A/N: Sorry it took so long to update; things happened that I hadn't anticipated, like space on the laptop running out and losing the notepad I'd written this in. Thankfully, I got a notebook today, so this is my Christmas present to you all. If you'd like to review as a little Christmas present to me, it'd be much appreciated. :D Merry Christmas everybody!


27 Things I Love About You (Jess' Version)


Jess was early. She wasn't in the locker room when he arrived, and for that, he was grateful, but her car was out in the near-deserted car park.

It was curious. Jess was a stickler for routines, just like him.

But he wasn't going to think about her today.


He tried to hurry through the Main Ops Room without Jess noticing him.

But, as Murphy proclaimed, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

He tripped over a chair as he passed, creating a rather loud thud from the collision, but his hands reflexively allowed him to catch himself, with his chin mere centimetres from the floor.

"Becker!" Jess called, surprised. She hurried over as he picked himself up off of the floor.

"Are you okay?" Concern was etched over her dainty features.

"Yeah." He replied, not meeting her eyes. He mentally cursed as he felt heat flood through his cheeks.

"Listen, I've got to, um-" He trailed off, desperately searching for a plausible excuse.

"Security stuff?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice and a knowing smile on her face.

"Yeah." He nodded. And with that, Captain Hilary Becker, formerly SAS and now Head of Security at the ARC, who spent his life chasing dinosaurs, hurried out of Ops, his cheeks as red as a ripe tomato, embarrassed.

Jess grinned to herself as she sat back at the ADD.

"Morning Lester!" She called without even turning around.


He shut the door to his office and leant up against it, letting out a sound that was meant to be a sigh, a groan and a laugh all at the same time.

This was pathetic.

He was pathetic.

Shaking his head at himself, he sat down at his desk to address his tasks for the day.

And saw a curious piece of paper there.

Seeing Jess' slender, flowing handwriting upon it, he picked it up and began to read.

Dear Becker, it read,

That thing yesterday is the sweetest thing that I think- no, that I know anyone's ever said. Except you wrote it. Anyway. I know you wouldn't listen if I told you, but it really did flatter me; and it was really very touching. So I decided to do the same in kind.

-Jess

Picking up the piece of paper that had lain underneath the note, Becker, with some apprehension, began to read.


27 Things I Love About You

1. You're hot. There's no way of getting around it, or phrasing it differently. Those tight fitting black uniforms and the leathers you wear on your motorbike…

2. The way you smirk. It's so damn infuriating sometimes, and yet, it's always sexy.

3. When you worry about me. It's quite cute, really.

4. When you smile. It's so contagious that I have to smile too. And the dimples you get make you look so much younger.

5. The way you say my name. I've kind of given up telling you to stop, because I love hearing you say it.

6. When you let me in. You tell me so many things that I'm sure you've not told anybody else at the ARC, and it makes me feel so special.

7. You talk in your sleep. It's funny and adorable, and I don't think I've ever heard more random words come out of anyone's mouth, and that includes Connor's.

8. You bring me chocolate. Somehow, you always know when I'm stressed, or depressed or upset, and you bring me some. It's so sweet.

9. Your hugs. They're warm and comforting, and I could stay in your arms forever. It feels like I belong there.

10. The way you think that I don't know when you kiss my hair after I've been in danger.

11. When you bring me tea in the mornings, every morning. And it's always perfect.

12. When you cheer me up about something, you say the sweetest things.
You're the sweetest man alive.

13. You're a very chivalrous gentleman. Whether it's holding a door open for me, or walking me to my car, you're (mostly) perfectly behaved. I didn't think that those types of people existed anymore.

14. I'd forgotten my medicine, I was in a lot of pain, and, to top it all off, I hadn't seen you all day. And then, you turn up with exactly the right brand of medicine, and a huge bar of chocolate. I was embarrassed that you knew what was wrong, but it was sweet nonetheless.

15. Your voice. It's low, smooth, soothing, and oh-so sexy. I could close my eyes and listen to it all day long.

16. The time that a baby came through an anomaly. When you held her, it just looked right.
I've never felt more broody in my life.

17. Your face may give nothing away, but if someone looks close enough, and they know what they're looking for, they can read you like a book.
And I can.

18. Your eyes. They're amazing. They're so intense and emotional and passionate, and I sometimes feel like you're seeing into my very soul.

19. Most people think that you'd like action films, and you do.
But they don't know about the huge stack of Rom Coms and Disney films at your flat.

