AN: Hehe, uhm... I've never written this kind of thing before. Not too graphic I promise. I love y'all.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even Bernard. He's owned by the fabulous JustWhelmed who also betad this.

Becky was waiting for Raylan by the elevators when he was done talking with Art. That was an odd thing about Becky, one of many. She always moved quickly without seeming like she was in a hurry. "Are we going to Boyd's now?" she asked, leaning against the wall.

"No." She opened her mouth to object but he cut her off. "We're going back to my motel and we're going to call Boyd. I don't think you're being followed, but I'm not gonna take you into the heart of Harlan until we actually HAVE a plan."

"I'm more persuasive in person," she said stepping into the elevator. "I would insist if I wasn't so sure that Boyd would co-mmph." She was cut off again, but this time by Raylan's tongue being thrust into her mouth.

Her hands had drifted to his shoulders and her face had a slightly dreamy expression when Raylan pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I know that you think using yourself as bait is a good idea. But I don't." He kissed the corner of her mouth very tenderly. "Think of something else." He looked into her eyes and prayed that she would understand what he couldn't say.

She gave him a shy smile and he knew that she did. "I swear that I shall do my best."

He knew that was the best he was going to get and nodded, tousling her curls affectionately.

While they were driving to his hotel, Raylan realized how much time they spent together in the car. He said something to Becky, but she ignored him. Or maybe she didn't hear him. Her seat was laid back and her eyes were closed. He would have thought that she was asleep except for the fact that he could practically see the thoughts racing through her brain. He wasn't sure that anything new could be processed at that moment.

She got out of the car automatically and stopped short behind Raylan once she was through the motel door. "Why is Bernard on your pillow?"

"You seem to think better with the bear," Raylan explained. "So I had a couple of court officers pick stuff up for you. There should be clothes for you too, in the drawer."

"How did you know I would be coming back to Lexington instead of my hotel?" Becky asked, toing off her shoes and sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Didn't know how long we'd take. Plus, I figured that, with all of these ex-Moussad people running around, best not to stay in one place too long." Raylan took off his hat, blazer, and boots before slumping in the chair across from her. "We didn't really have lunch... Are you hungry?"

She just looked at him.

He sighed and shook his head, although Becky could see a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "If I order pizza, will you eat without my having to force it down your throat?"

She actually considered making him try it. Briefly. "As you wish. But only after we call Boyd."

He wanted to object, but knew that it was pointless.

He didn't know if he was praying or not while the phone was ringing. If he was, then the answer was "no" when Boyd actually answered the phone.

"Hello, Boyd," Becky said, inexplicably cheerful.

"I wondered when I might be hearing from you, Becky," he said in a voice that Raylan couldn't make out. "I take it you need my help."

"Rather. Raylan believes that my involvement in this case is a trap." She paused for a moment. "And I don't believe he's wrong."

"I'm not sure that I like where this is going," Boyd mumbled. "Are you planning on using yourself as the bait in this trap?"

Becky looked at Raylan and smiled. "No. That's where you come in."

Boyd laughed once. His laugh should have been humorless and somehow wasn't. Raylan didn't think he'd ever understand these people. "I am not sure that I like where this is going either. What is the plan?"

"How do you feel about becoming a double agent?"

He laughed that same, oddly amused laugh. "I've heard more appealing offers from less appealing people. I would, what, pass information along to Larkin and Eschel about your whereabouts while you're sequestered safely away with the Marshals? Lure them into some sort of trap?"

"That's the general idea, yes," Becky said. "I still haven't worked out all of the specifics. Do you know where Raylan's Lexington hotel is?"

"I do."

"Then will you come tomorrow at this time to hear the rest of my scheme?" Becky asked. "24 hours is more than enough time to decide what exact steps to take."

Boyd was quiet for a very long time. "I will," he said at last then hung up the phone.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," Becky said thoughtfully.

"Great," Raylan said sarcastically. He was suddenly angry that Becky would be in town longer. All he wanted was to fly her away to safety somewhere. The feeling was making him jittery. "Goddamn fantastic." He pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker blue from his bedside table and took a long swallow. "Drink?"

"I don't," she quietly. "My mum did. I don't."

That made him feel strangely guilty so he put the bottle away. "I'm going to take a shower."

She picked up his phone. "I'm going to order pizza."

"Don't put anything weird on it," he warned, taking his clothes into the bathroom with him.

