Just a quick note. I changed some of the things from episode 4x7 so it would fit my story better. In my story Becker is not at the prison, Howell is in charge instead while Becker's on medical leave and once again this is an entirely Becker chapter, but the next chapter is most likely gonna be all Jess, so it works out.
Becker's POV
Becker twisted in his chair, trying to work out the kinks in his spine and winced when his still sore ribs protested the movement. It was only his second day back at work and he was already itching to get back to the field. Unfortunately he'd only managed to con the doctor into clearing him for restricted duty, and Jess was still mad at him for that. She hadn't even let him "celebrate", especially since the last time had landed him back in the doctor's office the next morning when he'd woken up in agony.
Becker winced and automatically pulled away from the pain inflicted by the doctor's prodding of his ribs.
"Well," the doctor said, "You don't appear to have damaged the bones any more than they already were, but you may have caused some muscle damage." The doctor walked away from the exam table, pulling off his exam gloves with a snap. He picked up the chart lying nearby on the table and started scribbling. Becker used the silence to come up with what he hoped was a believable story for the question he knew was coming.
"What did you do last night that might have caused this?" the doctor asked, finally looking up from his clipboard.
And there it is, Becker said to himself. He sighed trying to buy a little more time to figure out what to say.
"I fell out of bed and landed on a shoe," he said, knowing it was a pretty bad excuse as soon as he said it, but it was all he could come up with. The doctor lifted his eyes from the paper to look at Becker through the lenses of his glasses. Becker could tell right away the doctor didn't believe him.
"And I'm the fucking Pope," he said. Becker's mouth fell open, he honestly wasn't expecting that reaction. The doctor sighed.
"Look, I can't treat you properly if you don't tell me the truth," he said dropping the clipboard onto the small desk next to him. "Care to try again?"
"I slept with my girlfriend alright." Becker crossed his arms, not particularly caring at the moment if he looked like a petulant child. The doctor just shrugged.
"You're not the first solider to do that." He'd said. Becker felt himself blush and couldn't help but get a little pissed when it seemed like the doctor was having a little too much fun at his expense.
"No one finds out about this or else," he growled at the doctor. The last thing he needed was people teasing Jess about using her feminine wiles to put him back in the hospital. The doctor looked rather amused and not a bit frightened. Becker guessed he got threatened by a lot of mortified soldiers and was now immune to the death glares Becker had worked so hard to perfect.
"Fine by me," the doctors walking to the door, "Just take it easy for the next few weeks and lay off the sex." The doctor left the room Before Becker could come up with a good retort. Muttering about doctor's being a pain in the ass Becker slid his shirt back on, wincing at the pain the slightest movement sent racing down his side. He was on his way out of the office when his chart caught his eye, and his curiosity got the better of him. He flipped the rather thick file open to the page for that day and stared at the reason for the visit. He smiled when he read.
"Patient reinjured ribs after falling of a couch."
Becker sighed tossing his pen onto the pile of untouched paper work on the desk. He was tempted to head to the ops room and hang out with Jess, but he didn't want to invite Lester's wrath since Lester might just send him home. The only thing worse than filling out paperwork, was sitting at home with nothing to do. The first week of leave hadn't been too bad simply because Jess had been with him, but once she'd had to return to work his days became filled with boredom.
The blaring of the anomaly alert made him jump from his chair, a move regretted when his ribs pulled painfully. He slowed to a quick jog as opposed to his usual all out run. Everyone else beat him to the ops room, which made him grumble a bit, but he quickly got into the routine.
"What've we got Jess?" he asked walking up behind her. Jess was busy typing away on the keyboard and didn't look at him.
"It's at prison about ten miles from here," she said. Howell reached around Becker to grab a black box surprising the captain who hadn't realized he was there.
"Are there any cameras?" Howell asked as he put in his ear piece. Jess hit a few more keys and shook her head.
"No. No cameras, you'll have to be your own eyes this time," Becker could tell she didn't like not being able to see what was going on to help the team. He put his hand on her shoulder with a comforting squeeze and was rewarded with a blinding smile. He couldn't help but smile back.
