A/N: I gave into temptation. I know I said at first that this was a one-shot. I lied. It's now a two-parter as I'm adding Jules' POV. I couldn't help it, my Jules' muse has been on overdrive lately. I hope you'll enjoy :)

"So this is really your last appointment?"

Jules tore her eyes away from the wall that she was facing to look to her right where her physiotherapist stood, looking down at her high of his six feet. She was sitting on a long bench, feet up and back straight making a 90 degrees angle, a large elastic around her feet and pulling at it with both hands as a shoulder and back motion exercise.

She let out a small laugh. "At least that's what you told me last week, Dylan," she responded. "My motion is fine, I've been training four hours a day for the past three weeks and I've been cleared to go back to work. Really, there's no need for me to be here anymore."

"Are you sure?" Dylan asked, crossing his muscular arms over his chest and giving her a slight concerned frown. "I mean, you could always come another, I don't know… three or four times, just to make sure."

Jules stopped her motion to turn fully toward him, a frown on her features. She looked up and observed him for a moment. At first look Dylan was impressive, but deep down he was sweetheart. "Are you flirting with me?" she asked, her eyes not leaving his.

Dylan shrugged slightly and raised both his brows, obviously holding back a smile. "Maybe."

Jules half-snorted half-sighed as she shook her head, not actually believing that he truly was into her. She brought her eyes back on the wall ahead of her, and resumed her pulling, concentrating on the task at hand.

"What would you say if I was?" he asked tentatively after a moment of silence.

Jules kept on doing her exercise but her eyes moved up to him. "I would say you need to do your job and tell me when my sets are done."

"And I would respond that your sets were done 22 pulls ago."

Jules stopped abruptly and turned fully to him again, letting her feet go down from the bench and touch the ground as she remained seated. Honestly, she had not been counting at all, her mind had been focused on something else. On someone else.

Dylan smiled, amused. "Looks like I'm not the only one with something on their mind."

Jules shot him a look as she stood and gathered her bag from the ground. As she straightened back up, he was still staring at her. She raised a brow as silence settled between them, waiting for him to fill it.

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner, celebrate your spot back on Team One."

She had been in physio for 48 days, 30 of which had been consecutive so she had gotten to know Dylan well, and vice versa. They had spoken, about her work, about his, about life in general. She enjoyed spending time with him on a strictly professional level, but she wasn't so sure about dinner.

"Dylan…" she started in a tone of reproach.

"It's just dinner," Dylan responded, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm just trying to be supportive, here. It's not every day you get to join an elite tactical team, and you can count this as your second time."

"I'm not joining them, I'm going back," she retorted defensively but she knew this wasn't the point. She looked him up for a moment and tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to read his expression. He simply smiled at her, one of those playful smirks she could barely resist. She let her eyes roll a little. "Fine," she finally said, repaying him with a smile of her own. "Let me just get my stuff," she said, pointing towards the changing rooms.

Dylan grinned. "Alright!" he said cheerfully as he clapped his hands together once. "I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"Only if I'm driving," she added with a smile to which he nodded.

As she got back in the changing rooms, she shook her head in disbelief and reminded herself that she would have to make things clear with him this was strictly professional, just a nice friendly dinner…

Or not.

Jules opened her eyes slightly as a ringing sound interrupted her sleep. There was a dim light in the room coming from her phone on her night table. She shot her clock a look. 2:07. Who the hell called at this hour?

Afraid that this might be bad news, she quickly grabbed it and slid it open, bringing it to her hear. "Hello?" she answered, her voice groggy, her eyes still closed.

"Jules, it's Sam."

Her eyes shot opened and she sat up in the bed, suddenly worried about the nature of this call. "Sam?" she asked, a bit confused but much more alert. "What's going on?"

A slight shift in the bed made her look to her side. Dylan was there fast asleep, her bed sheets covering him only up to his waist. Jules found herself in an awkward position. Even though they were both unaware of it, she had her one-night in bed by her right and her ex-lover in her left ear calling her in the middle of the night. She pursed her lips slightly but didn't have time to dwell on it for too long as Sam's next words caught her completely off-guard.

"I love you, Jules."

At first, his voice had sounded normal to her tired ears but now she could hear something off about him, like he was drunk. He had to be to call her at this hour and tell her he loved her.

She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't find a single word to respond to this. Instead, she shook her head slightly and closed her eyes in disbelief, brushing her hair back with her fingers. Finding no words, she decided to let Sam complete that thought.

"Jules?"

"Sam…" she started, aware that her voice was full of reproach. She couldn't believe he actually dared calling her – waking her up even – to tell her something like that when he was drunk. She tried to remain calm, both not to sound harsh to him and not to wake up the man sleeping next to her, but she was finding it hard.

