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Here you go guys! So, I might have procrastinated writing for another night. But, due to giggles811's not so subtle hints that I needed to get my ass into gear, I decided I'd write it tonight. (; So, you have her to thank for that! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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The Team

"Sarge." Wordy said, quietly, "I can help. I was there with Shelley for all three of our daughters."
A small pang of reality hit Sam. Sadie was coming now, and there was no stopping her.
Right now, his daughter and his wife's lives laid in their hands…

And they were about to perform an emergency delivery.

The Team

To Sam it felt like it took forever, but the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and soon enough they made it to the SUV.
"Sam." Wordy said, as they slowed, Sam followed him to the back of the car to find that –as Wordy had said- he'd cleared out the back, and the back seats had retracted into the floor. Sam lay her down gently in the back, and kneeled beside her. She took a sharp, pain filled breath, and her hand tightened around his.
He put his hand to her forehead, and smoothed her hair away from her clammy forehead. It was like not being able to breathe, not just because Jules was in pain, but because his daughter and wife's lives were in danger. He wanted to kill the two people that had attacked his family. He looked out the window towards the path he knew would lead him back to Sarge and Spike whom were holding onto the subjects.
The rage he was feeling ebbed at his precise self-control.

He hadn't realized how engrossed he had become in his thoughts until he felt the tight squeeze on his hand. He looked down to Jules,
"Don't." She whispered up at him, "We need you right now."
The tightness in his muscles left him in that moment,
"I know." He replied softly, meeting her eyes.
The moment was broken when he heard a piece of the team's conversation in his ear.
They can't maneuver the ambulance through the path in the woods, but Ed you can transport two EMTs back here to help to, well…yeah. –Spike.
Copy. –Ed.
Go quick but careful, these paths aren't all that safe. –Sarge.
Sam met Wordy's eyes and he nodded reassurance,
Sarge, do you want us to wait? –Wordy.
How far apart are the contractions? –Ed.
Sam twisted his wrist without letting go of Jules's hand, and cringed when another contraction hit her and she cried out in pain,
About 5 minutes. –Sam.
There was a muttered conversation that Sam heard in the background, he presumed Sarge was talking with the EMTs.
Alright, Ed's with the EMTs now, they'll be back in about 5 minutes. Sam the EMTs said we needed to get her undressed. They said, you need to keep her calm, and try to keep her heart rate down since we don't know if the dosage of Pitocin they gave her is lethal or not.
"Copy." Sam replied, he looked up to see that the rest of the team was gone. Well, not gone, but they weren't able to see what was happening. He met Wordy's eyes and Wordy nodded.

Under other cirumstances, Sam most likely would not have handled it not being doctors that were seeing Jules undressed like this, but right now…that was not as important as doing everything they could to get her and their daughter out of this alive.
"Jules." He said gently, she looked up at him, her eyes showed fatigue.
"The EMTs aren't going to be able to make it here for a few minutes. It's just Wordy and I, but we need to get you undressed and ready, alright?"
Her tired eyes met his, "We can't wait?"
He shook his head gently, "No. I'm sorry."
She nodded in consent, and Wordy moved quickly to remove her pants and panties. She scrunched her eyes closed and Sam gave her hands a squeeze.

As soon as she was completely undressed from the waist down, the EMTs finally got there. Wordy moved into the back of the SUV with Sam and Jules.
Jules's back arched as another contraction hit, and a quick breath left her lips,

Sam and Wordy pinned her gently but firmly, Sam leaned down and whispered soothing things in her ear as the EMTs spread her legs. Wordy kept his eyes on her face, respectably until the EMTs propped her legs closer to her body and pulled a blanket out of one of their bags to cover them, concealing her. Sam and Wordy both gripped her hands, and Sam ran his hand over her clammy forehead and cheek.

It felt like the blissful moments in between each contraction started and ended too quickly.

She let out another small scream, this was horrible. But, she'd go through it, she wanted a baby more than anything. She and Sam wanted Sadie.

"Alright, she's at about 8 and a half centimeters. Jules. 2 contractions from now, we want you to start pushing." The EMT said.

Jules let out a nervous breath, but nodded. "Okay."

The EMT, his name tag said Jo, looked to the other, "Afterwards, we're going to need to work fast and give her a diluent to dilute the Pitocin. They gave her an overdose."

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