I'M BACK but I'm trying not to get any hopes up because I doubt I'll be able to squeeze out another chapter any time soon and I'll probably disappear again since I've really had to focus on school and such seeing as it's my last year. This chapter was a b%#h to write! Becker's little part has been sitting in little summary notes on my comp since November last year! He was easy! Jess' part however, has gone through about ten or so drafts and I still don't think this is good enough. This story just seems to have gone downhill to me :( BUT I'm going to finish it... eventually :D Sorry for any mistakes in this, I couldn't be bothered proof-reading more than once :)

Don't own anything except the plot, my OCs, additional settings I've made up and this delicious bag of popcorn beside me :D

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Jess was hurt, and badly at that.

Only it wasn't physical. The group who had more or less kidnapped her weren't exactly treating her like a hostage. They had a fully trained medic take care of her injuries, especially the deep bruise beginning to form on her left temple. They had also let her wander around the area they had landed at. At least she thought the helicopter had landed somewhere nearby. She was currently gazing out of a large glass window that looked out over a 50 foot drop into crystal clear blue water. The only means of escape that she had worked out would be to break the glass and jump, not knowing how deep the water below was.

Yes, her injuries weren't physical, but they were emotional.

She wanted to scream, to fight back against the people who had taken her away from her colleagues, her friends. She wanted to revert back to temper tantrums, demanding answers. But above all, she wanted to crawl up into a ball, hide away in a dark corner, and cry. But she couldn't do any of that. She had to stay strong, if not for herself then for her friends.

She had been warned, quite clearly, that if she attempted to so much as talk back to anyone in the building, there would be consequences.

Maybe she was still a hostage after all.

The light was slowly fading from the sky as the sun dipped down below the horizon. As the stars began rising, Jess found herself falling. She sunk down onto the floor in front of the window, hoping the others would be coming to save her.

"You can't do this! It's stupid! Think of all the consequences!" a voice called from outside of her room.

Jess frowned as she rose to her feet. She edged closer to the door and opened in an inch, noticing a pair that had stopped at the end of the corridor.

"I'm going through with the plan whether you help me or not! Once I get my hands on those crystals, everything will be ready." She didn't know the name of the female but the male was clearly Andy.

"You can't bring him back Amy! As much as you want to, you just can't!"

They both stopped and Amy turned towards him. "I'm going to save him Andy, and I don't care who I have to go through to make that happen. He's the only one that's smart enough to set everything right."

"But he's dead Amy. If you save him, you'll just be changing the timelines again!" Andy threw his arms up in frustration. "What happened to not getting the others involved? You're getting my parents mixed up in this too! You haven't thought about how this will affect them. If you save him, everything will change."

"That's the goal Andrew! You might not see it now, but I'm trying to save the future here! To do that, I need my father back."

Jess let out a slight gasp, but it was enough to catch the pairs attention. They both seemed to turn towards her in slow motion, their reactions making Jess incapable of moving. Andy seemed to go into shock at first but quickly recovered, his face growing dark as he turned towards Amy.

"You kidnapped Jess?"

If Andy was angry, Amy was furious. She waved down a couple of nearby guards and suddenly Jess found herself being propelled over to them. "How much did you hear?" she growled.

"I...I..."

"Spit it out!"

Jess was too terrified to put together two coherant words let alone explain what she'd heard. Amy seemed to get angrier the longer she took. Her hand raised in the air.

Jess closed her eyes, bracing herself for a slap but no pain came. Andy had stepped in between them and caught Amy's hand. "Stop it. You hurt her, and you'll have more than saving your father to worry about."

Amy hissed. "Her daughter is the one that has the crystals!"

Everything in Jess' mind slowed right down at that point. She didn't know whether she would starting grinning and jump around or whether she would faint right there on the spot. She stared at the pair in front of her. The thought of having kids had only crossed her mind once in her life and that was when her mum and dad were giving her 'The Talk'. Now she knew she had a daughter.

Andy released Amy's hand and turned to the guards holding Jess. "Let her go." he turned back to Amy and frowned. "You really have no idea what you're getting yourself into Amy. No idea!"

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They were tailing him.

And they weren't even doing a good job of it.

They were sloppy and Becker could have spotted them from a mile away. He had to give credit to Lieutenant Nelson however. He was the only one that had managed to get within 20 feet of him without giving away his position.