He stripped and started the water. He could vaguely hear Becky's voice through the door, too muffled to discern the individual words but the general ebb and flow of conversation.

Raylan knew that he was an angry man. He could almost always feel it, bubbling away under the surface of his skin. It was a part of him and he could handle it. But when he stepped under the water and lost even the dull murmur of her voice, he realized that he wasn't angry.

He was fucking scared.

Raylan sank to the bottom of the shower and let the practically scalding water just beat down on his body. He blinked it out of his eyes and tried to get his bearings. He didn't know when he got so caught up in Becky that the thought of losing her had him on the edge of panic, but he was caught up now.

The images dancing behind his lids of what could happen to her if Eschel got ahold of her, or Larkin, what they would do to her-they scared him. And made him angry.

That anger was familiar and he concentrated on that, let it seep back into his bloodstream. It made him want to shoot someone, but it also helped him get his feet back under him.

He wasn't ashamed of his moment of weakness. He didn't know a single member of a large law enforcement agency that didn't get scared or occasionally want to eat his gun. They all coped in various ways. Art had his family. Tim had his apparent apathy toward life in general. Rachel had something too. Raylan didn't know what it was, but everyone had something. Raylan had anger and he was okay with that.

He finished what he got into the shower to do and stepped out of the now lukewarm water. Briefly, he considered shaving, but decided against in in favor of pizza. He pulled on jeans and a wifebeater and walked out of the bathroom toweling off his hair.

"Food get here yet?" He asked then saw the unopened cardboard box on the table. "Nevermind."

Becky looked up at him, seemingly engrossed by something on his face. It made him somewhat uncomfortable.

She seemed to reach some sort of decision because she walked over to him. While she was still walking, she started unbuttoning her dress shirt. She let it slip from her shoulders when they were practically nose to nose.

Most women would have meant that to be sexual, but Raylan knew better. Trying his best not to look down (and mostly succeeding) he asked, "Need your sweater?"

"No." She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in so that her lips were only an inch away from his. "I am attempting to seduce you."

That turned him on and made him laugh at the same time.

She smiled in what Raylan thought was a self-deprecating manner but he couldn't be sure since she was so close. "Don't judge me too harshly, Raylan, I've never done this before."

Talk about an ego boost. "Usually the one seduced?" he teased, hands moving to her hips, lightly skimming the bare skin he found there.

"No...I've never done," she made a vague hand-motion in what little space there was between their bodies, "this before."

"Oh." Oh. Oh God. That sent him from kinda turned on to blindingly so and needing to adjust his pants in about half a second. "Uhm." Oh God, what should I do? "Are you sure?" Please please please.

She smiled. "I started it didn't I?" Her hands drifted down and started wandering under his shirt over his abs. "You won't break me, Raylan."

He hoped not because his will broke after that and he kissed her. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth and his only thought was Naked. Now.

After that there weren't many thoughts at all.

She was beautiful and inexperienced and, for once in her life, let him take the lead. He was as careful as he could be and she didn't cry but he thought that was a near thing. She was quiet, just a few soft little noises escaped. But she dug her nails into his back and arched under him perfectly.

They basked in the afterglow for a while, sweaty and spooned together. Having her in his arms, his face buried in her hair, smelling her expensive shampoo, he thought that maybe Art's way of coping might be best.

Eventually, they got up and had cold pizza and warm soda and didn't really care when they started kissing like it was the last thing they'd ever do. Becky clung to him like she was drowning then surprised him by showing him just exactly how fast a learner she was.

She stayed awake in his arms just listening to him breathe for a long time, fighting back tears of loss. Still, she couldn't deny what she had to do, so she kissed him softly and rolled out of bed. He frowned and mumbled so she leaned down and whispered that she was just going to the loo and that appeased him into going back to sleep.

Instead, she redressed and sat down to write a note on the motel stationary.

My dear Raylan,

By the time you read this, I will be far away and beyond your help. I knew that the plan we made with Boyd would never work. It has no chance. Eschel would never believe him. My plan will buy enough time for you to bring down Larkin and Eschel both. Mrs. Bennet is the key. She will help you.

Raylan, don't go off half-cocked and get yourself killed. I really did try to think of another plan, one that would let me stay with you, but I could not. Tell my uncles that I loved them and believe me to be,,

Forever yours,

Farrow Rebecca Brett

She laid it on the nightstand and slipped out the door. Boyd's truck was idling in the parking lot. He looked over at her and she knew what signs he was seeing. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I have to."