Title: Transfer 3: Rio, Chapter One
Author: Pinkcat4569
Rating: Teen, for adult language, mild situations, mild violence
Description: Poor Becker and Jess, they can't catch a break to figure out what they feel for each other. Now it's Jess who is temporarily transferred to Rio. With Rio's decadent reputation, Becker is worried that Jess will forget about him. B/J pre-relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the Characters. This is only for fun. I've never been to Rio (or anywhere) so keep that in mind if something isn't described right. I don't speak Portuguese either. Feel free to correct me. No offense is intended in anyway.
1480 words, this chapter. Total words, about 12,000 in ten chapters
Transfer 3: Rio, Chapter One
Finally back in London, Becker paced around Ops. He muttered under his breath. Cherry, Jess' temporary replacement, shot him amused looks. "It's coming, Captain," she said. "I know Jess was having all kinds of problem getting a connection though."
"No kidding," he mumbled. "I've been here for two days and not one word from her."
"She is working, Captain," said Lester, strolling though Ops to his office. "You might try it."
Becker glared at him. "I still say that you should send me there."
Lester scoffed. "Why on earth would I do that, Captain? The Brazil ARC has a well-equipped security force at their disposal. It is communications that they need help with and Jess is the expert, not you."
"She needs protection. Rio has a high crime rate: drugs, muggings, pickpockets, and worse," Becker said with a shudder.
"That may be true," Lester said, "but I have the director's assurance that she will not leave the safety of the ARC without escort. Besides she'll probably be trapped inside with mountains of communication issues."
"Oh good, trapped with well-tanned Portuguese co-workers," mumbled Becker, "who's off-duty time probably consists of sex, drugs, and samba. Nice."
Lester rolled his eyes at Becker. "Find something to do, Captain. Go shoot something."
Becker sighed as Lester walked away.
Cherry smiled sympathetically at him. "She'll be back soon."
Becker nodded.
Cherry smirked. "You know, this is pretty much how Jess acted while you were gone."
"Seriously?"
She smiled and nodded.
Then Becker blushed. "It's just…weird without her, that's all."
"I know, but…" Cherry was interrupted by a beep. She smiled broadly. "We are getting a communication link from Rio de Janeiro."
Becker smiled widely and moved a chair over beside Cherry. He was actually sweating and his stomach was turning somersaults.
Finally, the monitor filled with an image. Jess.
He could barely see her though. She was in a dimly lit room except for flashing neon strobe lights. A crowd of people, some very skimpily dressed, packed in behind her. It appeared that wherever she was there was dancing.
Becker suspected that she was not at the Brazil ARC.
Besides the neon lights and dancing, there was very loud music playing. He saw Jess' lips moving, but he couldn't hear her over the noise.
"Jess?" he yelled.
"Hello?" she yelled back.
"Jess! Can you hear me?"
"Come in, Becker?"
They continued yelling, trying to get through. Then some people bumped into Jess. She giggled. "Stop it, you guys!"
Becker frowned. Wasn't she alone?
He made out a few uniformed men and women plus one other man. If he worked for the ARC, he was not dressed like any technician or scientist Becker had ever seen. The man wore tight, clinging black jeans and a gaudy, low-cut red and orange shirt that was even tighter than the jeans.
He shook his body to the music, way too close to Jess for Becker's liking.
"Hello? Are you picking me up?" she asked, yelling.
The bawdy man put his arm around her and leaned in disturbingly close to her face. "I am trying meu amor but you are not cooperating, sim?
She giggled. "Not you! I'm trying to talk to my colleagues back home, Pedro. Now sh, por favor."
"Very well, but you must promise that when you are done, you will dance a samba with me, meu amor," he said, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her to him.
Becker's eyes popped open. "Jess? Are you…alright?"
"Hold on, Becker," she said, staggering a bit as she pushed away from Pedro's grip
"Dance with me."
"I can't now."
"But you want to, sim?"
"SIm?" asked Jess. "Who is Sim? I'm Jess."
Pedro laughed. "No, meu amor. Sim is yes."
"Oh," she giggled.
"Now…dance?"
"I don't know, Pedro."
Becker asked, yelling, "You don't know?"
Pedro took her hand and kissed it, moving up her arm. Becker nearly fell out of the chair.
Jess giggled as Pedro continued toward her shoulder. "I'm not sure about doing it in public, Pedro."
"Doing what in public?" shouted Becker, standing up.
Cherry eyed the Captain, gently putting a hand on his arm. Self-consciously, he looked around at Ops, but no one looked at him, to their benefit. Becker sat back down.
