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Becker woke up with a gasp, drenched in sweat and barely able to keep from putting a hand to his racing heart. He glanced at the alarm clock next to him, the large number read 4:13. He sighed and threw the covers off. The gun that normally stayed in his nightstand was already in his hand by the time he stood up. Becker's feet padded softly on the hardwood floor as he headed the familiar path from his room to Jess'. He sighed in relief when he saw Jess sleeping contentedly under the light purple bedspread she'd bought. He smiled in the doorway like he did every night he checked on her, which was every night, looking at the small changes she'd made to his guest room. She'd taken his invitation to make herself at home to heart, after he told her that they didn't honestly know how long it would take to catch her stalker. She'd added subtle hints of color, though nothing along the lines if what he'd seen at her house, and a few framed pictures that made the room looked lived in but not cluttered. It made his stark living arrangements look sad in comparison.

Becker walked closer to the bed where Jess slept so he could see her breathing. The steady rise and fall of her chest settled him for reasons he wasn't ready to think about. He made his way to the living room as quietly as he could and let out the breath he'd been holding as the tension melted away from his neck and shoulders. He'd had the same nightmare every night since Jess had come to stay with him. Some details changed from dream to dream, but the message was basically the same. He failed and Jess paid for it with her life. There was only one time that she hadn't died, she'd been raped instead. Becker had woken up that night and immediately stumbled to the bathroom to empty his stomach. He'd heaved for a good five minutes after everything had left his belly, like his body was trying to physically get rid of the images in his head. Sitting in the bathroom he'd sworn that would never happen to her. Becker closed his eyes as the images made their way back into his head. The clock on the wall told him it was 4:35 in the morning and he knew he needed to get back to sleep. He resigned himself to the fact that he was looking at another nightmare tonight. He was too tired to try and force his way through another day with little to no sleep, so. He punched his pillow to soften it up, and to let loose a little anger, and did his best to relax.

A pillow hitting him in the head woke him up for the second time since last night.
"Wake up Becker," Jess called from his bedroom door, "We're gonna be late." Becker heard the toaster ding and Jess walked back into the kitchen. Becker rubbed his eyes with a groan. He really hoped there was no alert today, because he didn't think he'd be up for it.

Jess' POV

Jess walked into Connor's office later that morning with a file Phillip had asked her to take to him. She was surprised to find the office empty.

"I bet he's with Abby," she said to herself. Not wanting to make the trip down to the menagerie Jess shrugged and set the file on top Connor's laptop where was sure to see it . A ringing stopped her at the door. Her phone sat on the lighted desk moving slightly as it vibrated. Jess' hand itched to pick it up for the first time. She looked down the hall to make sure Connor wasn't heading back to the office. When she saw the coast was clear she grabbed the phone.

"We will never be together, so stop calling me," she told him putting as much strength and conviction into her tone as she could. The voice coming over the line gave her goose bumps.

"He'll never love you like I do," the distorted voice said. Jess faltered at the words.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, completely confused as to what he was talking about.

"The one who said he was your boyfriend," Jess' eyes went wide at his statement. She put her hand over the microphone for a second while she tried to figure out what had happened.

"Becker," she said quietly careful to make sure her stalker couldn't hear her. She heard the voice in her ear.

"I'll make him regret the day he met you," he said.

"Go to hell," Jess hung up the phone and threw it back onto the desk where it skidded to the edge. She stormed out of the office nearly running over Connor in her haste.

"You okay Jess?" She heard him call after her, but she was too infuriated to answer. She stormed down the hall and into the locker room ignoring the strange looks she was getting from the other employees. No one had ever seen Jess this pissed off. Abby came in as Jess was pulling her stuff out her locker. She came over and put a hand on Jess' shoulder.

"Is everything okay Jess?" she asked. Jess nodded trying to fight off the tears that to spill.

"It's fine," she said, "Everything's fine." Jess summoned up one of her cheery smiles and kissed her friend on the cheek.

"I'm just a little tired," she lied, "I'm gonna go get some rest." Jess left the locker room quickly before Abby could say anything else. She hurried through security and walked out on to the busy London street. It only took her a minute to wave down a cab and soon she was whisked away from the ARC.

Becker's POV

Becker walked out of the armory after finishing up the monthly inventory, something he hated but he knew needed to be done. He was surprised he'd even been able to focus as tired as he was. He needed to find a way to get rid of the nightmares or he wasn't going to be any good to anyone. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see Abby until he bumped into her. She nearly fell and his hands shot out to grab her. Good to know my reflexes still work, he thought to himself.

