A/N: New fanfic that popped into my head while watching Season 3 of Primeval. Used to adore Secker so I'm writing a fic about them as there's not a lot of them out there anymore. [Let's pretend Sarah never dies and Jenny still works at the ARC.] Called it 'Flirting At Work.' because lets face it, it does look like Becker constantly flirts with Sarah ;D

"They always shamelessly flirt with each other, it's no change Abby." Jenny laughed, her gaze burning into the back of Sarah's dark head. The two women sat opposite each other, gossiping about Sarah Page's and Captain Becker's constant being around each other.

The blonde occasionally glanced up through her long eyelashes to catch a glance at Becker's smiling dimpled face. "The way he smiles at her though, it's not just flirting Jen."

"It is just flirting." Jenny stated bluntly, without even taking another glance across the room to gawk at her flirting colleges. She stuck to her paper work glued to her desk, now and again taking a bite from her chicken and cheese sandwich Abby had bought her from the cafeteria.

"What are we talking about?" a Bradford accent piped up from beside Abby, the accent belonged to Connor. His chocolate brown eyes looked for answers in Abby's facial expression, all the blonde had to do was nod towards Becker and Sarah.

Connor watched, a fully blown grin on his face the whole time. Sarah had flicked her hair god knows how many times, and her head fell back laughing as if Becker had said the most funniest thing ever. Which was highly unlikely Becker was always the serious and 'No fun.' type, Connor was in shock. Sarah Page was laughing at Captain Becker's 'Jokes.' What was happening? Connor had a soft spot for Sarah, she was beautiful, intelligent and always nice to him with her listening skills. He admitted to himself he may have started to fancy her, but it soon went away when Abby had kissed him on the cheek that day.

"Don't you think they would make the sweetest couple?" asked Abby, swirling around in her chair. The blonde had caught a seriously weird and shocked look off of Jenny, then she had realized what she had done. Did she really just swirl in her chair and talk like a. . .a fangirl?

What was that all about? Thought Connor, pretending to ignore Abby's odd actions. "Do you think we should set them up on a date or something? We could use Lester's money to send them off to a posh thing or - or - we could mess with their minds and trick them into a date without asking them!"

"I like the second idea but how would we manage that, Connor?" Jenny asked quietly, she normally talked to Connor as if he was a child with silly ideas. Not that Connor ever noticed.

"James would never lend us money to send Becker and Sarah off on a date, let's face it. So that idea is out of the window. Although, the second idea isn't so bad. But how on earth are we going to manage tricking a highly trained super solider and a incredibly intelligent woman into a date together?"

"Soldier boy isn't as smart as he thinks he is guys, Sarah on the other hand would be hard to trick." laughed Danny, all three of the others turned to face him and Jenny almost dropped her sandwich from jumping to high in her seat.

The public relations leader glared at him. "Quinn, for goodness sake you have to stop doing that. It isn't funny."

Connor and Abby had to stop themselves from giggling too loud.

"Sorry, Jen." smirked Danny, he grabbed a chair from the desk behind him and sat down, his elbows against the desk.

"Danny's right," Connor agreed, his brown eyes sparkled as he took a glance towards Becker and Sarah.

"Becker isn't as smart as me, but Sar is. Danny, got any plans?"

Danny smirked at the trio. "I've got a plan that neither of them will have the brains to figure out. We need to fish info from them, Connor and Abby I'll leave that to you. I want you to find out what food both soldier boy and Sar like, Abby you'll take Becker out once you find out what food he likes so it's not too suspicious and Connor you do the same with Sarah but take her to the same restaurant as Becker. Me and Jen will tag along."

"No we will not," Jenny interrupted, her eyebrow raising as far as it could go. Sighing, she backed down upon seeing all three glares sent towards her.

"Fine, but we're not acting like a couple. We'll be there just as friends - I mean, colleges."

Abby smiled, brushing a side Jenny's embarrassment. "So we'll be there for a couple of hours, and then leave Becker and Sarah to it?"

"Yea, we'll do that. I'll go talk to Lester about my pay rise." Danny nodded in agreement, checking around for approval. He tapped the table, giving Jenny one last look before he walked away.

Jenny snarled. "Bumlick."

Abby and Connor couldn't help but burst into laughter.

X

Becker had noticed with his lip reading skills his team mates were talking about him and. . . Sarah? He couldn't work it out but he was sure they said his name. He adored Sarah, she was a lovely stunning woman with a secret liking for guns which exited him more than it should have. But, he really wasn't the 'Work relationship.' type. He would be worried constantly that one day he may die from this job and that would leave Sarah devastated if she fell in love with him. What was he thinking about? There was nothing to worry about, Sarah wasn't interested in him. Was she? The emotional retard wouldn't notice flirting if it hit him straight in the face.

He watched over Sarah's shoulder, the rest of the team disappeared into different doors. "What do you think they were talking about?"

"Oh," frowned Sarah, she wondered what the heck he was talking about until she caught Jenny staring at them from the open window from the other side of the room.

"Most likely us, I over heard Connor chatting to Danny about us apparently 'Flirting.' they really need to remember shutting their comms links down before they have a private conversation."

Becker smirked. "They all seem to think I'm a bit on the dull side."

"I'm sure we can change that." Sarah smirked, but as soon as that flirty look appeared on Becker's face again she had to try and keep herself from saying anymore. She was acting like some horny teenager.

"Sarah Page," laughed Becker, pretending to be shocked by her behavior towards him.

Sarah rolled her eyes, playfully swatting his arm as she strutted past. "Don't flatter yourself, Becker. I'm always a flirt at work."