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Rated K

Ok readers, I will chalk it up to the holiday weekend that would make only ONE person review.

And just so you know, I posted more than one chapter over this holiday weekend...which is harder than just leaving a review!

Grrrr. I am frowning at you! I really do need positive reviews fast!

Not sure if this chapters is lame but here it is anyway.

Nick is still pissed. Jules feels terrible about it.

It didn't take all that long to have her daughter bathed and asleep. Emma had had a long day and it took it's toll on the little girl she was asleep in no time. Since Jules was already upstairs, she decided to go into her room and get ready for bed. Putting on pale blue nightshirt, and a pair of socks, Jules quickly threw her hair up in a ponytail.

Before she went down the stairs, she walked to the office and stood in front of the closed door. She wanted to knock or peek inside but she knew she needed to stay away from him. So, instead she turned around and headed downstairs to hang with her best friend and brother. As she got closer to the bottom of the stairs, she immediately noticed the quiet…. There was no bickering. There was no arguing. There was simply silence….and she wasn't sure why.

Walking into the kitchen she was surprised to find the dishes still on the table. She was even more surprised to find BOTH Trista and Warrick gone.

"What the hell?" she mumbled. "That sucks…she ditched me," she whispered to herself.

She had hoped at least Trista would keep her company.

As Jules cleaned up the dishes quickly she noticed the cap to a beer bottle on the counter and she knew then that Nick had been downstairs. It meant he had left the confines of the office while he knew she was bathing Emma. She turned and looked into the pot and saw that he had gotten some food too. She was happy that he ate. She just was sad that he wouldn't eat with her.

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Jules made herself a cup of decaf tea, sat down at the table and looked out into nothing. She could hear only her thoughts and the hum of the dishwasher. She thought about the mess she made and how angry she made Nick.

"Man, oh, man, he was rrrrealllly mad," she thought silently. "I'm really sorry, Cowboy," she whispered taking a sip of her tea.

Jules sat like that for a while… just thinking.

She had just about finished her tea when she heard him walking around upstairs. She hoped he was coming downstairs.

He didn't.

Finally, Jules got up, threw her used teabag in the garbage and put the cup in the sink before heading upstairs to face the unknown. She wasn't sure how he would react now that so many hours had passed.

Once she was at the top of the stairs, Jules looked toward the office. She wasn't sure if he was back in there. She walked over and peeked in. All she saw was his desk strewn with an array of scattered pictures showing gruesome crime scenes, a few folders, and some Sharpie markers. It wasn't like Nick to leave everything in disarray like that so she knew…he was still not happy.

Jules left the office and peeked in on Emma. She smiled at her daughter who was sound asleep and sucking her thumb. She noticed her woobie had fallen to the floor. Jules picked it up, placed it back by her head and kissed her softly.

Her next stop was the room she was nervous to enter…her own.

Opening the door slowly she saw him sitting up, shirtless, propped up by pillows and reading a Forensic Magazine. He peered over it at her and then back at the magazine again.

Jules walked into the master bathroom and, without saying a word to him, she washed her face, brushed her teeth and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Good luck, Baby Girl," she mouthed to her reflection.

Walking back out of the bathroom and to her side of the bed she crawled in sheepishly.

Nick still did not even acknowledge her.

Jules thought about saying something but instead grabbed her Biochemistry Journal and began reading it. In reality, she was pretending to read it. She couldn't actually read it…her mind was racing about Nick and she was feeling really terrible. It was starting to eat away at her now; even worse than before. Knowing how he couldn't even stand the sight of her, and was still wasn't speaking to her, even after so many hours had passed, chipped away at her slowly.

Jules put her magazine down on her lap and looked over at Nick. He was reading. He wouldn't look over. She stared. He read. She stared more. He read. She knew he was aware she was looking at him. He usually turned and would smile when she watched him, but he didn't tonight.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"I really am sorry, Nick," she whispered.

"I know," he said flatly without looking over.

"I left you alone to give you time to cool off…but, you still won't look at me even NOW?" she said sadly.

"I'm reading," he said with no inflection in his voice at all.

"How long will you be mad at me?" she asked sadly, "I can't take back what I did, Nick."

"No, you're right, you can't take it back," he said quietly but with an attitude.

"I wish I could, but I can't and I really am sorry, Nicky," she whispered.

Nick didn't mean to be so cold to her. He knew she was sorry but he was still mad and he couldn't help it. After all, she put herself in danger. She put their babies in danger. She did what he specifically asked her not to. And so, while it was true that hours had passed, Nick still felt the fear and the anger she caused him and he wasn't going to pretend he didn't.

And so, without looking at her he just gave her a cold answer. "I know. You said that already."

Jules didn't know what else she could say. So she simply continued to stare at him. He simply continued to read.

When she began to feel the tears of hurt and regret, she fought hard to not show them. Jules could easily show sorrow and regret, but she always found it hard to allow herself to show weakness with tears. She had been like that since childhood...But having Nick that mad at her...hurt bad. It was extremely rare that he would ever get this angry with her which made it hurt even more.

Finally, when Nick still refused to look at her, she swallowed hard, and slipped calmly out of bed. She walked into the bathroom, closed and locked the door, turned on the shower and got in. She didn't want him to hear her crying...she knew the shower would hide her tears.

Jules stayed in there for a little while. She let the steam engulf the shower, leaned against the tiled wall and let the tears fall...she continued to whisper "I'm so sorry" as she quietly cried.

While it was true she was hormonal, she knew she wasn't crying because she was feeling sorry for herself. She was crying because she was feeling truly sorry. Sorry she did what she did. Sorry for taking a chance with her babies and feeling terribly guilty about it. She hated herself for thinking she could get answers from Cole even after Nick told her to leave it alone.

She couldn't blame Nick's anger. She disrespected him, disregarded his feelings, embarrassed him in front of his colleagues, and most importantly she put herself and her pregnancy in a bad situation. And because of those feelings, those facts, along with the pain of disappointing Nick, she cried quietly, trying hard not to let him know.

Nick had felt her slip out of their bed and knew she was headed for the bathroom, but he was surprised when he heard the shower go on since she was already dressed in her pajamas and in bed. Nick put his magazine down on his lap and stared straight ahead. He thought for a moment about how cold he was treating her. He wondered why he couldn't just let it go...she was sorry, he knew she was...she not only apologized but he could feel how much she meant it. He didn't have to treat her like he couldn't bear the sight of her...She made a mistake and he was really beating her up for it. He just wasn't sure how to discuss this again without being so angry.

He wondered if he should just go to sleep; he would be over it by the morning for sure.

He just wasn't sure he could get over it right now...