Authors Note: Thank you for reading as well as the reviews, sorry about the cliffhanger. Season 4 spoilers.

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[The ARC Recreation Room]

-Becker's Point Of View-

Brooke had pulled back from me giving me a small smile. I noticed then that Brooke's top had fallen off, and being raised a gentleman I turned around to give her privacy. After a moment she tapped me on the shoulder, she had her top back on and gave me a provocative smile.

"Do you want to race?" I asked pointing to the lap lanes. She looked at them, then turning back to me smiled and nodded. We were making our way over there when a loud boom caused the entire room to vibrate with the shockwaves. I looked up seeing the windows above and beside us, instinctively I grabbed Brooke shielding her with my body and the windows shattered – glass flying into the pool all around us.

-Matt's Point Of View-

I was making my way to the pool to see if Brooke wanted to go to the movies tonight, as I entered the recreation room there was a loud explosion that made the entire building shake. I heard glass shattering in the recreation room.

"Brooke!" I yelled ruing into the room, the glass was scattered all over the place…Brooke and Becker were in the pool…thank god Becker was shielding her from the flying glass.

"Becker!" I yelled, be pulled back from Brooke – I saw that she was fine but Becker's back was a bloody mess. She started swimming to the edge of the pool where I was, doing her best to avoid all the floating glass. When she got to the edge I picked her up out of the water embracing her. When Becker got to the edge I helped him out as well. The chorine in the water must be making his cuts burn.

"What happened?"Becker asked, I shook my head, "I don't know, but I think the explosion came from outside of the ARC." I explained, I turned to Brooke letting her read my lips.

"Please take him to the infirmary…and get the glass out of this back." She nodded, and her and Becker left, right behind them I ran the other direction down the hall, happy to notice there were no fires in the building.

"Connor?" I called seeing him struggling to get up, a cut on the side of his head, I noticed he was crying, somehow I could tell it wasn't from being hurt, the kid was tough in that regard.

"Connor what is it?" I asked, propping him against the table.

"Watching the CCTV of the parking garage saw Jess car…explode." He managed to get out.

'Oh god no.' I let one of Becker's men take Connor as I booked it to the parking garage, when I got here the place was utterly destroyed. Making my way as carefully as I could across the twisted metal and glass, I saw Jess car…what was left of it anyway – near the exit.

'There is no way she could have survived that.' The thought came to disturbingly clear. When I looked at the driver seat I saw it was empty. I looked around frantically – a few meters away I saw her…half covered by debris.

Tears stung my eyes as I went over, pick up the large peace of metal that was on top of her. I started to position myself to pick her up when she stirred and moaned slightly. "Jess!" I bent down checking her pulse, it was erratic but there.

I screamed at a guard that was nearby. "Get an ambulance here quickly."

-Becker's Point Of View-

I sat still as Brooke slowly and carefully took the shards of glass from my back, being gentle about it. I wished not for the first time I could communicate better with Brooke. She is the first person at the ARC (aside from Jess of course) that I would want to see me at home – absently I made up my mind to start learning ASL, she removed one more piece… then started patching me up.

Lieutenant Jackson came in carrying an injured Connor. I looked at Brooke as she signed "Sorry", and rushed over to help a now unconscious Connor.

Jackson turned to me.

"Captain." His tone made me uneasy as I gave him my full attention. "I'm sorry for me not doing this delicately but you should know – the explosion happened in the parking garage…evidence points to Miss Parker's car as the point of origin."

For the second time in over a week I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the heart with a knife made of salt and lemons. I closed my eyes trying not to let panic that was building in my stomach overtake me.

"Was she in the car when it happened?" I asked… surprised at how calm my voice was.

"We don't know sir, she was found a few meters away from her car, she is being taken to the hospital as we speak." He explained, I looked up at him – my heart feeling light.

"She's alive?" I asked.

"That's what I was told." He replied, standing up I quickly put on my shirt and shoes.

"What hospital?"

"Royal London sir." He replied, thanking him I quickly left the room, my only priority at the moment was getting to Jess.

-Jess's Point of View-

To say that I was unconscious for forty hours wouldn't be totally accurate. I could hear the people around me clearly but for some reason I had no need to speak, or open up my eyes, or to squeeze a person's hand or do anything else they begged me, to do.

Even when I heard Becker's voice, 'Jess please wake up, Jess please respond to my voice – please squeeze my hand.' I didn't even respond to him, it was as if my mind was a room and I didn't want to leave yet. Time passed for me in odd intervals during this limbo, it felt both like an eternity and a second.

When I open my eyes the room was dark and I had a distinct feeling that it was really late at night, I looked over at the bench in the room, Becker had fallen asleep on it. I was looking him over when I a feeling of discomfort started settling over me.

Turing over terror struck me as I came face to face with Brooklyn. She was dressed in all black – simply standing there giving me what I can only describe as an evil smile. I was terrified but knew she may not have the guts to try anything with Becker so close in hearing range. Brooklyn winked at me, setting down the orchid that she had brought – turning she walked slowly almost mockingly out of the room. I half played with the idea of waking Becker, but what could he do?

-Becker's Point of View-

I was awaken by someone touching my cheek softly with their hand, opening my eyes I saw Brooke standing in front of me, wearing black…a color that suited her but I don't think I had ever seen her wear. I looked over at Jess who was still sleeping, motioning with her finger for me to follow her, as quietly as I could I got up and left the room.

Out in the hall Brooke handed me a notepad.

'How are you doing?' She had written.

"I alright." I replied.

'What can I do for you?' She wrote.

It was with those simple words that I started to cry, tears falling down my cheeks as I leaned against the wall. I felt stretched so thin at the moment. Without warning Brooke stepped to me, languidly she placed her hand on the back of my neck – her lips meeting mine.

The kiss was innocent and tender seeming to be given more out of comfort than lust. Losing myself for a bit I kissed her back with just as much tenderness. Then remembering myself I pulled back.

"Brooke, I'm in love with Je…" I started explaining, but she held her hand up blocking my lips so she couldn't know what I was saying. Eyes unreadable she turned and started walking away; I grabbed her elbow stopping her.

"You must know I love you Brooke." I said impulsively, I did love her – I just loved Jess more, it was bloody complicated. Brooke barely inclined her head at my confession, shrugging my hand off she continued walking away – she didn't look back.

-Jess's Point of View-

I woke up again, just as slowly as the first time, glancing over at the bench I saw that Becker was gone. As my senses came back I started noticing things.

I watched as Brooklyn as she walked past my door, I felt my heart leap into my throat, but then I saw Becker grabbing her arm stopping her. With worried confusion I watched them, picking up on what Becker said directly to her…

"You must know I love you Brooke." Upon hearing that I closed my eyes, the pain dull against the physical pain my body was feeling – for a split second I wished I had been killed in the explosion.

[Later that Night – Nondescript House]

The stranger sat there listening to Beethoven, upset with themselves for the oversight, the engine was located in back…should have calculated and expected the chance of her survival.

They had tried doing the big stuff – but maybe, they thought, they were going about it the wrong way…maybe she could dispose of her in a more…creative way.

To Be Continued…