"Not coming…back?"
Jules shook her head, "I just cant—not after all of this—but Sam, think about it, if I don't come back—we can actually be together."
"But we can be together and work together—we can make it work!"
"Sam, If I don't come back—we could actually stay together. And if things work out—maybe have a family together."
Sam stood up and sighed, "Jules—I want to be with you more than anything—I want to have a family with you—But if that means you not coming back to the SRU—then I'd rather you work with me. I wont let you give up all you've worked for your entire life because of this. You can get through this—return to work—then we can be together."
Jules sank back into her chair and shrugged, "I don't know if I can get through this though."
"You can—I know you can. Donna gave them up. She's been clean since you left—And I know that if she can quit cold turkey then you can definitely get over this. Come on—please?"
She shook her head and stood up. "I'm sorry Sam." She whispered, kissing him gently and turning around to walk back to her room. Sam chased after her, "Jules!" He yelled only to be stopped by a security guard. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Jules stood on the other side of a doorway, watching Sam fight to talk to her.
"I just need to tell her something!"
"Sir, you need to leave."
"Move it! I need to see her—."
"Sir—."
Jules appeared around the corner, "What is it?" She sniped. The security guard moved over and let them talk.
"You—You don't have to come back, or well—You can think about this… If that's what you want then I wont fight you on it. Come back with me…You don't need this place, you're strong enough to do this on your own."
"Sam—I don't know."
"Come on! Just get your stuff and check out of here—we can go back to your place, drink smoothies, and finish priming the drywall."
Jules giggled and pulled him into a hug, "I have missed my drywall."
"Then lets go—." He stated eagerly.
She smiled and nodded, "Okay—I'll do it."
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"I cant believe I just left like that." Jules breathed as she sat in the passenger seat of Sam's truck he had bought.
He took her hand, "We're gonna get through this and be together. You don't need that place—I missed you too much."
"I missed you too." She whispered, leaning over to kiss him.
They sat with a moment of silence until Jules spoke suddenly, "Let's not go back."
Sam woke from a state of focusing on the traffic passing them and looked over, "What?"
"We could—just go somewhere and be together."
"Jules—we're going back to your place and we're getting you better. I'm staying with you and you're never touching another steroid in your life."
"No—I don't want to be in Toronto anymore."
He shook his head, "Jules, you aren't thinking straight. Let's just get you home and then everything will go back to normal."
"No it wont. I've embarrassed myself in front of my team, nothing can go back to being normal."
"I'm getting you home." He stated, taking her hand. "We're going to think about this before you and me do anything stupid."
"I've already made one stupid mistake, what's another? Come on Sam—Don't turn into the city—we can forget work, forget any mistakes we've made in our lives—."
Sam thought back to every mistake he had made in his life—they were approaching the exit to head into the city.
"Sammy, I don't think I can ever get better and return to work like everything is normal…and I don't want to have to give explanations. Let's just go—get away for a few days. Turn off our phone's GPS's and I can get back on my feet."
"But Jules—."
"Sam—please."
He took one look at her, then watched the CN Tower pass out of their view. "I love you." He mumbled, driving right past the last straight exit into Toronto. She smiled and gripped his hand, "I love you too."
About an hour and a half away from the city it was getting darker out. "Wanna stop?" He asked. She nodded, "What do you think we should do?"
"You tell me." He chuckled, "If it were up to me, we would be painting your house right now."
"Well we aren't." She sniped, "Let's go—um—There's a motel a few miles from here."
He nodded, "I say we settle in for the night and think clearly about this."
"Whatever you say—." She teased, stroking the palm of his hand.
They crashed onto a hotel bed around eight o'clock that night. "Romantic motel—." Sam chuckled, brushing his fingers through her hair. "I know right? I'm pretty sure I saw a cockroach welcoming us at the front desk." She replied.
Sam laughed and pulled his shirt over his head, "Oh well, better than the backseat of my truck I guess."
"My jeep is better."
Sam laughed, "Yeah, nothing like the Canadian breeze."
He held onto her until around two am. "Jules?"
"Yeah—?" She asked, rolling over and placing her head on his chest.
"Are we sure about this?"
"What do you mean?" She whispered, running a thumb over his cheek.
"I mean—are we moving too fast? Should we have just gone home and waited on this—thought straight."
She shook her head, "We are thinking straight. You know—I haven't thought about steroids all night? When I was sitting at that center, all I could think about was being stronger, feeling weak…tonight—I've felt stronger than ever because I was with you."
Sam sighed and smiled, "Good."
"Damn it what have I gotten myself into? If I don't show up for work tomorrow, I'll lose my job. I've got to get her home—but then she may kill me for that. Damn it Sam—Tell her she's wrong, tell her that she's not in her right mind."
"But Jules—."
"I'm so glad we're moving away from this. As long as I can put that behind me and move on, I'll be okay…Thanks for being here for me."
He nodded slowly, "Anytime—."
"Whatta loser. You can't even stand up to your own girlfriend?"
He held onto her and kissed her gently. "Sam—you've ruined your future at the SRU in one night. How do you feel about this?" He asked himself as he watched Jules doze off. "I'm screwed." He tousled Jules' hair and tried to get some sleep—Fail. He didnt even realize that it was seven in the morning until he heard his phone ring on the nightstand.
"Boss—."
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"Why aren't you at work, Sam?"
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"I just—I'm dealing with something. I'll try my best to get back to work by tonight—I just—."
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"Sam, is she really worth losing your job over?"
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Sam was startled by his statement. He knew very well that he was with Jules—but he thought that Greg thought of her as a daughter, he would never tell him to chose work over her would he?
"Excuse me?"
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"I'm just saying…neither of you should let this affect your job. You're both incredible cops who belong here on team one."
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"Sammy?" Jules mumbled as she hobbled out of bed and towards the small bathroom where he was whispering on the phone.
"Sarge, I gotta go—I'll—I'll try my best to be there."
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"But Sam—." The call ended.
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"Who was that?" Jules asked calmly, taking Sam's hand and leading him to a chair.
"An old friend."
She glanced at him wearily, "Why at 7 am?"
"He's in a different time zone—he was just heading off to work."
She smiled and nodded, "Well good morning."
Sam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, "Jules—Listen to me—We cant do this."
She raised her head and shook it slowly, "But you said—"
"Jules, we're going home—I wont let you ruin my job for me—and I wont let myself ruin your entire career for you."
Rawr. Another crappy ending… Well I'm going to bed. I've posted three updates today… this is progress (:
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