Sam knew he had tied a bond with Jules that couldn't be broken. He believed in the ring. They knew that with the circumstances of having a newborn baby, it wasn't the right time to get married. So they held off, and enjoyed having each other, and their son.

Jules was loving this. She was to soon go back to work and so was Sam. She now knew she would have ever been able to raise their son alone. She needed Sam.

One morning, Sam and Jules were both awake. Sam was cleaning up as Jules sat on the couch feeding Sam Jr.

Then all of a sudden, Sam's phone rang. He headed towards the bedroom to grab it. When he answered it, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Sam Braddock?" A man on the phone asked. "This General Dubane from the military. I and the rest of the unit would like to express our deepest regrets, as I have to say your father was killed last night in a road side bomb attack." Sam couldn't say a word, he couldn't cry. He continued to breathe deeper and deeper. "We will have transport available by tomorrow for you to come and claim your father's remains." This was when Sam began to cry. "Thank you" is all he said, and he hung up the phone.

When Sam didn't return for a good 20 minutes, Jules lifted herself from the couch and walked to the bedroom where she found Sam bawling his eyes out. "Sam! What's Wrong!" She said as she placed Sam Jr. into his crib. She reached over wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I got a call. A call from the military. My father- My father he-.."

"Oh Sam! Im so sorry! Sam, how? Oh no! I can't- , I'm so sorry sweetheart." Jules exclaimed as she also began to cry.

"They need me to go to Afghanistan to claim his remains before they bring them back here." Sam said, knowing she wouldn't like the sound of that.

"You go. I will stay here with Sammie.(The nickname they had given their son.) We don't need him around what's gong on over there." Jules said worried, "You need to get there as soon as possible."

"I know. They said they need me there by tomorrow. They are setting up a flight." Sam said, still crying, knowing his father was killed by a terrorist.

"Let's get you packed up. Sam- Sam I'm- .. I'm just really sorry Sam." Jules said once more as she kissed his cheek gently.

That afternoon, she drove him to the airport, bags packed. She wasn't looking forward to saying goodbye to the man she loved. She knew he would be back after a few days, but she couldn't handle the thought of him not being with her.

Sam walked up to the gate to enter the loading dock for the plane. Jules stood holding Sammie in a carrier. Sam bent down to kiss him goodbye and told him to be the man of the house while he was gone. Then he placed his lips on Jules' and kept them there for minutes. He said he could stay like that for the rest of his life. She smiled as a tear dropped down her cheek.

Sam turned and walked away, taking one look back at his fiancé and son. His eyes, now filled with tears couldn't look at her beautiful face any longer. She watched as he boarded the plane and took off.

On her way home, she began to forget about what she was doing, and couldn't stop thinking about Sam. So much, that she swerved into the middle of the road and luckily didn't hit anyone.

She arrived home and placed Sammie in his crib for a nap. "Why? Why didn't I go with him? I need him. I can't do this alone." She bursted into tears. She knew she couldn't stay home all night crying. She had to blow off some steam, that always worked for her.

That night, she called the babysitter and went out. Alone. With no one there to watch after her. She walked into the first bar she could find. She ordered a drink. Then another. And a few more. By that time, she was completely drunk. She was hardly able to walk, talk or do any other normal daily functions.

That was when she decided to walk home. Al she had for her protection was her cell phone. She continued to walk when a man came from behind her.

"Hey." He said.

"Uhh, hi." She said, as she continued to walk dizzily.

"Someone sure is a bit drunk tonight I can tell." He said as he grabbed her by her waist as she began to head directly into the side of a building. This made her feel uncomfortable, but she was still so drunk, she didn't know what to do.

"Going home to anyone tonight?" He asked with a straight face as he grabbed her arm pulling her closer to him. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger than anyone she had ever tackled at work. He jerked her closer, feeling her resistance.

"No, uh- no." She said, breathing heavily, wanting Sam to appear out of nowhere and protect her.

That was when he grabbed her by her arms tighter and pulled her close to his side and across the street to a black tinted-window truck parked along side the road. She tired to scream, but he hand his hand tightly across her mouth. She was so scared. She couldn't believe what was happening. He tied her wrists and covered her mouth as she rode in the back seat of the dark truck. Her eyes were filled with tears. She wanted Sam. That's all she could think of. She couldn't remember where her cell phone was or anything. She just knew she wanted Sam.

