AN: I am trying to be good and update this as often as possible, but I'm finding it a little harder to do in practice. If anyone fancies being my beta, inbox me. This chapter's a little dark at the beginning, but hopefully the ending makes it a little better :)

I own nothing apart from Izzy. Enjoy

Christmas Eve had been and passed and before I knew it I was stood on the doorstep to Becker's flat. His Christmas presents in one hand and my food shopping in the other. I had given the others their presents yesterday and all seemed happy especially Cutter. I don't know why but the past few months, he'd been more of a father to me, then mine ever was.

My childhood had been very dark. I was in and out of care since my 8th birthday. My dad was a hopeless alcoholic after falling into debt. When he'd drunk too much, he'd lash out at me, hence why I was put into care. Then once my dad was sober enough he'd convince the authorities that he was well enough to look after me, he'd come off the drink so to speak, but only long enough to get rid of social services. I must have moved schools at least a dozen times and have a different name every time I moved just so that my dad could keep hold of me. When I was younger I used to think he did this because he truly loved me deep down, but now I know it was just to keep himself out of prison and nothing to do with me. You shouldn't look forward to the day someone dies, it's not the right way of thinking but believe me, I was grateful when he did. He'd made my life such a misery for nearly 10 years of my life and now I finally had someone who would look out for me and treat me like I was one of his own. On my first day I saw the way Connor doted on him. I'm presuming he had no father figure in his life seeing as he was looking after me, so Cutter kinda filled that place. To be honest I don't know what Connor would do if Cutter wasn't around. Sure he'd have me and Abby and Becker but-

I don't want to think about that prospect. I have had too much death in my short life, and right now I don't want any more.

Anyway enough of my past life, I'm still stood on Becker's doorstep daydreaming when the door opens with yours truly stood in the doorway. For once I'm surprised because he's not wearing black but a red checkered shirt and jeans. (Very nice by the way! Perhaps he does own some colour!). I seem to daydream more then anyone I know but then again when you've got the most gorgeous man to daydream about it get kind of tricky.

Becker goes to help me with my food shopping and gestures for me to come inside his flat. I walk into the hallway which is very plain and into the living room. Based on first impressions I thought that Becker would be a minimalist, with not so much furniture but I was surprised to see walls full of photos and technology. Some photos of Connor and Abby, others of Cutter and some of his soldiers. But one stood out the most. A picture of me, one that I never knew was taken. An action shot of sorts but with the hugest smile on my face and no one else around me. I couldn't remember when it could have been taken. I don't remember anyone with a camera randomly taking photos.

"That was the day when you shot your first bullseye" Becker walked up behind me. I remembered that day vividly now that it was brought to my mind. The feel of Becker's body against mine whilst he taught me how to hold and shoot a gun properly, so that I could go out in the field. Ok so that was actually my first day at the ARC and since then I had been on sick leave but I don't remember it being taken.

"I got it off the CCTV, I wanted a picture of our new addition to the team and that one seemed perfect. I hope you don't mind." Becker smiled sheepishly at me.

"No, I don't mind. It just took me by surprise, I had you as someone who bottled up his feelings and didn't show them for anyone."

Now it was my time to act sheepishly.

"I got you a present, I hope you like it." I gave Becker the long box that contained the only gun that he didn't own and his Next voucher. I hoped to God that he would like it.

Becker took his present and led us over to his black leather couch. He carefully opened each end of the present and then opened the case to reveal his new pride and joy. Becker looked at me in shock.

"Is this what I think it is?"

I nodded my head, smiling.

"I don't know what to say. Izzy, how did you get hold of this?"

"I did a little digging and I have a few friends that are ex military. Lester made sure you had the licence for it so that you could officially use it at work." I smiled. God he looked adorable. Like a cat who had got the cream.

"Thank you. I presume the gift voucher comes with a condition? Believe me Abby has been trying to get me to go shopping for the past month."

"You have to come shopping with me, so I can at least try to influence your decision. But based on what you're already wearing I don't think you need any help."

"Thanks!"

"It's just all I ever do is see you in black, I bet Abby and Connor do as well. You could use some colour!"

"Well I'll bear that in mind when we go shopping. Here I want you to have this."

Becker passed me a small box wrapped in green paper with a red bow. I honestly hadn't expected him to buy me anything. So I carefully undid the paper to see a blue jewellery box underneath.

"What have you been buying me?"

Becker nodded in my direction to encourage me to open the box. When I did I noticed a small silver locket. Plain and simple, but beautiful nevertheless.

"Open it." Becker pleaded.

I opened the locket to see two pictures, one of Connor and the other of a woman I didn't recognise.

"Why did you fill my locket up with a picture of Connor and a random woman?"

"they're your family." I took note of the "they're". The woman was part of my family? I looked closely at the pictures, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The resemblance between the two photos. The woman was my mum.

Becker knew that I'd realised who the woman was and put his arm around me in a friendly hug.

"Where did you get this from?"

"Connor helped me. The locket was your grandmother's, and I thought the pictures may be nice as a reminder of the family you didn't have when you were younger but do have now."

"I don't know what to say. Thank you. Just thank you."

I grab Becker into a huge bear hug as we break apart Becker smiles his most gorgeous smile at me and leans in for the sweetest and most chaste kiss I've ever had and of course I couldn't help but kiss him back! We break apart with our forheads touching.

"Merry Christmas Becker."

"Merry Christmas Izzy."