A/N: hey, I'm back!

This is the sequel to 'Rollercoaster' as you could already read in the summary. And actually this is the story I wanted to upload the day I joined FFN, but I wasn't quite sure that time if you would grill me immediately after reading it, so I decided to do a little more stories before. :o)

And as you recognised the genre already, this is a story about violence, angst, tragedy, action and a little romance now and then.

The violence is also the reason why I have to rate it as M later, the first chapters are T and I want you have the chance to read them and decide later whether you want to continue or not, therefore sorry for those who can't read after I'll change the rating.

So, if you thought that I would write about another fluffy stuff love story then sorry guys you're wrong. Becker's odyssey has just started. And if you don't want bad things happen to both of my (and your I guess) favourite characters, then please don't read any further. Just imagine the end of Rollercoaster and let them live happily ever after.

Don't say I didn't warn you :o)

Well, this is a serious story I wrote with a serious theme, but as I said it's only a story so please don't blame me for it. The real characters are safe and sound. Don't worry. While we're on it …

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Unfortunately. The characters belong to ITV, except for my OC's.

Intro

It all ended so perfect, that night at the pub. They kissed, they told each other their love, and they said goodbye for their holidays.

There were only five days left before Becker could hold his beloved Jess back in his arms again.

But then, an evil enemy from the past forced Becker into a decision which could destroy his life completely. How will he decide? And how will he deal with it? And moreover, can he live with his decision?

Correction: Now beta-read from the awesome lovingthis. Thank you so much for that ^^

Enjoy!

'Finally! The awkwardly long waiting has its end.' Becker thought as he read the SMS.

'I'm back. Come over to my place. xx', stood in little letters on the tiny screen of his phone.

A wide grin spread all over his face and he felt his heart pounding like mad. The mere thought of holding her in his arms again sent little flashes of happiness through his body. The butterflies inside his stomach awoke and fluttered around.

Hurrying, he grabbed his jacket, his car keys and left his flat. Jumping over several stairs to faster reach the ground floor and scurrying out of the front door, he spurted to his car, got inside and hit the road.

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It were five never-ending days he hadn't seen his Jess. Since they had kissed outside the pub. Well, after that, he had driven her home and they had kissed again, but he was all gentleman and left.

The next day she had prepared to drive to her parents. He came over again to say goodbye and to wish her a happy Christmas. Of course, not without giving her the present he had bought for her two month previously. It was a necklace with a little angel as pendant. He had spotted it during a mission, laying in the shop window of a little jeweller's shop, and found it simply perfect for her. She always watched over the team like an angel and he could imagine very well the little white gold figure hanging around her neck to watch over her, too.

After he gave her the box and she opened it, eyeing the necklace, she jumped with joy. Happy tears ran down her cheeks and she clung her arms around his neck, pressing him firm against her body and kissing him passionately. He broke the kiss just to move with his lips to her cheeks, gently kissing the tears away. Then, he stepped behind her and helped her putting on her new jewel. Closing the clip, his fingers followed along the thin metal, caressing the soft skin beneath until his both hands rested on her cleavage. He stepped closer and lowered his head, kissing the warm and soft area around her upper spine, and sending little shivers through her body. Then his hands moved back to her shoulders and along her arms until he clasped them around her waist, hugging her tighter against his body and burying his face into her hair.

"I miss you already." He whispered into her ear and his hot breath tickled across her sensitive skin. It was only a blink of time but he already got used to her presence, to the warmth of her body, to the familiarity of their touches that he didn't want to miss another single moment of that anymore.

Jess turned her head to face him, her hands holding and stroking across his large forearms. "Me, too." She confessed in a low voice, her face marked by sadness, and closed the space between their lips, kissing him long and dearly.

After forty minutes of just holding her into his arms, breathing in her scent and relishing the closeness, he let loose and both went outside to her car. Stealing another kiss from her, they said goodbye to each other and he watched her getting inside and driving down the street. His heart sank as her car disappeared in the distance. How he had wished to be with her. But sadly he couldn't, there was the ARC and he was still on duty. It was only one thought that made him smile a little, he knew, soon, he would hear her voice again.

Jess had to promise to call him as soon as she would arrive at her parent's house and she stuck to it. After they hung up he was able to stand it for whole three hours before he grabbed his mobile again, sitting behind the desk in his office and dialling her number. Just to hear the sound of her voice made him feel in heaven.

