Just a short little chapter that'll be the bridge to the next one. Thanks go out to all reviewers (you guys are awesome.) and please enjoy. Don't worry, there shall be much more soon! ;) Let me know what you think.

As always, I have no claim to Flashpoint.

Something was ringing. The sound invaded her jumbled mind, filling her thoughts with nothing but deadly plans to murder the horrific noise. As she felt around her nightstand, she opened her eyes in slits and peered at the clock. With a soft hiss, she vowed that whoever had the nerve to call would have hell to pay whenever she got her hands on them.

Finally her hand closed around the small object and she resisted simply hurling it at the wall. With a quick peek at the display, she swore softly and viciously. She snapped it open and pressed it to her ear.

"Jules?" It was Sam.

"Yes?" She asked, her voice carefully neutral.

"We need to talk." Brushing away the sudden chill she felt when he said those words, such serious words, she sat up and glared at the wall.

"Sam, it's one o'clock in the morning! Can't this wait?" She snapped. There was a long pause as he looked around for a clock. Blinking in surprise to discover she was right, he felt a rush of guilt.

"Sorry. Look, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Sam, wait." Pushing a hand through her hair, she sighed and snapped on the lights. There was something in his tone that urged her to find out what was wrong and her instincts were telling her to listen. "What is it?"

"We need to figure out what we are going to do."

"What do you mean?" There was genuine confusion as she struggled to figure out what he was talking about.

There was a soft sigh on the other end of the line. "I mean, what are we going to do about us? We can't keep doing this forever."

For a long time, there was silence. "I think we need to talk about this face to face." Jules murmured quietly as she felt her heart pound. She hated where this was going.

"Alright. I'll come over tomorrow morning. Goodbye." He hung up, leaving her staring at the phone with a mixture of disbelief, sadness and fear racing through her system. She knew full well that she wasn't going to be going back to sleep now, so she pushed back the covers and got out of bed. Setting down the phone, she padded out into the kitchen, wanting nothing more than a glass of water.

As she found a glass, she was trying to figure out what had caused him to breach that topic. She had thought that they had mutually agreed to let it lie; at least for the moment. That they wouldn't touch on it until the residuals waves of Toth's interviews settled down a little more. And she had been sure that he had been fine with it, simply revelling in the moment like she was. So, what had caused him to question that?

Shutting the phone before she could respond, Sam leaned against the counter, closing his eyes and wishing he was anywhere else. By now, he could hear nearly every emotion that she tried to hide and this was no different. He had heard the softest amount of fear and sadness, and that killed him. He never wanted to hurt her. But Nat had been right.

He was so tired. He just wished that he could simply fall asleep and shut all the voices and memories in his head up. He had never been that lucky though. Trudging into his bedroom, he flicked on the light and collapsed onto the bed. Balling the pillow under his head, he pressed his face into it and blocked out the light. Struggling to empty his mind, he fought to make his body relax and let himself drift.

Sleep simply wouldn't come.

With a soft growl, he got up and began pacing. He spent the rest of the night like that, thinking of what he was going to say.