Okay, I lied. It looks like there's going to be at least two more chapters. To everyone who asked if I was writing any more Jecker fics (darn for getting me into the combined names *shakes fist menacingly*) I do have a few one shots planned as well as a prequel for this story, from when they meet up until the bomb. I'm also debating whether or not to write a Howell and Katie fic, not sure what I want to do with those two yet. Anyway, thanks for all the wonderful comments! They totally make my day! Enjoy the latest chapter.

Becker's POV

Becker blinked at the light that flooded his eyes as he blinked awake, confused. He sat up and winced as he tried to rub the new knots out of his neck. What the hell? He thought as he looked around the deserted armory. It was only a week until the wedding, and four months since the painful encounter with Ethan, and he'd been doing extra paperwork all week to make up for the fact that he'd be gone for two weeks. And now apparently he'd fallen asleep at his desk with his neck in some god awful position that not even a professional contortionist could comfortably pull off.

"Shit," he growled when he finally glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was after ten o'clock and he'd promised Jess he'd be home early tonight so they could talk. She'd been asleep by the time he'd come home for the past few weeks so there hadn't been much talking, or anything else, for a while. He had to admit he was a little freaked out about what was waiting for him at home because Jess had been acting strangely lately. He'd chocked it up to wedding jitters for a while, but the call earlier had clinched it for him that something was wrong.

Becker yawned as he stared at the unfinished paperwork in front of him.

"Just finish these last few pages and you can go home and crawl into bed with Jess," he told himself aloud. He'd just put his pen to paper when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He grumbled a little as he pulled out the offending piece of technology, but quickly stopped when he saw a picture of Jess on his caller I.D.

"Hello love," he said, after making sure Connor wasn't anywhere he could overhear the endearment and tease him about it. That kid had no sense of self preservation, and Becker would hate to have to explain to Abby why Connor was in the hospital wing.

"Are you coming home soon?" Jess said. Becker frowned at her nervous, and slightly distracted, tone.

"Is something wrong Jess?" he asked instantly ready to rush home as fast as possible. Lester had made sure King wasn't getting out of jail before his hearing, but Becker wasn't willing to take any chances.

"No, we just need to talk," she said. It was silly, but Becker froze when he heard the clichéd sentence, hoping like hell it didn't mean what it usually meant.

"Are you sure you're okay Jess?" he asked.

"I said I'm fine," Jess snapped. Becker nearly dropped the phone in shock. He'd never heard Jess use that tone in the entire time he'd known her. Frustrated and angry yes, but never this short or tense.

"I can be home in about twenty minutes, if you want me to." He said warily. Something was definitely wrong, but it didn't sound like Jess was in any kind of physical danger. He heard Jess sigh over the line.

"It's alright. I have to run some errands, so just finish up what you're doing and come home as soon as you can. Okay?"

"I'll be finished with the important paper work in about an hour," he said, still completely baffled by her unusual demeanor.

"Alright," she sighed again, making Becker extremely uncomfortable. He did not like this side of Jess, and was hoping it went away fast. Becker could usually get Jess out of a bad mood pretty fast, so he promised himself he'd finish at the ARC and get home quick.

"I love you," Becker said his part of their traditional farewell and waited for the warmth that he knew he would feel when she said hers.

"Bye," Jess said distractedly. Becker looked at the phone in shock again until the dial tone knocked him back to reality. It was the first time since they'd gotten together that Jess hadn't said I love you in return. Becker knew he needed to finish here and get back to the flat to figure out what the hell was going on. Becker stifled a yawn and got back to work.

He grabbed his coat and keys as he went through the door at nearly a sprint, not caring who saw him. All he could think about getting home to convince Jess to forgive him, because he feared his worst nightmare was coming true.

When he finally arrived at the building his flat was in, he'd hit nearly every red light on the way, it was pretty obvious that Jess was sleeping. From his parking spot he could see the only two windows that his flat had, and they were both dark. Becker sighed his disappointment and pulled the small duffle bag off the front seat before slamming the car door in frustration. He winced when the loud crash echoed in the empty street and his eyes unconsciously darted to the dark windows of his flat. He nearly laughed aloud at the fact that he was worried he'd wake Jess by making a noise that they both had probably slept through a hundred times before. The alarm on the new truck beeped as when he pushed the button on his key chain from the stairs and Becker nearly winced again at how loud it sounded when there wasn't any other street noise to cover it. He shook his head at his own absurdity and began walking up the three flights of stairs to his flat.

The dread he'd been feeling ever since the phone call earlier rose with every step he took closer to his front door. He played over the events of last week in his mind, noting just how distant and shy Jess had been acting towards him. He realized she'd been avoiding him at the ARC, and that they'd started taking separate cars once again. Something they hadn't done since she'd first come to stay with him during the whole King incident. The third floor hallway was empty and silent when he finally reached the ordinary looking wooden door, but Becker could feel that his life was about to be torn apart when he put in his key and turned the knob. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness as he walked into the silent flat and closed the door behind him, eliminating the only light source. His SAS training allowed him to move silently down the small entryway, despite his combat boots, and into the kitchen. The light over the stove was on and he headed to the counter where the small bowl where he and Jess stored their keys sat. He froze in terror when he saw the midsized duffle bag sitting by the bowl, its shape making it obvious that it had already been packed to bursting. A small blue envelope sat on top of it, his name written in Jess' smooth hand writing on the front. Becker's chest constricted as he felt his worst fear coming true. Jess was leaving him.

A/N: Please don't kill me! I just love torturing Becker so, and I couldn't resist the cliffy.