I am sooooooooo sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I'd planned to put it up the next day, but life got in the way. I hope you guys can forgive me :( Anyway, let's find out what happens to Jess. Enjoy!

Jess' POV

Jess struggled against the arms that were like bands of steel, pinning her arms to her sides. Her stalker began dragging her towards the loading dock and Jess knew that the minute she went out that door she was as good as dead. She also realized that no one else knew she was down here. If he got her out the door no one would realize she was missing for at least an hour. She threw her body weight against him, causing him to stumble into a wall. He curse and Jess felt her feet hit the ground again. Something her mother had taught her flashed in her mind and she brought her stiletto heel smashing down on the top of his foot as hard as she could. She winced when she felt bone break, but pushed down harder. Her assailant howled and loosened his grip enough that she could throw her arms straight out in front of her breaking his grip. She ran as fast as she could back towards Matt her hand flying to her earpiece.

"Intruder alert in storage level, medical assistance needed." She shouted into the com, not really caring if she hurt someone's ear as long as they got down here fast. She looked back over her shoulder just as her attacker slipped under the loading dock door. She leaned against the wall next to Matt and burst into tears, her entire body shaking as the adrenaline in her system slowly wore off. In the distance she could hear an army of boots thundering down the stairs.

Becker's POV

It took Abby and Becker half an hour to find Howell, strangely enough he was in the Armory doing the inventory. Becker had decided on the way over to give the young man the benefit of the doubt, but his resolve went out the window as soon as he saw the blond soldier.

"Howell!" he barked stalking over to the where the soldier in question had his head bent over the pages in front of him. He looked up and jumped to attention when his eyes landed on his C.O. Becker cursed under his breath, wishing the other man wasn't such a good soldier.

"Sir?" Howell somehow managed to make the single word sound like a question and a salute. Becker had no idea how he'd managed that. It failed to improve Becker's mood though. He stalked over until their faces were a foot away from each other.

"What is your interest in Jessica Parker?" Becker asked in a deadly whisper. He was surprised to see Howell's face cloud over rather than show even the small amount of fear he'd been aiming for. Howell didn't back down an inch.

"With respect sir, you may be my boss but you don't get to ask me questions about my personal life, and certainly not in this manner." Howell said gesturing to the lack of distance between them. Becker realized he should probably back off, but he couldn't.

"I can when it involves her safety," he said.

"I don't plan on hurting her so I don't think we have a problem," Howell said. Becker cursed and took a step forward forcing Howell to retreat if he wanted to keep the distance between them.

"Becker back off!" Abby told him, but he ignored her and continued advancing on the other man.

"You're the type of guy who gets off on scaring women aren't you?" Becker growled. Howell's eyes went wide and Becker really hoped it was from fear.

"Captain, I'm not stalking Ms. Parker." He said putting his hands up in a show of innocence.

"You…," whatever Becker had been about to say was cut off by Jess' panic stricken voice yelling into the com system.

"Intruder alert in storage level, medical assistance needed."

Both men took one look at each other and grabbed the nearest loaded weapon, before they took off running to find the terrified FC. They reached the stair way at the same time as the medical team and motioned for the medics to let them go down first. Becker started down the stairs, with Howell on his heels. Becker could hear sobbing coming from down the hallway and knew it was Jess. It took all his strength not to run to her, but he wouldn't be any good to her dead.

"Talk to me Jess," He said into his earpiece, "Is he still there." Becker held his breath waiting for her to speak. He heard her take a few deep breaths before her shaky voice whispered in his ear.

"No. Matt's hurt." Each word was forced out, but it was enough for Becker.

"Move," He told Howell, both men turned back up the stairs at the sound of more people coming, but relaxed when they saw that the rest of the tactical team had caught up. The team moved slowly clearing each room, and it was the longest five minutes of Becker's life. When he finally caught sight of Jess his heart nearly stopped. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, Becker could see the clip she'd had it in lying about five feet away, and her purple blouse had been ripped open during the struggle. She didn't seem to realize he and the soldiers had arrived.

"Jess?" Becker edged forward cautiously, not wanting to scare her more than she already was. She looked up and Becker saw that her tears had made her makeup run down her face. When she saw him and the rest of the team her eyes went wide and she tugged the edges of her blouse together to cover herself.

Jess' POV

"Jess?" Becker's voice jolted her back to reality. A hand touched her shoulder, making her jump. Becker pulled his hand back.

"Sorry," he said taking a step back. Jess didn't want him to be that far away from her, but she couldn't seem to form an coherent words at the moment. A few medics pushed past him to see to the now groaning Matt. Another medic, a woman, held out her hand to help Jess stand, though she waited for Jess to initiate contact. She smiled shakily at the woman and took the offered hand. She wasn't too surprised that the woman was able to haul her to her feet rather easily. Jess remembered seeing her handle wounded soldiers like it was nothing.

"How do you feel?" the young medic asked. Jess tried to speak, but nothing came out. She could see Becker out of the corner of her eye with a concerned look on his face. She cleared her throat to try again, wanting to show Becker she was okay.

