I really can't stop writing this story, it's so much fun. Oh, well. Let me know what you think. Honestly, I love reviews and constructive criticism. :D

Becker's POV

Becker woke the next morning with Jess wrapped around him. He smiled as her hair brushed across his chest from her breathing. The clock next to the bed told him it was time for both of them to wake up and get ready for work. Becker huddled back down in the blanket enjoying warmth coming from Jess. He'd rather stay ensconced in the flat with Jess for a few days, but the ARC was calling, literally. He could hear Connor's familiar ringtone drifting in from the kitchen. Becker rolled out of bed with a sigh doing his best not to wake Jess, who just snuggled deeper into the warm recesses of the comforter. Becker slipped on a pair of cotton drawstring pants and made his way out to the main area of the flat, trying to remember where he'd tossed his phone last night. He eventually found it between the couch cushions, it had stopped ringing once and he'd thought he'd lost it but trust Connor to keep calling until he picked up.

"What is it?" he asked and wasn't horrible surprised when Abby answered.

"Are you still pissed at Connor?" Becker winced at the reminder of how rude he'd been last night, but in the heat of the moment it had seemed like a good idea.

"He has really bad timing," Becker said. Abby chuckled on the other end of the line.

"He really does. Anyway, Lester wants to know if you and Jess are coming in to day." Becker cocked an eyebrow in response to the last thing she said.

"Did he actually say he'd let us have the day off?"

"Actually it was more like a tell them to get their asses here, question."

"Right, we'll be there in an hour." Becker hung up the phone and set it down on the counter gentler than he had the night before. Sighing his disappointment, Becker went to wake up Jess. To his surprise she was already in the shower, he hadn't known she could move that quietly. He was more than tempted to join her, but he knew they'd never get to work on time if he did. Instead he focused on making breakfast for the two of them, which took all of his concentration seeing as he wasn't a very good cook. The eggs he was working on took up so much of his focus that he nearly jumped when Jess wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss between his bare shoulder blades.

"Sorry," she said, not looking at all like she was. Becker frowned at her outfit. Her grey skirt was as short as ever and she was wearing a low cut pink sweater. She looked sexy as hell, but Becker was surprised by the long sleeves of the shirt. He had a feeling he knew why she'd suddenly foregone her usual short sleeves, and he didn't like it.

"How are your wrists Jess?" he asked folding his arms over his chest to keep from finding out for himself.

"They're fine," she said. Becker's eyes narrowed as she subconsciously tugged her sleeves down a little farther.

"Let me see," he ordered. Jess rolled her eyes and pulled up her sleeves showing Becker the dark bruises.

Jess' POV

Jess saw Becker deflate when he looked at her wrists. She could tell he still felt bad about being so rough.

"Hey," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. They stayed like that for a minute before Jess pulled back.

"I'm not made of glass you know," she said, "I can handle a little rough treatment now and then," Jess couldn't resist teasing him a bit and smirked. "I believe there's evidence on you that proves I even enjoy it." Becker didn't blush often, but this was one of those few times that Jess got to enjoy the sight of his cheeks turning red. Jess let go of him and walked over to turn off the burner under the eggs that were already looking a little overcooked.

"Then why the long sleeves," he pointed out.

"Because I don't want to have to make up an excuse when people ask about them," she said, "I like to keep my sex life just that. Mine." Becker raised an eyebrow in what Jess hoped was interest.

"Do I get any insight into your preferences?" he said, his voice coming out a low growl.

"I think you already got an introduction to them last night," she said with a twinkle in her eye. She poured them both a glass of orange juice and took a long drink, licking the remnants from her lips when she finished.

"How's your shoulder by the way?" Jess said with a coy smile, her eyes on the obvious bruise she'd left. It was kind of sexy when she thought about him walking around all day with her mark on him. She hadn't thought it was possible, but he got even redder.

"I need to get ready," he mumbled, gently pushing past her. Jess jumped when he slapped her firmly on the ass.

"That's for teasing," he whispered in her ear. Becker disappeared into the hall leaving Jess smiling in the kitchen. Jess decided this fun side of Becker was someone she wanted to see more of. She threw some sausages in a pan and waited for Becker to finish.

Breakfast went by quickly, mostly because they didn't have much time before they had to be at the ARC. Becker insisted on clearing the hallway before letting her out. Jess thought it was a bit over the top, but she let it go to make him feel better. He led her down the bright hallway her bright heels tapping quietly on the thinly carpeted floor.

"Heels really aren't the best shoes to wear when you're being stalked."

"But they make me look good," Jess said and was rewarded by a quirk of Becker's lips.

"They also give away your position every time you move." Jess started to answer, but was interrupted by a crash of shattering glass. Becker rushed to the door only to turn around and push Jess back up the stairs, pulling out his phone out as they ran. Jess was positive the only thing keeping her from doing a face plant onto the floor was Becker's hold on her arm. When she stumbled he simply swept her up and carried her up the stairs. Jess would have found it sexy, if she wasn't so confused about what the hell was going on. Becker set her down in front of his door, opened it and pushed her through in five seconds flat. He slammed the door closed and threw the bolt closed. He cursed under his breath as he pounded the keys on his phone.

"Becker? What's going on?" Jess asked feeling a little close to hysteria. She could hear sirens in the distance. It sounded like they were getting closer. She had started to walk to the window, curious about whatever was going on outside, but Becker's sharp voice stopped her.

"Stay away from the window's Jess." he said harshly, startling her enough that she stumbled back.

"Sorry, it's just...," he stopped and Jess could hear a voice on the other end of the line.

"Jess and I need a ride to the ARC." he said. Jess looked at Becker confusion written on her face. Becker put the call on speaker to include Jess in the conversation.

"And what is wrong with your mode of transportation?" Lester's dry voice filled the room. Becker looked at Jess when he answered.

"Someone set it on fire."