A/N: Sorry, this chapter is rather short in comparison to the rest. I hope you enjoy (I had a bit of fun writing this chapter in particular).

Chapter 4

"Becker?" Jess' head popped around his open bedroom door. Becker was lying on his bed (on top of his comforter) reading some book he found lying around. He placed his book on his bedside table when he heard his name called.

"Yes."

"Ah, there you are. I've bought you some new clothes." She dragged several shopping bags into the room and dumped them on the foot of his bed, "I'm sure you'd like some clothes of your own instead of having to borrow Matt's and Conner's old stuff."

She was right. He was currently wearing an old pair of Matt's jeans and one of Conner's nerdy shirts that Abby donated. While they were both far better than his security uniform, Matt's jeans didn't fit quite right and Conner's shirt was a little on the small side.

"I had to guess your size but I think this should be right." She tossed him a new pair of jeans. "Abby says I have a gift when it comes to buying clothes for others."

"Great, I'll go try them on." Becker said heading to the bathroom.

"Oh, try this on too." Jess tossed him another t-shirt which he caught as he walked out the door.

After his quick change, he reemerged feeling much comfier in his new clothes. She did have a knack for buying the right clothes. "These are great Jess. How'd you know my size?"

Jess didn't answer as she kept digging around in the several shopping bags. She pulled out several more necessities such as a few more shirts, another pair of jeans as well as a pair of track pants, several packages of generic socks and…

"Umm…" she muttered blushing, "I didn't know if you preferred briefs or boxers so I just bought both…"

"Oh," Becker swallowed, "Thank you for…" he finished his sentence with several hand gestures.

"I'll just leave you to sort all this out." She said placing the boxers she had in her hand very gently on his bed as if they would shatter on impact.

"Thank you again for going out of your way to get me all of this. I wouldn't have burdened you with this if I could, well, leave."

"Anytime." She smiled meeting him in the doorway.

Becker didn't know what possessed him to say it but he leaned towards her so that he was breathing in her ear and whispered, "I prefer boxers."

Jess' face turned scarlet as her eyes widened in shock and just stared at Becker who couldn't help but smile. There was something else in her eyes as well but Becker couldn't determine exactly what it was.

Her gaze was broken when someone upstairs called for Jess.

"I-I-I should get going." She stuttered. She squeezed past him and started up the stairs. About half way up she stopped and turned back to look at Becker again who was still leaning against the door frame. The stared at each other neither uttering a word but both minds whizzing with questions.

"Jess!" It was Abby's voice that called from the bar upstairs.

Jess flushed slightly again and rushed up the remained of the stairs. Becker watched her figure vanished in a flurry behind the bead curtain as she called to Abby.

God. What was is it about his woman? Becker asked himself. First the incident a few days ago when he went to visit her in her cave – which was an accident – and now telling her that he wears boxers! He couldn't tell himself that this was another accident. Did he really like this girl? Well, obviously! But still…

Becker slammed his head, a little to hard, against the door frame. He had it bad. He had it real bad.

A/N: Your opinion, boxers or briefs? I'm curious.