A/N: Another Jecker. I love them. :D Hope you all enjoy it.
Haunted
"What do you want, Jess?" Becker demanded harshly, his eyes cold and flashing in the pouring rain.
"You!" She retorted, throwing her hands into the air and flinging water off them and into his already soaked hair. "It was a mistake."
"Oh, so you fell onto Jones' lips did you?" Becker had been speechless when he saw his deputy and Jessica Parker lip-locked in the armoury. He stormed out, slamming the door for good measure and walked out into the rain without properly thinking.
"No! That's not what I meant."
"You know, there's a fragile line between mistakes and lies, Jess."
"I never meant to kiss him. I was drunk and frustrated that you wouldn't ask me out! The entire time I was wishing he was you!"
"So it's my fault?"
"No."
"You know, Jess, I thought I had you figured out. I guess I was wrong. Why don't you go and finish what you started?" And with that, Becker turned and walked dejectedly away in the rain, not even bothering to shield his head with his jacket.
Jessica Parker had never thought she would see him break.
"Don't leave me like this!" She pleaded, her auburn hair plastered to her face, as she shivered from the sodden cardigan clinging to her arms. To herself she whispered, "You're not gone. You can't be gone."
But Hilary Becker didn't turn around, he carried on walking as though he had never heard her, leaving Jess to watch his retreating figure walking away from any chance of a relationship they might ever have.
With a sob, Jess fell to the floor, no longer caring that the ground was covered in dirt and the stones were sure to dig into her legs and put ladders in her tights. Her hot tears mingled with the freezing rain that was smacking her in the face as though someone was repeatedly punching her.
Becker froze, hearing her crying into the night, turned slowly on the spot and was almost broken hearted by what he had reduced the bubbly field co-ordinator to. She was a mess. There was no other word for it. Her suede heels she wore were steadily being ruined by the rain and darkened to a blood red rather than orange, whilst her skirt had bits of dirt stuck to it. It was an image he would forever be haunted by. She didn't hear him coming towards her, nor did she say anything as he fell on the ground beside her and pulled her into a wet hug.
"Jess, I'm sorry!" He declared loudly as she continued to ignore him. He realised he would do anything to take away her pain.
"It's not your fault," she said through blubbering sobs.
"Yes it is. I was the prat who didn't ask you out, meaning someone else did!"
"You're not a prat, Becker," Jess replied, finally smiling and looking up into his now warm eyes.
"I was today," he assured her. "There isn't a fragile line between mistakes and lies, Jess. There's a fragile line between our friendship and a relationship."
"Well," Jess whispered, "we'd better get rid of that line before it causes any more problems."
Knowing exactly what she was talking about, Becker captured her lips with his own, while she tilted her head upwards, deepening the kiss.
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