A/N: Hey everyone,

This is my third story. And after the tragedy Becker and Jess went through in the second one, here comes the *fluffy stuff* again. (thanks to ellie199620 for the word ^^)

Enjoy!

*click* *click* It echoed through the hallway as Jess walked to the armoury. She trembled with nervousness.

'Shall I really ask him? There is still time to go back. No, he's my only chance. No one else is free. And what could go wrong, except he says 'No',' went through her head until she reached the room.

She stood in the entrance and looked at Becker's back, who was busied with the follow-up check of the EMDs used during their last mission. Before she could say anything he greeted her.

"Hi Jess." He said still looking at his weapons.

"What?" She answered in surprise. "Why did you know its me?" Slowly she entered the room and came closer to him, but abruptly stood still as he turned around.

"I always know it's you. I would even know it's you with a million people around." The soldier answered nonchalantly.

Jess flushed.

"Your shoe clicking, it's unique." He added, smirked and looked at her for a moment before he turned his attention to the weapon in his hand again.

"Oh. Right." She answered sheepishly.

"How can I help you?"

"Well, actually ... I would like to ask you..." She stammered, starring to the ground, playing with her fingers and shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "Well, I know you have a lot to do... and well, the others aren't free... Abby and Connor are out of town, Matt is busy with his work, Emily isn't allowed to leave the ARC and I didn't know who else I can ask for it, well … not that you're the last person I would ask, … well, obviously you are but ..."

Becker interrupted her: "Jessica, what do you want?" He looked directly into her eyes.

"Well, my granny died three days ago." Becker was about to express his condolences as she added: "No, no. That's OK, she was 85 years old. Pretty old, huh?"

"So you wanna talk about your grandma?"

"Eh? No, no. Well, she lived in a little house outside the town... And my parents have no time... And I promised them.. I don't even know why..."

"Jessica." He interrupted her again, looking amused.

"Sorry." She said in embarrassment. "Well, I promised my parents to strip it of its contents tomorrow. That's the only day we get the van. They want to sell it, because nobody in the family wants it. It's a tiny little house with only a little kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and a living-room. And I can't do it alone. Well, I surely can do it alone but there are a few big furniture in there and I can't heft them. It's far too heavy for me. So I wanted to ask you, whether you would help me. You don't have to, surely you have already something on, after all it's Saturday." She talked in an overwhelming flood of words.

'God, this woman can talk.' The Captain thought, hiding his infatuation for this little bubbly Field Co-Ordinator behind a big grin.

"Jessica. I'd love to help you. When shall I pick you up? At 9 o'Clock?" He eventually replied, looking right into her deep blue eyes.

She immediately started to beam with joy. "Really? 9 o'Clock sounds perfect. See you tomorrow! Bye."

She turned around a little bit too fast, bringing her incredible short skirt to drift a little bit higher, so Becker could get a sneak peek of a few more inches at her long perfect legs. (Not that he would look.)

Jess went back in excitement, jumping for joy like a twelve-year-old.

'Calm down, Jess. It's not a date. He only helps you with grannies house.' She reminded herself as she sat back down on her chair at the ADD.

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The next day, Becker rang the bell at exactly 9 am. The door swung immediately open (not that she was already waiting there) and he saw a wide grinning Jess, wearing a green pleated skirt covering nearly the half of her thighs, a tight yellow shirt and a cardigan in the same colour as the skirt. For short, she looked gorgeous. Becker looked down at her and didn't belief his eyes. No heels or pumps, she just wore a pair of sneakers in matching colour. He didn't even know, she own something like this.

Jess greeted in a friendly "Hi", which he replied in a likewise friendly "Hey."

After a couple of seconds looking at each other, he asked "Shall we?" and gestured her to go first.

They both went to his car and drove away. It didn't take long before they reached the little house.

It was simple but radiated a true comforting atmosphere. On the left near the entrance there was a big green bush full of red blossoms, which Becker identified as a rhododendron. On the right there was a little round flowerbed. The flowers shimmered in a multitude of colours, which reminded him of Jess. Becker also saw the van standing at a distance of 5 yards from the house, halfway on the footpath. Jess opened the door and both went in.

And froze like rabbits in the headlights.

