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"Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain." - Unknown

-Jess Point of View-

Alaska and I stood side by side on the deck of a ship watching the sun go down on the horizon, both of us lost at the moment in our thoughts and personal reflections on the day's events.

It had been a long two days of talking, discussing, arguing and plan making.

The accusations against Becker were straightforward enough, his…wife – a phrase, word, I still and probably would always find hard to even think let alone say aloud – is the prime suspect in a triple homicide that occurred just a few months after their marriage.

Soon after the accusations were made against her, and only a day before the police were going to come and arrest her she disappeared. Even though he claimed he didn't know where she had gone. Becker was under suspicion of aiding and abiding a criminal, and to be bluntly honest all the evidence that they presented to Alaska and I made Becker look exceedingly guilty.

My heart was breaking into a thousand tiny pieces when I was listening to all this, but I took cue from Alaska and steeled myself against all of the pain. The French wanted to know if we could possibly help them get the truth out of Becker. They weren't on a witch hunt, they made it clear they didn't care to get their hands on Becker, and the only thing that they wanted was to get her location so they could bring her to justice.

Upon learning about all this Alaska and I had come up with a complicated yet ingenious plan, it would involve a lie naturally, a huge lie, a lie that would take a lot out of both of us, but it would be a lie to discover the truth. I would have to lie to myself and everyone else around me – I would also have to leave a friendship that has just been forged.

"Are you sure that you're the one who has to?" I asked, Alaska looked over at me and gave me a simple smile.

"Yes Jessica, you're a field coordinator – you need to get back to the job that you do best and help them deal the incursion." She explained gently not for the first time.

"But what about your job, and your team?" I argued.

Alaska let out a long exhausted sigh. "I am better at investigating, sneaking around, and doing undercover operations, it's what I excel at – this whole 'fighting dinosaurs' stuff is a situation that had picked me in a way and it really doesn't fit me as well as I would have hoped. Honestly, I would much rather investigate this and suffer my team thinking I'm dead then go back to that life at this point in time." She admitted, turning to me she put both her hands on either side of my shoulders.

"Jessica, you'll do fine, I know this is something that is going to push you to the brink of your capabilities but we need to do this – we need to learn the truth about this." She reassured and coached.

I nodded hugging her, knowing that it would be a very long time before we saw each other again.

[Two Days Later – The ARC]

-Becker's Point Of View-

We were back at the ARC intent on regrouping for a few days before going out and tracking down more of the sharks, I was in the middle of the main room going over the security protocols and keeping to myself. I didn't even look up when I heard Lester clear his throat getting our attention.

"Becker, you're going to want to hear this." He barked, I looked up – shocked that he had singled me out. There was an expression on his face that I couldn't quite place. Excitement? Joy? Surprise?

"I just got a call from our ambassador in Africa, it seems that Miss Parker washed up on shore a week after the incident, apparently she had clung on to a piece of debris hurt and dehydrated but alive, she woke up the other day from her light coma and was able to give the people her information."

Upon hearing this I promptly dropped the very expensive electronic data pad on the floor breaking it.

[Hospital in Africa]

-Jess's Point Of View-

I was standing in the airport waiting area; I was there to greet my team who had just been informed that I had been in 'Africa' this whole time in a light coma.

I was looking out the window at the tarmac trying to get my courage up to face Becker, I knew the moment that I saw Becker I had to put everything that I had learned, felt and experienced the past weeks in a mental box, lock it and put it in a deep crevice in my mind.

"Jess…" I turned sharply at Becker's cry as he came running over to me, before I knew it I was enveloped in his arms, he was crushing me against his chest.

He pulled back his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss I closed my eyes kissing him back, tasting the salt of his tears on my lips. Tilting his head he opened his mouth slightly and I slipped my tongue in letting ours tangle with each others.

As abruptly as he had grabbed me he pulled his lips from mine, nuzzling his face against my neck he sobbed loudly.

I felt the tears come to my own eyes then, half of the reason they were there was because while I was kissing him, the heartbreak of discovering he was married to another women hit a nerve again. The second reason I started crying is because no matter what he has done I was still in love him, and holding him filled an ache in my heart and soul that needed attention.

I wrapped my arms around him gently, my fingers tangled in his hair bringing his face closer to my neck – and my other arm wrapped around his shoulders as we both gave into the torrent of tears at being reunited.

For a fleeting moment I suddenly got worried, an impulse came over me to tell Becker the truth and demand an explanation from him immediately, almost as soon as the idea came to me I had a memory from about a week ago – a random conversation with Alaska.

"Jess if you were about to be hit by a semi truck - it was unavoidable , would you face the truck head on, or would you turn your face away." Alaska asked curiously.

"I…I don't know, what do you mean?" I stammered not sure of why she asked the random question, most of the questions she asks at random have some profoundness too them.

"What I mean Jessica, is would you face the semi truck and be looking at it the exact moment it hit you, or would you turn away preferring not see it when it hit?"

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out, I honestly didn't know what I would choose.

My mind pulled quickly away from the memory. Right now, at very moment, in real time I was facing a similar choice.

I wrapped my arms tighter around Becker, he responded to my touch eagerly as his hands trailed down my back grasping my ass and picking me up so I could easily wrap my legs around his waist. Out lips met each others in another passionate kiss.

I was choosing to face the oncoming semi truck, and I found I wasn't all that afraid.