Jess walked towards the gym, fed up of the constant chatter that was occurring between Abby and Connor over her comm. Well, it was more like arguing than talking...as usual. Jess put her finger to her comm, determined to shut them up.

"Guys, you know I don't care about you tearing each other to shreds at home but give it a rest. Or, just turn your comms off, not everyone at the ARC wants to hear your squabbling."

Jess had had enough. They should be happy together, happy they've got each other. Jess didn't even have that. All she got was a bar of chocolate every now and again. After convergence, she thought something might spark between her and a certain Captain, but...no. Nothing at all. What more does he want? Her to get flustered every damn time he walks past her or talks to her? She already does that. Unfortunately she has no control over it. Especially when he leans over her chair and puts his hand right by her shoulder, his face so close that all it would take is a turn of her head and she would be kissing him. It still doesn't work though. She'd never be bold enough to do that. Reprimand him: sure. But spontaneously kiss him? Never gonna happen. Thing is, what would it take for him to make a move?

'Maybe I should just give up.' Jess thought as she pulled the gym door open. 'He's clearly not interested'

Once she'd opened the door, Jess was greeted with the sight of 40 sweat ridden men, most of who were on the crash mats, exhausted. In the middle of the room, on a crash mat, was Becker himself. He was battling his second in command. Jess always thought there was something sexy about two men working out. She didn't know how long they had been sparring, but the 2IC went down just seconds after she walked through the door. She smiled as she watched Becker wipe sweat from his brow. He was wearing a sleeveless black vest with black tracksuit bottoms and trainers. The complete opposite to Jess, who was wearing a purple skirt, which came to the middle of her thigh, a lime green top and electric blue wedges which had a heel that would break someone's neck if they weren't used to wearing such heights.

Becker's biceps seemed to pulsate as he ran a hand through his lovely hair. Jess still couldn't get over the fact that she had told him that she liked his 'lovely hair' and that she wanted to 'touch it'. He must of thought she was crazy to be thinking such thoughts about a colleague. She continued to use the excuse of her being delirious from the allergic reaction though.

One thing she had never seen Becker do before is laugh. Yet, here he is with his men laughing his head off. He smiled that gorgeous smile that she had only seen on a few occasions when he thought no one was looking.

She crossed the gym, the crash mats deflating slightly with the indent of her shoe. Becker looked up at the click of her heel as soon as she hit the hard, wood floor of the gym.

"What are you doing here Jess?"

"I came to tell you that there's a team meeting in five minutes. Nobody could get hold of you on comms."

"Team meeting? Who called it?"

"That would be Matt. I have a feeling that he's been hiding something from us again."

Becker picked up a towel from a nearby bench and slung it around his neck, walking towards her slowly.

"You mean like the time you thought Matt was 'acting strange'?"

"Yeah, and I was right about that one wasn't I?"

Becker seemed to falter a bit, but only slightly. His men had returned to working out and were paying the two no attention at all.

"You didn't need to come all the way down here. I can catch up in my own time. You certainly shouldn't be in here in those heels. Scratch the floor they will."

"If you're gonna lecture me on my choice of footwear again, do it whist we're walking to this meeting. Go get changed, now."

Becker came up close to her, so close that her nose was almost touching his sweaty chest. She wrinkled her nose in disgust slightly.

"Are you attempting to give me orders, Miss Parker?"

"No, Captain. I believe I give you orders everyday when you're out in the field."

"It's called navigation. And don't get too cocky."

"Hmm...you know how I said I read everyone's files?"

Becker rolled his eyes at her, amused that she was bringing this up again yet intrigued as to where she would take it.

"Yes, but not the personal bits."

"Oh, of course not, I am a professional. I do find out certain things though that I'm sure your men would be quite happy to know. For example, your first name."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I? Try me."

Becker began walking again, backing her up to the gym wall. He looked down intensely at her and, for a second, she thought he might actually scold her.

But he did the complete opposite.

He kissed her.

It started out hesitant, neither of them really knowing what to make of it. It then grew into something much more passionate. Becker wrapped his arms around her waist, locking them at the small of her back. Jess brought her hands up to his biceps, feeling the slippery smooth skin, evidence that he had been working out for quite a long time. She opened her mouth to him as soon as she felt his tongue touch her lips. Their tongues fought for dominance lazily until Jess gave in. She felt as if she was melting into the wall. The cat calls and yells of 'Go Cap' far in the distance.

After what seemed like an eternity, Becker broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead to Jess' and sighed.

'This is it.' Jess thought. 'This is where he tells me he regrets it.'

Becker lifted his head and looked her straight in the eye.

"I know it may seem a bit forward, but would you like to come to my place tonight? I'd love to cook for you." She never expected that to come from him.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, I've been wanting to do that for a while now. Didn't have the courage before."

"Of course I'll have dinner with you. But..."

"But what?"

"But...first we have to get to this meeting. Otherwise Lester will never let us go home on time tonight."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll go get freshened up and meet you there."

Becker extracted himself from Jess, gave a stern look to his men and walked out of the gym towards the changing rooms. Jess stood against the wall for a minute, making sure her legs would cooperate when she went to move. Finally, she followed Becker's footsteps out of the gym and smiled to herself. She had finally got the man of her dreams!

Faintly, the chatter of the core team could be heard. Having heard everything, they were extremely pleased that their two dear friends had finally gotten their act together. Even Lester, who opened up his bottle of whiskey and toasted the new couple silently in his office.