Okay, this one is a lot longer, but it just had to be. A lot of the inspiration for this one came from my good friend SabreDae, and I loved writing it. I tried to keep them as much in character as possible, so I hope I did it well. Let me know? :D

Shock

"What the hell happened?" Becker demanded as he stormed across the club and made his way towards the three people at the bar.

"Calm down," Abby sighed. "She's fine."

"She probably shouldn't have had that last shot though," Emily commented helpfully.

Becker would have glared at the owner of that comment if it had been Connor. As it was, however, he simply turned to Abby again, the only one out of her, Matt and Emily who looked sober enough to respond properly.

"Where is she?"

"She's over there," Abby pointed a little way across the room where people were dancing to some loud club music. "Dancing with Connor."

The blonde dropped her hand and went back to stirring her drink. Becker was momentarily distracted from his haze. "You're not drinking?"

"I.." Abby was, for once, uncomfortable.

Becker's training as a soldier told him how to respond to the expression on her face - don't ask questions, don't press for answers, act as if you didn't ask.

"Anyway," Becker interrupted. "I'm going to take her home. You alright lugging Connor back later?"

Abby grinned wryly. "Of course. I have my ways of controlling Connor."

Becker stuck to his rule on that one, and didn't ask. He didn't want to be mentally scarred. Instead, he turned on his heels and marched over to the dance floor.

Jess and Connor were, unsurprisingly, attempting to do the robot to the electronic beat.

"Jess!" Becker called over the music. When she didn't respond, he placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

Both her and Connor turned. Their eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Action man!" Connor exclaimed, opening his arms wide as if he was going to give Becker a hug. At the last second his brain (aided by Becker's pointed glare) managed to control his drunken urges, and he dropped his arms to his side. He stalked over to the others at the bar, mumbling something about wanting another drink.

"Hey, Becker," Jess grinned euphorically, the glitter from her lime green dress causing her eyes to sparkle. "You here to dance? You have to dance!"

"No, Jess, I-"

"Come on!" She grabbed his hands and pulled him towards her to dance, misjudging the distance completely and pulling his body right against hers as she danced. She didn't seem to care. She'd had enough alcohol to prevent her from blushing.

"Jessica," Becker complained, reluctant to dance, swaying awkwardly on the spot. "I don't dance."

"Sure you do!" She smiled as the song changed to a slower one. "Everybody dances."

"But I-"

"Here," She interrupted helpfully, placing his arms around her waist and hers behind his neck. She leaned into him, swaying as a number of other couples around them did the same. She was so shamelessly close, Becker knew she'd had enough to drink for one night.

Still… it couldn't hurt to dance to one song, could it?

He sighed, tightening his grip around her, moving his body to make the effort to sway at the same time as her. After a verse and a chorus, Jess mumbled happily.

"See, isn't this nice?"

Becker mumbled his approval. "We should get you home, though."

"Why, Mr Becker!" She exclaimed in a mock-posh voice, suddenly drawing back from him, smirking, her arms still around his neck. "I do believe you are inferring something quite improper."

Becker couldn't refrain from rolling his eyes. "All I'm saying is that you are quite drunk and it would be best if you went home and got some rest. You, on the other hand, Jessica Parker, are the one doing the implying."

He gently took her hand as the song finished and led her over to the bar, where the others were all trying to pretend that they hadn't been watching them on the dance floor with vested interest. Becker knew they had, because Connor was particularly terrible at acting and lying.

As Jess collected her purse and paid her tab, Becker turned to say goodbye to the others. Connor had sobered up a bit more by now, but Matt and Emily looked like they were having too much fun to care how drunk they were.

"Yo, Action Man," Connor called across the table to him. "Is this really what you actually look like?"

Emily and Abby started laughing. Becker looked confused, until he realised that Connor was addressing his outfit. He was wearing grey jeans and a stripy green v-neck shirt.

Becker simply raised his eyes at Connor's question, calmly watching his face as he waited for a verbal response. Before he could receive one, however, Jess was back at his side, stumbling into him in her ridiculously bright orange high heels.

He caught her in surprise.

"Gees, Jess," He exhaled as he absorbed the impact of her body and set her back on her feet. "How many pairs of shoes do you own?"

"How many guns do you own?" She shot back childishly, defensively.

He sighed. A lot. "Come on, then."

As he went to step towards the door, and to guide her with him, she halted, turning to face Becker and the others with her hands on her hips. "Hang on, Mister, I didn't agree to let you take me home. I think I, as a lady, should at least be asked, don't you?"

Becker and Abby exchanged confused looks; Abby's with a hint of amusement, Becker's with surprise.

"Jess, I'm just-"

"I know what you're thinking, Mr Becker. You think I'll climb into bed like a good little girl and thank you for taking me home and looking after me and being my knight in shining armour. Well…"

She took a step towards him, invading his personal space completely, her nose inches from him. Becker couldn't go anywhere - the bar was directly behind his back, the table where the rest of the team sat, looking on at the scene, to his left, and Jess blocking his escape to the other side.

She smirked seductively. If she had been sober and conscious of what she was doing, Becker was sure he would have kissed her right then, regardless of the others watching.

But she wasn't sober, and she wasn't going to remember any of this the next day, so he stayed put, trying not to get too intoxicated by her sweet breath as she continued to rave.

"I'm not always good," She breathed. "I used to be a cheerleader, you know. I learnt a lot from that… I'm not as innocent as you think."

Becker's whole body froze from shock. Jessica Parker was… coming on to him. In front of everybody else. Well, Matt and Emily were too busy with each other, and Connor was too busy feeling sick, to notice. Abby was the only one witnessing it, although she was politely pretending to be interested in her drink. Regardless, Becker was sure she was straining to hear over the music.

In one sense, Becker was glad she was. Because he was sure he'd need confirmation that this actually happened in the morning.

Jess placed her arms around his neck again, pulling herself flush towards him, her lips close to his.

"You think that I'm sweet, little, nineteen year old Jess and that there was no way a guy would be interested in me in that way. There's no way you would be interested in me. I know that. But you're wrong about me, because I'd surprise you. I'm… shocking. You're missing out… not that you care. But you should, because my strip tease is to die for."

Abby choked on her water.

Becker blinked. Then gulped.

Jess smirked at his reaction, evidently pleased her words had had the desired effect. She lowered her arms from around his neck, stepping away.

"So… are you coming, or not?" She called as she skipped towards the door.

"Erm, I…" Becker turned to Abby, trying to regain his composure, but encountering Abby's mock-judgemental expression instead as she raised her eyebrows at him. "I'm not…" He protested.

"I know," Abby smirked. "She'll be asleep by the time you shut the car door. Just make sure you get her home okay."

Becker nodded, at a loss for words, and swiftly exited the club, Abby's amused eyes on him the whole time.

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