Title: Worry
Genre: Romance
Pairing/Character: Becker/Abby
Rating: K
Warnings: Nada
Time Frame: Season 3
Inspiration: I dunno. *shrug*
Author's Notes: Review please.
Disclaimer: Ha, I wish.
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"Abby, you're not going," Becker told her as he picked up his gun.
"Why not?" she acquired.
"Now you're not only putting your life in danger, but the baby's life in dancer as well. You're staying at the ARC with Lester. If we need your help, we'll call."
"Beck, you can't keep me away from the anomalies for the next seven months. I'll go mad," she told him, with a soft kiss. "Please, Becker. I'm pregnant, not helpless."
"Fine, but you stay behind or next to Danny or I at all times. Preferably me, but Danny's better with a gun than anyone else. Sarah's never even held one and I heard about how Connor shot you."
"You worry too much," she chuckled, giving him another kiss.
"No I don't. I just want to protect you."
"I really hope we have a boy."
"Why's that?" Becker asked confused.
"If we have a girl, you'll never let her out of her sight. Imagine when she brings home her first boyfriend. You'll have a gun to his head before we even get to say hello."
"Can we wait for the baby to be born before we start letting her date?" he asked nervously.
"Of course," she laughed, pulling the extra gun out of his pocket. "But I'm still going."
"Stubborn," he muttered, following her to the car.
"You're one to talk."
"Just promise you'll be careful," he begged.
"Aren't I always?" she smirked, hoping in the driver's seat.
"Never," he sighed. "That's what worries me."
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Short but I haven't posted in awhile. Sorry about that.
Spike.