Chapter 10 I know this is quite long, but I just hope it's still interesting.

At Becker's house Becker and Tori were curled up together on the sofa. Tori had her head rested against his shoulder and Becker rested his head on top of her head. Becker had a box of chocolates on his lap, and they were picking them out one at a time. Becker went through the events of the past few days in his head. Tori was going through how this time was different to anywhere else she had been before.

"You know, I've just realised…what's the date?" Tori asked Becker.

He swallowed his mouthful to answer. "12th February. Why?"

"I was just wondering how close to my birthday it is now…" She told him. "It's closer than I thought. Just over a month."

"Really, when is it?" Becker asked curiously. 'I should probably get her a present,' he thought.

"20th March." She replied. She looked up at Becker to see his face. He gave her a cocky smile.

"I better get shopping then." He pulled her tight and picked up another chocolate.

The next day passed quickly without fault. For most of the time they both stayed at home. The only time they left was to do some food shopping, as Becker's fridge was looking incredibly bare. In the supermarket, Becker left Tori at the check-out while he started to ferry the bags to the car. But on the way, he popped to the newsagent's next door, to buy a big box of chocolates. He ran back to the supermarket quickly, so that Tori wasn't suspicious.

They chose to have an early night, so both Becker and Tori went upstairs. It had become a regular thing, both of them sleeping in the same bed. Becker knew that part of it was morally wrong, but if it would help her to stop having the nightmares and to stop her hurting, he would continue to do it. He knew the way he felt about her was wrong as well, but he couldn't help himself. In his eyes, she was so beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. How she looked, how she talked, how she smelled and even how she felt. Whenever he touched her, he felt this impulsive surge run through his body and he didn't want to let go, for fear of losing her.

In the morning of the 14th, Becker woke up bright and early, like he normally did. He had a shower, put on his work clothes and prepared Tori a special breakfast. He cooked her a full-English breakfast and assembled it in the shape of a heart on her plate, along with it he put a Valentine's card. He took it upstairs and rested it on the floor until she woke up, which took longer than usual.

It was getting closer to the time for Becker to leave for work, and Tori still hadn't woken up, so he softly went over to the bed and whispered in her ear.

"Wakey, wakey sleepy-head."

Tori's eyes opened slightly. She tried to focus on the smooth features of Becker's face, but she found that she couldn't. "Becker?" She asked. Her head was spinning slightly and she couldn't tell exactly where she was.

"Hey, sleepy, you ok?" Becker's voice was so soothing to her. She knew he was there, so she felt so much safer.

"Umm, I think so." She answered. Her voice croaked. Becker sat down next to her and brought the tray across.

"I brought you breakfast, but if you're not feeling well, I'll leave it aside." Becker placed his arm round her waist to help lift her to a sitting position.

"I was fine last night, though." She croaked.

"Don't worry." He thought for a moment. "I can't not go to work, so I will have to take you with me. Can you handle that? I'll stay with you the whole time." Becker asked her. He was rather worried. How could she be so ill so suddenly?

"Ok. I'll be alright." Tori smiled at the handsome blur.

"Anyway, happy Valentine's Day." He handed her the card and the present.

She managed to tear the paper from the box, but she couldn't tell what it was. "I'm sorry, but what is it?"

Becker frowned. How bad was she? "It's a box of chocolates. Oh, and the card says 'Happy Valentine's Day'."

Becker helped her get dressed in another outfit that Abby had assembled. Tori couldn't concentrate on anything at all. She tried to put her socks on, but she missed her foot by and inch. Afterwards, Becker helped her into the car and strapped her seatbelt for her. He drove to the ARC slowly, so he could make sure she wasn't getting any worse. As soon as they arrived, Becker got her into the medical room as soon as possible, without being spotted by Matt. One of the doctors came in to see what was wrong.

"I see our frequent flyer's back." He joked. "What seems to be the problem?"

"She woke up this morning ill. I don't know why…" Becker stared down at his feet.

"It's probably just the extreme heat. You don't look too well yourself lately, Captain. Not sleeping enough? Or worrying too much, perhaps?"

"I don't know." Becker shook his head. "I guess maybe I do worry. I don't know why."

"I'll strike you a deal then, I'll see if I can treat her, but you have to stay here and rest too. Fair?" The doctor asked him.

Becker thought about it. It gave him the perfect excuse to look after her and to stay away from Matt, which coincidentally were two closely related matters. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation between her and Matt. "Ok, deal."