"If you two are done making goo-goo eyes at each other, can we get going." Howell said rolling his eyes. Becker and Jess both glared at him. Becker was about to tell him off when a small hand snaked through the screens of the ADD to grab a black box.
"You're the one who keeps talking," Katie said walking out from her hiding place. Becker raised an eyebrow and looked over at Howell, only to nearly burst out laughing at the look on the younger man's face.
"What are you doing Kate?" he asked Katie in a clipped tone. Katie glared at him while she clipped the black box to her black uniform pants.
"I'm getting ready to go, and I told you to call me Katie." she said in a tone that told him clearly that she thought he was an idiot.
"Where the hell is Phillips? And are you even qualified for field work?" Becker groaned when Howell spoke. He wondered if the young man knew just how deep he was digging the hole he was going to have to climb out of. Katie obviously felt the same way because if looks could kill, Howell would be squirming on the ground in agony from the look Katie was giving him.
"I'm perfectly capable of working in the field." She said coldly. Howell shook his head.
"I'm not risking a civilian in the field." He said firmly, Becker would even call it a snarl. Katie walked up to Howell and patted his on the shoulder.
"Sorry Howie," she said sweetly, "Lester's orders." Katie made her way to the garage without looking back at the young sergeant, who had a look of panic on his face. Becker would have laughed if the two of them hadn't been wasting time. He gave Howell a shove towards the door.
"Get moving Howell," he ordered gruffly. Howell snapped out of whatever trance he'd been in and quickly sprinted out the door, throwing a wave over his shoulder. Becker grinned despite himself. He was actually beginning to like Howell.
"Those two need to get their act together," he said watching Howell basically sprint down the hallway to catch up with the girl. He looked down when he felt Jess poke him in the arm.
"It took you long enough to figure out you were in love with me. Give them some time to figure it out." She said.
"Yeah, well I'm an idiot," Becker grunted as he wrapped his arms around Jess from behind. He could feel her smile on the cheek that was pressed against hers.
"Are you going to stay with me, or head back to play with your guns?" Jess asked him with a teasing glint in her eye. Becker grabbed the back of her chair and spun her around to face him.
"I do not play with my guns," he said, "and despite the fact that I would take time with you over cleaning a gun we both know you can't concentrate when I'm around." Becker grinned at her glare and turned to head back to the Armory, only to be stopped by Jess' hand on his arm.
"I know you want to be out there," she said giving his arm a squeeze, "but it'll only be a few more weeks." Becker couldn't help by swoop down and kiss the woman who knew him so well.
Becker spent the next three hours cleaning every gun he could get him hands on, trying to forget the fact that his friends were out in the field without him to protect them. Logically he knew Howell could do the job, but to Becker it was his team, his people, and his job to keep them safe. He was so involved in cleaning the G36 on the table that he started a bit when Jess walked in the room.
"Don't do that Je…," he trailed off when he saw her biting her lips, "What is it Jess?"
"Ethan showed up at the prison," she said, Becker tensed wondering what was coming next, "He was caught and they're bringing him in now." Becker nodded and sat back down in his chair, only slightly surprised when Jess slid gently onto his lap. He put his arms around her and pulled her firmly against his chest, making sure that her skirt was staying at a decent level. He didn't want anyone walking in to get a glimpse of his girlfriend's panties, he was the only one who got that privilege.
"Are you okay?" he asked her noticing how she curled herself into him, something she only did when she was nervous or scared. He felt her nod against him.
"I just really don't like that man," she said, her voice muffled. Becker pulled her in a little closer ignoring the dull pain in his side and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Well, just stay in the ops room and you won't have to worry about him," he said, "What's the ETA on the team?"
"About ten minutes," Jess said looking at her watch. Becker groaned and gave her hips a little push, telling her that cuddle time was over. She stood up and offered him a hand to help him back up. Becker grinned, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. He took her hand but instead of standing up he pulled her back into his lap, catching her gasp of surprise with his lips. Jess quickly forgot her surprise and returned the kiss. It was at least five minutes before the two of them separated, Becker looked at the clock and groaned again.
