I guess I was right when I said the next chapter would be up fast. I just couldn't stop writing! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry this one's so short.
Becker's POV
Becker reclined on the bed in one of the bedrooms of the company apartment. He'd checked all the windows and doors, and then set the alarm system so he would know if someone entered the moment they did. Now all that was left was to wait, and oh how he hated that part. Surprisingly there had been very little contact from the stalker since he'd had Jess give her phone to Connor. It was both a blessing and a curse, since Jess was now relaxing a bit more, but she also seemed to think that the danger might be disappearing as well. She was starting to pester him about going out somewhere. He knew she hated being locked up, or gilded cage as she liked to call it, hell normally he'd hate it too but he didn't mind as long as Jess was here and safe. Becker glanced over at the thin wall that separated their rooms and he knew Jess was getting settled in the other bedroom down the hall. If he closed his eyes Becker could imagine the sound of silk sliding over her skin, and he smell the scent of her shampoo as she let her hair fall out of that severe bun that she'd had it in all day. Becker rubbed his hands over his face, trying to erase the images from his mind. His thoughts had been drifting into that territory more than usual over that last few days. He couldn't allow anything, not even his own feelings, to jeopardize her safety.
"Becker!" Jess' scream was followed by a familiar sound that had Becker running to the door of his bedroom, grabbing his gun off the nightstand as he went. He wasn't sure where the shot had come from and headed in the direction of Jess' room, but the sight of a pale slim leg peeking out from the protection of the couch stopped him and had his blood running cold. Becker slowed instinctively watching the room for any threats. The only sounds were his breathing and the slow drip of the kitchen faucet. He could remember Jess complaining that the constant trickle was going to keep her awake.
"It's like Chinese water torture," she'd said with an adorable smile. Becker prayed to every god he could think of that he'd have a chance to see that smile again. The scent of iron grew stronger the closer Becker got to the couch. For the first time he could remember, since he was a recruit, Becker felt his stomach roll. When he glanced over the couch, he dropped his gun and ran to Jess' side. Her eyes stared, unfocused at the ceiling, blood soaking her pale blue blouse and pooling on the floor beneath her. Becker felt his eyes begin to water and he pulled Jess' still warm body into his lap. She was dead, he'd failed and he'd been right. It was worse than anything he'd ever felt before. He buried his face in Jess' neck and began to sob. The scuff of a shoe behind him alerted Becker to the presence of another person and the press of cold steel against the back of his neck told him it was too late.
"I told her you wouldn't take her from me," the man said, and pulled the trigger.