"Sorry Abby I was kinda wrapped up in my own world for a minute there." Becker said.

"What are you doing here?" Abby asked clearly confused. Becker frowned.

"Unless I went through an anomaly without realizing it I work here." He said. For a second Abby looked like she was torn between laughing and smacking him.

"I know that, but I thought you took Jess home," she said. Becker's stomach clenched and he squeezed Abby's arm a little tighter.

"What are you talking about?" he asked at nearly a growl. A look of horror dawned on Abby's face.

"I saw her getting her stuff out of her locker, she said she was just tired, but she was looked really upset." Without another they both took off towards the ADD. Becker's heart dropped when they skidded to a stop and saw Connor at the controls. Abby walked up to the chair and spun it around, nearly unseating Connor in the process.

"Whoa," he shouted, "Jesus Abby, warn a guy fir…" he trailed off when he saw Becker standing a few feet away looking murderous. "Why is he still here?" he asked Abby pointing.

"Why are you at the ADD?" she asked him ignoring his question. Connor looked back and forth between the two people staring at him with their arms crossed.

"Jess said she wasn't feeling well and asked me to take over for her," he said a little worried Becker was going to lose it and kill him. "Maybe she's looking for you," he said to Becker as he spun around and pulled up the CCTV footage for the entrance. He deflated as he saw Jess walk out and get in a cab. "Or maybe she just left." Becker took off at a run for the locker room.

"She left fifteen minutes ago Becker," Abby's voice came through his ear piece as he ripped open his locker and grabbed his keys, ignoring everything else in the locker.

"Tell Lester what happened," he said sprinting past security and heading directly for his truck. The tires actually squealed as he raced out of the garage.

"Should we send back up?" Connor asked joining into the conversation. Becker was seriously tempted to say yes, but the rational part of him realized there wasn't a reason to. Yet, the paranoid part of him argued. Becker slammed his hand against the steering wheel when he hit a red light. He was going to kill Jess when he found her or better yet he'd lock her in her room and never let her out again.

"Becker?" Becker growled as Connor's voice spoke in his ear again.

"No back up. Yet," Becker bit out, "We don't know if she's actually in trouble or not." His hand clenched the steering wheel with a death grip while he waited for the lights to change. He hit the gas pedal hard as soon as the light changed, roaring through the intersection and pulling into the small parking lot near his flat. Becker pulled the spare EMD out from under the passenger seat and cursed the fact that he didn't have a real gun. He ran up the stairs and nearly ran into the door when it failed to open at the simple turn of the knob. Becker fervently hoped that this meant Jess was safe, and had really gone home because she was tired. He pulled out his keys as quietly as he could just in case Jess wasn't alone in the flat. He would need the element of surprise if that ended up being the case. He pushed the door open slowly and walked into the nearly silent flat. There were noises coming from Jess' room. Becker relaxed when he realized Jess was talking to herself. His fear was quickly replaced by anger as he clicked the lock shut and stalked to Jess' room. He stopped at the doorway and watched her for a moment, part of him wanted to scare her as bad as she'd scared him. She had her suitcase on the floor next to the dresser and was stuffing her things into it as fast as she could. Becker had seen enough.

"What the he'll were you thinking?" he said advancing on her, only to stop short when she spun around and slapped him. Whatever he had expected, it wasn't that. He stared at her in shock for a full minute, not exactly sure what to do. He'd never seen Jess even a little angry, let alone angry enough to hit him.

"What is wrong with you?" she screamed at him. Becker recovered quickly enough to catch her hand as she tried to slap him again. He spun her around so he could pin her hand against the wall. She flailed at him with her free hand. Becker struggled, but managed to trap her other hand as well. He moved in close, just in case Jess decided to throw a knee into the mix. Jess seemed to calm down after a minute, though she was breathing harder than normal and her clothes were rumpled from the struggle. Becker looked her in the eye.

"I'll let go if you promise not to hit me again," he said slowly, still having a hard time believing the 360 change in her attitude. Jess nodded and Becker let go, only to stumble back when Jess pushed him.

"Why did you do it?" she asked him. Becker had a hard time not squirm under her hurt gaze, he quickly forgot his anger and focused on figuring out what Jess was talking about.

"Do what?"