"What?" she cried, facing the laptop. "We're talking about the samba, Becker!"
"No. We do not talk, we dance," said Pedro, wriggling and shaking in front of her.
"Jess!"
"Just a minute, Becker! Goodness, I'm busy!"
Becker felt slapped. "Busy?"
"Oh, meu amor. In my arms, you shall dance like we do at Carnival." He took Jess by the hand and spun her into his chest.
Becker nearly tore the arm off his chair.
"You like?"
She didn't answer, just giggled. "I'm supposed to be working, well, at least updating them."
"Oh, you remember us, huh?" sneered Becker.
"Becker! Relax!" cried Jess.
"The man on the laptop, he is uptight, sim, yes?"
She doubled over, giggling hard. "Is Becker uptight?" she asked, laughing hysterically. "Sim!"
Becker balled his fist as his face flashed with anger.
Cherry decided to intervene, "Hey, Jess!" she cried. "We're kind of on a shaky link here."
"Hey, Cherry, is Becker uptight?"
"Jessica…"
"Ooh, full name!" Jess cried, giggling.
"Here in Rio we know how to be loose," he said. "It is fun here."
"Sim!" yelled Jess, trying to dance, but falling over and slamming into Pedro. He caught her in his arms.
Becker was seething. ""I think you could do with a bit of tightening, Jess," he said through clinched teeth. Then, as she continued to giggle in Pedro's arms, Becker got more uptight. "Are you actually drunk?" he asked, his voice rising.
"Ooh, man in laptop does not like drinking," said Pedro, sneering at Becker. "Here, meu amor. This is very good, very fun drink." He took a bottle and poured some.
She sipped it. Becker couldn't believe it. "You're on duty, Jess!"
Jess looked at the laptop and frowned. "Redax, it's a tiny swaddow," she said, splashing it. She giggled.
"I don't believe this," muttered Becker.
"Jess, honey…" began Cherry, eyeing the Captain, "maybe you should…have a cup of coffee?"
"No, no coffee. Coffee is boring," said Pedro, pouring her more from his bottle. "Enjoy, meu amor! You are not in boring Britain now." He smiled and laughed.
Jess barely grabbed the glass, as she swayed. She didn't drink anymore though. "Pedro, I think that's (hiccup) enough."
"It's past being enough," mumbled Becker.
"See what you've done!" cried Pedro. "Boring Britain, go away. Go away Laptop Man," he said and he started to close the lid to the laptop.
"No!" cried Jess, stopping him. "Pedro! I have to give them a (hiccup) progress report," she cried, laughing. "I tried to before, but the commini….commeni…the line was busy."
Becker shook his head in disgust.
"Must you, meu amor?"
"Yes, it's part of the job," she said, trying to steady herself.
"Yeah, and you look real professional now, Jess."
Cherry's mouth popped open at Becker's jibe and she shook her head.
Jess stared. "Excuse me?"
"I thought Lester sent you there to fix communications."
"That's what I'm doing Becker!" she cried, but then she hiccupped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were drinking!"
"So what if I am?" she cried, swaying a bit.
"Just how much have you had to drink, anyway?"
"You're not my mother, Becker! And if you must know, I'm not on duty right this instant!"
"That's good, because right now, you're an embarrassment to the ARC!"
Cherry gasped, and hid her face in her hands. "Oh, jeez…"
"How dare you! Just because you live like a monk, doesn't mean the rest of us have to! I am Rio for crying out loud!"
Becker raised his eyebrow. "You're Rio, Jess?"
"I mean, I'm in Rio! Shut up, Becker!"
"Rio!" yelled Pedro, leading a round of cheers for his homeland. Jess joined in, giggling, cheering, and with a direct look to Becker, sipping.
"You're not there to party, Jess!"
"Party? I'm not…get a life, Becker!" she yelled, and then, to spite him, she took a big swig from the bottle Pedro was holding.
Pedro smiled, took the bottle back, and chugged. Jess wiped her mouth and swayed. She grabbed onto Pedro to steady herself.
Becker growled.
Jess glanced at Becker. She saw that he was angry and suddenly she was hit by a wave of spite. Instead of moving away, she leaned on Pedro.
Apparently Pedro liked her actions because he yelled something in Portuguese, laughing triumphantly. He then put his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to him.
Becker stood up, but before he moved out of Jess' sight, she smiled wickedly and put her head on Pedro's chest.
Cherry moaned.
Becker glared at Jess, and then marched furiously out of Ops.
End of Chapter One