of the psychiatric ward.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Allison Miller—I've been assigned to your wife's case."

"How's she doing?"

She sighed, "Well, pretty upset about the fact that shes not with her family—but she's doing well. She couldn't sleep, so we just started her on a few meds to keep her comfortable and let her relax. We've got close eyes on her, she'll be fine."

Sam nodded, "Well—Here are her things that I brought." Sam handed her the bag. She smiled and nodded, "It always helps the patients to have things that make them feel more comfortable."

"I guess I'll be going."

"I or one of the other doctors will definitely give you a call around lunchtime to give you an update."

"Thank you." He told her as he made his way over to the elevator and wiped his tears once he saw she was gone.

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"Mrs. Braddock." A nurse spoke softly as Jules started to wake up. "I have some food here for you, and a surprise. Your husband brought by a bag of things for you." Jules smiled for the first time in a day or two and nodded as she took the bag gently in her hand and placed it in her lap as the nurse left the room.

When she opened it up, her smile grew even brighter.

She pulled out the first few outfits of t-shirts, sweatpants and light jackets. Then there were panda slippers that gave her a short giggle. She then found her black SRU jacket that brought tears to her eyes. The bag became lighter and lighter until she finally came across a small bag inside, filled with frames. She smiled brightly as she saw the pictures of her three daughters, pictures of the team, then her favorites—she and Sam at their wedding. "Sammy." She whispered to herself as she touched each picture and smiled at all the thinks he had brought to make her comfortable.

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"Dad? What time is it?" Alexis groaned as she came downstairs.

"Almost noon."

"But—."

Sam reached his arm out from the couch as he took her hand and pulled her next to him. "Where's mom?" She mumbled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Sweetie—Your mom had a very rough night, and the doctors are keeping her under watch at the hospital for a few days." He decided it would be best that she didn't know the full details.

"No! I want her here! She'd be better off with us!" Alexis yelled as she jumped to her feet in tears. Sam pulled her back to him in tight hug. "I know Lexi—but it's for her safety. She'll be better when she comes home. Its only a 72 hour stay, but we cant visit her. She needs to be alone."

Alexis wiped her eyes as Sam placed her in his lap. "Listen, she's coming home Monday morning, so I'm going to keep you home that day. I'm taking a few days off to stay with you girls. Why don't you go check on Carly?" Alexis nodded and smiled as Sam kissed her cheek and she walked off to Carly's room.

"Dad?" Jessica mumbled as she then came downstairs. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you finally went to sleep." He smiled and wrapped her in a hug. "How are you feeling?"

"Sick—But I'm fine. Have you told—?"

Sam nodded, "Not too many details though. I just told her she needed to stay for a few days. She's checking on Carly now."

"Did you tell Sarge?"

"I'm going to explain everything to him after shift is over."

Jessica smiled and nodded, "So she gets out on Monday at...?"

"5 am. Man, this time better go fast because I'm a wreck. I mean—I have no clue how to take care of a baby."

Jessica giggled, "Don't worry Dad—I can take care of it. It's not that hard."

Sam sighed back into the couch, "Good."

"Hey Jess." Alexis called out, making her way into the living room with Carly in her arms. "Hey Sis." She smiled, still trying to hide her pregnancy with big, baggy shirts. She wanted Jules to be there when she told her. "You wanna come help me pick out an outfit for Carly?" Jessica smiled, proud of Alexis for trying to keep the cheerful mood in the household, "Sure."

Sam watched as the two left the room—And his face then fell back to his palms.

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"Are those your daughters?" A nurse asked sweetly as she stood next to Jules' bed. Jules smiled as she rolled to her side to see the pictures on the bedside table. "Yeah—Jessica and Alexis are adopted, and Carly is our baby." The nurse smiled and nodded, "They're all beautiful—and you and your husband look great together." Jules smiled brightly, "Thanks."

The 72 hours were starting to dwindle away as it approached nighttime.

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The team had a late shift that night. When everyone finally went home it was around 9 pm.

"Sam—What is going on?" Greg asked as he heard Sam answer the phone.

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"Boss—Jules almost got hit by a truck last night. She's pretty bad off mentally and emotionally. The doctors said she would be okay—but they're keeping her in the psychiatric ward for 72 hours to keep and eye on her. We cant even visit her."

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"Oh my gosh. Sam—I'm so sorry." Greg fell into his chair in the dark briefing room.

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Sam sighed, "Yeah—Well—We've got a lot going on in our family right now. Stuff that I'd rather explain with Jules.

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"Okay buddy. You—you just take the week off. And when you see Jules—tell her we love her." Greg almost got teary eyed.

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"Will do Boss. I'll try and keep you guys updated."

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"Thanks Sam…Call if you need anything."

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"Okay Sarge—Bye."

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"Goodbye." Greg stated.

The call ended.

Sam sank back against the pillows on their bed. He sighed as he pulled at the sheets roughly, tears filling his eyes as he thought of how traumatized Jules must be by all that has happened to her.

"Dad?" Jessica whispered as she stood in the doorway. Sam sat up slowly, "Hey."

"I got Carly asleep. Alexis was on the phone with Clark and she said she was about to go to bed. How are you doing?"

Sam nodded, "As good as I think I'm going to be for the next two days." Jessica tilted her head to the side and nodded, "She'll be home soon. She knows how much we love her."

Sam smiled, "Goodnight sweetheart." He told her as she walked over and hugged him tightly. "G' night Dad."

He watched as Jessica smiled and left the room, only for him to sink back into the bed and look over to the picture of him and Jules that rested on the nightstand. "Jules." He whispered as he stroked his thumb across the frame. He placed it back down on the nightstand and closed his eyes.

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Jules bundled up and got ready for bed, still careful of the terrible bruises and scratches all over her body. She was afraid to look at her own face, and she cringed when she saw the bruise on her side. When she got in bed and took one last look at all the pictures on the nightstand, she closed her eyes tightly and dragged the blankets around her body.

Only a few hours into a deep sleep—Someone appeared.

"I'm Back."

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