And so it went on: They called to say goodnight; they called to say good morning. One could hardly imagine that they had bore without another for such a long time before. He called her to say that he had arrived at his parents' house, it was December the twenty-fifth. And after four hours of eating and not to talk to one another with his parents, he called her to hear how her day had been and she blabbed about the meal, what her dad had said, what her mum had said - her parents seemed to be very chatty -, where they had went for their Christmas walk and what she wore. After she approached this, their talk quickly turned into an X-rated direction.

Once, she called him after she had a nightmare and figured out that he couldn't sleep that night either. But slowly, her perpetually sticking to the phone attracted attention by her parents and they decided to write short messages until she was back again. That had been even harder for him - not to hear her voice made him crazy.

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After a short stop at a flower shop, picking up a colourful bunch of her favourite flowers, he turned into the street of her home and parked the car in the space in front of the building. He jumped out of his vehicle and ran up the stairs, the bunch swaying in his hand with every move and his heart was jumping up and down in his chest. Then he reached her floor.

A little post-it note stuck on the door. 'It's open' was written on it and Becker thought that he really had to teach her a lesson about home safety. Well, after he had properly welcomed her back, of course. He opened the door silently and scurried inside. The first thing he noticed was a path made of red rose blossoms laying on every step and guiding him upstairs. He took his jacket off, hung it up on the hook and followed the blossoms into her living room.

Nobody was there.

The room was heated and some tea lights decorated the cupboards and tables. One look into their little cover and he knew that they were burning for at least an hour.

"Jess?" The Captain called for her but got no answer. The butterflies inside his stomach silenced and a slight nervousness mingled with his feeling of sheer excitement and joy.

Stepping into the kitchen, he put the flowers in the empty vase, standing right in the middle of the counter. Jess loved flowers and had always fresh ones in her flat. His senses were tensed as he looked around, fully focused on every thing while he added the water. Everything was like they had left four days earlier; it was clean and everything stood in its place, no evidence of fighting.

But why on earth had he just thought about fighting?

Becker shook his head. 'Come on, boy. Everything is fine. Don't always assume the worst case.' He stated to himself, trying to convince himself to put the soldier in him aside and relax a little. Leaving the flowers behind, he stepped back into the living room.

"Jess, you there?" The Captain called again and became worried. It wasn't just because he didn't hear her answer, he wouldn't have worried if she was just playing a joke on him. But he couldn't hear the slightest noise. Nothing! Like it was uninhabited. And now he let the soldier out, and he assumed the worst.

Only his own foot steps resounded from the ground as he searched the flat. The blossoms on the ground guided him to her bedroom but she wasn't there, as well as in the bath next to it. He went to the spare room just to find it empty, too.

Walking back into the main room, he spotted the laptop on the couch table with a sheet of paper on it. At a quick pace he stepped forward, reading the note.

'Open me and press a key' it said and the soldier took seat on the couch. With a blank mind, not wanting to think one single thought, he turned the laptop to his front, opened it and pressed enter.

What he saw made his heart stop and his blood freeze. If he hadn't already been seated he would have collapsed to the ground.

He saw Jess. His Jess. His lovely, little Jess.

Her make-up was ruined. It streaked from her puffy red eyes and down her face, a sure indication that she had been crying for terribly. Still, even as he watched, she cried. Becker could see that she was trying to be strong, to show that she had no fear. But one look into her eyes made it clear that she was scared to death. Her cheeks were red, the left one a little more than the right one and Becker knew, in an instant, that whoever had caused this to happen had slapped her. Her hair was a mess and there were other signs which assumed that she had tried to defend herself, to get out of her abductor's grasp, but without success.

He turned his attention to the man who stood at his Jess's side, grinning smugly. Worry for her, anger and hate for that man and a numb feeling of helplessness went like a sharp flash through his body. His stomach began to turn around as the abductor began to speak.

"Hello, Becker. As you can see, I'm back!" …

A/N: Oh yes! Becker's biggest nightmare became true.

Do you wanna guess who is back? Or do you already know? ;o)

:o)

Well, I wish you a nice time, and hope you're still with me.

Please review, and let me know what you think.