Authors Note: I haven't seen any new Matt/Becker stories, so I have decided to write one. Set sometime in the middle of season 5. Thank you so much for reading.
Introduction
-Matt's Point Of View-
I put slight pressure with my fingers on the side of my jaw, it hurt like hell and I could taste the coppery tinge of blood in my mouth. I was lying on my side on the floor, lifting myself up slowly in case anything else I couldn't feel right away was damaged.
Finally I glanced up at my assailant. Becker stood rigid right in front of me, in his typical black security outfit that was looking all the more menacing right now.
He was staring directly at me with his eyes narrowed; arms down at his side with his hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles where turning bone white. The look he was giving me made me feel like he would personally ask for the honor of drilling the final nail into my coffin.
"I trusted you Matthew – bloody hell is that even your real name?" Becker accused with an undercurrent of hurt in his tone.
"Becker I didn't lie about my name, please, I had no choice..." I defended meekly adverting my gaze to look at the fascinating linoleum floor.
"You should have told me sooner, I should have been the first one you told." Becker seethed.
I looked back up at him; his hazel brown eyes were stormy with emotion. "Becker you're just going to have to trust me on this." I pleaded.
The storm behind Becker's eyes darkened even more. "Trust you, you want me to trust you!" He raged, I watched as he closed his eyes and took a calming breath, this time when he opened his eyes he adverted his gaze.
"God damn you Matt…" He muttered under his breath as he turned and left the room. I laid there unmoving – just staring at the empty place where Becker had stood.