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 “How could this have happened? It was his job to protect her, not the other way around. One rule: You are not allowed to kill Jess!” by honestlysweet.
Warnings: not beta-read
Author notes: totally angsty and a bit AU, maybe
And there she’d always thought she would die by the hand – or rather the claw or the teeth – of a dinosaur. Who would have guessed something as normal as taking out money would be her doom?
She looked at Becker who was kneeling next to her, his arms behind his head. He shouldn’t be here. As a matter of fact, if she hadn’t asked him to drive her home but taken a taxi instead, he wouldn’t be here.
The only reason she’d asked him was the fact that her car was at the shop and she’d wanted to take out money to pay the mechanic. She had asked him to drive her first to the bank and then to the car shop. Of course, he had agreed. He couldn’t have known they’d walk right into a bank robbery.
Everything would have turned out fine if the bank teller hadn’t tried to act the hero and set off the alarm. Now the bank was surrounded by police and they were trapped here. The bank robber was panicking. He had shot the bank teller for setting off the alarm and was now threatening to shoot a hostage every ten minutes if the police didn’t fulfil his demands.
Looking at the wall clock, Jess took a deep breath. There were only two minutes left before the next hostage would die. She was sure it wasn’t an empty threat.
The phone rang. The bank robber answered it, talked to the police for a few seconds and then slammed the receiver onto the phone. He paced the room for a few moments, running a hand over his head.
Then he turned and pointed his gun at Becker.
“You,” he said. “Get up!”
Becker did as he was told, slowly rising to his feet.
“Come over here,” the man told him, waving his gun in the direction of the door. “They shall see that I’m not joking.” He aimed the gun at Becker’s head, releasing the safety.
“No!” Jess screamed her voice cracking.
The man slowly turned towards her, without lowering his gun.
Jess searched the man’s eyes with hers. “Please, don’t,” she whispered.
“Well, unfortunately, Miss, someone has to die to let the police know that I am bloody serious,” the man explained.
“Then shoot me instead,” Jess begged him.
“No,” Becker shouted, turning around.
“Hey, no hokum,” the man threatened, and pressed the muzzle against Becker’s temple.
“Don’t,” Jess plead again. “Please, don’t shoot him. Shoot me!”
“No, don’t listen to her, shoot me!” Becker quickly objected.
Grinning, the man pointed his gun towards Jess. “Isn’t love a wonderful thing?!”
Becker launched at the man, trying to kick the gun out of his hands. There was a shot, and then Becker heard the police shouting outside. He knew they would storm the building.
Letting go of the other man, Becker quickly jumped towards Jess, bringing her down and protectively covering her body with his.
She heard shouting, a few gunshots, and then silence.
“Clear,” a male voice shouted.
Becker rose, looking around and then at the small figure underneath him. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
Jess nodded drawing in a shaky breath. “Is it over?”
“Yeah, he’s dead,” Becker told her, getting up and then helping Jess to her feet. “Let’s get you…” He stopped in the middle of the sentence, his eyes widening.
Following his gaze, Jess looked at her left shoulder. She saw blood there. Reaching for the wound, she looked back at Becker in confusion. She didn’t feel any pain. But suddenly, she felt incredibly dizzy.
She decided to sit down somewhere, but didn’t even manage to spot the nearest chair before everything around her went black.
When she woke up again, it took a moment before she remembered what had happened and why she was now staring at the plain white ceiling of the medical bay instead of the warm maroon in her bedroom.
She turned her head and was surprised to see Becker sitting next to her bed.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Welcome back.”
“Hey,” she mumbled, trying to sit up. The pain in her shoulder told her it was a bad idea.
“Easy,” Becker commanded. “You’re not yet allowed to get up.”
“How long have I been… here?” she wanted to know. It could have been minutes or weeks, she’d lost her sense of time.
“Almost two days,” Becker replied quietly. “Next time, don’t try to save me, okay? That’s part of my job description.”
Jess rolled her eyes. This wasn’t exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for. She'd been stupid enough to assume he'd be grateful. “I never pictured you to be a sexist,” she grumbled.
“You saved me,” he repeated. “That was the most stupid thing you’ve ever done. You could have been killed.”
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t help it,” she whispered, and turned to look outside the window. “I just couldn’t let him kill you.”
Without saying another word, Becker reached over and took her hand in his squeezing it gently. “Thank you,” he said in a low voice.
She turned to look at him.
For a second, he locked eyes with her, his face showing just how much this really meant to him.
Jess’ heart started to beat faster and the butterflies multiplied in her stomach.
Looking down at their entwined hands, Becker mumbled, “Just do me a favour and don’t ever do that again!”