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Fran


She shivered, palms sweaty, heart beating uncontrollably fast inside her chest. He loved her. Smith just said Becker lover her and all along she had been wondering if he felt something for her. It was right under her noses, love was right there.

She took tentative steps towards the locker room. She knew Becker was still there because she had taken a close look at the parking lot and his motor was still there.

Then she saw him; sitting on a bench in front of his locker, face down looking at the floor beneath him. He was so engrossed in whatever he was thinking that he didn't notice her presence.

Before she could move his head snapped towards her and he immediately bounced off his chair.

"Jess…" He spoke, taking a few steps towards her. "Hey…I was, I was actually going to find you…"

"What for?"

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened, Abby told me about the joke." He spoke softly. Jess had taken a few steps closer while he spoke, her heart beating faster and faster with every step she took. "I promise you I don't have anything to do with…"

"I know. Smith told me everything," she interrupted.

"Smith," Becker sighed, shaking his head and rubbing his temple, "he's really not good at following instructions."

"He told me about everything, and whatever happened was entirely my fault. I thought you…"

"I would never make fun of you, Jess," he spoke truthfully, moving a few steps towards her with only inches separating them.

"I know, it was stupid of me to believe you would," she whispered, her blue eyes glued to his. Suddenly her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as her brain immediately replayed Smith's words. 'He loves you too much…' She could ignore them because it might have been just a rumor but she was certain Smith was not a liar, and he wouldn't just play with her feelings knowing what she felt for Becker. So she took the risk, her mouth speaking the words before her brain could even process it. "He also said you would never hurt me because…because, you love me."

He watched her with eyes open as wide as two plates, he swallowed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"He said that, huh?" He spoke.

"Is he a liar?" She asked him, eager to hear something from him. A sign or anything that told her whether she should completely forget about him and move on or accept and deal with the fact that he loved her too.

"No…he's not," he finally spoke, closing the remaining space between them. Their bodies were so close she thought she could hear his heartbeat.

"You love me?" She asked in a whisper.

"More than words can possibly say." He really wasn't the romantic type of man; he couldn't actually recall the last time he had said 'I love you' to someone, no less a woman, which meant that everything he was saying right now was the complete truth. He loved her and there was no denying it.

"You…you have no idea for how long I've dreamed of this," she sobbed, his hands slowly and tenderly caressing her flushed cheek. She leaned in, feeling the warmth of his hand upon her skin.

"I'm sorry it took a misunderstanding and us being apart for me to tell you this." His eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips, his hand still lingered on her cheek and when she licked her lips slowly he knew there was no point in denying all he wanted to do was kiss her, and her eyes told him the same.

He moved forward, his lips barely brushing hers waiting for a sign he was doing things right. She didn't push him away, instead she moved closer towards his body, pressing her lips harder against his. His hands immediately moved slowly towards her waist, holding her, which she was grateful for since her knees were going to give up on her any minute.

She moaned at the back of her throat, because his lips just fit perfectly upon hers and his body felt so warm against her. He was making her feel wonderful things with only their first kiss, and she was amazed.
They pulled apart, briefly. His eyes locked on hers, darker with lust and desire. She was afraid if they didn't stop this instant they could end up doing something she had dreamed of for months, but it wasn't the right place or the right time. She sighed heavily; her hands came to rest upon his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palm.

"I think you should take me out on a proper date before we can continue this any further," she whispered, her hand still on his chest, this time playing leisurely with the buttons of his shirt.

"Then let's go." He held her hand upon his chest, not letting it go. "Go out with me."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. I mean not exactly now, after work. Let's go for a cup of coffee or a drink or dinner, whatever you want."

"Someone might think you're just desperate to kiss me."

He moved his head towards her again, his lips once more brushing against hers, barely just barely.

"Who said I wasn't?"

Then he kissed her again with the same amount of passion as the first kiss and they remained wrapped in each other's arms for a few minutes…until the alarm calling for an anomaly rang and they had to spread apart.

They would have time for kisses and embraces later.


3 weeks later.

He stormed towards the lockers, where the voices came, just in time to find a few of his soldiers getting ready for another day. They stopped talking the minute he stood in the door, watching them with a serious expression on his face.

"Glad you're all in here. Gives me the opportunity to address an issue with all of you," Becker spoke, taking slow steps to stand in front of his team. "Three weeks ago there was an incident, a joke that had been made by several people from this room that offended a very important member of this team. Now, I don't need to say who this person was nor do I need to explain how this can and will never happen. If anyone addresses her that way again, they will be punished."

The soldiers before him exchanged looks, he could tell they knew who he was talking about but still two of them smiled to each other which made the anger flow.

"Hey! Do you think this is funny?" Becker asked the smiling men.

"No, sir," one of them answered.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"No, sir."

He took another step, this time he was facing the men closely. They froze in their spots, hands behind their backs.

"If I hear anyone making a joke or even a small comment about MY girlfriend's outfit or even her hair, I will personally make sure you will regret even thinking about her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," both men answered quickly.

"Now leave."

The rest of the soldiers left quickly as they were told, none of them hesitated, not even for a second, too afraid Becker might snap at them as well. Jess Parker had become a very delicate subject.

"Smith, stay."

The man in question turned around slowly, fear written on his face.

"Sir?"

"I was told you spoke with Miss Parker?" Becker asked, Smith just nodded in silence. "You spoke to her even though I asked you not to?"

"Sir, I…"

"I guess I should thank you then."

"You—what?" Smith's eyes opened wide, he was no longer scared but utterly confused.

"If it hadn't been for you, for doing exactly what I asked you not to, I would never be as happy as I am right now. So, I guess I should thank you."

"I…you're welcome, sir," Smith said, smiling widely at his Captain. "I'm glad you found your happiness, sir."

"Yes, I did." Becker smiled back. "But next time just do as I tell you, okay? It's an order."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. You can go now."

Smith smiled at his Captain one last time before walking away. Surely he wasn't the type of man who would get into anyone's business, especially personal issues, but now for the first time he was happy to do so.

THE END!