A mass towered above them, which would let the heart of every second-hand goods dealer beat faster. There were big and small cupboards of any kind standing side by side, from floor to ceiling, full of little things Becker would only describe with one word: junk.

It was everywhere, only a small corridor left to walk. Without a word they stepped on the concrete floor and inspected the ground storey. The kitchen was 15 yards² little, homely, and full of every possible kitchen device from around the world. The bedroom was 22 yards² large and thanks to the king size bed not as full as the other rooms. But it also had an oversize wardrobe covering the complete side-wall. Becker knew that he would never be capable to heft it. And it was absolutely impossible for him to allow Jess to help him. (Not that they would be able to heft it together.)

They went back to the corridor and upstairs, passing more and more dust catchers.

"Used to be a collector your granny, huh?"

Jess answered as surprised as him. "Well, I didn't see her for two years, and since her husband died, her best friends were the shopping channel and the weekly flea market."

At the end of the stairs there was a tiny little bath, which was equipped in only a very Spartan fashion compared with the living room. A 35 yards² large chamber which presented itself in all its glory of more junk. There was no trash. Every piece had surely its intrinsic value, but the furniture was chaotically arranged and piled up on each other. In every shelf were more little things, used to be dust catchers.

Saying that Becker was shocked would be the understatement of the century.

"Jessica, you said she had three little rooms. LITTLE! No giant-sized room full of junk. We never clear this in one day. We need weeks for that!"

Jess was visibly disappointed. She didn't expect this either. As Becker went downstairs she was firmly convinced he regretted his agreement and would leave her behind.

But standing at the door, he said to her: "I'll go and make a call. We definitely need help for this, but don't worry we'll get it clear." Then he went out.

Jess was grinning like a Cheshire cat, standing at the upper stairs-end to wait for him. Shortly after, Becker went back to her again. He jumped upstairs and stopped at the second last step to look her in the eyes. Jess swallowed.

"Back-up arrives in 15 minutes. Shall we start to pack a little?" He asked, holding foldaway card-boxes and pieces of newspaper under his arms.

"Yep." She answered with a shy smile, took the newspaper from him and headed to the living room.

Becker folded the card-boxes and handed one over to Jess, who immediately started to wrap the glasses from the cabinet into the newspapers and placing it into the box. Becker took a look around. He didn't know where to start.

"So, your grandma died at 85." He started the small talk.

"Yeah, I know, pretty old. But my parents were in their forties when I came into the world. They haven't had time for kids previously." She explained. "Well, they haven't had the time afterwards as well."

"So you were often home alone?"

"No, not really. I've lived in a boarding school since I was 8. It could be said I grew up there..."

- 'Grew up? Wouldn't call it that way.' He thought and smirked. -

"...and the time I've spent at home, I've worked on my PC." She carried on speaking. "Which was pretty much monotone. So, that's why I've always been excited to speak to someone. It's nice to have somebody to talk and getting answers."

Becker couldn't help grinning at her words. In the meantime he started to pack unbreakable things into his box. Jess was bounded up in packing the glasses as Becker suddenly let out a loud guffaw, making her jump.

"Look at this ugly thing." He laughed, holding a 6 inch high turquoise vase with flowers and butterflies on it.

Jess was appalled, her facial expressions made Becker completely baffled.

"This is a chinese kangxi cloisonne meiping." she replied bewilderedly.

"Eh?" He raised his eyebrow.

"A chinese ceramic vase from the quing dynasty. Very precious."

"It's ugly. Who would ever buy such a thing?" He asked in disbelief.

"It's a heirloom and my mom's favourite."

"It's ugly." He tried to keep his face straight but totally failed and grinned broadly again.

"And has a value of £12,500.00." She smiled confident in her victory about the little debate.

Becker was flabbergasted, mouth and eyes wide open. "You're kidding me."

"Nope." She said, popping the p.

"This thing costs more than I earn?" He looked questionably.

"Much more!" She replied cheekily. "And be careful, if you break it I will hate you for the rest of my life." She warned.

Becker placed the vase back with a little more care than he needed to and stepped several feet aside. He just wanted to say something as they heard a horn hooting.

"Ah, back-up has arrived." He went downstairs.

