They had killed him in self- defense.

Greg sat there, her head propped on his hand. There was no doubt she was in a coma. Her body had been beaten to the last bit.

Paramedics arrived.

As they loaded Jules onto a stretcher, the medic gave Greg a look. A look that he would never forget. The medic looked at him and just shook his head. That was when Greg grabbed his phone

"Sam.-"

"Yeah, Sarge? Is she okay? What was going on? I need to know! Sar-" Sam yelled into the phone.

"Sam." He interrupted. "She was trying to call us because- because-"Greg began hesitantly.

He took a deep breath. "Sam we found her beaten and raped by a man. How fast can you get here."

"Oh my gosh! Sarge, I can't believe this. I'm on my to the airport right now. Someone help her. She can't be alone. And someone needs to get Sammie. Please Sarge, please. Tell her I will be there." Sam said, words flooding out of his mouth at the same speed of his driving.

"Sam I- Sam. She's in a coma. Wordy shot the guy." Greg said as tear rolled town his face.

Sam couldn't say a word.

"And Sam, Wordy has Sammie. He'll be okay. Trust me."

Sam's eyes were so flooded with tears he couldn't see the road. He still couldn't respond. Until he said. "Sarge, get off the phone. Someone needs to be next to her. She can't be alone. I promised her that much. You are the father in her life. Go be with her. NOW!" Sam yelled with fury on the other end of the line.

Greg hung up the phone as he followed with Ed, Lewis, and Spike behind the ambulance carrying her unresponsive body.

Once they arrived to the hospital and they had her in the Emergency Room Greg never left her side. He sat with his hand placed on hers for hours as she still never responded. He sat for so long that the constant beep from the heart rate monitor became unnoticeable.

Within the next five hours, still no response.

She was on pain killers. Monitors. Anything to help the doctors wake her up comfortably.

Greg had still not moved. Wordy had gone home with Sammie. Ed and the others had gone to return everything to the station and get some rest. Greg. Just sat. His hand still on hers. He had not moved. All he could do is stare at her limp, frightened body.

She had multiple bruises along her face. Her legs were brutalized. So were her arms.

That was when Sam arrived. He had flown across the Atlantic, non-stop. He ran through the halls. "Where is Julianna Callaghan's room?" He asked a nurse trying to get a quick response. She pointed to a room at the end of the hall in the trauma center of the hospital.

"Jules." He said as he bursted into tears at the door looking at her body in the worst state he had ever seen her in.

"Sam. I have been here the whole time. No response. Maybe if you- "Greg said quietly.

"Greg, you can go. You go get some rest. I'll stay here. Oh and tell Wordy thank you. Please. For me." Sam patted Greg on the back as he began to walk for the door.

"Sam, call me if anything changes." Greg said as a tear trickled down his cheek.

Sam nodded as he took position in the chair beside her. All he could do is stare. Then cry. And stare a little more.

"Why couldn't she fight him off?" He thought. "Jules, I love you. Please return to us. Please. I know I can't raise Sammie alone. I just know I can't. He needs you. He needs his mother….. Julianna……I love you." He said, as he saw the ring was still on her finger. He smiled at her, tears still rolling down his face.

He grabbed her hand. Holding it tighter than ever. Kissing her hand almost every minute.

While she was laid there. She couldn't speak, she couldn't respond. She could sure hear though. That was when flashbacks came to her of what had just happened.

A man. A very big, strange man… He had just- Just- raped her. The pain. She was so scared. She couldn't feel her own body. She was numb. All she wanted was Sam to be there to protect her. She was- ,she-, was drunk. So drunk that she couldn't even try to protect herself. She was now relying on Sam to protect her. She heard his voice. She felt his touch. She felt him protecting her.

That was when Sam heard a beep come from the monitor.

"Sam." She said in the quietist voice ever.

"Jules, Jules, you are awake." He smiled, his eyes filling up with even more tears.

Her body was still. Then, she tilted her head. "Sam, I know what happened. I needed you. I wanted you. The man- he- he-." She couldn't say it.

"Jules don't say it. Please." Sam said not wanting to hear what this creep had done to his fiancé. "Jules, they killed him. Wordy. He killed this jerk." Sam said quickly.

Jules smiled slightly. "Sam, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. All I could feel was him- him beating the life out of me. I didn't know if I was going to live or die. All I could think of was you and Sammie." Jules continued in a very quiet voice, still not completely alert. "What about your father?" Jules said, knowing that she had ruined this awful day even more.

"Jules, I dealt with it. I needed to get here to you though. You are what I have to look forward to now. You and Sammie are my future." Sam said.

Jules could hardly move. Blood was rushing into the thick bandages covering her all over her body. The worst pain was coming from her head. A blow to the head that had almost killed her.

A doctor walked in. "hHs she woken up yet?"

"Yeah, I was just about to go get somebody." Sam replied, his hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, well. I just wanted to tell you that we already did a rape exam, and all of the tests came back negative. Now, the police need to speak to you- alone-." The doctor walked out quickly trying to postpone the reply from the two f them.

"Miss Callaghan." Two policemen walked through the door.

" I think you mean Constable Callaghan." Sam said, to give them the fact that she was a cop.

"Sir, I think you need to go. This is confidential." The police said.

"No! He stays, or I give no information to you." Jules said in a furious but quiet tone.

The policemen gave in.

" You already know what happened. I was raped. That's that. My team killed him. Thanks to them. I am still alive. If that man had even another minute, I would probably be dead." Jules said trying to give as much info in one statement as possible.

"How were you feeling before this man abducted you. Were you depressed, high, drunk?" The police asked.

" Sam. Please. Please don't be mad. I love you." She said as tears rolled down her face.

Sam stared at her, knowing she had gotten drunk again out of guilt. "Sir, I had to go to Afghanistan to claim my father's remains. I left her. I left her with our newborn son. She didn't need to be alone. She was depressed. I should have been there." Sam continued.

The policemen nodded. "We will continue this later. Once you get out of here."

The departed from the room, leaving Sam with the girl he has loved for about two years now. "Jules." He said.

"Sam, Please. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." She continued to cry.

"Jules, don't worry about it. Don't. I understand. It's just- just- you left Sammie."

"Im sorry! Please forgive me." Jules said crying.

"Jules, I love you. I will always forgive you. I'm just glad you're okay. Later. Later we will talk about what actually happened." He said. Then she nodded, wanting to put off that conversation as long as possible.

"I'll be right here. You get some rest." He said as he grasped her hand, hr fingers between his. She dozed off. He sat there and said, "I'll never let go."