"Why did you tell that wanker that you're my boyfriend?" she shouted. Becker tried really hard not to blush, because there really wasn't a simple answer for that. Not one that was true anyway. He decided to play it safe and lie.

"I was hoping it would take the focus off you for a while." He said with a shrug. Jess glared at him.

"You're an idiot," she said. Becker shrugged again, which he could tell was only making Jess angrier.

"My job is protect you and the team, no matter the cost." He said. Jess rolled her eyes.

"Okay so you're a self-sacrificing idiot," she said, "Did you ever stop to think that maybe we don't want you get hurt?"

"I don't-" Becker started to say before Jess cut him off.

"Don't you dare say you don't matter. We all care about you, even if you can't see it." Jess walked over to her suitcase and slammed the top shut.

"I'm not letting you put yourself in danger because some idiot had decided to fancy me," she said as she started dragging the case towards the door. Panicking when he realized she was trying to leave Becker placed himself between her and the door. Jess tried to push past him, but he was determined to keep her in the safety of his home. Jess threw her hands in the air.

"Let me go Becker," she said, they were so close he could see the tears forming in her eyes. He shook his head. Jess pushed at him again.

"I can't stay here Becker. I can't see you get hurt. Please let me go." She begged. Becker took her suit case and sent it sliding across the floor to rest back by the dresser. Jess looked like she was ready to tear her hair out in frustration, and it took every ounce of strength Becker had not to wrap her in his arms and never let go.

"You're not leaving," he said starting to get a little worked up. He was used to people following his orders, and Jess was beginning to test his patience. "I have to protect you." He knew it sounded a little lame, but he said it anyway.

"So you can protect me, but I can't try and do the same?" Becker nodded.

"That's stupid. You may not care about me and this all may just be a job to you but-" Jess never got to finish what she was trying to say.

Jess' POV

Jess was cut off midsentence by Becker's lips crashing down on hers, hard. Becker slammed her against the wall as his mouth devoured hers. Jess reacted instantly, kissing him with a matching hunger and digging her nails into his back and neck. Becker growled low in his throat and fisted a hand in her hair, making her whimper at the pleasure pain it caused. His lips trailed down her neck kissing and biting, sending spears of pleasure racing through her body. She pressed her body forward, trying to get as close to him as possible and was rewarded when he pressed her more firmly against the wall, one of his thighs between hers.

"Becker," she gasped throwing her head back at the intimate contact. She pulled at his hair desperate to get his lips against hers again and Becker complied with a soul shattering kiss. Jess nipped at his lower lip when he tried to pull away and the next thing she knew she was being thrown on the bed. Becker stood at the foot of the bed staring at her in a way that made her skin tingle like he was actually touching her. After a minute he ripped his shirt over his head and threw it to the side and it was Jess' turn to look her fill. Jess ran her gaze over the defined chest and stomach, waiting for what he was going to do next, before she realized he was waiting for some kind of signal that this could continue. Her fingers rose to the buttons of her blouse and began to slowly unclasp them one by one. Becker's eyes followed her movements hungrily, his fists clenched at his side, before grabbing her ankles and dragging her towards him. He pushed her hands away from the halfway undone shirt and ripped it the rest of the way off. Jess gasped at the animalistic action and grabbed him by the back of the head to pull him down for another kiss. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist and somehow he'd gotten her panties off without her even realizing it. She reached between them for his belt and unbuckled it, pushing his pants down in the same movement. Then he pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, a torturous pleasure that Jess didn't think she'd survive if he didn't hurry up. She did the only thing she could think of and bit him at the curve of his neck and shoulder. With a growl he thrust into to her hard before beginning an intense rhythm that had them both panting in seconds. She met him thrust for thrust, both of them pouring all the tension and passion that had been building up for the last few weeks into their wild lovemaking. Jess bit into his shoulder again to keep from screaming as pleasure rushed through her. A moment later Becker collapsed, breathing heavily his weight pressing her down into the mattress.

Ultimately Becker rolled off of Jess, much to her disappointment and pulled her into his arms. Jess went willingly, exhausted after what was easily the best sex of her life and snuggled against his sweat covered chest. She was asleep in moments, but she thought she felt Becker kiss the top of her head before she drifted off.

A/N: Sorry for breaking it up. I just wanted there to be an OMG moment. So I hope there was a moment people were worried I might have killed them off. If not, oh well. I'll get the next chapter up ASAP.