"You have to get back to the ops room and I have to get to the garage," he said gently pushing her off him again and standing up. Jess took a step towards him and smoothed his wrinkled shirt.
"Maybe when we get home tonight, we can celebrate," she said with a familiar gleam in her eyes, one that Becker liked immensely.
"Let's go," he said and started leading her to the door. Jess laughed and tried to swat away his arm, blushing the entire time.
"We can't now Becker," she giggled. Becker looked down the hallway to check if both ways were clear before yanking Jess into a nearby office. She stopped laughing when he pinned her against a wall and planted a kiss on the exposed kiss of her neck, her nail digging into his back through his shirt. Jess moaned and tilted her head back exposing more of her neck to him, any sign of resistance melting away in seconds. He sighed and buried his face against her neck. After a moment of breathing in her scent Becker lifted his head to look in her eyes.
"I know," he said, "but we're going the same way." Jess blinked a few times before she started blushing.
"Howell has to fill you and Lester in, right?" she asked, sounding a little unsure of herself. Becker kissed her again, pushing her against the wall more firmly.
"We could always stay in here for a while," he said when he broke the kiss, his hand trailing up her thigh to dip under her skirt. She sent him a playful glare.
"It's your second day back and you're already trying to make Lester furious by being late?" Becker grinned and nodded, completely unrepentant. Jess point in the direction of the ops room and Lester's office.
"Work now, play later." She said slipping under his arm and dragging him off to the ops room.
An hour later the debriefing was over and Becker was back in the Armory cleaning guns again, or trying to clean guns. He was still in a state of shock at the fact that Danny was back, and currently talking to Ethan, who'd turned out to be Danny's long lost brother. Becker groaned and dropped his head to the table in front of him, wondering when his life had become so much like a soap opera. His head shot back up a second later, his neck twisting around so he could make sure no one was around before dropping it back down to the table. Normally he didn't mind the weird days, near death experiences and paperwork, okay so he hated the paperwork and hadn't had a near death experience in a while, but right now all he wanted to do was grab Jess and get back to their flat. Becker grinned stupidly at the thought of the flat being theirs. She might not have officially moved in with him, but most of her clothes were there and she spent every night curled up tightly against him. He'd been trying to figure out when would be a good time to ask to officially move in, but hadn't found one yet. That was a lie, he'd been avoiding it because he was afraid she'd say no. She seemed to overlook the fact that he wasn't good enough for her, but he'd never forget it. Becker's head popped off the table again, wondering when the hell he'd become such a coward. What the hell, he thought, I'll ask her tonight.
Jess' voice over the intercom and the sirens soon following interrupted his thoughts.
"Intruder alert, corridor 5. Intruder alert, corridor 5." Jess' voice said. Right outside, he said to himself as he shot to his feet and grabbed an EMD, disregarding the doctor's orders. He wasn't letting whoever it was getting anywhere near his Jess. He spun round a corner to come face to face with Ethan, who was holding a terrified Emily hostage.
"Drop your weapon," he yelled at the psychotic man raising the rifle to his shoulder. Ethan just looked at him and pulled Emily closer to him, her eyes going wide with fright.
"I think maybe you should put down your weapon," he said digging the EMD into the side of Emily's head. Becker saw her wince in pain and started lowering his weapon.
"Alright, alright, just don't harm her," Becker said setting his rifle on the ground. He wasn't sure why he did it, and he knew as soon as he did it was a mistake. Ethan smiled and Becker got a sick feeling in his stomach.
"Oh I won't," Ethan said whipping his EMD towards Becker and firing without hesitation. Pain exploded in Becker's shoulder as the blast hit him in the shoulder. He flew back into the wall, feeling his ribs crack again, and slid to the floor his entire body radiating in pain. He struggled to open his eyes, eventually forcing them open when he Emily.
"No!" she screamed. Becker's lids shot open to see Ethan pointing the EMD point blank at his chest and pull the trigger sending Becker into blackness. His last thoughts were of Jess.