AN: So what do you guys think so far? It's not what I'm used to writing so I'm out of element right now. This chapter isn't as drama and stress loaded so I hope that you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I still don't own them, but it's a nice thought.

Julie was laying on the couch when someone knocked on the door. She blinked trying to adjust to the sunlight when she opened the door.

"You were sleeping. I am so sorry. I'll come back later." Fulton said starting to turn to walk back down the stairs.

"Fulton come inside." Julie said rubbing her eyes.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. I'm craving adult conversation."

"Rugrats driving you nuts?"

"No more than usual. So what's up?"

"Portman called me. He said he got a chance to talk to you."

"We talked for a while." She said nodding.

"You didn't tell him about Adam?"

"Why would I do that?"

"He's a lawyer Jules, he could give you some advice."

"I'm not looking to divorce Adam." She said shaking her head violently.

"I didn't say you were. But at least get a lawyer's perspective. It doesn't have to be Portman if you don't want it to be."

"I don't need a lawyer."

"Then what about marriage counseling? Sara could help you find someone."

"That I'll think about. But I can't promise that Adam will do it."

"Look, here's Portman's number. Think about what I said." He said writing the number down on a piece of paper.

She took it from him not planning to use it. She knew the two of them were just doing it because they cared. She was grateful to have them in her life. But she wasn't used to them butting in the way they were.

Fulton left when Nate woke up. Julie promised that she would think about calling Portman if things got worse. She needed to call Connie and get her opinion. She dialed Connie's number hoping that she was home. She didn't like calling Connie while she was working. After the fourth ring the answering machine kicked in.

"Hey, it's me. Call me when you get a chance. I need to talk to you. It's kind of important. Bye."

She hung up the phone with a sigh. She looked at the piece of paper laying on the coffee table in front of her. It wouldn't hurt just to call him. She didn't even have to bring up what was going on with Adam.

With a sigh she dialed his number. Nate made noises from his play pin making her look over at him with a smile.

"Dean Portman, how can I help you?"

"You sound serious, I almost believed you."

"Jules?"

"Yeah. I talked to Fulton earlier. He gave me your number."

"So how have you been?"

"Since Saturday? Fine."

"Not great?"

"I could be better. But I didn't call to dump my problems on you."

"You can if you want. I won't pass judgment on you."

"How much did Fulton tell you?"

"That you and Adam are having problems. He didn't tell me willingly, I had to bug it out of him."

"What all did he tell you?"

"That Adam spends all of his time at the precinct. And that you aren't getting through to him."

Julie felt tears burn her eyes as she sighed. She let out a ragged sigh as silence filled the line.

"What else is going on?"

"Is Dean Portman the lawyer asking? Or is my friend Portman?"

"I'll always be your friend Jules. But something needs to be done."

"I've tried. Nothing has worked."

"What about counseling?"

"Adam wouldn't go. He had to deal with that when his parents got divorced."

"I don't know what else to tell you. You can call me whenever you want."

"I know."

"I need to go; I have a meeting. But I should be home by six if you want to call me then."

"That'd be great."

"I'll talk to you then."

Julie hung up the phone wiping her eyes. Things had to change, and soon. Or she was going to lose her mind.