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Sam stepped out of the shower and got changed—ready to face Jules without her going off on him.

"Hey Baby." He whispered as he crawled in bed next to her. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently, pulling her close to him before they shut out the lights and tried to get some sleep.

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Sam lied wide awake as he glanced over to the clock, "Two in the morning? Great—At least it's a night shift tomorrow." He couldn't get over what he found in her bathroom earlier. Had she even been using them recently? Well, she said that she needed to do something for herself…and she was an emotional wreck all day—damn, why didn't I talk to her about it?"

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asked as she rolled over and shook her head, "Nothing—." She replied as he stroked her hair.

"Jules?"

"Hmm?"

"You know what happened at work--?"

She sighed and nodded.

"I mean, you would never—…"

"Oh shit—he knows—this isn't good. He's going to kill me…"

"You would never leave the team would you?" Nice save Sam.

She smiled, "Never—I love you guys too much to ever leave!" "Phew—That was close."

He chuckled and kissed her cheek, "Good—now get some sleep."

With a simple nod she curled up close to him and closed her eyes—knowing she was already regretting what she was doing to herself.

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"You can save your energy on the stealth approaches." Ed chuckled as he walked into the station, seeing Sam slip out of Jules' locker room. He laughed, "Hey Ed."

"So—How was your night?" He replied.

Sam glanced over and nodded, "Fine," then returned to walking into the men's locker room and to his locker.

Ed dropped his bag on the bench, "Oh what happened now?" He asked, seeing as though no one else was in the room.

"Nothing! Everything's fine—I said last night was fine."

"Mhmm. Okay then."

Sam nodded and closed the doors of his locker, "Hey Ed—."

"Yes...?" Ed asked inquisitively, shaking his head and laughing.

Sam walked over and sat down on one of the benches, placing his forehead against his palms. "What would you do if Sophie ever did something that you knew she would regret later?"

"What the hell? Is this supposed to be telling me something?" He chuckled.

"No—Its just—Nevermind…I'll figure it out."

Ed shook his head, "You can't just tell me what's going on?"

"Not really—." He replied, standing up quickly. "I'll just—I'll see you in the briefing room."

When Ed turned around to speak, Sam was already gone and others were coming in to get ready for shift.

"Eddie—What's wrong?" Wordy laughed as he opened his locker. Ed shook his head, "What? Oh nothing—I'm good."

The guys nodded and continued to get ready with nothing more spoken of it.

"To the gym!" Greg announced as every sat around the briefing room table. For the first time on weeks Jules jumped up and hurried to get ready, "I hope it was worth it."

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"So who watched the fight last night?" Lou asked as everyone got settled in the gym.

"Which one? The one on tv or the one in my living room involving two sister fighting about which Hannah Montana episode they were going to watch." Wordy replied sarcastically, stepping onto the treadmill.

Everyone laughed, "Which episode was finally chosen?" Spike chuckled. The whole team shot him a stare, "Why would it matter?" Ed sniped as everyone laughed at him.

"I was just wondering." Spike replied, getting back to his stationary bike.

"Well—They ended up watching the episode about when she and her friend fought…"

Jules giggled, as she was the last to enter the room, "Did Wordy sit down and enjoy a little bit of Hannah Montana? Guys, I seriously think that show is bad news for little girls—I mean, think about it, what if I had watched her while I was growing up—and I tried to be a pop star? Could you imagine?"

Everyone bursted out laughing and Jules' face went straight.

"Shelley says to let them be little girls and watch it, but I don't trust that kid—That's why I watch it with them."

"You know you love it." Jules laughed. She all of a sudden kicked back into bad-ass mode when she attempted the weight bench. "Nothing." She sighed to herself as she looked at her arms, then laid back to take hold of the weight bar.

"Jules--?" Lou asked as he glanced over to see her just laying on the bench in defeat.

"Damn it." She groaned, slamming the bar back on the rack and walking off to her locker room.

"What the hell?" Sam asked as he stepped off the treadmill.

"What just happened?" Greg sighed, coming into the gym with files in his hands.

The whole team shook their heads, "I have no clue." Ed replied.

"Do we go and ask her what's wrong?" Spike asked the guys as they all got off their exercise equipment.

Greg shook his head, "Uh—Sam—Is anything going on?"

He stared at him for a moment then shook his head slowly, "Uh—"

Ed jerked Sam's arm immediately. "What the hell is going on?" Greg stepped in to break them up but was quickly pushed back by Ed. "You tell me what's going on, right now—or I'll go find out for myself."

Sam's face dropped as Ed glared right at him, "Nothing."

"You're lying."

"Guys, just leave her—" He ripped Ed's arm off of him, "The hell alone. Let me talk to her."

"I'm sick of this. It's like she isn't part of the team anymore. It's just the Sam and Jules show up in here. Fine—go talk to her. She wont even talk to us anymore." Ed took charge, leaving Greg in shock as Sam shook his head and charged off.

Knowing she wouldn't open the door anyways, he kicked it open—only to find Jules with tears pouring down her cheeks as she leaned up against her counter. She glanced over to him as he stood in the doorway, dropping a needle in the process.

"Sam—I'm so, so sorry."

Ugh, suckish ending… oh well… I was going to update last night….but it was just one incredible night and once I got home, I was like oh screw it…so yeah . (: Anyways, REVIEW!!!