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"No way—No way is it her next to me." Jules looked down and saw the empty syringe with the needle lying next to it. She shoved hers back in her pocket and picked it up, opening the stall door to find Donna standing before her.
"I—."
"You lied to me—."
Donna placed her hand across Jules' mouth, "Jules—Jules I—."
Jules ripped her hand away, "You told me that no one needed them—That you were able to work without them."
"I know—But for years I haven't been able to even hold one of these and when I got the opportunity—."
"That's my bag. You were supposed to help me! Not take mine and use them on yourself, what happened to your whole, "we're the girls on the team" speech?"
Donna shook her head low, "I'm not really sure—Wait—Jules, you—." Donna grabbed the pocket in her jacket, "You came in here to use them, didn't you?"
"No."
"Liar…"
"Not like you were doing any better! I can't believe you could do this!" Jules yelled, pushing her away as she tried to place her hand on her shoulder. "You bitch."
"Me—a bitch? I didn't lie to my teammates and say that I didn't do something when you're sitting here doing double doses of steroids."
Jules shook her head and knocked her to the ground, throwing her boot on Donna's stomach. "I will never trust you again."
"Fine by me—." She replied, jerking Jules' ankle, making her fall to the bathroom floor as she pushed her over.
"Get the hell off of me!" She growled, punching her across the face as she punched her back.
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"Um officers?" An employee got Sam and Troy's attention as they stood towards the door, waiting for their partners. "I believe something's going down in the lady's restroom—may want to check it out." He prompted, hearing yelling from both women, and with the almost empty coffee shop—the sound traveled quickly.
"Jules!" Sam yelled, jerking her arm as he and Troy opened the door. Troy reached down and jerked Donna up by the side of her jacket. "Constables, what the hell is going on?"
Sam shook his head, "Are you serious?" He groaned, bending down to pick up the two syringes and vials off the floor where they had fallen out of both of their pockets.
"Sam!" Jules yelled as he stormed out and walked to the truck.
"Ladies, I asked you, what is going on!?"
Donna shook her head, "Nothing Boss—I just—We're fine."
Jules nodded in agreement, "Yeah—We're fine." She glanced over to Donna and glared at her for a moment, feeling the swelling in her jaw and forehead as bruises began to appear on their faces.
"I don't think so, back to the station—now—we're speaking to the Commander about this."
"Sarge, no—." Donna placed her hand on his arm.
"I saw what Braddock just picked up off the floor. Now, I don't know whose they are, but you'll both be speaking to the Commander about this—together, and Callaghan—Your sergeant will be happy to hear about this too."
Neither of them looked each other in the eye as they followed Troy out of the bathroom and out to the trucks. "Damn it, what do I say?" She thought to herself as she walked up to get into the passenger seat. Sam sat in the driver's seat with his arms crossed.
"Sam—."
"Get your ass in the car and don't even talk to me." He sniped, as she got in and threw her head back, not saying a word.
Five minutes later as they approached the station, Sam finally spoke up, "I seriously don't get how you can lie to me this much. I thought we actually had something. I thought that you could trust me, no matter what. We should be able to talk about work and like we did a few nights ago when we talked about what happened the day this all started, I love you Jules, and I want to be able to help you and protect you but—."
"You told me you would leave me if I did steroids!"
Sam sighed, "I would have helped you though."
"No you wouldn't, you would have been just yet another person who says they know what it's like and you don't! You have no idea how shitty this is. I know I need to stop using them, but I cant—I just cant. They're not drugs like pain killers or cocaine—They're steroids, they make me feel just as strong as you guys."
He pulled the truck into the garage just as Troy and Donna pulled in next to them. "Well, do they really make you feel that much stronger that they're really worth all of this over?"
She glanced over to him, "Not really."
Sam took her hand and smoothed her fingers underneath his thumb, "Jules, I'll always love you—If not like a girlfriend than as a sister. I want you to get help—You don't need to do this to yourself. Imagine what you'll look like in a month if you keep this up. Every time you laugh, we're going to think its Greg. Every time you brush your hair, its going to get thinner and thinner—and soon, my boobs will be bigger than yours, so how about we take these and trash them?"
