Keep shooting. Just keep shooting.

Becker pulled the trigger continuously, his eyes focusing on the round, red target set against the brick wall. He had never felt so completely out of control before. Or lost, for that matter. His life had been stable, secure since he had joined the army. He needed that discipline in his life, but now suddenly that wasn't enough.

Jess. It was all he had thought about for the entire day. And not just today, either. She could have died... she had been hurt. And he had risked everything, the entire team, to save her. Would he have done the same if it had been Matt, or Connor, or Abby? Somehow, he didn't think so.

She had been so pale, so weak in his arms. And his heart had ricocheted against his chest after he had finally retrieved the adrenaline from the car. That infinite pocket of time when the drug reacted inside her... He couldn't describe the terror which coursed through him. He had been physically shaking at the prospect of losing her. Nothing had ever affected him like that before.

And now he was left feeling numb. Confused, but mostly numb. He didn't want to think, especially not about her.

'Oh God...' He sighed, sliding down onto the hard, concrete floor and resting his head on his knees. He felt sick, dizzy, terrified. He had held her in his arms in the car, kissed her hair, felt her shallow breath against his skin. How could he ever return to normal after something like that?

'Hey.'

He actually stopped breathing. She had been in his thoughts, constantly, but being here, in front of him, was just unbearable.

'Hi...'

She still looked awful, even if she could stand on her own two feet again. He had almost relished being able to carry her everywhere – protect her.

'You ok?'

Becker smiled. 'I was going to ask you the same thing,' he replied. He ignored the slight tremor in his voice and stood up, not daring to make eye contact. He wasn't sure he could trust himself.

Jess stepped inside, feeling almost privileged he was allowing her through the door! The armoury was strictly off limits to almost everyone.

'The doctor said I'm fine now, by the way.'

Becker could have kicked himself. He was so tense that he had completely forgot to ask.

'I'm glad. I'm so glad-'

'Becker, are you sure you're all right? You don't seem yourself,' Jess said, walking towards him warily. She wasn't sure how to approach him, especially considering everything that had happened between them over the past 24 hours. She could hardly believe she was even managing to walk down to see him, though she was sincerely glad she could. She had really missed him while he was off doing 'security stuff'.

Becker looked at her, properly looked at her, for the first time since she had walked in. Her skin was an unnatural shade of white, and her mouth was a pale pink, the colour of rosebuds. Her eyes even seemed to have lost their shine, and he desperately wanted to return it to them. Maybe he could...

'Jess, I need to keep working-'

'Why? I think you need a rest more than anything else,' she said with a caring smile. She was now very close to him, almost so that they were touching. She hadn't realised how small the gap had become, but now she was here, it seemed there was no way of turning back.

She looked up at him, reading the dubious, nervous expression written across his face, and instinctively took his hand. It had been automatic, a gesture so natural that she didn't even need to think about it. But what surprised her more than anything, was not what she had done, but the fact that he reciprocated. She had expected him to jerk his hand from hers, or turn away. But his cool, large palm stayed solid against her soft, warm skin.

'I don't know what I would have done if we hadn't got your adrenaline,' he whispered, his head bowed slightly so that his dark hair flopped forward across his forehead. He looked even more gorgeous when he was bashful.

Jess reached up to push his fringe away from dark, soulful eyes, and found her fingers brushing against his cheek and along his jaw bone. He shivered beneath her caress, loving the feel of her touch seeping into his very core.

'I'm sure you would have thought of something,' she reassured him, feeling breathless and giddy as he gazed openly at her. This was the most intimate moment she had ever shared with him, or anyone for that matter.

He shook his head, unconvinced. 'You put too much faith in me.'

'Maybe that's because I know you, Becker. I know you would have done anything to make sure another colleague didn't... suffer.' Her mind ran over all the pictures of her former colleagues, bold letters reading DECEASED beneath. She knew how deep it had cut him when he had lost his friends, and that he blamed himself, but she also knew that he had done everything he could to save them. It wasn't his fault, no matter what he thought.

Becker, unable to carry on like this, suddenly pulling her closer and bending so that they were the same height. 'Don't you ever think that you are the same as them!'

Jess, unsure what he was meaning, and aware of how angry he had become, stepped backwards. She had never seen him like this before, and it almost scared her.

'I should go...'

'Wait, Jess, I don't understand-'

But before he had time to finish, she had ran out of the room, that glint having returned to her eyes in the form of tears.

Basically, I felt I had to a Jess/Becker fanfic because of Episode 4! If you like it or want to read more, please review and I will carry on. Thanks :)