Hey guys, I know. I've been kinda MIA lately, I'll try my best to get stuff up and all that. This is a litte something that wouldn't leave me alone. Enjoy!
Glosoli
"Don't go in there" Connor warned Becker as he headed towards the ADD.
"Why not?" asked Becker curiously, his hand automatically tightening on his EMD.
"Jess's in a bad mood, a very bad mood" said Abby, pushing Connor out of her way in her haste to get out of the main Ops. Becker frowned and pushed on into the room, despite his team mates warnings.
"What's up Jess?" he asked the field co-ordinator.
Jess spun around and glared at him.
"What?" she snapped, an unimpressed pout gracing her features.
"What's wrong?" asked Becker, leaning against the ADD.
"Lent" she said simply, banging a code into the computer.
Becker tried not to smile "What have you given up?"
"Chocolate"
Becker's mouth fell open and he started chuckling. Jess frowned up at him and said "It's very serious you know... what have you given up?"
"Nothing" said Becker "And that wont last two days"
Jess glared, "Two days? Easy!" she said confidently, but her face betrayed her.
"Wanna bet?" asked Becker, ginning mischievously.
Jess considered this... she smirked and said "Ok, here's the deal: We both have to give up something we love and whoever cracks first looses"
Becker returned the smirk "Deal" he said, shaking her little hand in his big, warm one. She smiled at him and said "So what are you giving up?"
Becker's face fell... what did he love? The colour black? Jess's short skirts? No way in hell was he giving looking at them up! Maybe...
"Guns?" asked Jess.
"Beg pardon?" asked Becker.
"Give up even touching a gun... no gun's, only EMD's"
"What?" protested Becker, aghast "No! Jess! What am I suppose use in the firing range?"
"EMD's" said Jess, spinning around happily in her chair.
Becker pouted "No! They don't even...! But...! You-I can't!"
"Oh Becker" teased Jess "you're a soldier; show some self control"
Becker glared, but Jess didn't miss the tiny twinkle in his eyes.
"You're on Jessica" he growled "But be assured; I am going to win! Even if I have to..." he grinned suddenly and pulled out a bar of chocolate from his pocket.
"I guess you won't want this then?" he teased, pulling the wrapper off and wafting the smell of the chocolate towards her. "Mmmmm!"
Jess whined "Becker! That's mean!"
Becker waved the bar at her some more before biting into it slowly and celebrity, licking his lips.
Jess's mouth went dry; oh, how she envied the chocolate... no, now was not the time to be thinking of that! Now was the time to plane revenge! Revenge!
With that, she pushed passed a laughing Becker and stalked out of the room. A kind of crazed, determined look in her eyes. Becker swallowed the rest of the bar and followed her out, already planning the next stage of her torture.
Becker stalked into the armoury, looking around suspiciously for any sign of a certain brunette. He then smirked and reached towards the cabinet that held his favourite gun: the AK57. He grinned at the thought of such a perfect gun and pulled open the doors.
"How pathetic"
Becker swung around, his eyes falling on Jess with his gun over her shoulder as she leaned against the wall.
Becker stared for longer than was "normal" before snapping his mouth shut and crossing his arms.
"You didn't last an hour" she said, swinging the gun into her hands.
Becker arched and eyebrow "I was just checking if she was still there... you never know... I have to look after her"
"Who?"
"Skip" said Becker without thinking.
Jess stared before bursting out laughing, she clung to the gun to support herself . Becker blushed as he realised what he had said and the fact that his gun was pressed into Jess's chest.
Jess straightened up and gasped "Seriously? You named your gun? What is it? Skip the wonder gun?"
Becker grumbled and then said "Whatever... coming to lunch?"
Jess giggled and ran her hands over the barrel of the gun thoughtfully. Becker was still battling down his blush, looking down at his black boots.
"Ok" she said cheerfully "Let's go!" she gently places "Skip" back in her cabinet and tottered out of the room.
They sat down together in the corner of the canteen. Becker arched his eyebrows at the sight of Jess who was trying not to look at him as he gulped down a hot chocolate, toast with nutella and a bar of chocolate. He smirked as her fingers started to twitch away from her salad towards the remains of his lunch.
"Having trouble?" he said, too sweetly.
Jess glared at him and said "No, not at all!" cheerfully "Yummy salad! Isn't this what you usually have? Hmmm... you'd better watch it; you might get fat with all that chocolate eating"
Becker started, he hadn't thought of that. He self-consciously placed a hand on his ripped tummy and frowned. Jess giggled and stood up from her seat, just as Abby came over.
"What's wrong with Becker?" she asked curiously.
"He's worried he's getting fat" explained Jess, observing Becker in the same thoughtful manner as Abby.
"Oh" said Abby "yeah, you might want to watch it; chocolate's rather fattening"
Becker looked terrified and stood up immediately. Evidently off to the gym to save his poor belly from getting tubby.
Abby and Jess both watched him go, snickering.
"So why's he eating so much chocolate?" Abby asked.
"We've got a bet on" explained Jess, walking with Abby back to the ADD "We've both had to give up something we love and whoever cracks first looses!"
"Would you not have given each other up?" mumbled Abby to her shoes.
"What?"
"Nothing, I'll see you later, yeah?"
"See ya!" said Jess happily then she turned to the ADD where a large box of chocolates was sitting. Sighing, she picked up the little note that came with it, it read: ''Dear Jess, I saw this and thought of you. I hope you enjoy... no, wait! You can't! From, Becker.''
Jess huffed and shoved the box into a drawer but then grinned at the thought of what Becker would be finding any minuet...
Becker had jogged to the armoury, pulled off his bullet proof vest and stretched before glancing behind him and pulling open "_'s" cabinet. He was just about to take her out when he noticed the bright pink sticky note attached to her, it read: ''Hands off Hilary! From, Jess.''
He fought back a smile and put the note into his pocket and shut the cabinet. He then turned and picked up and EMD and walked into the firing range and began shooting casually at a target. The target merely got scorch marks where he shot at it, no holes...This would mean war...!
There'll be more, I promise :D This actually came to me watching re-runs of Drake and Josh :P XD