A/N: After the lovely reviews from my last Primeval fic, I was inspired to write another. This is a two-shot, a sort-of sequel to Sneezes, but can be read as a standalone. However, I really would love it if you R&R'ed Sneezes too!

Rated 'T' for slight sexual references.

Enjoy!

27 Things I Love About You (Becker's version)

He sighed, frustrated.

It had been three days since the last anomaly, and Becker was bored.

He'd inventoried all the guns, after taking them all apart, caught up on all his paperwork, gone over the new recruits list, trained up that week's new batch, and everything else he could possibly think of.

So now, he was stuck in his office, doing nothing.

Leaving his mind to think about her.

The last person he wanted to think about at work.

The last person he wanted to think about anywhere for that matter. He was meant to be getting over her. There were a number of different reasons why they couldn't be together.

No.

That was stupid; thinking about her.

He sighed again.

And then froze.

What was that his sister had said last night when he was on the phone to her?

"Just write down 27 things you love about her. That might give you a little bit of peace."

"27?" He had questioned.

"It was Mia's game. You know, from university? So I have no idea where it came from." They had both chuckled at this.

"Okay." He murmured to himself, pulling out a piece of scrap paper. No reason to waste another piece of paper, after all.

He thought.

And thought.

And thought some more.

After five hours, he had finally summed up all the little quirks he loved about Jessica Parker in a list of 27 points.

His stomach growling, Becker stalked off to the canteen to get some food.

She had just meant to give him some paperwork when she saw it.

Glancing at the title, she felt her stomach drop.

He liked someone.

And the likelihood that it was her was not a very large one.

Yet, swallowing, she picked up the piece of paper and began to read.

27 Things I Love About You

1. Your smile; it's so beautiful. And that special one that you only ever give me. I love it.

2. Your laugh. It's music to my ears.

3. Your voice full stop, I guess. Just hearing it brightens up my day. Especially when you ramble, because then I end up learning things that you probably wouldn't tell me anyway.

4. The way you dress. I might comment all the time about how unpractical it is, but the truth is that I'd be worried if you came into work one day and you weren't dressed like that.

5. The way you blush. Your cheeks go red in the most adorable way, and I make it my goal every day to embarrass you, just so that I can see you blush.

6. Your height. Even with heels, you're so much shorter than me, and I love it. When I hug you, your head fits perfectly under my chin, like a missing puzzle piece.

7. The way you bite your lip when you're happy, but trying not to smile. It's cute, and that's why I bring you chocolate.

8. The way you sneeze. Definitely. So small and fragile and you. Cute; exactly like I told you.

9. When you swear. It sounds so odd, coming from you. And it turns me on.

10. You're always so cheerful and innocent. In this job, I don't know how. But I know that the day this job hits you, and you lose that cheerfulness and innocence, it will be a very dark day for all.

11. Your hair. There's something about it that just makes me want to run my fingers through it.

12. Your presence. It relaxes me, and when I talk to you, I can lower my guard; be myself.

13. The way that you're completely unaware of half the guys at the ARC fancying you. It's really quite amusing how you talk to them casually whilst they're trying to flirt with you.

14. Your taste in music. People would imagine you to have a very poppy taste, but you like Paramore and Avril Lavigne and classical music.

15. Your taste in men. 'Tall, dark and handsome. And definitely older.' That's what you always say. Oli Sykes. Yeah, I'll give you that one; my sisters think so too. Gerard Way. Him, too, I suppose. Billie-Joe Armstrong. Alright. David Tennant. Okay, I guess. Alex Turner. Hmm. Matt Bellamy? I mean, really?

16. The face that you pull when you're concentrating. Your eyebrows are drawn together and your bottom lip sticks out slightly, like you're pouting, or you bite your lip when you're reading something over. It's adorable.

17. When you yawn. It's child-like and cute. A sort of 'heeeeuuurgh-ummm' noise.

18. Although I've described you as adorable and cute many times, you are actually the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life, both with and without make-up on.

19. You are brilliant. Always.

20. You and a gun. Oh, God. The first time you ever asked me to teach you how to shoot, I gave you my precious Glock.
That image frequents my dreams.

21. You need a cup of tea at 6:30 each morning, or you get incredibly cranky. It gives me an excuse to come and see you each morning.

22. You like cars. That time you fixed Connor's car, and you came out from under the bonnet with your hair all ruffled and covered in grease and oil.
Another image that frequents my dreams.

23. You're an outrageous flirt when you want to be.

24. Your name. I like your full name, and that's why I say it.

25. Your determination. If you can't do something, or don't know something, then you'll work at it, or them, until you can or do. Like that time that you wanted to know my first name.

26. You're great at video games. Well, not as good as me, but it really is funny to see some of my Sandhurst mates get beaten at Black Ops by you.

27. You make me smile and you make me laugh. Nobody but my family and my best friend has managed that since I was nine.

"Oh!" She uttered softly, beaming as her heart soared, stomach back-flipped and all of those other clichés.

And then she heard a cough from behind her.

Jumping in shock, she spun around, the paper still hanging limply in her hand.

"Becker! I, um...paperwork! You-um-had some paperwork and I came to give it to you, but you weren't here. Obviously. Well, you'd know, because you're you. I mean, that would be weird if you weren't you; you were like...Matt...or...someone..." She trailed off, noting the odd look on his face.

"You...read it?" He asked cautiously.

"Um..." She swallowed, feeling herself go bright red, "Yeah. Sorry, it was just there, and – well, no excuse, really, I suppose..." Both of them stood, unmoving, with flaming cheeks and feeling very uncomfortable in the stretched out silence.

"Um...I'll just-" Jess gestured to the door. And, settling the piece of paper back on his desk, she fled the room.

After watching her leave, Becker shut the door, and fell heavily into his seat. He drew it up to his desk, and, propping his elbows up on it, put his head in his hands, mortified.

She had read it.

And now, she knew pretty much everything.

Nice going, Hilary.

Please R&R! :)