Part II: How do the others react – and why was Becker's car 'going crazy' in the first place?

Even though Becker had tried to act normal, he could not escape an interrogation by Matt and Connor later on. Apparently, Becker thought wistfully as they cornered him in the armoury, everyone was having a bit of a slow day, and jumped at the distraction his and Jess' antics were presenting.

"So, rumour has it you and a certain field coordinator had a little tryst in the rain today..." Connor piped up, an annoyingly smug grin on his face. Ever since he had officially become an item with Abby, Connor had turned into quite the gossip. Apparently, something similar was happening to Matt, who now decided to put in his two cents.

"Rumour also has it you asked her out."

Becker was astonished. How could this have got out so fast? Then he remembered his comm unit – had it still been on? One look at Matt and Connor's smirking faces told him yes.

"You listened?"

"Only while there was talking..." Groaning, Becker buried his head in his hands. Brilliant. Just brilliant. After weeks... months of inner struggles, he finally conjured up the courage to ask Jess out, and half the team was listening. He didn't even want to imagine what exactly they had heard, because frankly, there had been a considerable period of time during which he had certainly not been in control of himself. Who would've thought sweet little Jess Parker could do such things...

"Earth to loverboy, are you still here? Would you like us to leave you alone with your... thoughts?"

Matt and Connor were now openly laughing at him, completely ignoring his patented death glares. Although he figured, with his head the colour of a ripe tomato, he was probably not as intimidating as he could be.

"Seriously though, good on you mate! It was about time."

"Yes, we've all been waiting for ages. What made you decide to do it today?"

"You've been waiting for it? Great." Becker decided that, one of these days, he'd have to talk to his colleagues about respecting people's privacy. Seeing their curious faces, however, he decided he might as well tell them. They were his friends after all – in a way.

"Well, first of all, she fixed my car, and that was pretty impressive. And then she stood there, looking all proud of herself and smiling the way she does that makes you think the sun just came out..."

"Oh, now you're just being cheesy."

"And with that little yellow dress plastered to her body..." Connor whistled, and Becker stopped staring ahead dreamily to glare at his friend.

"Sorry mate. Although I mean, I live with her. It's not like I haven't seen..." He trailed off as Becker stood up to tower over him menacingly, while Matt grinned.

"Good job digging your own grave, Connor." Connor started nervously walking backwards in what he hoped was the direction of the door.

"I mean, I've never seen... Everyone's always dressed appropriately at home, at all times. Really, most of the time she's wearing baggy trackies. And it's not as if Abby would ever tolerate... I really should get back to the lab."

With that, Connor made a hasty retreat, before Becker could make him nervous enough to spill that it had actually been him who had tampered with the car – one little chip had enabled him to remote-start it from his cell phone. He hadn't meant to cause any harm, he'd just been wondering if it was possible. And then of course there was Abby, who had been going on for weeks about how Jess was getting depressed about Becker's inability to admit his feelings for her, and so Connor had figured, really, this would be an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. He was sure that one day Becker would thank him.

As he strolled over to the lab, Connor quickly erased the program from his phone before sending Abby a text:

"Done."

A/N:This is it, I think. Unless I decide to do the talk Jess will doubtlessly have with the girls.

Before anyone can complain: I know absolutely nothing about cars except how to drive one, so the entire thing about the car 'going crazy' and Jess fixing it is completely fictional. I have no idea if one could manipulate a car like that, (though I doubt it) and how one would fix it, especially with whatever background Jess apparently has in hacking and programming computers.

The title is borrowed from a song by Adele which has nothing do to with the story except that I happened to listen to it while writing and the title seemed fitting.

By the way, did I use the word 'trackies' right?