Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to ITV1. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time. The idea of the story as well as the story itself – including all possible pre- or sequels published afterwards – are mine.
Summary: Written for the just_kiss_her prompt “Jess sees Becker participate in some pretty stealthy, hardcore, hand to hand combat and is suddenly very aware of how highly trained and lethal Becker truly is. Feel free to go any which way with this!” by seren_ccd.
Warnings: not beta-read
Author notes: Becker fighting… Come on, how could I not write something for this?! And yeah, I totally have a thing for Jess getting into serious trouble and Becker coming for her rescue. Can’t help it. :)
“Don’t go out with him, please,” Becker said when he approached Jess at the ADD.
She turned around, frowning at him.
Abby took a few steps back, not wanting to get involved in the conversation – but not wanting to miss it, either.
Becker sighed. “Russel from the coffee shop,” he told her. “You shouldn’t go out with him.”
“And why exactly do you think this is your business?” Jess asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was so fed up with this. Every time she was in danger – or about to date someone – he suddenly became overprotective or jealous or watchful or any all of the above. Alas, when the danger was avoided, he suddenly ran away.
“I… Maybe he’s not as nice as you might think he is,” Becker replied. “You don’t even know him. He’s the kind of guy who just wants to… use you.”
“How I spend my evenings is none of your business, Captain Becker,” Jess said a little more harshly than she’d intended to. “Now leave me alone, I have work to do.”
Becker opened his mouth to tell her what he’d heard this guy from the coffee shop say about her, but reconsidered it. Jess wouldn’t believe him anyway.
He’d just gone to said coffee shop to take a look at the guy he’d heard Jess gush about. He knew he hadn’t been supposed to hear what he had said about her to his colleagues.
He knew it wasn’t right, but after what Russel had said, he was just too worried about Jess to let it go and let her enjoy the evening. He was stalking her – and if she found out, he knew she would bite his head off. But he didn’t care.
He waited outside the restaurant Russel had taken Jess to for almost two hours. He’d never liked stake outs. Of course, this wasn’t exactly a stake out, but it felt like that nonetheless.
When Becker saw them leave the restaurant, he straightened in his seat. If Russel took Jess home now and then drove off afterwards, Becker would let it go and never mention it again. But from what Russel had said, Becker was sure he wouldn’t just drive her home.
But maybe he’d just wanted to brag in front of the other men. Maybe he wasn’t the womaniser he’d pretended to be.
They drove off, and Becker pulled out of the parking lot after them.
Russel’s car drove into the right direction. It was the way to Jess’ apartment.
Becker frowned, when the car suddenly turned left and drove into the park. Maybe they wanted to take a walk – but the park wasn’t watched at night and it was rather dark considering the new moon.
He turned left as well, but decided to fall back a little. It was one thing following a car in the streets. But here in the park it would be much too obvious. He wondered if they had already noticed him.
Jess looked into the wing mirror and frowned. Maybe she was paranoid, but it seemed like another car was following them.
“Um… that’s… not the way to my apartment,” she said when she looked up again.
“Come on, it’s a mild night and the evening doesn’t have to end yet,” Russel said with a grin.
Jess’ heart started to beat faster. She honestly wasn’t sure she was up for whatever he had in mind. “I really need to get up pretty early tomorrow,” she said. “And as much as I enjoyed this evening, I’m not… that kind of girl, okay? Please, just drive me home.”
“Considering the short skirts you always wear, I wouldn’t have thought you’re so uptight,” he told her, placing his hand on her thigh.
Jess jumped, trying to avoid his touch. “Please, just take me home!” she repeated.
He laughed, still moving closer, trying to kiss her. “Come on, relax a little.”
Pushing him away, she grabbed the handle and pulled, but nothing happened. She was trapped.
Russel grinned at her as he let his hand brush under her skirt. “Child safety lock,” he said.
“No, please,” she screamed, trying to fight him. But there was no way of escaping unless she could manage to knock him out – which was highly unlikely given the fact that he was pretty strong.
The door behind her was ripped open, and Jess almost fell out of the car. But two strong arms broke her fall and helped her up, away from Russel.
“Bloody bastard,” the latter snarled, crawling out of his vehicle as well. “You’re not going to ruin my evening.”
“Jess, get in my car,” Becker told her.
“Becker,” she whispered, shaking vigorously in his arms. She didn’t want to leave him alone – and she didn’t want to be left alone, either.
“Get in my car,” Becker repeated as he pushed her behind him, his eyes never leaving Russel. “Lock the doors, and drive home.”
“Now, Jess, go!” Becker said, moving forward as Russel launched at him.
