Hi thar! Hope you found the last chapter amusing! I like a small essence of comedy-or a big essence-in my writing. I just hope that it's actually funny. I'm listening to a Korean dance song while writing this, so I'm pretty hyper! Anyway, chapter 3, enjoy! BTW, this chapter is specially named for all Killjoys out there!

Tori lay on the navy blue cotton sofa in the staff room, waiting for something interesting to happen. It had been two hours since, the incident involving Connor, a phone, a pencil pot and a lot of shattered glass had happened. She knew that if she could wait another hour, then Becker would be here for his lunch break, but she couldn't hold on. She was in half a mind to run down to the armoury, in the hope that he would be there, but before she could go her prayers were answered.

In the form of an anomaly alert.

Tori grabbed her ear piece and her coat and headed towards the ADD to meet up with the rest of the team.

"The anomaly's in a park, north by half-a-mile. No sign of an incursion yet. You better get down there."

At the anomaly site

Tori stood still in front of the anomaly for a solid minute. It was so quiet, only the faint glittering sound of the anomaly could be heard. Connor was preparing the kit to lock the anomaly, but still the atmosphere remained undisturbed…

"Something's not right," she told Becker, as she reached for his hand. He squeezed her hand tightly before replying.

"I know what you mean. It seems too easy." He agreed with her.

"What the hell does Connor think he's playing at?" Becker stared at her with an eyebrow raised. "He hasn't got the damn thing locked yet!"

"And just 'cause you're nearly an adult doesn't mean you can swear willy-nilly!"

"Hey, you're not my father!" She protested.

"Thank God for that!"

"Why's that then? Is it 'cause if you were, you'd be six feet under?"

She took Becker's comment the wrong way. She was aware that all eyes were on her. She stalked off to the silver jeep, clutching her forehead as she walked. Becker followed her and placed a muscular hand on her shoulder. He leant his head down to her height. She looked at him with guilt-ridden eyes.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"It's ok. Just forget about it." He pulled her into a hug and rested his head on top of her's, and began stroking her hair.

"Ow!" She muttered. She broke the hug and leant on the side of the truck, with her head in her hands.

"Are you ok?" His voice was filled with concern.

"Just a headache, nothing really." She smiled at him weakly.

Becker leaned across her to the window of the truck and pulled a packet of paracetamol from the glove box. He then leant across to reach the bottle of water on the back seat.

"Here. Take a couple of these." He handed her the bottle and the packet of pills. She downed the first large white pill in one, but she choked on the second one. She spat out the water and began coughing violently. Becker patted her back softly, afraid of hitting her too hard.

Abby came up behind them, and smacked Tori hard between the shoulder blades. The small, white capsule was sent flying into the distance. After a frantic thirty seconds of gasping for air, Tori began a fit of laughter that sent Becker and Abby into a laughing fit as well.

"That could have killed you!" Becker exclaimed between chuckles.

"Well, it didn't. So everything's ok!"

"What's going on over there?" The familiar, Irish husk of Matt called out. The trio immediately stopped laughing and returned to the rest of the group.

"Tori, we're going to need your help on this one." Matt told her.

Becker stepped in front of her.

"Why?" He demanded. "She's not going near it 'till it's locked!"

"That's the problem." Matt explained. "Connor can't get it to lock…"