A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed. It's so encouraging to read them all! I hope you enjoy reading Becker's POV.

"Go on. You know you want to," she said imploringly.

"No, I don't want to sun bathe with you, Jess."

"Come on. Just an hour. One hour." She began bouncing on the bed, stopping me from getting back to sleep.

Well if it shuts her up…

"Fine," I sighed. "But any longer than an hour and we go shooting tomorrow. Now go back to sleep."

I was planning to pull her down onto the bed but she laid down before I could, so I settled for wrapping an arm around her waist and began to doze again. It wasn't long though before I was jerked awake by an elbow in the ribs. An incredibly sharp elbow, no less. She's small but hellfire is she tough.

My eyes snapped open instantly as I asked, slightly sleepily, "What? What time is it?"

"It's gone twelve, Becker. Now will you please lug yourself out of bed and into the kitchen to make your wife breakfast?"

There was something off about her voice but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I was too tired from our late night. But, following her orders, I got out of bed, stretching, and walked to the other room, ready to phone room service for some breakfast. Immediately, I noticed that something was different in the room, that it wasn't how we had left it the night before. My eyes scanned the kitchen, the living room and the door and then I saw it. The trolley of covered dishes. I walked over to investigate, passing the open balcony doors and realising for the first time that I was wearing no clothes. I could see Jess' dress and my jeans on the sofa, as well as my shirt hanging over the TV, but my boxers were nowhere to be found.

Well done, Hilary. What are you going to wear now?

"Jess? Have you seen my boxers?" I shouted.

Where are you pants? Where did I leave you?

"Have you tried looking out by the balcony?" She yelled back to me.

What?

"The balcony? Why would they be out there?" Regardless of what I thought I wondered cautiously out onto the balcony, my eyes zeroing in on the statue in the garden below.

Holy crap!

I hurried back into the bedroom.

"Jessica Becker, how on earth did my boxers end up on the statue in the garden?" I demanded.

"Well, remember, we were throwing the unwanted clothes, and you know how bad my aim is, and I didn't really look and threw them behind me, but the balcony doors were open, and I might have thrown them a bit harder than I intended to and they might have gone soaring out through the doors and over the balcony, landing outside on the statue. Why? Do you not have another pair?" She said so quickly I barely followed any of it, but I couldn't help but smirk at her awkward, guilty expression.

"You know perfectly well that all my others are at the laundrette."

"Well, then, you'll just have to walk around commando all day, won't you?" she countered, positively beaming at our banter. "That'll go down really well on the beach, won't it?"

"Ha ha, Jess."

She easily picked up on my sarcasm and replied, "Relax, Becker. We're on our honeymoon. Just wear swimming trunks instead," her eyebrows raised at my apparent idiocy. "And where's my breakfast?"

"It's not breakfast if it's after twelve; it's brunch," I explained for the umpteenth time since we'd arrived in The Maldives.

"Whatever, only hurry up, Captain, I'm starving."

"Yes, Ma'am." I saluted her and wandered back to the bathroom, still naked.

I lifted the lid off one of the plates and considered it for a moment. Omelette will be fine. You know she likes it, you've eaten it five times this week.

I was just taking it out of the microwave, lifting it on a fork, when Jess left the bedroom, looking very attractive in a pink bikini. I wolf-whistled, knowing it would embarrass her, and sure enough a slight pink hue spread across her cheeks.

"Where'd the omelette come from?" Asked Jess as though it were the strangest happening in the world.

"Room service must have come up and put in the room whilst we were asleep."

"I certainly hope we were sleeping and not doing anything else…"

She raises a good point, Hilary. Now that would be embarrassing if you left the hotel this morning after some walked in on you… you know…

I ignored my mind and cleared my throat loudly, setting the plate on the table and sitting down in one of the seats. I handed Jess a fork and started eating quickly before Jess could eat it all. She'd been really greedy recently. Then after we'd finished, I found my swimming trunks and pulled on a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Ensuring I had my wallet, we left and headed to the beach.

"This is the life. No anomalies, no creatures, no chaos," she murmured, sun glasses on as she lay on her back. "Don't you just love sun bathing?"

"If you say so. "A bit boring if you ask me." I had brought nothing with me to read and I was beginning to seriously regret that decision. You definitely don't want to return to the A.R.C with a tan, Hilary. Imagine what your men'll say. It'll be all, "Looking a bit golden there, Hils. Did you have fun with the girls?

"Becker…"

"What?" I asked, suspicious of what she wanted.

"Will you rub some sun cream into my back?" I took the bottle she held out to me and squeezed a dollop onto her back before rubbing it in. "Mmm."

And then she fell asleep, leaving me literally bored to tears. Not only did I have nothing to do, I had no-one to talk to either. But I didn't wake her up. Not until it had been an hour and I was guaranteed to have my day of shooting. I tried blowing on her neck but she just sighed dreamily and carried on sleeping. I trailed my fingers over her skin, did everything that would normally make her widen her eyes and become more alive and awake than I'd ever seen her but she just continued lightly snoring. In the end I decided more drastic tactics were needed so I carefully picked her up and carried her towards the waves that were washing up on the sand. After wading out a few metres, I thought it was deep enough, so I dropped her.

"Becker!"

"What?" I asked innocently. "It had been an hour and you weren't waking up. Besides I didn't want you to get sunburnt."

"An hour? And I wouldn't wake up?"

"No. You've been sleeping really deeply recently."

"Really? That's weird. Normally I wake up at a mouse squeaking." She said.

"Come on. You've had your sunbathing and frolicking in the sea."

"What? No I haven't! It doesn't count if you fall asleep," Jess argued.

"Yes it does," I replied, laughing at her poor logic. "A deal's a deal, Jessica. You've had your hour and now it's my turn at deciding what we do. There's a shooting range really close by."

"Becker your idea of nearby is within a fifty mile radius."

"There's nothing wrong with a spot of exercise, Jess."

"There is when you made me go hiking yesterday. My legs are still aching," she muttered darkly.

"Well, if we go shooting, you'll only have to stand there."

"How are you even planning to get hold of guns?" She asked, smirking.

"I've got my own with me," I said simply.

"What? How did you get them on the plane?"

"Lester got me a license. Told you working for the government had its perks."

"Yeah but I thought you were talking about the pay when you said that!"

"Well I was actually talking about the bazooka," I replied nonchalantly.

"Bazooka?" You'd better be careful, Hilary. Any more surprises and her eyebrows are going to get so high on her face; they'll disappear forever under her fringe.

"Anyway, enough talk about the perks, and more talk about our shooting trip."

"Fine, but you can't pester me about going shooting after this."

"Deal," I agreed, picking her up once more and taking her back to her towel.

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