Ignoring the men following him, Becker paused on the dock and glanced out towards the surrounding islands. They were beautiful, he would give them that, but one of them had something he needed and he would gladly destroy each and every one them to bring her back safe and sound.

The jingle of keys from beside him caught his attention and he turned to see the owner of the Jet Ski Hire locking up the sheds for the night. That was all it took for a plan to form in Becker's mind.

Before he knew it, he was making his way across the dock to the sheds just as the owner turned to go home.

"I'm so sorry." Becker apologised half-heartedly, slipping the owners keys into his pocket as he bumped into him. The owner smiled and muttered a few words before continuing towards the block of shops.

After the owner was out of view Becker pulled out the keys and smiled down at them.

There was a hand on his shoulder suddenly and Becker's instincts took charge. In a matter of seconds, he had Lieutenant Nelson pinned against the wall of the shed, the young man quickly trying to assure his Captain that he wasn't trying to hurt him.

Becker sighed, releasing him. "What are you doing following me?"

"You noticed?"

"I noticed all five of you. Now why are you all following me Lieutenant!"

The young man straightened up. "Connor ordered us to shadow you Sir."

Becker laughed. "You took orders from Temple?"

"Yes Sir."

Becker's amused expression vanished instantly. "Since when do you take orders from Temple?"

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say..."

"Answer the question Lieutenant. And that's a direct order."

Nelson gulped, swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in his throat. "Since Miss Parker when missing Sir. We now take orders from all personnel on the core team."

"Why would you need-"

"With all due respect Sir, since Miss Parkers disappearance, you have not been yourself. It was in everyone's best interests to give you a rest from commanding. We now take orders from the core team. Sir." the Lieutenant explained quickly.

Becker's eyes narrowed, his finger tightening around the set of keys in his hand. "Who is your Commanding Officer?"

Nelson smiled. "You are, Sir. That never changed."

"Good."

Nelson frowned. "Why is that good?"

"It means I can order you to quit following me!" Becker replied as he turned to the lock on the sheds.

The Lieutenant laughed lightly. "He thought you'd say that."

Becker paused, glancing up at the man. "What?"

"Connor, Sir. He told us you would order us to stop following you."

"Well as your Commanding Officer, I order you to stop following me and to go back to the hotel."

Lieutenant Nelson sighed. "I can't, Sir."

"Why not? It's a direct-"

"Connor ordered us to ignore you if you order us to stop following you, Sir. His exact words were "Don't do anything that Action Man orders you to do, he's bound to do something stupid. And that's a direct order." I'm sure he was mocking you Sir with the 'direct order'. Even so, we still have to follow you."

"Great. Just... great!" Becker frowned and returned back to the lock, trying out the several keys on the chain. It took him three tries before he found the right key. The lock came loose and fell into his hand.

Lieutenant Nelson glanced down at what he had been doing and sighed. "Sir, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Did Temple say anything else about stopping me... or telling him what I was doing?"

Nelson nodded. "He told us to call him if you were going to do something reckless, stupid, or something that could potentially kill you. I'll repeat my question: Sir, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

Becker sighed again as he handed the set of keys over and lifted up the shed door. "How's about hiring a jet ski? Would you have to tell him about that?"

Nelson frowned "Yes I would but Sir, what you're doing isn't hiring. It's stealing."

Becker grinned "I'm simply going to borrow it until I find Jess and then I'll bring it back."

"Sir! You can't!"

Becker began to roll one of the jet skis out towards the ramp but Lieutenant Nelson took hold of the bars and held him back. "I can't let you do that, Sir."

"How's your wife? Mary, isn't it? You must worry about her, being all alone back in London without you."

"Of course I do but Sir, what you're doing is stupid! Anyone in their right mind would tell you that!"

Becker stopped trying to pull the jet ski and walked around it so he stood next to Nelson. His eyes darkened. "The others are just sitting around looking at maps and those stupid crystals! Jess is out there and I'm going to find her. Now if want to keep this face of yours proportioned correctly, I suggest you move."

Nelson sighed in defeat. He already knew he'd lost this battle. He stepped to the side so Becker could put the jet ski into the water and quickly got out his cell phone, hitting speed dial.

The phone was picked up on the second ring. "Okay, what's he done?"

Nelson frowned as the motor of the jet ski roared to life. "Connor, he's stolen a jetski."

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