First off I wanted to redo this whole chapter as soon I I posted it. Then I want to thank Angel Monroe for her wonderful review, which promptly smacked my muse upside her head and told her to get back to work. I hope this chapter lives up to her expectations. Thank You, thank you, thank you. I got this rewrite don in the same amount of time as it took for the original and it's so much better. I hope you all enjoy it.

Becker's POV

Becker screeched to a halt in front of Jess' flat, ignoring the fact that his truck was parked at an angle, partially impairing traffic. Ignoring the angry honking and yelling from other motorists he took off up the stairs leading to Jess' home. He took the stairs two at a time, nearly sliding past the right door in his haste as he tried to stop quickly. He pounded his fist on the door, not even noticing the pain shooting through his wounded knuckles every time he hit the solid door.

"Jess," he yelled, eliciting worried glances from a woman down the hall entering her own door down the hall. It dawned on him that knocking aggressively on the door and yelling was probably not the best way to let a woman who was terrified of a stalker know you want to come in. He quickly adjusted his method and knocked firmly on the door.

"Jess? It's Becker, open the door.' He said gently, but still loudly enough to be heard inside. The woman down the hall was watching him with her mobile in her hand, most likely with the emergency number dialed and just waiting for an excuse to press the send button. He felt a slight blush of embarrassment creep up his neck and knocked on the door again after a minute of silence.

"Jess? Answer me please." He was nearly begging and that scarred him almost as much as any creature. Screw it, he thought, I'll deal with the police when they show up. He backed up, ready to kick down the door, when it flew open and Jess barreled into him. He wrapped his arms around her and stumbled back a few feet from the force of her charge out the door. Becker glanced down at Jess, who was sobbing into his jacket, then at the woman at the end of the hall. She had visibly relaxed after Jess had unwittingly acknowledged him as one of the good guys. He sent her a nod of thanks which she returned before walking into her own flat and closing the door. Becker pulled away from Jess, surprised at how reluctant he was to let go of her. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze and felt a rush of anger towards the man responsible for filling them with tears.

"What happened Jess?" He asked. Jess didn't speak, but lead him into the flat. She stopped a good five feet away from the mess in the kitchen and pointed. The picture was lying where it had fallen, surrounded by the spilled chocolates. Becker squatted and took a picture of the photo and the words written on it. He stood up quickly and steered Jess around the mess and towards her bedroom with his hand on the small of her back. His face was blank, but his eyes were filled with rage.

"Pack a bag," he ordered, "We're leaving in five minutes." His tone left no room for argument, though he doubted that Jess was in any mood to disagree. Becker watched as she quickly packed a few things into a small purple suitcase and made a mental note to have Abby come pack a bigger bag for her. He doubted she could fit enough into that suitcase for as long as it was going to take to catch this guy.

"We're gonna get this guy," He said out loud. Jess paused what she was doing and looked at him. "I promise." Jess nodded and resumed shoving as much in the case as humanly possible.

Becker's fists were clenching and unclenching as he led Jess down to his truck. He'd carried her suitcase down the stairs and now she was rolling it quickly behind her on the concrete. His eyes darted back and forth, catching all the movement on the street on the street around them. The only problem was he had no idea what he was looking for. Having an unknown enemy was new to him. He was used to knowing exactly who he was fighting. He was a soldier and in the military his enemy was whoever his C.O. pointed him to. At the A.R.C. he shot at whatever was trying to eat him, though the idea of shooting Matt was not unappealing. This stalker whole stalker thing was uncharted territory for him, and he didn't like it one bit. Once Jess was safely seated in the passenger seat of his truck, Becker's frustration got the better of him and he tossed the bag into the truck bed with a little more force than he'd intended. He saw Jess jump through the back window and sighed. He ran a hand through is hair and took a few deep breaths to get his heart rate back under control. He walked around to his side of the car, pausing to make an obscene gesture at a passing motorist who was less than pleased with his parking job. Becker's frown deepened as he threw open his door. His reaction to the honking car had been so out of character that he knew he was in trouble. He settled into his seat and pulled on his seatbelt, he glanced at Jess to make sure she was secured before starting the engine and pulling out into traffic.

Jess was unusually quiet making Becker glance over at her, she was shaking. Becker wasn't sure if it was from the cold, in their haste they'd forgotten her jacket, or from fear. Becker reached into the back seat of the extended cab and pulled out his extra jacket. He placed it over her with a little difficultly with his free hand, trying to keep his eyes on the road. The movement seemed to rouse Jess from whatever trance she was in and she pulled the black military jacket tightly around her, smiling a thank you to him. He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding when she turned her gaze back to the passing street. He'd been worried that she was losing her normally bubbly personality. That would be pretty awful since Jess was known for her personality, bright clothing and short skirts. Becker shifted slightly when he thought about the tiny skirts she normally wore to work. His mind really shouldn't go there right now, but he was a man after all and she looked damn good in those things. He glanced back at Jess who was still shaking slightly and reached over to grab the hand that was still outside of the jacket. Jess looked up at him her eyes wide with surprise. At least he hoped it was surprise and not fear. He was as shocked as she was, he hadn't meant to take her hand, but he had so he figured he'd keep it. He didn't want to freak her out any more than she already was. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand in what he hoped was a calming manner. She relaxed visibly and closed her eyes leaning her head back against the head rest. After a moment he slowly took his hand away and used the tough screen to call Connor's, hoping the boy genius was still at the A.R.C. Soon Connor's voice came over the speaker system.

