I know I wrote 'anger' before 'embarrassment', but inspiration just hit for this. Anger if coming next though. :D I just finished writing this and I love it. That may seem rather biased, especially if you guys don't like it, but still... :D I can't help it. I hope I've got Jess and Becker in character, let me know? :D Thank you all for your support.

Embarrassment

"If you don't make sure your target is locked on you will miss. And you can't afford to miss," Becker declared to his men as he paced up and down the shooting range, walking behind the line of soldiers aiming at simulations of dinosaurs. "There are ordinary civilians out there, all depending on your aim to save their life, and other members of the team who aren't exactly… the best with weaponry."

He was thinking of Connor - they all knew that. Some of them even managed to laugh whilst keeping their concentration. Becker could have sworn he heard Daniels mutter "Temple…" under his breath has he passed him.

Suddenly, the largely unbroken chain of bullets was interrupted by the sound of a short alarm, then the dinosaurs disappeared, save for one Triceratops which lay on its side, unmoving. It would have been dead if it had ever been alive.

Half of the soldiers got to their feet, shouldering their guns in a casual manner.

Becker came and helped Warren to his feet, the culprit, turning him to face the fake dinosaur he had just killed.

"Well done, Warren," Becker addressed the whole range full of men. "You just killed a herbivore."

The men whispered a laughed a little, Warren looking regretful, and then Becker shook his head and handed Warren an EMD.

"Sorry, Sir," He mumbled.

"That's alright, Warren. It's more Abby you'll have to watch out for if that ever happens out in the field. You're on EMD's for the rest of the week's rifle training."

A chorus of playful insults were called across to Warren by the other soldiers, all dressed head to toe in black like their Captain, then they returned back to the simulation, ready to begin again, some taking up their positions on the floor, others standing or crouching.

Warren grumbled and charged up his EMD in anticipation for the holographic dinosaurs.

Just as Becker began patrolling towards the end of the line, and made to press the remote to continue training, the sound of a furious female voice echoed into the room.

"Becker!"

The soldiers turned towards the sound, surprised somebody was addressing their Captain so brusquely, many of them closer to the door than Becker was. A few seconds later Jessica Parker's heels clonked along the concrete floor and she came into view wearing a short, bright purple and yellow flowing dress with baby blue heels.

"Captain Becker!" She yelled again, sarcastically, hands on her hips as she halted in the middle of the line.

Becker's men watched on amused as he winced, looked confused and slightly afraid, then came to reluctantly join her. He also looked rather embarrassed at her sudden appearance.

"Jess? What are you doing here?" He asked, only a little self-conscious of the men watching him. Around Jess he was… himself. Around his men, however, he was strong and military. Commanding.

He didn't really know how to be both all at once.

"Well!" Her voice raised to a higher pitch as she glared at him. "Interesting question, considering I was supposed to be on a date."

"Erm," Becker thought he knew where this was going, and it wasn't going to go well for him.

"But do you know why I'm not on my date?" She continued, folding her arms across her chest instead, her foot tapping menacingly on the concrete floor. "Because somebody ran a background check on him and scared him off!"

Short, quiet laughter broke out amongst the training team as they realised what was going on. Jessica Parker was what they would call a 'quiet girl', most of the time. But right now she was livid.

And they all wanted to see her shout at their Captain.

Besides, they knew there was something going on between the two - it was obvious they had developed feelings for each other, but it wasn't really something they could ask their training officer over the barrel of a rifle, or EMD.

Not that they would ever ask him. They'd learnt pretty quickly that to talk to Captain Becker about Jessica Parker, especially specifically about his relationship with her, was to have a death wish.

Becker's lips twitched, like he wanted to smile, and he tried his hardest to keep the lack of remorse out of his voice when he spoke. "I was just looking out for my team."

"You were being a prat!" Jess shot back. "I finally go and find myself a nice guy who wants to have dinner with me and you mess it up. What is your problem? You couldn't have just asked him about his background over a beer like a normal guy, could you?"

She made a disgusted sound. Becker attempted to take the moment to defend himself again, even though he was not really sure what he was going to say. After all, he had ran a background check on Oliver Manning. Jess, however, beat him too it.

"What am I saying? Of course you couldn't. You, Hilary Becker, are the biggest, most annoying pain in my life right now! You do realise I had been looking forward to this date for two weeks, don't you? Because, for some reason, nobody here ever seems to notice me and I barely get asked out anymore, not even for Valentine's Day, and I'm pretty sure that has something to do with you."

She poked him once in the chest, glaring at him. His men looked partly terrified of her, partly relieved they weren't Becker, but mostly immensely entertained.

"Look, Jess, I didn't mean-"

"Oh…" She interrupted again, stepping forwards so they were now only a hands width apart. "Don't you give me 'I didn't mean to', Becker. You knew perfectly well what you were doing when you cornered him in the armoury and flatly told him to cancel on me."

"But-"

"Don't deny it."

"Okay, I won't," He told her, forgetting where he was and who was watching for a moment. He could feel his face heat up, which was infinitely unusual for him. "But, Jess, I just-"

"Are you even sorry?" She glared at him, flicking her fringe out of her eyes. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Becker gulped, glancing around at the other men. This wasn't exactly how he ever wanted them to see him. If he could be reduced to an incoherent mess just by one woman, then they were never going to take him seriously as a soldier ever again.

"Listen, Jessica," He started quietly, placing his arms either side of her shoulders and leaning in quietly to avoid his men hearing. For a moment she blinked in surprise, and awkwardness, then her anger came back. "I just thought that he wasn't very good for you. You deserve better. I really didn't mean to upset you-"

"Upset me?" She exploded again, flailing her arms about as she took a step backwards. The men closest to the door darted out of her way in surprise and fright, the ones closest to her flinching unwillingly. "I am beyond upset, Hilary Becker. You better make this up to me or, God help me, there will be a dinosaur with your name on it."

And she promptly spun on her heels and marched back out of the shooting range.

As her footsteps died away, the men all stood frozen in disbelief, Becker staring after her in silent contemplation: He had really messed up, and he was definitely going to have to find some way of making it up to her.

Not that he regretted it, because he would get her ten times as angry if he had to, so long as she didn't date one of his men.

Or anyone, for that matter, part of his brain told him irrationally.

Just make your move, already!

He sighed. It was easier said than done.

Then, Becker was brought back his surroundings as Rodrigo suddenly exclaimed into the silence, "Your name is Hilary?"

It's shorter than the last one, but this is just where it got to. Let me know what you thought?