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"So where is she?" Ed asked as he laced his boots when Sam came in.

"Who?"

Wordy chuckled, "Jules?"

"Oh—right—Yeah, she's driving herself to work."

"Oh great, you two had a fight. Will she even show up today?" Lou asked, closing his locker and taking a seat on the bench to hear the explanation.

Sam shook his head, "She's pissed off about what happened yesterday. We didn't fight—she just wants to be alone and have her space."

"But I thought you two were just friends." Ed laughed as he had caught Sam in the middle of his own lie and each man left the room with a chuckle.

Sam glanced into his locker, closed it back, grabbing his phone to check the time—Where the hell was Jules?

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"I knew I should have done this a while back—." She spoke to herself as she stood in her bathroom, fumbling through boxes to find something she had been hiding for the longest time. When she found the case she opened it up and glared at the sparkling glass bottle and the silver tip of the needle. "But is it really worth it?"

Never in her life did she think that she would feel the urge to take steroids—but the time had come. She new that in one injection she could start seeing a difference in not only her strength and will—but her self-esteem. She would feel stronger—and feel like she could be the best.

Stabbing the needle into the vial, then releasing it into her body, a tear rolled down her cheek as she felt herself being let go. Her small petite self—who was finally finding herself as a woman in a man's job—was being tossed away. It was irreversible, what she had just done, and when she tossed the empty needle into the case and threw herself onto her bed—she wanted to revere to the past 10 minutes and forget about what she had done to herself, but she couldn't.

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"She's not answering—Boss—can we just leave her alone? She was pretty upset last night, I think it would be best—."

Greg turned to Sam and nodded, "Well, we're going on patrol. If she needs a day off—then she needs a day off. Let's go boys—hit the trucks."

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Lying in bed, tears flooding down her face, all she could think about was what the next few days would bring. The vials stated to inject twice a week—and if that's what she had to do, she was going to do it.

She knew that her thick, dark hair would thin out, she would become even flatter-chested, and her voice would deepen—but all she cared about was becoming just like the guys. She would be able to take them out in a single swing, lift just as much as them—she could finally be recognized as one of them, and not the little girl on the team.

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"Do you want to stop by Jules' house?" Ed asked as he drove the suburban with Sam in the passenger seat.

"No—I think we should leave her alone."

"Okay—what's going on?"

Sam glanced over, "Nothing."

"Sam—."

"Nothing Ed! Okay? I just think that she should be left alone. All of us guys pressuring her is getting to her. If we just leave it alone and let it blow over, she'll be fine. Ever since she was shot she's become ten times weaker and I'm not afraid to admit that. Sure—yes, she's my girlfriend, and I love her more than anything in the world—but she's not going to be one of us—she will never be one of us, and I just don't think she's willing to accept that."

Ed's face dropped as he pulled to the curb and leaned against the steering wheel. After a taking a deep breath he spoke, "Well—we're going to head on back to the station—and I want you to go be with her. I don't care what you say, but she needs someone that makes her happy to be with her if that's how she's feeling."

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A simple knock at the door wouldn't get her to come and open it as Sam stood on the doormat. "Jules—Come on, just let me in." He got out the key she had given him, and opened the door, walking in to find her sitting in bed, glaring down at her hands.

"Jules—Why didn't you come to work?"

"Just needed to be alone."

"You wanna tell me why?"

She looked up at him as he sat down next to her and stroked her hair gently, "Not really."

"Come on, Jules. You can tell me anything."

"Sam—Just—Just let me deal with this on my own. I just needed a day to myself, is that to much to ask?"

So many possibilities of why she needed a day alone, flooded through Sam's mind—though none of them were right. "You're not mad at me—are you?" He asked pitifully. She shook her head and smiled, placing her hands on his cheeks, "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Who knows?" He chuckled, pulling her into a kiss.

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They lied together on the couch by the fireplace, late at night, wrapped in blankets to fight off the cold.

"What's wrong?" Sam whispered as he held her in his arms. Jules shook her head as he kissed her cheek, "Nothing—Just thinking."

"So--?"

"That was nice." She giggled, rolling on top of him.

"Someone sure cheers up fast." He chuckled, brushing his hand through her hair. "What time is it?"

She glanced over, "Past midnight—we should get to bed soon."

"You are going to work tomorrow, right?" He asked, wrapping a blanket tighter around her as he kissed her hair and grabbed his thick fleece pajama pants. She nodded, "Yeah—."

"You wanna just stay?" She added with a smile.

He nodded and grinned. "You get ready for bed—I'm gonna get a shower."

She smiled and nodded, kissing him once more as he walked off to her bathroom. "He's going to kill me if he finds out." She thought as she got up to get ready for bed.

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Fumbling around under the sink for shampoo—which he knew would be some fruity smelling girl's shampoo—Sam whacked his hand against a case and lifted it out onto the counter.

"What the hell?"

He didn't know whether to open it or leave it alone and respect Jules' privacy.

"No, I need to know what's in there."

Sam glanced around, knowing that she would never know he went through her stuff—but he knew…

"Oh my God." He glanced down and in his hands was a needle and next to it was three different vials-each full of a steroid. That was when it kicked in, "Do I run out there and yell at her for doing this to her self? Do I shove the case back under the sink and forget this happened? Or do I simply talk to her about it?"

After putting the needle and vials back in the case and under the sink—he got in the shower, pulling his hands along his forehead as he thought about what to do.

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