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"Ju—Jules—Give me the vial." Sam whispered from the doorway as he stepped closer, only making her back away more.

"No—!" She cried, dropping to the floor and picking up the needle, jumping back up and stabbing it into the vial.

"Jules—Stop it. Just give it to me. Come on Jules, don't do this."

She shook her head, "Sam—Just get out of here. I have to do this—for myself. I've worked my whole life for this job, and I'm not going to let getting shot stand in the way of me going back."

"But you are back! You're here—on the team—doing what you love."

"No—I'm just here…I worked my whole life to succeed in this job, and if I cant do it one-hundred percent, then I don't belong here."

Sam stepped closer, grabbing her arm as she tried to step away. "Jules—you do belong here. You're incredible at this job and just because you're way lighter and smaller than the guys—that doesn't mean you aren't an amazing shooter or fighter…you can take down any of us in repelling, any day."

She stared at him for a moment, then pushed him with any force she could exert, "Get—away from me." She yelled, as he fell to the ground, then looked up at her in shock, followed by the sudden appearance of Greg and Ed in the doorway.

"Jules—What's going on?" Greg asked calmly. She shook her head, "I just need two minutes to myself."

"No Jules, I don't think that's a good idea. What's in the vial? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Because I have to! I'm weak—I can't do my job anymore!" She screamed as each guy took another step back.

"No—let me—let me see that." Greg continued to speak in a soft tone. All of a sudden Jules pulled a forced smile across her face, "Okay." She smiled, sending off confused looks from each guy.

"Steroids—Jules—You don't need them." He nodded to her. She shook her head, "Maybe, you're right—I don't." She smiled and took the vial from his hand, tossing it and the needle into the trash, and walking out happily.

"What just—?"

"Keep an eye on her." Greg replied, shaking his head and following the guys out of the room.

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"She's running on the treadmill?" Wordy whispered to Ed.

"I know—This is odd…It's like…She's fine?"

Sam mumbled back, "No she isn't."

They both glanced over at him. The entire team had heard about the fiasco in Jules' locker room. "How do you—?"

"I found them last night. She had a case of vials in her bathroom—and I tried to make myself believe that she wasn't using them right now. I should've talked to her last night—This is my fault."

"No—It isn't. That's not your job. She just threw away a whole vial today, maybe she's decided not to do them?" Wordy tried to comfort his words.

"All I know, is that I won't stay with her if she does. She wont be the same—It'll be—strange."

Both men nodded, "But if you two break up—then you'll end the deal with the commander."

"And Greg will have to choose to either keep me or her." Sam completed. "But I wont let it get that far." He stepped away and headed to the men's locker room where he met up with Lou and Spike, and he watched Jules walk off to her locker room.

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"Sam, I don't need this now." She spoke as they stood in her kitchen. "I've never done steroids before—today I just decided that I should try."

"She's lying straight to my face."

"Jules, all I want to tell you is that I will be forced to leave you if you do. I wont sleep with a woman that does something like that to herself—It's not worth it. You're incredible at what you do, and you don't need a drug to improve you. I love you—for you—and I wont be in love with a woman that shoots steroids into her body constantly. It's not right."

She smiled at him for a moment, then placed her head on his chest, "I promise I wont use them. Live with me for a few days, and I promise that I wont use them…at all."

He nodded and smiled, "I love you babe—." He kissed her forehead and rocked her gently.

Jules stroked her fingers along his back, "What have I done?"

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"So how is she?" Greg asked as Sam entered the locker room the next morning.

He glanced up as he dropped his bag on the bench, "She's—doing good."

Everyone nodded, still not convinced—not that Sam was either.

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"Jules—." A sudden voice caught her coming out of a bathroom stall in the girl's locker room with a small pouch in her hand.

"Donna? I didn't know team three was—."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She sniped, crossing her arms. Jules looked down at her feet. "Jules! Hand me the bag."

"Well excuse me for it being my time of the month." She jerked back.

"You wont have to worry about that anymore if you keep doing what you're doing. Jules—throw those away—now."

"Throw what—"

Donna shook her head wearily, "Jules, don't go through what I did just to make yourself feel stronger—you'll lose who you really are in the long run."

Yeah yeah yeah….I made Donna nice :/ I KNOW IT'S A FIRST. Haha.

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