Jess looked through the window and didn't believe her eyes. There stood four black SUV's and five soldiers got out of each car. All in all 20 soldiers.

'20 soldiers from the ARC? Becker is crazy.' She thought in disbelief and went to the stairs.

Becker greeted his men with an "Attention!" and started to command orders.

"Big and heavy things first, the little ones you pack separately in the boxes. You find newspapers and card-boxes in the van. You five, kitchen." He pointed at the men. "You five, bedroom over there. You three, get the corridor clean we need space to move. The rest upstairs." And with a wide grin, looking to Jess, he concluded by saying: "You better not break one single thing! The one who does will buy us two beer crates and volunteers for clean up the armoury for the next two weeks, every single day! Go to work!"

Everyone went in their rooms. Jess headed for the cabinet and went on packing the glasses, a wide grin across her face, only being stopped by her ears.

Barely an hour later, the van was half loaded and the rooms were recognizable as such. And thankfully the corridor was nearly empty. Jess was, now packing cups, deeply in thoughts. Three of the soldiers were doing the same whilst the others and Becker took the boxes to the van after they stored away the empty cupboards.

Suddenly she heard a loud *THUD* and then *clink* followed by "I'm fine."

And there was only one thought running through her mind.

"The vase!"

Jess jumped over boxes standing in the way and sprinted down the stairs. After passing half of them she stopped and gaped.

"Becker!" She said fully shocked.

The Captain stood up again, in front of him nearly thousand shards of the chinese kangxi. He himself wanted to take it to the transporter to make sure it won't break but he failed to notice the doll, sitting on the second last step, and directly fell over it.

In fully conscious of his guilt he looked at Jess, making the biggest puppy-eyes he could, and said: "Sorry, really."

Her only answer was: "Oh - my - god."

Then she became silent and started to argue in her head.

'He has broken the vase.'

'But he helped me.'

'And he has broken the vase.'

'He's spending his free time to help me.'

'And he has just broken the vase.'

'But it surely wasn't on purpose.'

'My parents will disown me.'

'And Oh my god, his hazel eyes are so beautiful.'

Becker snapped her out of her trance.

"Do you," he paused briefly to take another breath, "hate me now?" He asked innocently and tilted his head a little.

Before she even could have one thought about it she exclaimed 'Yes!' and mentally slapped herself for that.

Becker raised an eyebrow and considered carefully, then he stepped up the stairs until he could directly look into her eyes. He laid his hands on both her cheeks leaned forwards and gave her a gently kiss on the mouth. His lips were warm, soft and covered hers fully. A hot wave went through Jess' body and her heart started to beat a little faster. She felt butterflies dancing in her stomach, giving her the feeling to float.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked with a soft, calm voice.

"Yes." She answered again, full of curiosity about what he would do next.

He stepped a stair up, now looking down to her, his left hand moved to her waist holding her tight, his right hand moved to the back of her head. Becker pulled her firmly towards him and gave her a deep dearly kiss. His tongue stroked her lips, asking for entry. Jess opened her mouth slightly and his tongue slit into her and gently stroke her tongue, making her another hot wave going through her body. Then he slowly moved away from her, his arms released her body, so that she needed a second to find her mind and balance back.

Looking her directly into the eyes he asked again. "Do you still hate me?"

"Are you going to ravish me, if I say 'yes' again?" She countered cheekily.

Becker folded his arms in front of his chest, grinned cheekily and answered: "Yeah. Could be."

"OK, then no."

She didn't mind doing it on-the-spot with him, but the 40 eyes staring at them might be too much. They both just realized that they were surrounded by the whole troop. All gaped with mouth and eyes wide open, except of Pvt. Jenkins, who was grinning devilishly and taking pictures with his mobile the whole time.

"Back to work!" Becker shouted at his men and then turned around to Jess and added with a smile. "You, too!"

Both were about to heading upstairs as LCpl Donalds began to speak: "Captain. At the beginning you said, who ever breaks something has to pay for two beer crates."

"All right, all right. Later you drunkards."

Jenkins added: "What about cleaning the armoury."

"That will be your great honour for taking the pictures! And Jenkins, your mobile is mine!"

A/N: I hope you like the little story.

So, what do you think? Please review :o) *can't wait for it*