Elegantly ducking the attack, Becker kicked Russel in the side, forcing the other man to go down. It was obvious that Russel had drunk too much, so Becker assumed it would be easy for him to take the man out.
Russel jumped to his feet, charging for Becker again and punching him in his side. Obviously, the other man was a pretty good fighter.
Hissing, Becker kneeled down for a second, and almost didn’t notice the next attack. He rolled to the side, Russels foot only slightly brushing his shoulder.
Launching forward, Becker dragged the other man to the ground and started to hit him.
Russel put up one hell of a fight, trying to break free from Becker to get the better of him.
Fortunately, Becker was stronger – or maybe it was just his rage about what the other man had wanted to do to Jess. He punched him a good twenty times, only taking a few blows himself, before Russel finally stopped moving.
Panting heavily, Becker stood up, kicking Russel slightly with one foot to make sure he wasn’t just playing unconscious. Then he walked back to his car, wiping the blood from one of Russel’s blows from his face.
Jess was sitting in his car, sunk into the passenger’s seat so low that he almost couldn’t see her.
Carefully, Becker knocked at the door.
She unlocked the car, her eyes still staring at Russel’s lifeless figure on the ground.
“He’s still alive,” Becker told her.
She nodded, shivering slightly. She’d known Becker was a good soldier, and she’d known he could fight. She’d never actually seen him fight without any weapons, though. It was easy to kill someone or something using a gun – even she could do it. But Becker could kill a man with bare hands.
“Are you okay?” he carefully asked.
“Yeah,” Jess assured him. “Just… I… I thought you were going to kill him.”
He sighed, running a hand over his head. “I just…”
“What were you doing here, anyway?” she asked, interrupting him, suddenly realising that he shouldn’t have been there.
Becker bit his lip. “I… I followed you,” he admitted reluctantly.
Nodding again, Jess sank further into the seat, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. “If you hadn’t been there…”
“I’ll drive you home,” he stated, quickly interrupting her. He didn’t want her mind to go this way.
The drive was silent. Jess was staring out of the side window of his car. She didn’t look at him, not even once. Her mind was still processing what she had seen in the park – Becker almost beating a man to death.
She’d always thought something like that would scare her. But oddly enough, it didn’t. She wasn’t afraid of Becker’s ability to fight. It only made her feel safer around him. She knew he would never hurt her, never turn his rage or his fighting skills against anyone he cared about.
“You were right,” Jess whispered, when they arrived at her apartment. Becker had insisted on walking her upstairs. “I shouldn’t have gone out with him.”
“I wish I’d been wrong,” he said.
She turned towards him, searching his eyes with hers.
“Really,” Becker assured her. “I… I never wanted you to have to go through this. I just… heard him talk in the coffee shop and it didn’t sound like he cared about you.”
“Story of my life,” she mumbled in a low voice.
Walking up to her, Becker placed a hand on her shoulder. “That’s not true,” he objected. “There are a lot of people who care about you.”
She snorted. Yeah, there certainly were. But he didn’t care about her – at least not the way she wanted him to.
“I care about you,” Becker said. Maybe, if he had told her after the beetle attack, this wouldn’t have happened.
She raised her head to look at him.
“Why did you go out with him at all?” he asked. Russel didn’t seem to be her type – even though Becker wasn’t sure what her type was.
Jess shrugged. She’d wanted to make him jealous, even though she had known it was useless. Looking down, she tried to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes.
Becker frowned at her in concern. “Are you okay?” he asked again.
“I will be, eventually,” she told him in a whisper.
Kissing her forehead, Becker gently pulled her in his arms. “I can stay here if you want me to,” he offered. “Make sure he won’t come here to bother you again.”
She nodded, not sure what his offer might imply, but not really worrying about it, either.
Of course, he stayed on the couch. But still it made Jess feel safe – at least safe enough to find some sleep that night.
And he made breakfast the next morning.
When they arrived at the ARC, they were surprised to find the whole team gathered around the TV in Lester’s office.
“Isn’t that the guy from the coffee shop outside?” Lester mumbled, turning up the volume.
Jess stared at the picture of Russel on the screen.
“…was found unconscious by two joggers in the park,” the woman said. “He was taken to a hospital were his numerous injuries were treated. A nurse working at the hospital recognised him from a mug shot she had seen, and called the police.”
The picture changed, showing Russel being walked off by two policemen. “Adrian Russel was arrested when it turned out that his DNA matched samples taken from three women who had been raped within the past four weeks.”
“Hell, Jess,” Abby whispered. “Thank God you didn’t go out with him.”
She looked at Becker, then back at Abby and smiled. “Yeah, thank God.”