Sorry this chapter is so short. I promise the next one will have more action, but I hope you enjoy this one in the meantime.

Becker's POV

Becker could tell his opponent was smaller than him based on the size of the hand gripping the sleeve of his military issue jacket. Instinct took over and he instantly spun around to press his assailant against the wall. He felt a shock ripple through his body as he ended up pressed against soft curves. He had Jess against the wall with her hands pinned at the side of her head. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her lips were parted slightly as she took a few deep breaths. It took Becker a moment to remember that having Jess pinned to a wall was probably a bad idea, though his body seemed to have other ideas as it pushed closer for a few seconds. Becker dropped her hands first and took a step back, breathing a silent sigh of relief that her stalker hadn't found a way into the ARC. He crossed his arms and glared at her.

"Never startle a soldier Jess. It's not a good idea." He said trying to look serious when really he was trying to forget the feeling of her pressed against him. Jess rubbed her wrists with a dazed look on her face. Becker dropped his tough guy face and reached for her. He took her hands in both of his and rubbed his thumbs over the slightly reddened skin of her wrist. He was sorely tempted to kiss them, but figured having thrown her against a wall was a big enough sexual harassment case if he ever pissed her off.

"Jess? Are you alright?" He asked, his brow creased with a frown. His question and grip on her hands seemed to jolt her back to the world of the living. She swallowed and nodded quickly.

"I'm fine," she said, "It was my fault anyway. Surprising soldiers is probably a bad idea anyway." Becker raised an eyebrow, but wisely didn't point out that he'd said the same thing a few minutes ago. Jess shook her head and focused her attention back to him. She seemed to finally grasp the fact that Becker was still holding her hands and she jerked them away.

"I…, I should go." She stammered out and Becker curse himself for scaring her. He reached out and took hold of her arm as she passed him.

"Jess," he said as softly as he could to avoid scaring, or embarrassing her, any more than she already was. "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to frighten you.

"You didn't," Jess said, but Becker had a feeling she was just trying to make him feel better since she wouldn't look him in the eye. "I just…" Jess trailed off and sighed.

"Jess?" Becker said after a decent length of silence.

"I just don't want anyone else to know about what's going on. Okay?"

"I need to keep you safe," he said and suddenly hoped that she hadn't realized that he hadn't included the rest of the team in that statement.

"I don't want people to treat me differently." she said and dropped her eyes to the floor. She had that look on her face that made Becker wonder if she was really that vulnerable and innocent, or if she knew just how much that look made his heart squeeze inside his chest. He guessed it was the former, because she was too kind hearted to toy with people.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise." He said giving Jess one of his rare smiles. Jess smiled back, making him want to do anything to keep it on her face. Becker shook himself out of his thoughts and once again adopted the serious soldier attitude. "We'd better get back to work before Lester sends out a search party." He started for the door but turned before his feet stepped over the threshold. She looked so vulnerable standing there with her eyes glued to the floor, trying to hide the flush of color on her cheeks. Color he'd put there by scaring her half to death. "Don't leave the ARC without me for any reason. Alright?" he said, then frowned when she smiled and pushed passed him.

"Oh Becker, who knew you were such a softy." She teased walking out the door leaving Becker to watch her , surprised at how easily she could make him smile.

"I didn't hear a promise," he shouted after her. Jess just waved over her shoulder and disappeared around the corner.

Jess' POV

Jess waited until she was safely out of Becker's line of sight before collapsing against the wall. She had no idea how she'd managed to keep her wits about her, she pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks. She hadn't even thought of how he might react, she'd just wanted to talk to him about what they were going to do about the stalker story at the ARC. The last thing she'd expected was to be trapped between a wall and Becker. He thought he'd scared her, but the blush on her face, and she suspected most of her body, wasn't from fear. She shuddered pleasantly at the memory of him pushing into her harder for a second before backing up.

"Get a hold of yourself," she scolded out loud, then quickly glanced both ways down the long corridor to make sure there hadn't been any one around to hear her talking to herself. She sighed and tried to focus on things that should be more important. Like the person doing their best to make her life a living hell. She pulled the folded photo out of her pocket and stared at the words that were scrawled across it. It baffled her as to why she'd taken it, she'd reached down stuffed it in her pocket yesterday when Becker had stuck his head into the hall to make sure the coast was clear. It hadn't been a conscious choice, it was just suddenly in her hand and than in her pocket. She wanted to rip it up and throw it away, but she couldn't bring herself to actually do it. She'd been pretending it hadn't been going on for so long that she'd needed something to make it real. The picture and chocolates had done just that. It went from annoying and sometimes frightening phone calls, to something that could be held. Or hurt.

"Maybe it's time to figure out who it is," she said to herself. She hurried towards the op room, a plan forming in her mind.

Becker's POV

Connor was right where Becker figured he would be. The young computer wiz had his head bent over the keyboard of the laptop he'd been given the day he'd come back to officially work for the ARC again.

"Connor," Becker said walking up behind him. Connor squeaked in surprise and fell out of his chair, papers flying into the air. Becker did his best to hide his laughter, but he was pretty sure Connor could see his shoulders shaking.

"Jesus mate, do you ever make noise?" Connor asked fighting to stand. He slipped on a piece of paper that had floated down just a second before and Becker gave up.

"It's not that funny," Connor grumbled from his resumed seat on the floor, glaring at the soldier who was now doubled over in laughter. Becker schooled his face to stone once more, thanks to an abundance of military training, and held out a hand to help Connor up.

"It really was actually," he said. Connor ignored him and picked up the papers that lay scattered on the ground.

"All right Action Man. What do you need?" He asked, smiling at the frown on Becker's face.

"I want you to find Jess' stalker." Becker said. Connor stared at him for a moment.

"Straight to the point I see. How do you want me to do that?"

"I don't know. Do some fancy computer thing to track him down." Becker said waving a hand at the computer sitting on Connor's desk. Connor just smiled, clearly enjoying having the upper hand against Becker for once.

"Connor, just shut up and…" Whatever Backer had been about to say was drowned out by the blaring of the anomaly alert. Both he and Connor sprinted towards the op room without another word.