"What can I do for you Action Man?" Becker sighed at the use of the nickname Connor had bestowed on him his first day on the job, but at least it was better than Soldier Boy.

"Don't go back to the flat," Becker said without preamble, "Jess' stalker sent a package to the house."

"Is she okay?" Connor's voice had lost all of the playfulness that was normally there, and Becker had a feeling he was talking to the Connor who had spent a year surviving in hostile territory.

"She's fine, but it's better for everyone if no one stays there for a while." He said.

"Abby and I have to pack our bags, but then we'll be outta there quick." Connor said. Becker could hear Abby in the background asking questions.

"Do me a favor and have Abby pack more of Jess' clothes for her. We didn't have enough time to pack enough to last more than a few days. Then get the keys for the company flat and stay there until this blows over."

"Okay," Connor drew the word out, his way of letting people know he had more to say, "You know it's a one bedroom flat right."

"Guess you'll have to sleep on the couch when you piss Abby off," Becker said knowing it was only a matter of time before Connor did something to make his girlfriend mad.

"Very funny," Connor said, "But seriously, where's Jess going to stay?"

"With me," Becker said. Jess snapped her head around to look at him, this time the shock was written all over her face. He hung up the phone before Connor could say something clever and looked over at Jess.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked. Part of him was afraid she'd say no. He tensed when she shook her head.

"You don't have to do this," she said. Becker relaxed a little recognizing that she wasn't refusing outright. "I can check into a hotel…"

"It's fine Jess. I have an extra bedroom, besides it's easier this way." Jess looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Becker felt himself blushing again. He hated that she could do that. "Lester and I think you need round the clock protection."

"When was this decided?" She squeaked.

"After you left. We discussed what the next step was if the stalking got any worse. Which it did," he stopped her before she could argue. "So you're stuck with me until this whole thing is resolved."

"Thank you," Jess said softly after a minute of silence. Becker looked over at her, a little worried that she had conceded so fast, and saw how fragile she looked. His insides twisted strangely and he focused on getting her to his place as fast as he could.

Jess' POV

Jess jumped as Becker closed the door behind them, and then silently scolded herself for being such a coward.

"I'll put your bag in the spare room, just…" Becker trailed off gesturing awkwardly with one hand, "make yourself at home." He walked down the hall and out of sight, leaving Jess to take his words to heart. She started her exploration in the living room. She was surprised at how stark everything was. The walls were white and there was nothing hanging on the wall that would make her think of it as someone's home. There was a couch, coffee table and entertainment center, all in black much to her amusement. Becker seemed to have a penchant for that color, or lack of color. The couch hardly looked like it was used at all, in fact the whole room looked a bit like a hotel. She'd expected sparse furnishings and decorations, due to the military upbringing, or even a messy bachelor pad, but she'd thought there would be something to mark the space as Becker's. She sat on the couch and her eyes were instantly drawn to a leather book on the lower shelf of the coffee table. She turned to make sure the coast was clear before pulling it onto her lap. The first page was a picture of the old team; Cutter, Sarah, Danny, Connor, Abby and Becker. Becker had his arm around Sarah and he was actually smiling. Page after page were filled with pictures of the team just hanging around the ARC, and Becker was smiling in every one of them. Jess smile sadly and traced his smile on the last picture, her heart breaking with the thought of all the pain he'd gone through to erase that easy smile.

"Jess," Becker's voice behind her made her jump and dropped the album to the floor, she replaced it quickly feeling a little guilty for invading his privacy like that. She turned to Becker trying to hide the blush that was slowly sweeping up from her chest to her forehead. Luckily Becker didn't seem to notice her discomfort, or it he did he was contributing it to her stalker. For once Jess was almost thankful to the crazy person who was making her life hell. Becker handed her the towels he had in his hand.

"We're going to have to share the bathroom, and I figured you'd like to get cleaned up. So why don't you take a shower and I'll order some dinner." Becker looked so horribly uncomfortably that it was cute. Jess had to stifle the urge to laugh. She could tell this whole situation was new to him, and she could almost imagine how awkward he felt right now. She decided to spare him any more discomfort and took the towels.

"Thanks," she said with a smile and walked towards where she assumed the bathroom was.

Becker's POV

Becker watched her go and waited till he heard the tap turn on before he sagged against the white walls of the apartment. She was going to kill him he decided. He was already having trouble not imagining her stripping out of her clothes and stepping into his shower. He shook his head to clear his mind and set about finding them some food. He flicked through the takeout menus and settled on Chinese, since it was the only thing he knew she likes. Besides chocolate, he thought to himself and smiled as he remembered the look of shock on her face when he'd set that chocolate bar on the ADD. He frowned again and walked over to the photo album he kept in the living room. He opened it to the first page. That's why you can't get close to anyone, he said to himself as he stared at the images of Cutter, Sarah and Danny smiling like there was nothing in the world they had to worry about. It hurt too much when he lost them, and he would lose more friend s in the years to come. It was something he couldn't avoid. He shut the album with a snap and placed it back in its normal spot. He walked over to the phone and placed an order with his favorite Chinese restaurant.

