LAST CHAPTER!

I know, it's sad to see this fic go... However, I know what i'm going to do for my next story and the world should love it!

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Matt walked over and joined the others by the ADD where Jess sat typing. Night had quickly turned to day and Becker had been rushed to hospital. The team hadn't heard anything of Becker's condition. They had all been de-briefed about the events of that night. None of them really wanted to retell how they watched their friend be pulled into the back of an ambulance looking like a living corpse. However, it had to be done.

Abby and Conner both had cups of coffee with them, Emily had a tea and Jess a hot chocolate. Matt didn't fancy a drink. He would have preferred a lettuce, chicken and potato sandwich with Pizza Express Honey and Mustard dressing in it.

Matt looked at Lester's office. He saw Lester and Phillip talking about something and Matt wished that he knew how to lip read. Lester had just told something to Philip and Matt knew by Philip's angry face and the fact that he slammed his fist on Lester's desk that whatever Lester had said wasn't a good thing. Matt may not be able to lip read, but it didn't take an idiot to see that Philip was telling Lester that something was 'unacceptable'. Philip then left the office and walked towards the elevator. Looking grim, Lester walked out of his office and over to them.

He sighed. "We are unsure how, but Ethan has managed to escape."

"What?" Emily almost jumped at what Lester was saying. The rest of the team's faces looked shocked as well, apart from Matt's. His just stayed the same.

"We'll find him though, won't we?" Matt said. It sounded like there was a lot of hope in his voice. Lester was about to reply, but didn't get a chance.

"Of course we will." The team looked up and Lester turned around all to see Becker standing by Lester's office. He jumped down the stairs and walked towards them. He wasn't dressed in his soldier uniform, but in normal clothes. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a no-sleeved black top with a chequered red and black jacket with a hood and a nice looking pair of Asics red trainers. His hair wasn't perfectly combed flat and shinny, it was nicely spiked that made Becker seem a bit more friendly than normal. He walked towards them. He smiled at his team as if nothing had ever happened.

"Well, don't stand there looking smug. Tell us what the doctors said." Lester said walking round him on one foot to another. Becker's eyes followed Lester's every move. He sighed.

"Doc says that I should be fine. They dealt with the left over venom in my body. I'll be a bit tired, dizzy and get stomach pains for a while but none of that will kick in until at least tomorrow. I'm perfectly fine." Matt noticed that Becker was talking to Lester as if he was trying to seesomething in his face. Matt's first guess was that Becker didn't want medical leave AGAIN. However, Matt then thought of something else.

"You only went into hospital about five or six hours ago and they just let you go? Wouldn't they want to keep an eye on you?" Matt said, with a smile on his face. Becker looked down at his shoes.

"They sort of did..." he mumbled. Matt was about to carry on talking and torture Becker a bit, but Lester cut to the chase.

"You ran away from hospital again didn't you?" he asked, with his eyebrows raised. Becker looked at the ceiling then back down at his feet again. He kicked the floor lightly a couple of times.

"Might have," he said, still looking down. Everyone looked at Lester waiting his reply. Would he force Becker to go back to hospital? Would he get chains and padlocks to keep Becker on his hospital bed? They all waited for what Lester would say.

However, he didn't say what they expected him to say. He huffed, trying to hold back a laugh and said:

"Just make sure you don't die," He said. "Take today and tomorrow off, also the day after if you are still not feeling too good."

Lester walked back to his office. Matt could have sworn that he heard Lester start to laugh. Becker watched Lester go, and then turned back to his team.

"Right, who's got my car keys?" he asked. Matt pulled them out of his pocket and threw them to him with a smile on his face. Becker caught them one handed. He nodded his thanks, turned sharply on his heels and walked away. He didn't get far before Conner shouted after him.

"What do we say if the doctors come looking for you?" he said half joking.

"Either tell them you don't know me or knock them out and dump them in the river."

Conner and Matt laughed at that, but the girls only looked horrified, not getting that it was a joke. Becker walked into the elevator and pressed the button. The doors closed and he was gone, as if he was leaving to go home from yet another working day.

Jess, Conner, Abby and Emily all started chatting about how similar and different Baby Becker was to their normal Becker. However, Matt was in not paying attention. Their Becker. They were talking about their Becker, because that was what he is. He was their Becker and they weren't going to let anyone else have him or hurt him... Well, they could try to make sure that he didn't get hurt, but it was Becker, so it was going to extremely hard.