"Just a little shaken. Matt's the one who got hurt," she said. She was about to walk to Becker when the medic pulled her a little farther away from the group of men. Jess looked at her confused. The medic indicated her blouse and for the first time she noticed that her shirt had been ripped open. She pulled the edges together, trying to stay calm, and tied them in a knot when she realized most if the button were gone.

"Did he...?" the medic started to ask, but was stopped when Jess quickly interrupted her.

"No, not even close." Jess shuddered at the thought and felt exposed without Becker's arms around her. The medic shrugged out of her black military jacket and handed it to her without a word. Jess nodded her thanks and the medic turned to help her coworkers with Matt.

Jess looked over at Becker, who she could tell was struggling to stay back and give her a bit of space. But space was the last thing she wanted. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, not giving a damn who saw it. Becker's arms went around her waist without hesitation, pulling her tight against him, and he buried his face into the soft skin of her neck.

"Get me out of here," she said quietly. She felt Becker nod before taking his head away from her shoulder. He looked at the soldier next to him and Jess realized it was Howell.

"I can handle things here sir." he said before Becker could ask, "now that you don't want to kill me that is." he added with a wry smile. Jess frowned and looked between Howell's smiling face and Becker's surprisingly red one.

"Why did you want to kill him?" Jess asked confused. Becker got even redder, much to the apparent amusement of Howell.

"I'll tell you later," Becker mumbled as he led Jess back up the stairs.

They ended up in the Armory, which actually made Jess happy since it meant Becker was seriously armed if the stalker decided to make another appearance. The shaking had subsided for the most part and Jess was feeling better the farther away from the storage floor. Becker settled her on the cot in the corner that she put him on just that morning, pulling the jacket tighter around her, and sat next to her pulling her into the circle of his arm.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Jess leaned into his chest, feeling best she had since the attack.

"I'm fine," she said. She thought of how she'd fought him off and started giggling, which made Becker look at her like she'd lost her mind. "I fought him off," she said, to no one in particular, giggling like a maniac. "I actually fought him off."

"Jess, are you sure you're okay?" Becker was looking very confused and concerned at his point. Jess leaned up and kissed him, which surprised him but he went along with the kiss wholeheartedly.

"Yes. I'm sure I'm okay." She assured him. "But I'd be better if you kissed me again." Jess smiled at him, a look which Becker returned, and he dipped his head to capture her lips again.

"Whoa! Sorry sir," came a surprised voice from the doorway. Becker groaned and looked up at the soldier standing in the doorway. Jess just glared. Howell sent them both an apologetic smile and shrugged.

"Like I said, sorry." He turned his attention to Becker. "Lieutenant King says he found something in the loading dock he wants to show you."

Becker's POV

Becker sighed at the Sargent's news, he didn't particularly want to leave Jess. He was worried about her despite her assurances that she was fine. She was still too pale for his comfort. He looked down at where she was still snuggled under his arm.

"I'll stay if you want me to." He said simply and hoped she realized just what that meant to him. His duty as a soldier, and head of security, was to find the danger. But he would hand the job over without hesitation if she asked him to stay. She kissed him softly and extracted herself from his embrace.

"Go," she said making a shooing gesture with her hands, "I'll still be here when you get back."

"I'll keep an eye on her sir," Howell said carefully. Becker looked at the younger man, he wouldn't completely trust Howell until he knew why he had lied about having a sister, but he had a sense that Jess would be safe with the young man. Still, Becker thought to himself, better safe than sorry. He motioned his subordinate outside the door and was satisfied to find that Howell complied immediately.

"You do realize that if anything happens to her you'll wish you were dead," he said calmly. The younger soldier nodded.

"Without a doubt sir." He said, standing at attention. Becker clapped the man on the shoulder and took off at a jog towards the loading dock.

When he reached the storage floor it was abandoned. The medics had moved Matt to the medical wing and his soldiers had cleared the floor, finding no sign of the intruder. He saw no sign of the soldier he'd come down here to meet.

"King, you down here?" Becker called down the hallway. His call echoed down the empty corridor and Becker barely held back a grimace. He had to agree with Jess. It was pretty damn creepy down here.

"This way sir!" The sandy haired lieutenant popped his head around the corner with a jolly smile. Becker shook his head. Lieutenant Alex King was a damn fine officer, and he had a cheery disposition that could rival Jess on her best day. Which caused his enemies to underestimate him time and time again, the lieutenant was a brilliant fighter when he needed to be. Becker was just glad he was on their side.

"What did you find Lieutenant?" Becker said loudly as he made his way to where King waited.

"I think I found what he used to make sure the cameras couldn't catch him," He said, "though Ms. Parker or Temple will need to take a look at it. I'm shit with technology." King led him to the loading dock roll up door, which was open about two feet.

"It looks like he went through here to get away," he said ducking under the aluminum door. Becker followed doing his best not to hit his head on the door. When he emerged from the entryway Becker saw something on the ground that looked like one of the black boxes the team used, but it was larger. He bent down to examine it.

"Is this what you were talking about King?"

Silence was all that greeted his inquiry. He began to turn when an arm wrapped around his neck and his vision slowly started going black.