AN: READ THIS!

This is the same scene as the last chapter, but with an alternate ending. This ending is a cliffhanger, and I will not be writing anything to resolve said cliffhanger, so if you don't want that unfinished business, don't read. Please review this if you do read, though.

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Becca woke up in her favorite place in the world.

Tim was spooning her and one of his hands was stroking her stomach softly. She smiled and wriggled under the touch; she was a bit ticklish. She turned her head around as Tim moved, smiling at her lover as she blinked her eyes open, still foggy from sleep. "Good morning sleepyhead," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

It was meant to be light, but Becca started to press in more and she gave a quick nip to Tim's lip, earning a quiet moan in response. Instead of delving deeper like she wanted to, Becca pulled back. "I wish we didn't have to get up," she said a little breathlessly.

"We have time," Tim murmured, and rolled her skillfully so that she was pressed into the mattress by a portion of his weight. Becca giggled as he kissed along her neck, glad that she'd gotten over her stigma to that move a few months previously. She was about to give up when the sounds of their bodies and the blankets and their voices and breaths were interrupted by a triple beeping noise. Speed ignored the sound, but Becca sighed and held his shoulders until he stopped.

"That's my cell," she gasped out.

"And?" Speed replied, grinning wickedly. Becca laughed, but squirmed over until she could reach her phone on the small table on her side of the bed.

Snapping open the phone and giggling again as Tim ran his had over a particularly ticklish area on her hip, Becca tried to keep her voice level. "Hey H, did we catch a scene?" She'd become more comfortable with her superior officer and now addressed him with the same nickname as the team did.

"I'm not calling about a case."

Becca stiffened and the smile dropped off her face faster than her stomach was falling. Speed noticed the change and sat up, moving closer in case she needed him. Becca could only stare at the man she'd come to loved in horror as she breathed out the name that was screaming through her head.

"Mark?"