She let out an exasperated sigh in spite of herself, closing her eyes as she thought of what to say next. Chances were he wouldn't even remember her words the next day if the extent of his drunkenness was as bad as she thought. "You can't just call me at 2AM and expect me to respond to that," she started, trying to keep her voice hushed. "We talked about this, this is not the time. Go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow."

Without thinking about it twice, she pulled the phone from her ear and hung up. She shook her head slightly as she thought back on the short conversation she'd just had. Had she dreamt all of this? She put the phone back on her bedside table and looked at the clock. 2:09. Great, now she was fully awake.

It seemed to her like she had made it damn clear to Sam that their relationship was over. How could he possibly call her in the middle of the night and admit his love for her while he had never even spoken the words when they were together? Why couldn't he just move on?

The actual reason why she was mad at Sam was because he was making her second-guess her decision to end things between them. But she had second-guessed herself even before that phone call, so why jump back into bed with another man so quickly?

Pure and simple lust. Or maybe just craving for company. But the best answer was probably that it was a rebound, a way for her to forget all about Sam and find someone else out there. Then why was she feeling so guilty to have slept with another man? It wasn't like she had cheated on him or anything.

She looked over at Dylan, face first in the pillow, still sleeping and completely oblivious of the phone conversation she just had. Was this really the kind of man she was looking for? Not at all. Then what was she looking for? She had no answer for that.

She pushed her feet off the bed and went to her drawer chest, blindly grabbing a night gown and sliding it own, as if ashamed to stroll around naked in her own house. It wasn't actually the where that bothered her rather than the with whom. She shot Dylan a quick look before heading to the bathroom.

Back in her bed, Jules was laying down on the side thinking, facing opposite her one-night partner – or at least she hoped it would only be a one-nighter. Not that he wasn't good, in fact she had conceded him to be well-skilled and idly found herself wondering if it had something to do with physiotherapy techniques.

But her mind wasn't on him at the moment, it was trying to convince her that the decision she had made was the right one.

She had worked too damn hard to get her spot back among Team One. She had trained hard, did more that what was asked from her in physio – no pun intended – and managed to pass the requalification test with a perfect score. She had met with the Sarge earlier that week to settle everything.

She was ready. Or at least she was physically and mentally. It was another story altogether for the emotional part. It was scaring her to go back, afraid that Donna had filled her spot so well that the team wouldn't want to see her leave, afraid that the guys would treat her with more care and that she would have to fight again to prove she was just like the rest of them, afraid that her relationship with Sam brought to daylight would change the team's dynamics, afraid that he would hate her for crushing his feelings.

It had been the only way. Even though she had managed to look strong and confident with her decision when she had met Sam over coffee to end it all, she too had been completely crushed inside. And she still had a hard time recovering. She hadn't meant to tell Sam that she loved him that night. The words had escaped her mouth without her even thinking them first and it had been a mistake. Admitting it to him made it harder to deal with. And not only for Sam. She had denied her love for him to herself but now that it was over, she missed him. More than she ever would admit.

She had always made her career prevail over her intimate relationships in order to stay focused. But the one time she would have made an exception, made efforts to make it work, the stupid rules decided otherwise. Her own stupid rules as well.

The ring of the doorbell startled her. She felt Dylan shift next to her but he simply grunted before resuming his soft snoring. Again, Jules' eyes shot at the alarm clock. 3:16. She had not realized she'd been awake and lost in thoughts for so long. However this thought quickly dissipated and left place to worry. Like middle-of-the-night calls, middle-of-the-night visits weren't usually a good sign.

Quickly, she pushed her bed sheets off her and stood from her bed. She swiftly made her way over to the front door, unwelcomed thoughts rushing into her mind. Had something happened to Sam? Had he done something stupid because she turned him down again?

As she neared the door, she could see the shadow of a figure through the curtains. The figure shifted slightly and she automatically recognized Sam's profile. Although a deep relief ran through her to see he was safe, she rapidly felt a slight anger rising. The phone call hadn't been enough for one night, he had to show up at her door and expect for her to welcome him in as if it was natural?

She hesitated to make any further step forward. She didn't want him to see her and she wasn't really sure she wanted to confront him. It had only been an hour since his phone call, he was obviously still drunk. She didn't need this right now. Not when she had another man in her bed, not when she had just spend the last hour laying awake having conflicted thoughts about the man standing right outside her front door.

A few hard knocks came on the door and before he decided to barge in or wake the whole neighbourhood, Jules quickly turned the lock and opened the door on him. The words escaped her mouth before she could think them through. "Sam, you can't be serious," she said in exasperation, an apprehensive look on her face.