There and then, Matt understood why Lester almost had a heart attack from the fact that Becker had once been torn to shreds by five future predators and walked out of hospital perfectly fine within a month, when he should have been there for six months to a whole year. It was because that was typical of Becker. Typical of him to protect the team, to throw himself in at the deep end and fight his way out, or for him to take the hit for them and walk away just fine. He healed right up, and very quickly. He was almost unable to die.

Therefore, as Becker left the ARC, his day of being a baby and the rest of the Arc team being parents, were over.

Becker's baby days were gone for good.

Becker opened his front door, walked in and shut it behind him. He walked into his familiar flat and was happily greeted by his dog.

"Hello Lucy, how are you? Did you feed yourself okay whilst I was gone?" He knelt down to talk to her, but treated her like a normal person. Lucy was a very fit black Labrador. Becker never had to worry about Lucy much. He was never home and neither was she. Becker had trained Lucy far too well and when the army had heard of what she was capable of, they asked straight away if they could have her. Becker had agreed only if Lucy could come back and stay with him at times and was updated regularly of how she was. Right now, she was home and very capable at looking after herself.

Becker stood up and walked forward.

Walking forward meant that Becker then had the kitchen on his right. There was no wall or door, just an open area. There was a table in the middle of the kitchen that had cupboards under it. On the wall where the front door was, was the fridge with the sink next to it. When you looked straight ahead on that wall was a cooking surface with cupboards above and below. Becker saw that Lucy had opened the cupboard where he kept all of her food and that a big bag was open on the floor with dog food spilling out of it. Becker quickly tidied that up and left the kitchen, Lucy close behind him.

If you had carried on walking from the front door past the kitchen, you would be in the living room. It was a big open space about twice the size of the kitchen, maybe three. There was a giant window that stretched across the whole of it, looking out on the other flats and houses. In the living room, Becker had a black 34-inch flat screen TV on a stand with a DVD player. The room was all white and the floor was a light brown wood. There was a long brown sofa that could fit four people on. There was also a brown armchair. In front of the sofa and armchair was a low table where, if Becker was watching TV, he would put his coffee or alcoholic drink.

Above the TV, the wall there was filled with nothing but shelves. All of these shelves were covered in books and DVDs. The type of books Becker read were detective books, mystery books, horror books, WW1/2 and books all about guns. His DVD collection wasn't that different as he had detective movies, WW1/2 movies, movies about guns and most of all horror movies. Becker had about 5% detective movies, 10% on guns, 5% on WW1/2 and 80% horror. Becker could never get enough of horror movies, he loved them.

In the corner of the room was a big black piano. Becker could play it, but didn't that much. Leaning up again the piano was an electric guitar and a normal one. Becker could play the guitar a hell of a lot better than he could play piano. He had been told that he was a very good singer, but Becker never thought that much about his voice.

Along that wall were guns. Lots and lots of guns. All types of guns - and knives. Becker collected them and when he was on medical leave and could move, he would go out with some mates and go clay pigeon shooting or something like that. All his guns got used. Becker was also a good knife thrower. It ran in the family so it was no surprise.

If you went along that wall away from the piano, there would be stairs down. There were then two doors. One in the side that led to a big bathroom that had a toilet, sink and nice shower and the other at the end led to Becker's bedroom. Becker's bedroom was white as well. He had a long slide open wardrobe that was silver. He had a big window with black curtains. He had a double bed with black sheets. If any wounds that he had bled in the night, then it would leave a stain on black, and if it did, he could see it.

Becker was about to go and sit on the sofa with a beer, but the phone rang. Becker picked it up and flopped onto the sofa, kicking his feet onto the table. Lucy jumped up and cuddled next to her master.

"Hello?" Becker asked into the phone.

"Finally, you pick up! I've called you five times nearly; three of those times were from yesterday." shouted a woman's voice from down the phone.

"Lovely to speak to you to mother," Becker said sarcastically. "I had a problem at work. Nothing big. Just going to be in bed the whole day and getting Lucy to be getting me things when I need them if I need them." Becker explained so his mother wouldn't worry so much.

"Good, good. For a second there I thought I'd have to fly over from France in John's privet jet to come and look after you. I must admit that I wouldn't have minded one bit. These secret government meetings between the French government and England's one are deadly boring." She laughedand Becker joined in with her. Becker had then remembered something.

"Mother, what was I like as a baby?"

Becker's mother must have been taking a sip of a drink when he asked that as Becker heard her spit it out and gasp for air.

"Why do you ask that? Is it about what happened at work?" Becker's mother was smarter than most and was always able to link one thing to another. Becker smiled.

"Yes mother it was. Now, just tell me. For once, I really am all ears." Becker heard his mother sigh and he smiled as she started to talk about him in his baby days.

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