A/N: Ok so little bit of a disclaimer here… obviously I own nothing. Along with owning nothing, there are a few things to note about this fic:

1: Its different from my other fics. While there is Jam in the story, and Jam moments, and Jammy overtones, it is not strictly about the Jam relationship. The focus is on Sam and Jules, but its not the story of their relationship. Its more that their relationship is within the story. So, anti-jammers read at your own risk, and jammers, well, I hope theres enough to keep you satisfied.

2: The first while may seem slow. This is intentional.

Spoilers: Priority of Life, Slow burn. Story is set sometime after the two.


Sam went up the stairs looking for Jules, surprised to find her in the washroom. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah," Jules sighed, tossing the test in the trash.

"Was that a-"

"Yeah. It was negative, for the record."

He squinted slightly, trying to gage her reaction. "Does that bother you?"

"Not exactly. I mean, I'm not sure we're ready for that, it's just something's off and I was hoping it was that simple."

He leaned against the doorframe, a look of concern coming over his face. "Off? Like how?"

"I don't know. The past couple weeks I've just felt off, like something's… wrong…" She turned her attention back to the counter and began straightening things up.

He scowled slightly in confusion. "And that made you think you might be pregnant?"

She shrugged. "Not really, but it would have made sense. After all, those were some potent antibiotics they gave me for the anthrax so the pill was definitely useless this past month."

Sam nodded - she'd given him an entire health class worth of a lecture when she was released from the hospital, all because he had made a funny face when she'd asked him to get condoms while she picked up her prescription. "Ok, so maybe you're just thrown off by all the things that have changed in the past few weeks. I mean really, we went from hiding our relationship to the chief of police knowing about it, we almost lost our jobs, and the boss almost quit, all over the course of a week. Add to that that you got anthrax and almost bled out in a lab and really it's not surprising that you're finding things weird now."

"You're probably right." She smiled slightly, then checked the time on her phone. "We should get going. The boss'll scorpio us both if we're late."


"Team One, Hot Call!"

The team stopped their workout at the sound of the alarm and Winnie's voice over the intercom.

"Two masked gunmen, U of T library, address on your PDAs."

The boss scowled as he settled his radio in his ear. "Thats all we know?"

"911 is working through the calls, so far we've only got witnesses to the presence of the gunmen, no known shots fired."

"Yet," Sam mumbled, mostly to himself, as he hopped into the same truck as Ed.

"Lets hope it stays that way," Ed shot back at him. "Alright, Spike pull up schematics. Boss?"

"Spike you can double on intel and as my second, the rest of you I want inside trying to contain this thing."

Ed nodded. "Alright. Raf, you're with me, Sam with Jules."

The 'copy's were interrupted by Winnie's voice. "We've got a 911 caller reporting numerous shots fired, somewhere on the fourth floor of the building… no word on injuries."

"Great," Raf mumbled, turning to Jules. "This is going to suck."

Jules nodded. "Spike what kind of layout are we looking at here?"

Spike cleared his throat. "Building has four floors, stairwells A and B, at the north and east sides of the building, respectively. West wall of each floor has private study rooms, no interior windows so those will need to be approached with caution. Aside from that, the only real obstacles are the thousands of bookshelves."

"Alright, Ed and Raf take the north stairs, Sam and Jules take east. Clear the first floor and head straight for the fourth, we'll get uni's in there to maintain that the first floor is clear."

A series of 'copy's accepted Greg's direction without protest.


As they reached the fourth floor Sam and Jules exchanged glances, unsure of just what they were getting into.

"Raf, Ed?"

"In position."

With that, the two teams emerged from their respective stairwells and began searching the floor.

"Study rooms on west wall cleared," Raf confirmed as Ed confirmed the vacancy of the last room. "Moving on to the books." Raf and Ed turned their attention to the endless shelves of books in front of them. Half of the building had shelves running north to south, the other half east to west. Raf made a mental note that librarians must not be familiar with feng shui.

Sam and Jules continued weaving through the shelves that fell perpendicular to the east wall of the building.

Sam looked confused. "Anyone find any civilians yet?"

When the answer was no Jules paused a moment. "Ok, you're here in the library, shots are fired. Where do you hide?"

The two looked around before stopping with their eyes on the same dark corner at the back of the room. "There," Sam whispered. The two walked slowly to the back of the room.

Their eyes fell on what they could only assume were students, one male, one female. Jules exhaled hard as Sam covered for her while she checked for pulses.