Soon the truck came to a stop. The man got out and jerked her out of the car, covering her eyes with his hand, her wrists still tied. She felt a gun against her neck. She knew the feeling of a gun. All she could think of now was her son. Their son. She needed to be strong for him.

She felt the man push her into a room and onto the floor. She soon felt that her clothes were being ripped off. Her uncovered her eyes. It was pitch dark. All she could feel is the pain of her beating her down like she was a toy. She couldn't to cry out in pain even thought her mouth was still covered. He then untied her wrists. That was when she could feel the shape of her phone pressing underneath her back inside the pocket of her shirt lying beneath her.

The man grabbed her leg and dragged her across the room. As he turned, she grabbed the shirt and pulled it with her. He stood over her. Then he turned around. That was when she made her move. She dialed 1 into her phone which was her speed dial for Sam. She knew she couldn't talk to him, but he could hear what was going on and get her help.

The phone rang silently. Sam answered the phoe. Then the man returned to beating Jules' now limp body. She screamed and cried in pain. Sam yelled "Jules! Jules! What's going on? Jules! He immediately hung up as he heard the cry of pain coming from her side if the phone.

That was when he dialed Ed's number. "Ed! Ed! It's Sam. Something's wrong with Jules. You have to help her!" Ed frantically jumped into his car knowing that Sam was out of the country. In the car, Ed called the station. Greg was still there, finishing up files from that day.

"Greg, We have a problem. We have to track down Jules' phone. She just called Sam. He said she's in trouble." Ed yelled over the phone. "Get team one on call immediately." He continued.

"Did she say anything? Greg asked as he began to track her phone by GPS. "No, Sam said that she dialed his phone and all he could hear was her screaming." Ed said, his heart was racing as he pulled into the parking lot of the SRU. He met up with Greg as they hunted down the location of her phone.

Ed attempted to call her phone.

Jules was still lying on the floor. Her face had been beaten by the this man. Her face,…her whole body. She had blood running down from her cheek where he hit her with the gun.

She felt her phone vibrate. She reached underneath her and answered it. But, when she moved to do this. The man took his hand and slapped her across her face. She screamed with pain. Ed had heard enough.

"Got it!" Greg yelled. "104 East Street, lets go!" Ed and Greg grabbed two rifles, handguns, and vests. The other team members were on their way.

"Location confirmed guys." Ed said over everyone's radio. They had to save Jules, from whatever pain and suffering she had been going through for the past half hour.

She still laid on the floor, in a pool of blood. She had been raped and beaten by this man. All she could hope is that her team was on the way.

The only thing that reassured her was that her ring, was still on her finger. It brought her comfort that the bond was still there.

"Greg, you ready?" Ed asked over the radio as they drove up. "Lets go.", "Wordy, Spike, Lewis… stealth through front. " Guys, you see Jules, no matter her position, we get her out of there. Said Greg.

The team got up to the front door. They could hear Jules inside, screaming for help.

They took action. Wordy, Ed, and Lou all had guns raised. Greg and Spike took over getting the door down. "One, two, three" Greg whispered. They slammed into the door. No luck. That's when they heard the man scream and all of a sudden a loud bang came from a room to the side. The man had knocked Jules in the side of her head, causing her to go unconscious. They tried once more. Success. Ed ran in firing at every shot he could. A man came out of a bedroom firing at him. They stood, together at gunpoint. As Greg ran past him to find Jules beaten and lying helpless on the floor covered in blood. Wordy came up from behind the man.

"Bang ,bang!" The man then lied on the floor. A gunshot wound to his head had ended the pain he had put Jules through.

"Someone call Paramedics.. Now!" Greg yelled to the others. Lou and Spike ran towards the room when what they saw shocked them both. "Eddie, get in here" That's when Ed saw her body, still breathing but limp, lying on the floor covered in bruises and blood. She laid there, her clothes across the room. Her phone covered in blood where she had attempted to contact them for help.

Then they sat and waited.. waited for their young, spunky, sweethearted Jules to return to them.