Hey everyone :D ... Please don't hit me ... I KNOW this chapter has been a long time coming ... I'M SORRY :'(

I got my AS results ... I didn't do so well, so a lot of my time has been taken up with trying to figure out what happens next. :/

But it's here now.

It isn't the last :P I just had to drag it out a little more ;)

This one has to be dedicated to Heyrandomgirl because she actually sent me a message to ask me to update :D So thank you so much

I don't own Primeval, but I wish I did.

Enjoy anyway :)

'Where's Jess?' Becker demanded as soon as he was through the door to see the ADD empty. Matt shrugged

'Dunno mate' he said

'Connor?' the young scientist shook his head

'Abby?' she just bit her lip

'I don't know Becker' she said

With that, Becker immediately turned around and made to exit.

'Captain Becker!' he unwillingly halted, then he faced his boss

'Yes sir?'

'Make sure she's alright' Lester inclined his head 'we don't need the morale of the team to drop.' Then, as if worried he'd been caught being nice, he turned and headed back into his office.

Becker was in his car in less than a minute.

On the way to Jess's he hit road works … lots of road works. Becker yelled in frustration, he wanted to radio in for an alternate route but the only person who could have given him one was the reason for his being here.

This is a good thing he told himself. She was probably just late, that's all, due to the traffic.

But no matter how he worded it, he didn't feel any better until he was outside her flat.

Becker took a deep breath. Here he was, about to break every rule that he had ever set for himself; leave private matters private, if he was too close to a situation, let others handle it. But this was about Jess, and wherever she was concerned all of his rules meant nothing. So he sprinted up the steps and banged on her door

'Jess?' he called out

There was no answer

'Jessica!'

Nothing

'Jess, please open the door!' yes … when Jess was concerned, he wasn't above begging, there was no sound from within.

Desperately hoping that she wasn't in the shower, Becker brought his shoulder to the door once, twice and he was in.

The scene that greeted him was like something out of a horror movie, his own personal version of Hell. There was blood and broken glass everywhere, china ornaments had been smashed and red stained the white walls and floor, there were scratches and dents in the laminate wood, as if someone had been thrown downwards with force and then struggled to get away.

But get away she had not, for the site that drew his unwilling gaze was Jess; slumped against the far wall, a pool of her own blood lay around her, and still more was dripping from her open wounds, she wasn't moving.

'Jess' Becker whispered, the floor dropped away and he was falling inside his head … this isn't happening. Becker crossed the room and knelt beside her, his fingers found her throat, he couldn't feel a pulse

'No' he tried again on her wrists, desperately trying to find something that tied her to life.

Agonizing seconds passed before he felt a flutter beneath her pale skin, it was faint, so faint, but it was there. Becker let out a sigh of relief, and radioed into the ARC for a medical helicopter, remembering even in his preoccupied state that an ambulance would take time that Jess didn't have. The rest of the team were instantly on the comms

'What happened?'

'Are you alright?'

'Where's Jess?'

'Is she alright?'

'Becker! Talk to us!'

But he couldn't bring himself to, he tuned out the voices and concentrated on Jess' almost nonexistent breathing, checking over her injuries and cursing at the one on the back of her head; and at several others that were deep enough to cause worry. Any injury to Jess caused him worry, but this … this was astronomical. Becker forced himself to breathe, to remain calm. To not panic and to resist the urge to yell at her to wake up and not to leave him and to never leave his sight again.

He wasn't aware that a tear was rolling down his cheek until he wiped it away with his hand. He stared at the wet streak on his palm, surprised. He had not cried since he was a child, since he was ten years old and he had fallen out of a tree and broken his arm on a branch the way down. He had hated to see the pain on his parents faces, so he had resolved never to cry again.

But Jess … Somehow, had caused him to break his childish oath. He closed his hand on hers tightly,

'I'm sorry Jess' he whispered 'I'm so sorry' He wasn't sure what he was apologising for, the fact that he could have prevented this? That it happened at all? That he was crying? That he was scared? That it had taken for him to see her in this pain to realise just what she meant to him?

He settled for the option of 'All of the above'

Just as Becker leaned forward to place his lips to her forehead the sound of a helicopter registered and all of a sudden a medical team of six burst in, rushing over to where Jess lay; they pushed Becker aside and started doing medical things that Becker didn't understand or care about, his only concern was being separated from Jess. He followed the medics with a sharp focus as they carried Jess out on a stretcher, he gave as much information as he could, which was pitifully little and was granted admission to the helicopter. He sat in silence, ignoring the complicated words of the medical team and turned off his comm to shut out the voices of his worried co-workers, his world contained nothing but him and Jess. If he could save her with will alone then she would already be sitting up. But he couldn't.

