And…. Another chapter (: I know… I cant believe that I am making Donna nice either… I know, its really hard to believe…but whatever (:

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"What?"

"Jules—." Donna stepped closer and jerked on the end of her hair, pulling out an entire clump. "They react faster than you think. By the end of this week, half of your hair will be gone and you're going to start sounding more like a guy than your own boyfriend. Just dump them and get help—It's simple."

Jules shook her head, "You—you did steroids?"

"I was working undercover. When I would feel scared or insecure, I would tell myself that if I felt just as strong as the guys—then I would be fine. It doesn't work that way though, I came to work one day and the guys couldn't recognize my voice. None of them cared about me like these guys care about you—listen to them—they don't want you to be just like them, no matter what you think."

She fell to the bench and threw her hands against her eyes, "Damn it."

Donna sat down next to her, "How long have you taken them?"

"This'll be twice—I had to trash one yesterday, now Sam's living at my house to make sure I don't use them."

"Jules—I may not be half the determined woman that you are, but I've got a few years on you…listen to me, as much as I am for the rules and wanting people to follow the rules and everything be fair—Sam loves you more than life itself and you doing this to yourself isn't going to get you anywhere with him."

"But this job—."

"It's a job that you're great at—without a damn male hormone taking over your body. What kind of guy wants to sleep with a woman that sounds just like them? I'll answer that—none—I lost my fiancé over these vials of complete hell."

"What did you do?"

"I went to a rehab center where I was put on meds to keep my muscles from totally dying out after I stopped doing the steroids. I did physical therapy for over six months and here I am—back where I want to be—and the days I feel weak I just push myself to try harder. I don't want to be just like the guys—plus, what's the fun of working with a bunch of hot guys—if you're trying to be one of them?" She giggled. Jules smiled and laughed, "I've never loved someone like I love Sam—I don't want to lose him—but I feel like I need the steroids."

"You're an amazing cop—you don't need a syringe filled with a steroid to tell you that you are strong. Just—can I have the bag?"

Jules smiled and nodded, "Hide them from me." The bag only had two vials in it—she had way more at home and a few in her locker—which she always kept locked.

"Will do. Now what do you think you're going to do to try and stop this?"

"I've only done two of them—so for right now, I'm just going to try to step away from them."

Donna smiled, "You're lucky—You have a group of guys who know you, care about you, and want the best for you. When I went through this—All the guys knew me as different code names and would see me for about five minutes before we went into an undercover deal. Let them help you—If Sam wants to live with you to make sure that you stay away from them—girl, take up the offer…you know with this job—life's too short not to have a little fun. You know Troy?"

"Your Sergeant?"

Donna glanced over and nodded, "Mhmm."

"You didn't—."

"Maybe I did—."

Jules laughed as she went to her locker to get her uniform jacket.

"Sierra one, much?"

"Every single call. It helps to kiss up to your boss sometimes."

Jules peeked around her locker door, "Well let's just say Greg will never—ever—."

"I will never what?" A voice popped into the room.

"Nothing." Jules giggled as she shoved her head back into her locker.

"I'm glad to see a little lady to lady bonding going on—but tea party's over, teams one and three are both hitting the streets today—so gear up and both of you be out in the garage in 10 minutes."

"Got it." They both replied.

Donna glanced over, "Well that was close—you can't tell a sole about you know who and me."

"As long as we can keep what happened the second before we started talking a secret." Jules prompted.

"What happened?" Donna laughed.

Jules smiled and nodded, "Let's go."

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"Hello ladies." Ed announced as Jules and Donna retreated into the garage with their vests and gear.

"Hey—." Sam whispered as he smiled down at Jules. She smiled and touched his arm lightly, "Hey." When she continued walking on by she glanced over seeing Troy smile over to Donna, then Donna smile and laugh.

"Oh shit—I forgot my gloves." Jules groaned as she threw down her gun in the back of the truck and went back into the station, heading towards her locker room.

The heavy door opened slowly after she entered the pass code to unlock it. "If I double up today, then I can make up for the amount I lost yesterday—no one will ever know. I know Donna means well—but this is for me. I need them."

She unlocked the door to her locker, fumbling around for her extra sets, "Perfect." She sighed as she collected the vial, syringe, and needle and stuffed them into an empty pocket of her vest. "When we stop during patrol, Sam wont be going in the women's restroom, so it'll work out fine."

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"You wanna stop for coffee?" Sam asked as he pulled the truck over to the curb. She smiled and nodded, "Coffee sounds good."

"I wonder whose truck that is?" Sam asked as they headed inside, seeing one of the SRU suburbans parked across the street.

"Um—I'm going to go use the restroom real quick." Jules hugged Sam gently as he kissed her forehead, "Double—double?"

"Mhmm." She whispered as she walked off.

Sam stood at the counter until he was quickly greeted by Troy as he came out of the restroom. "Braddock—how's it going?"

"Good—Who are you with today?"

"Sabine."

Sam nodded.

"You're with Callaghan, I'm guessing?" Troy chuckled and patted Sam's shoulder.

"You got it."

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"Why am I doing this—?"

Jules picked through her pocket until she found the needle, unwrapped it and stabbed it into the vial. She had left her vest in the truck, considering she knew what she wanted to do.

"Damn it." A woman's voice shouted when it was followed by the light tap of a syringe and needle, hitting the ground and rolling under the stall door.

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