Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or the characters even though I totally and completely wish that I did. I'll just borrow them for a while and put them back when I am finished.

A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to post this second chapter, I had temporary writer's block. I will most likely continue, but I have not even started the next chapter so it may be a while, please bear with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'm sorry it is a bit shorter than the last!

Chapter Two: Jules

Jules' mind was spinning, ticking, moving so fast she could barely keep up. She had just endured her session with Toth, and it was worse than she had imagined it would be. She couldn't stop rewinding it over and over in her head. The images were ticking by one by one as if she was attached to a clock, a circular rhythm surrounded her. Jules did not know what would come out of these so-called evaluations, but they seemed of a harsher nature than she thought they would be. She knew the other members of Team One probably felt the same, but she had one particular person on her mind.

Why did Toth have to spend her entire interview dwelling on him? She had tried to push him out of her mind, and God knows she had struggled with not only that, but with pushing him out of her heart. She had forced her feelings so deep inside, that she had convinced herself she would never relive them. Of course there were those small moments that passed, when she could feel her gut telling her to look in Sam's direction. She often listened. It was all she could do to stop her heart from exploding. Jules knew Sam still had those feelings, but he respected their unspoken words, the words neither of them could trust themselves to speak.

Toth had reopened all her wounds, the deepest scars. She did not know how to feel anymore. Jules knew it wasn't going to go away, it would never go away.

As she rounded the corner, there he was, just leaning up against the wall staring into space. He had been waiting for her. A part of her knew this was going to happen. He always knew when she was feeling the most vulnerable, the most wounded. He was the one who was always there to give her a compliment, to help her pick up the pieces of her life. She did not even know where to begin with him today. A part of her was mad. Mad at Sam for getting into all of this in the first place. But she knew she could not pin it all on Sam; was it really his fault that she had given in to the feelings she'd had ever since she first laid eyes on him? She had wanted it too.

Another part of her was upset; all she wanted to do was break down. She couldn't. She had to stay strong in the face of all these emotions. She still had to continue her requalification, after all. Plus she did not want Sam to see her squirm, not much anyway. She continued walking slowly towards him as Sam breached the eery silence with his soft voice.

"How'd it go?" He softened as she looked at him, coming to stand opposite him in the hallway, casually leaning against the railing.

Jules could see his tense posture and unsteady voice. "Not good," she replied bring her eyes up to look at him square in the face.

Sam's soft blue eyes penetrated her stare as he looked back at her, the situation written all over his masculine features. He stated tersely, "Me either."

Jules licked her lips, trying to formulate her words carefully not wanting to let any more emotions out than she had to. "They gave me a hard time cause of you."

Sam sighed; it was obvious he had experienced a similar line of questioning, probably just as uncomfortable as it had been for Jules, if not more. "Yeah," he breathed out, looking to his left.

"They have us under a microscope just in case we treat each other any different," Jules told him, stating the obvious that was floating in between them.

As their eyes met once again Sam smirked, "What's it gonna take, a chaperone?" He turned and leaned up against the wall, tilting his head back and gazing straight ahead.

Jules copied his body language, sighing softly before she responded. Meaningfully she gave him, "That's the thing Sam its not gonna go away."

Sam nodded slightly in response, both of them now silent, seemingly lost in their own thoughts.

They both knew they had to get back to work. They could not linger too long together, because as Jules had mentioned they were under a microscope. Everyone would be watching. They had to be colleagues, that was it. However from what was said, they both knew this was not the case. They would always be more than just colleagues or just friends. They shared something; they were connected in a way that maybe no one around them would even come close to understanding. Experiencing so many traumatic things together, getting through them together? No one could understand how much that meant to both of them, most of all not some military psychologist out to break them and their team apart forever.