It took a moment before he answered anything. While her eyes were locked onto his, his were scanning her from top to bottom. Jules followed his gaze down and realized she was wearing his favourite night gown. She shifted slightly and his eyes moved back up to hers. Again, he seemed to study her. Her brows furrowed as she stared at him, her eyes already narrowed because of the harsh light of her door porch in comparison to the darkness inside the house.

"Jules just… hear me out, will you?"

Jules let out an audible sigh and shifted her weight until she leaned against the door porch. This wasn't the moment or the place to discuss any of this but he'd probably walked all the way to her place, the least she could do was to let him speak, even though she already knew this wasn't going to end how he intended to. She crossed her arms over her chest and rose a brow in a manner that said 'make it quick'.

"Remember how you said only one of us had to leave the team, that it would be our only solution?"

There they were again. Jules closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, not believing that he was actually standing at her door in the middle of the night to tell her this, something that could have easily waited for the next morning to be told. And if only he had waited the next morning, he would have realized what he said made no sense whatsoever.

"Jules, there's an opening on Team Three. Donna was going to take it but what if I do? She'll remain on Team One, you'll go back with them and then we can be together without anything stopping us."

Jules gave him a quick exasperated sigh as she looked back up at him. She felt like something was boiling up inside of her as she heard him say this. They had both agreed that giving up their spot on Team One wasn't an option. She knew his drunken mind might think this as a great idea, but she also knew deep down, he didn't mean it and could not go through with it.

"Are you even listening to yourself right now?" she asked rhetorically, her voice coming out louder than she had intended as if trying to make him see reason. "Not a month ago you were agreeing with me saying leaving Team One was a sacrifice none of us were willing to make. What changed?"

"We changed. This changed," he said, pointing from her to him and back a few times, referring to them being together. "I miss you Jules. Like crazy."

A sudden thought crossed Jules mind. She was afraid their argument might get louder and wake up Dylan and the one thing she didn't need right now was to have Sam come face to face with him. She stepped outside as she shook her head in disapproval to Sam's words and then slowly closed the door behind her, again trying to make as little noise as possible. "Sam you're drunk, we've had this conversation and I don't plan on having it again, especially not when you're like this," she said, letting her hand motion towards him. She observed him for a moment. If it wasn't for his slurred words, he would look rather composed to anyone who didn't know him. But she knew him well enough to see he wasn't his usual self. His stance wasn't as composed and confident as it normally was, his shoulders were shifted forward, his head slightly tilted to the side as if trying to figure something out.

She tried to meet his eyes but he was staring past her, completely oblivious to what she had just said. His gaze was fixed on the door that she had just closed and when his eyes finally moved back on hers, his pain was obvious.

"Are you with somebody in there?" he asked and Jules knew he probably had to fight hard to keep his voice from breaking.

She pursed her lips slightly and tore her gaze away from him to avoid him reading her expression. It seemed like she wasn't the only one who knew him well. She remained silent as her head fell slightly down, a strong feeling of guilt taking over her completely, much stronger than the one she already had.

When she looked back up at him, his face had dropped even more, his eyes were pleading for her to refute his assumption. But she couldn't lie to him so to break the long silence between them, she aimed for the ambiguous answer. "This is not the place and definitely not the time to discuss this. Go to sleep, sober up, we'll talk later."

Without waiting for his answer, she turned on her heels, opened the door she had just closed and slid through without looking back at him. She knew if she did, it would hurt her even more to see him so crushed. She closed the door again and leaned her back against it, shutting her eyes and letting out a long breath. She remained there for a moment, trying to compose herself, her hands brushing her hair back.

When she opened her eyes again, she found her vision slightly blurred due to the tears forming into them. She sniffed loudly once and blinked a few times, fighting them back. No, she had to be strong, this was the right and only choice for the both of them. She would manage to forget him and move on.

But if she had not managed that yet while being away from him for weeks, how would she do it facing him everyday?

She shook her head slightly in an attempt to erase that thought from her mind and pushed herself from the door. She climbed back the steps that led to her bedroom, Dylan's snoring becoming louder as she neared her bed. She slid back in and pulled the covers, staring absent-mindedly at the opposite wall of her bedroom.

"Everything alright?" Dylan's deep groggy voice asked.

Jules rolled over slightly so she would face him again. His eyes were barely opened. She forced a smile on her lips even though she doubted he could see her properly. "Everything's fine." She knew this sentence wouldn't cut it with the team but thankfully, Dylan wasn't a part of that.

He seemed satisfied with her answer and he closed his eyes again, wrapping his arm around her waist and held her so they would sleep and cuddle. But Jules' thoughts were far from being on the same page as his.