She giggled and tightened her fingers between his, "And—."
"The rest of them. Plus, I'll spend every waking moment making sure you don't wonder off and buy more. I want to help you—and the only way I know how is to help you stop doing this to yourself, and just support you."
"Yeah, well, now I have to go face the Commander about why Donna and I were beating each other up in the bathroom."
"Why were you?"
"I'll tell you later, okay?"
Sam smiled and nodded, stroking her hair gently, trying to look past the fact that it was thinning out. He leaned over and kissed her gently, "Now go explain why you were tackling a girl." He chuckled. She stroked her hand against his cheek as she opened the door and climbed out, walking into the station as Sam got out and followed closely.
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"Never—Have I been pulled out of a meeting for two of my Constables fighting, and ladies to be exact. I don't care why this happened, or what you were fighting over—but stop being children or you can sit out like kids. Any more issues like this and you'll both be put on probation, end of story."
Both Jules and Donna sighed back into the seats they sat in, facing Commander Holleran's desk.
"Officer Callaghan—If you'd leave the room for a moment—." The commander nodded to the door. She nodded and stood up, not making any effort to leave quietly.
"What happened?" Sam asked as he watched her throw her back to the wall. "I don't even know, and I seriously could care less."
Troy walked past Jules and Sam, and entered the office. When both he and Donna exited the room, Jules was signaled in.
"Miss Callaghan, I don't even know what to say." The Commander spoke seriously as he stood against his desk, one leg crossed over his ankle. She felt like she was back in high school—getting a fight, being sent to the principal's office, and sitting their, waiting for her father to pick her up. Though this time it was different—the look on Greg's face tore through her as he opened the door to the Commander's office.
"Fighting with a fellow officer on duty—Julianna Callaghan, I'm more disappointed right now then I think I ever have been. You've never done something like this. You two embarrassed the SRU, you made a scene for no reason, and we need to sit down and talk about this."
"Oh great."
"But first we're going to talk about this—." He held up the vial and needle and placed them on the desk in front of them.
"But Sarge I—."
He raised his hand, "I'm aware of what happened, and I'm also aware that as she took yours and used them, you had your own with you. Commander?" He glanced over to the commander, asking for just a few minutes alone.
Commander Holleran nodded and stepped out.
"Boss, I seriously don't need this. I've been blown out by Sam, you, Donna, everyone…I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I have to do this for myself."
"No you don't. You want to—You think you need to be like us, but you don't."
Jules looked down at her hands as she beat her boots against each other, trying to avoid his stare.
"Steroids can affect your personality—and I can already tell what they're doing to you. You have never done something this embarrassing to the SRU before. I'd love to hear what your father would say about this. He didn't want you to be a cop to begin with, but to be doing something to make yourself more like one of the guys; I think he'd be real disappointed."
She looked up, biting her lip as he shook his head at her, "You really, really let me down, Jules." The bruises on her face were a shining light saying that she had been fighting—against the rules.
"And this was supposed to make me feel better?"
"I'm sorry Sarge."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You already have a problem—you're double dosing yourself to see if they'll work faster—and you're killing yourself. A month from now, when you realize what a stupid mistake this was, you'll stop using them and your muscles will go weak and you'll look like a man. I just don't want to see you go through that." He stepped away from her, slinging the door open and walking out of the office, leaving her sitting there and thinking.
Jules held her head low as she fiddled with the threads on her jacket. "I'm not going to cry—It'll show a sign of weakness. I'm going to get up and walk out with no questions asked. Jules—move." She sat there, staring at the wall of the Commander's office. "This should really be way easier. Why can't I just get up and move on—maybe finish off the dose I didn't get because of Donna getting in my way. Damn it, I need to get the ones she stole from me back. Come on Jules—Get up—."
"Officer Callaghan—."
She swallowed deeply then sighed, "I need help."
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