Shaking her head 'no' she touched the comm in her ear. "Boss, we've got two dead."

Greg sighed into his comm. "Location?"

Jules looked around for markers. "Back corner, um, where east wall meets south."

"And our victims?"

Sam looked to Jules, whose search through their pockets had come up empty. "No ID. Looks like students, Im guessing a couple."

Greg shared the rest of the team's confusion as he questioned Sam's assessment. "What makes you think they're a couple?"

"I have no idea what section this is supposed to be, but I'm guessing theres not a lot of reading that goes on back here. Books are dusty, cobwebs on some. Their clothes aren't on right, and not just because they've both been shot." He then gestured to their joined hands, simply for Jules' benefit.

"He's right boss, definitely a couple. Our male vic took 3 shots to the chest, female took 5 to the face. Could be personal."

"Alright, that could be good news for us. If it was about that couple then perhaps-" He was cut off by the sound of more shots. "Team one: status!"

"No harm," Sam, Jules, Raf, and Ed said in unison.

Jules picked up both of the orphaned cell phones that lay on the floor near their victims.

"Sounded like it came from the third floor. Raf and I will head down there, Sam and Jules?"

"Doesn't look like either one of our vics were the 911 caller. You guys head down, we'll finish clearing this floor."

Jules replaced the phones to where she had found them and straightened up to stand next to Sam. The two continued their sweep. They walked though the sections of books, carefully scanning the floor for any other possible hiding places - their caller had to be there somewhere.

"What about over there?" Jules asked, pointing towards some desks covered in computers. The desks couldn't be seen under from their direction, which made it seem like a plausible hiding place.

Noting the hastily abandoned notebooks next to the computers Sam nodded in agreement. Continuing their sweep of the remaining rows of shelves, they made their way toward the desks. Silently, and carefully, they rounded the edge of the desk to check underneath, guns up and ready.

As their eyes fell on the faces of two terrified girls Sam lowered his weapon while Jules kept watch.

"Hey, hey its ok. We're going to get you two out of here. Is there anyone else up here that you know of?"

The girls shook their heads as they eased their way out from their hiding place. "No. I called 911 and then we hid."

"You're sure theres no one else up here?"

The shorter girl shook her head. "This floor is mostly all the law department's books - old cases and things - so it's usually pretty empty. You can find most of this stuff online."

The two officers nodded as they prepared to lead the girls to safety.

"Boss, we found our caller and a friend, send up some Uni's to get them out of here," Jules told Greg as they made their way back to the stairs. "Ed, Raf? How are you guys doing down there?"

Raf looked around cautiously before whispering, "We've found three students and a librarian, they're on their way out. Theres someone else down here though, we heard a door slam a few seconds ago."

"Got it, we're on our way down." Sam nodded to Jules, who followed.


Greg rubbed his head, the exhaustion of the day wearing on him as he finished reading off the last page of the transcript. "1:39pm - subjects secured, taken into custody by Constables Lane and Rousseau. Any issues?"

The team shook their heads 'no'.

Greg gave a nod. "Alright. We've got two hours left in this day, what do you guys say we hit the gym, sweat it out, maybe give team 3 a hand with the restock, anything…" Satisfied with this order the team nodded and began to leave the briefing room. "…something productive, please!" Greg called after them.

The team split up - Spike took Raf to brag about some new parts for babycakes, Greg opted to finish off his report with a little help from Ed, and Sam and Jules went to see if there was anything they could help team 3 with. They had all just barely reached their destinations within HQ when they were alerted to yet another hot call.


Jules covered her mouth with her arm as a yawn took over her body on the walk through the SRU parking lot. Sam gave a sympathetic smile, just before the contagious nature kicked in and he let out a yawn of his own. Their second call of the day had taken them well into OT, and the entire team was ready for a well deserved night's rest.

Jules threw her head back and stretched her arms. "All I want to do is sleep."

"Me too," Sam nodded, rubbing at a cramp in his neck. "Um, I don't have any clean clothes left at your place… and I'm not doing laundry tonight. You want to come to my place?"

Jules sighed. "As nice as that sounds I don't have any clothes there… Did you wanna just sleep at our own places tonight?"

"No," Sam half laughed, "but I don't think either one of us are in much of a mood to be driving all over town tonight. Actually I think it's safer if we don't."

Jules nodded her agreement. "Alright… See you tomorrow?" She gave a small smile.

"Tomorrow it is."