He remained silent all the way to the hospital; he just held Jess's hand and looked as if his entire life was crumbling around him. Which it was.

Abby, Connor, Matt, Emily and Lester met him at the hospital

'What happened?' demanded Abby immediately striding over to him, Becker just shook his head and sat heavily on one of the stupidly cheerful orange chairs, unable to erase the moment they wheeled Jess away from him into theatre.

'Becker?' Matt said, breaking him out of his reverie by laying a hand on his shoulder 'You alright mate?'

Becker hesitated; normally he would insist that he was fine. But this time, he wasn't. He shouldn't push everyone away like Jess had, like he always did. He just shook his head again and Abby made a choked noise, as if guessing how bad it must be. Connor put his arm around her and she leaned into his chest. Becker felt an intense pain flash through him at this sight. That's what he wanted. He wanted that utter closeness that brought so much comfort to both involved. He wanted to hold Jess like that, protect her from the world and give her anything she wanted. His hands balled into fists and he dropped his head, a bright orange streak in his periphery vision. The chairs were so like Jess, he realised suddenly. The only splash of colour in this bleak environment, constantly present and cheerful, no matter what went on around them. Becker felt his shoulders shake and someone sat next to him and leaned their hand against his arm, for half a second, Becker was certain it was Jess; and then he looked up and saw Emily smiling sadly at him. He stretched his lips in an attempt to return the gesture. He drew a hand across his face to bring him back to reality. He was glad they were here, all of them. Even Lester who so far, hadn't spoken, which was worrying; he was pale, and there was no sarcasm in his expression, only the same worry in everyone else's . . . Jess has done this he thought admiringly, no one else could have brought us together like this, if anyone else had been hurt there would have been different reactions from different people. And I would have detached myself.

An hour later and no one had moved bar Connor who had disappeared for ten minutes to go to the bathroom and returned with a handful of chocolate bars which he passed around. Becker looked at his and almost laughed at the irony. He handed it back to a baffled Connor

'Nothing with orange in it' he said with a small grin. Wordlessly, the young scientist swapped the chocolate, sensing that now was not a good time to ask questions.

Time passed, Becker lost count of the amount of times that he glanced up when a doctor strode by, no news yet. The not knowing was worse than knowing something terrible. 'No news was good news' Lester said once, but when the others stared at him incredulously he shut up and looked down at his perfectly tailored shoes, looking mollified, which was probably a first.

Matt was holding Emily, whose head rested on his shoulder as she had dozed off an hour or so before; Becker again felt that jealousy stir as Matt planted a kiss to Emily's hair. Abby and Connor were curled up together on three of the plastic chairs; Connor seemed to be fighting sleep while Abby stroked his hair. Lester was just sitting opposite Matt, not speaking. Becker had begun pacing, to the end of the corridor and back, he began counting steps, and paces, and chairs, and anything that kept Jess's pale, lifeless face out of his head.

It had been Darren. Of that he was certain. But as much as he wanted to leave and find the toad and greet him with an EMD, he couldn't bring himself to put any more distance between himself and Jess. He needed to be there if … when she woke up. Besides, thinking practically, Darren would be long gone by now. It's not like he was carrying on the pretence of being the loving boyfriend. Becker's teeth ground together and his fists clenched at that thought, and the thought of him getting away with it was unbearable, but so was the thought of leaving Jess. And Jess took priority.

So he stayed.

He stayed all night, even when the others began to sleep, he continued pacing, ignoring them. Even Lester had succumbed to exhaustion, called his wife to tell her that a colleague was in hospital and dozed, sitting up. Becker couldn't exactly imagine Lester curling up like Emily was.

Becker fought the tiredness; he couldn't have slept even if he had tried.

At around four the next morning, when the chairs had proven too uncomfortable for any of them to continue sleeping, another doctor was heading towards them, they all stared at him warily. He walked up to Becker, sensing through years of experience of dealing out news, that he was the one whose life rested entirely on what he was about to say.

Please don't hit me ... I'm sorry, I had to leave it there, I know I'm cruel :P

I hope you enjoyed it

Please tell me what you think, good bits, bad bits and cheesy bits :P

I hope I got the worry across, and the tension.

I should be updating within the week ... SHOULD .. I promise nothing :P

Love you all

Love Tibbins xx