Jess' POV

She couldn't believe she was standing in Becker's shower. The hot water poured out of the massaging showerhead relaxing the tension out of her neck and shoulders. Jess absorbed the feeling of safety as she began to wonder if this situation was a dream come true or a nightmare. She had a huge crush on Becker, which he most likely knew about, hell the whole ARC had probably figured it out. Staying at his house created whole new ways for her to embarrass herself. Oh well, she thought to herself turning off the water, after realizing she was using up all the hot water, I might as well make the best of it. Jess yawned, not realizing just how tired she was until she stepped out of the shower. She toweled off and looked for the PJ's she'd brought with her. She almost stopped breathing when she saw there weren't any clothes on the sink. Frantically she looked around the bathroom hoping they'd just fallen of the sink only to realize she hadn't brought any in with her. It usually didn't matter since she had an on suite bathroom at home, but this had catastrophe written all over it. Jess took a moment to try and figure out what to do. She figured she could make a run for it since her room was just down the hall. She just hoped Becker was busy in the living room. She took a deep breath and walked into the hall, just as Becker rounded to corner. They both stood immobilized staring at each other. Jess noticed for the first time that Becker had taken off his jacket and was wearing just a black under shirt and jeans. She guess that he must have been changing when she called and thrown on his jacket to rush to help her. Jess watched as his eyes ran over her his mouth hanging open a little in shock. She bit her lip in embarrassment and he spun around.

"Uh," he said quietly trying to clear his throat, "There's food on the table." Jess started edging her way towards her room.

"Thanks," she said when she was within reach of the door. She stepped inside and closed the door quickly before smacking herself in the head with her palm.

"Brilliant Jess. Oh course you should make a run for it. It's only a few feet." She scolded herself as she slipped into a tank and a pair of small sleep shorts. She tossed the towel on top of her suitcase and hugged one of the pillows to her chest. She groaned at the awkward moment she knew was coming when she went back outside and fell onto her side in the middle of the bed.

Becker's POV

The food had already arrived and he'd set up what was pretty much a buffet. The water had been shut off a while ago after what had been a pretty long shower, which she deserved. Becker figured it was safe to knock on her door and let her know there was food. He turned the corner into the hall just as Jess stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but an incredibly small towel. For a moment they stood there stock still staring at each other, both at a loss of what to say. Becker watched a flush start at her toes, which he noticed were painted a light blue, and travel upwards to where her damp hair dangled around her shoulders curling slightly. Jess bit her bottom lip as the blush hit them and he swallowed hard.

"Damn," he said and quickly turned around. "Uh," he said quietly trying to clear his throat, "There's food on the table."

"Thanks," he heard her say. He didn't turn around until he heard her door shut with a click. He rested his head against the wall with a groan. This was definitely going to be torture.

It had been fifteen minutes since the incident in the hall and Becker was quickly getting a little worried when she didn't come out to eat. He sighed and stood up, making his way towards her room. He knocked lightly on her door.

"Jess?' he said softly, he decided to risk it when there was no answer and turned the knob slowly. He stuck his head in the door cautiously, very much like he did when he was clearing a room during a creature incursion. Jess was fast asleep on the bed wrapped around one of the pillows. He crept quietly over to the bed and pulled the covers over her, then left the room before he did something he'd regret. Like kiss her goodnight.

After cleaning up all the food, he decided it was time to get to work on Jess' problem. He switched on the laptop he'd brought from the ARC. It was linked with Jess' email so he and Connor could monitor the messages sent from the Dead Man Walking, as Connor had dubbed him after seeing Becker's face post meeting. Becker thought the name fitting seeing as he wanted to kill the guy. Jess' email popped up on screen automatically and Becker's face darkened as he saw the messages. A few were new instant messages that he ignored, they were just more of the same creepy rambling about how they were destined to be together and all that rubbish, it was the new email that caught his eye. He opened the attachment and nearly threw the computer against the room. Pictures of Jess kept popping up on the screen, including a few of her threw her bedroom window, fortunately she was dressed in all of them, he could only imagine how she would feel if he had taken pictures of her when she wasn't. Becker scowled as he looked at the variety of lighting, outfits and hairstyles in the pictures. Her stalker had known where she lived for quite a while. Becker turned off the computer with a growl and was putting it away with a little more force than necessary when, Jess' phone rang. He answered it without hesitation, knowing only one person called her on this number.

"Come near her and I'll put a bullet in your head," he snarled.

"Who is this?" the voice was garbled, like he was using some kind of distortion device.

"Her boyfriend, now stay the hell away from her." There was a pause on the line.

"I won't let you take her from me." The stalker said firmly.

"Watch me," Becker hung up the phone and turned it off. He sat on the couch and ran his hands over his face. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, he thought. But in the end he didn't really care as long as the guy came after him and not Jess.