A/N: Thanks to fredbassett for betaing it.

"So, are we going to talk about this?"

Sarah looked up from the test results she was reading to see Becker standing in the laboratory doorway. She scowled at him. "There's nothing to talk about. Go away."

He stepped into the lab. "You bit me!" he exclaimed.

"You picked me up and carried me in front of everyone!" she retorted.

"In my defence, it's my job to keep you alive – I told you not to go that way because it was dangerous three times and you still did it."

"So your solution was to pick me up and carry me? Do you know how humiliating that was? And then on top of that you dropped me."

Becker held up a hand to stop her talking. "That was an accident – I wasn't expecting you to bite me!"

"I wasn't expecting you to pick me up."

They glared at each other, neither backing down for several seconds.

Becker sighed. "Look this isn't getting us anywhere, so let's call a truce okay."

"Fine."

"I'm sorry I picked you up."

"I'm sorry I bit you - let's just act like it never happened."

"Deal," Becker turned and opened the door, then turned back again, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Sarah raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Was there something else?"

"How much do you weigh?"

"Excuse me?" she said, incredulously.

"It's just ever since the incident that shan't be named, my back's been hurting me," a smile tugged at his lips.

"I weigh the right amount for my height thank you very much – maybe you're exceptionally weak!"

It was Becker's turn to look surprised. "What?"

Sarah smiled smugly at him. "You heard. You really shouldn't push your luck with me," she narrowed her eyes at him playfully, "soldier boy!"

Abby, who had been walking past the lab, heard the end of the conversation. "Careful, Becker, she bites!"