Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or Becker. I wish.
A/N: Bit more light-hearted, this one. And a little more thought on Sarah. Hope you like it.
Becker threw his keys. Thud. They landed on the floor. He groaned. Great. Bad aim means bad night. He sighed. At least it had been a half-decent day. No-one had died, despite Connor's best attempt to get eaten by a G-rex. Well, ok, people had died, but not the people with whose safety he had been charged with. So that was a bonus. And apparently, they had been idiots and slimeballs anyway.
Becker frowned. Was he really that callous? No, he couldn't be. He supposed it was because he hadn't known them, and because he had been focused on other things at the time. Like keeping the team alive, which was a miracle in itself.
His mind once more returned to Sarah. He knew that they couldn't really get involved. For one thing, Lester would probably kill them if they even tried. Although, Abby and Connor got away with living together, and also got away with being as awkward as … two very awkward things. Hmm.
For another thing, they rarely had any time together at work, as he was always dealing with anomalies, while she worked in the lab. He sighed. It was hopeless. Although, you only need a few seconds to ask her out for a drink, his mind pointed out. Yes, but … but … he floundered, trying to think of an excuse.
Groaning out loud, Becker stood up, and, despite the key incident, decided to have an early night. Then he remembered Danny Quinn. Damn! He trudged to the desk, already regretting not delegating the paperwork to someone else. Sighing as he sat down, he began to go through and write up reports about the kamikaze idiot of a biker with no respect for authority. At least Jenny hadn't invited him to join the team. That would have been a disaster.
A/N: So, the next chapter will probably be more Danny, also some mouldy fungus. Please review!