20. Your name; Hilary. It's so not you that it's too not you to be anything else. Not that that makes any sense.
I just wish you'd let me call you by it.

21. Your laugh. I was so surprised the first time that I heard it, but it's one of my favourite sounds in the world, besides the hum of a computer and your voice.

22. Your hair. It's lovely and soft and wonderful.

23. When you comment on what I'm wearing. Whether it's positive or negative, it means you've noticed, which is always a good thing.

24. The way you blush. If you're angry, the tips of your ears and the back of your neck turn red. But I like it when you're embarrassed, because your cheeks turn a brilliant red, and a 'congratulations' is in order.

25. You remember every tiny little detail about me that I've ever told you. Like the time that I told you that I believe in zodiac signs, birthstones and horoscopes, that dolphins are my favourite animals, and that I prefer silver jewellery to gold, and you got me a silver necklace with an aquamarine dolphin hanging from it for my birthday.

26. The fact that you think I don't know that you spend at least an hour of your workday just watching me.

27. How completely oblivious you are to not see what everybody else sees.
That for the whole time I've known you, there's only ever been one man on my mind.
And, in case you need me to spell it out any further, which you probably do, it's you.
I love you, Hilary James Becker.


Becker let the paper flutter back to his desk and blinked at it once.

And then again.

And again.

Finally, when the penny had dropped, he was up and out of the door faster than he'd ever moved in his life.


Jess sipped at her tea as she walked back to the ADD. She'd suspected that Becker would be more than a bit pre-occupied with her little surprise, and so had decided to fetch it for herself that morning.

Just as she reached the ADD, the tea was taken from her hands, and blue eyes met an intense brown.

Jess saw, briefly, that familiar, yet unknown, look in his eyes that made her stomach flip, before they were gone and his lips were pressed against hers.

Becker felt Jess freeze, startled, but she soon responded enthusiastically, winding her arms around his neck. He felt her eyelashes brush his cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, eliminating any unnecessary (which is to say, all possible) space between them. The kiss grew passionate very quickly; Jess' fingers wound through his hair and her lips opened under his willingly. He smiled slightly before deepening the kiss and pushing her gently up against the glass of her desk.

He didn't know how long he'd been kissing her for, but he did know that he'd pass out if he didn't get oxygen soon.

Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from hers and rested his forehead against hers lightly.

"I-I love you too." He told her with a giddy grin. She beamed back, as he continued,

"And, in a spare moment, you're all I think about. Which is what started all this, really." Jess turned a brilliant shade of red as she leaned in to press his lips back to hers, when-

"Look, if you're going to start again, could you please go somewhere else?" The irritated voice of Lester floated down, "As relieved as I am that we don't have to be stuck in all the sexual tension between you two anymore, I don't want to see you having out with it. It's bad enough seeing you mentally undress each other, but I will not have you physically undressing each other in this facility. To coin a common phrase, get a room. And whilst getting a room, get some sleep, Miss Parker. I will not tolerate sleeping on the job." And with that, the short, sarcastic bureaucrat retreated back into his office.

"Did he just…give us the day off?" Jess questioned, giggling disbelievingly. Becker gave her an amused smirk.

"I think he did. What did he mean, 'get some sleep'?"

"Umm…" Jess turned slightly pink, "I…might not've been home last night?" She shrugged innocently. Becker chuckled and drew her close again, his smirk getting wider as he felt her shiver in his arms. He placed his lips just above the shell of her ear, and whispered,

"Well, I suggest we follow Lester's orders. He is the boss, after all." He heard Jess' breathing hitch and saw the side of her neck turn a violent shade of red.

"Uh…" She swallowed, before managing to squeak out, "Yeah, okay." Becker chuckled quietly, before pulling her out of their embrace, though keeping one arm wrapped around her, and pulled her out of the Ops Room.

"Morning, Matt!" Becker called cheerfully as they walked past him.

"What?" He questioned, his eyes following them out.

"Get back here! I didn't mean it literally!" Lester yelled after them. But it appeared that they either hadn't heard, or, the more likely, they took no notice.

"You're fired! Both of you!" Lester called.

"If you say so!" Jess' sing-song voice sounded distant. Lester merely rolled his eyes as he returned to his office, sighing and muttering about rude employees and their attitudes.

Dumbfounded, Matt stood in the now deserted Ops Room.

"What?"