Despite the fact I haven't uploaded anything for 50 days, I still don't own Primeval or anything else for that matter... I know I need to sort out my priorities!

Jess stood outside Becker's front door, a bag full of Chinese in one hand, the other poised ready to knock. She had been stood like that for 10 minutes already, battling with her conscience. Becker had been sent home earlier that day on medical grounds (Sent is putting it nicely, it was more escorted off the grounds by his own men; he was already planning the misery he could cause when he went back). An incursion of raptors and his determination to protect the team meant he ended up with a broken arm and Jess bringing him dinner without him actually knowing it. Man up Jess she scolded herself its only Becker, Becker. The guy she had been hideously in love with for nearly 2 year now. The guy who had stolen her heart without even knowing she felt the way she did. The guy who flirted with her and bought her chocolate despite the fact he hated the stuff... Well the stuff he bought her anyway (she couldn't love a man who didn't like chocolate).

Jess readjusted her bright blue dress, smoothing out an invisible crease. With a deep breath she knocked on the door.

Becker groaned at the sound of the tapping on the wood, the only people who usually called in the week were cold callers and the takeaway delivery guy; the fact he was just reading the takeaway menu meant it certainly wasn't the latter. Becker headed for the door, pausing only to consider whether the backup EMDs he kept round his apartment could be useful - too much paperwork involved he quickly decided.

"What?" Becker huffed as he opened the door, he was really not in the mood to save orange newts or drowning walruses after the day he'd had.

"Jess" he quickly changed his 'hello' to.

"What are you doing here?" He took in her appearance as he asked her. Her long brown hair hung loosely round her face, falling over her shoulders in waves. Whilst at work she wore natural makeup, Becker could only see a small trace of mascara behind her pink rimmed glasses... Wait Jess didn't wear glasses. Or at least he didn't know she did, she look elegant and geeky and sexy - How was that even possible?! Jess squirmed slightly, the movement making Becker realise he had been stood there staring at her.

"I brought Chinese, I figured you probably didn't want to cook" Jess said looking at Becker properly for the first time since he opened the door. He wore a vest and checked shirt not dissimilar to the one he was attempting to put on when she nearly maimed him. His hair was ruffled like he had run his fingers through it instead of his usual strict soldier style. But what Jess noticed most was the glasses he was wearing, she unconsciously touched her glasses. She didn't think it was possible but somehow the captain looked at even more gorgeous and sexy, god she just wanted to kiss him senseless. She felt herself blushing at the thought pull yourself together Jess she scolded herself. Becker smirked at the blush creeping up her cheeks

"I think you better come in then Jessica" Jess just smiled still burning up from her earlier thoughts and followed Becker into his apartment.

"So I didn't know you wore glasses" Jess said as they dug into the Chinese "it's not on your file" "It's not something a military captain tends to boast about, poor eyesight isn't exactly embraced by the military, in fact in normal cases only 20/20 vision is good enough" Jess thought about his comment for a minute before responding "So you are a special case?" Becker raised his eyebrows "... Oh crap! I didn't mean it like that Becker, don't be so immature" Jess cried when she realised what she had said

"Yes, Jessica I am a very special case" Becker responded wiggling his eyebrows, Jess giggled and slapped him on his arm. "Because my job no longer involves shooting in a desert and instead shooting dinosaurs contacts are allowed" yet you still look sexier with glasses Jess thought "I said that out loud didn't I" Jess said when she noticed Becker smirking, burying her head in hands to try and stop the blush.