**A bit of a filler, next chapter much better I promise!
Chapter 8. My Confusion Shows
The kiss had been brief, he'd made sure not to let it go any further than just a kiss, he knew Abby didn't want that, wasn't ready for it.
He lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, everyday she was around he was falling more and more in love with Abby, and everyday it was getting harder not to do something rash. He hadn't meant to kiss her that night, but she affected him in a way few women had.
Can I ever be to her what Connor was? he wondered to himself.
He must of dozed off at some point, because he woke several hours later and realized the flat was freezing cold.
"Oh, don't tell me the heats gone out," he muttered to himself, fiddling with the dial and getting no response, "Great."
He proceeded to try the light switch and realized the power was out.
"Even better," he mused
He walked into the bedroom to find Abby curled up in a ball on the middle of the bed, shivering in her sleep, and quickly pulled the blanket around her tightly, before gently kissing her forehead.
She'd fallen asleep reading, so he picked the book up off the bed, and slid a marker in it before laying it on the bedside table and turning to leave the room. Only stopping when Abby's hand caught his.
"Stay," she murmured.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he slid under the covers next to her, wrapping his arms around her when she snuggled against his side.
The sun streaming through the windows woke him, and he could tell it's position in the sky he'd slept later than he'd meant to. Abby was still curled up against him, head resting on his chest. He smiled, enjoying her nearness and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Becker.." she mumbled sleepily, several minutes later.
"Morning," he said softly.
"What time is it?" she asked, turning to face him.
"I'm not completely sure, the power went out last night and my phone is in the other room. I'm guessing around nine though," he replied.
"We're so dead," she laughed, "Lester is going to kill us!"
He laughed, "Maybe not, maybe he hasn't noticed…"
Abby just raised an eyebrow.
"We should probably get ready and head in."
"Yeah, probably," he sighed, pulling himself off the bed and grabbing clothes from the dresser.
It was just before ten when they got to the ARC, Matt caught Becker's eye when he and Abby walked in together and raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.
"I'm going to head to the menagerie," she told him with a smile before disappearing down the hall.
He was…confused to say the least, Abby had asked him to stay, not that he was objecting by any stretch of the imagination, he just didn't want to form a false that she was ready to move on from Connor.
Sighing, he walked over to the ADD and stopped to stand next to Jess.
"Everything quiet so far today?" he asked.
"Yep," she said giving him her normal, warm smile, "How are you this morning?"
"Fine, the heat's out at my flat, so I spent most of the drive here trying to get in touch with a repairman, and well you know how much fun that is"
She laughed, "Are they going to get it fixed?"
"By tomorrow, they promise," he mused sarcastically, "I'll be lucky to see them before late morning tomorrow."
"Do you two want to stay at my place until it's fixed, there's plenty of room."
He smiled, "I appreciate it Jess, but we'll be fine."
"Alright, so how are things going with you two anyways?"
"Could be worse, could be better I guess," he said with a laugh, "I'd chat longer but I've got to go take care of inventory in the armory."
"Alright, see you later!"
"Bye, Jess."
He wondered into the armory and pulled out one of the handhelds they now used for inventory and began sorting through things. He didn't even realize Abby was in the room until her hand caught a box of tranq darts he almost dropped.
"Thanks," he said with a smile resifting everything to take them from her.
"Here let me help, what do you need to know?"
"Just how many are there, thanks Abby."
They worked together, sorting through boxes and imputting it into the computer, they were silent except for the occasional exchange of data. Each of them, Becker was pretty sure, were lost in their own little worlds.
He opened his mouth to speak to her probably a hundred times but shut it before he'd say anything, afraid of making things complicated.
"My confusion shows whenever you get too close, I stumble, I stutter, forget what to say, I'm nervous I wonder why I'm acting this way." Alexz Johnson
