Okay I know that this is really late and short but I lost my inspiration, plus with finishing high school completely... I don't get mush time to do this but now that I am finished we'll see what happens (: Wasn't going to update something this short but it is what is. I am sorry for updating late though.

There has been a few questions about Fitz and how his beautiful face fits into this story ... I hope this clears it up.

Please leave me bits&pieces so that I can improve!

Witness Protection Chapter Two;

*1 hour before the shooting with Olivia*

"What's up Fitzgerald?"

"Nothing much Jake, how 'bout yourself?

"Yeah I'm just here to pick up by order, do you have it?"

Fitz looked down "My seller fell through so I don't have it"

"That's a shame because you were a good guy but my boss said you get the goods or we have to end all ties with you." Jake pulled a gun out and pointed to his head.

"Come on Jake, this is just a minor setback my seller is getting a new shipment by the end of this week so you will have it soon." As Fitz pleaded for his life and young man out of nowhere stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey look there is no need to use a gun, let's be civil people and not kill anyone"

Jake was furious how dear this complete stranger steps in and interferes with his business dealings. "And who do you think you are?"

"My name is James Goodman, neighbourhood watch and I am trying to make sure that there is no bloodshed tonight."

Fitz panicked as he could see in Jakes eyes that he was more than angry he was fuming, irritated by the fact that this person couldn't mind their own business. The gun that was in Jake's hands began to drop, "Shit, did this James person get through to him?!" Fitz thought. Jake began to laugh to himself. "oh shit this can't be good!"

Jake couldn't believe that "James" had the balls to confront him whilst holding a gun.

"You really think that coming over and stating that we can all be friends and everything will be okay. You really think that? I have a boss and he demands his merchandise now if he doesn't get it ... well Fitzgerald knows what happens if the boss doesn't get his merchandise, don't you?"

Jake raised the gun but pointed towards James.

"Come on Jake, don't kill him" Fitz started to get frustrated as well. This guy couldn't just mind his own business.

The sound of sirens made Jake panic, he pointed at James and pulled the trigger

BANG! Dead instantly. James's body was lying on the floor immersed in blood.

Jake changed directions and pointed towards Fitz.

"Good bye my old friend" Jakes finally words as he pulls the trigger

BANG! Fitz plummets to the floor.

Darkness.

Blood pooling from his shoulder. Once Jake realised the Fitz wasn't dead it was too late he had to make a run for it or risk being caught.

"Sir, sir, sir can you hear me?

"He... he's getting away"

"Sir I need to remain calm for me, you are losing a lot of blood, and you need to remain still as possible otherwise you might lose too much"

Fitz looked down at his shoulder; saw all the blood spilling out of the gun wound. This isn't the first time like this, with his line of business this occurred every day. Even though he never shot at someone or killed anyone it always happens to him. A slight shot of pain went straight to his shoulder as the paramedic tried to turn his arm to see how bad the wound was.

"Sir, did you see the shooter? Could you identify him?" An officer asked as him as he was being checked over.

Fitz scanned his surroundings, people were panicking, screaming. Yes this was a rough neighbourhood but something like this hasn't happened in a while. He continued to assess and finds James laying 5 feet away from him consumed by blood, so much blood. Fitz started to blame himself, he should have just said no, a two letter word NO! But then his mum and dad would be killed... he doesn't know what to do. Everything is his entire fault. Why couldn't he have just stayed at Law school and listened to his father. Guilt started to set in and take over his body. "I want out, I don't want to do this anymore, I WANT OUT NOW!" He doesn't want to hurt anyone else.

"Sir, Can you follow me to the back of the vehicle, so I can get you to the hospital?"

Fitz didn't move, he didn't say anything, too consumed in his thoughts he hadn't noticed that the paramedic was talking to him.

"Sir if you don't follow me you may lose too much blood"

Fitz started to feel lightheaded. He tried to stand but his legs gave way underneath him and fell onto the ground with great force hitting his head and knocked himself out.

Darkness.

"Sir, sir, sir can you hear me... I need so help over here"

"What happened?" A paramedic said.

"He went into shock and collapsed onto the ground, he hit his head hard as well"

As the two paramedics attempt to lift Fitz into the back of the ambulance there is another call that came through saying there has been a call in by an unknown woman in distress. She said that there has been a shooting and her friend witnessed it all.

The officers looked at each other. They were too far away to do anything about it, so they radioed to other cars and asking them if they can get that call.

"It's going to be a long night..." Fitz heard the paramedic say before they drove off to the hospital.

Okaaaay. So now you have read this short chapter I hope you want more because I seem to love writing now and now with the extra time I have with completing school I will HOPEFULLY update within a week (: Thank you guys so much by the way with all the positive bits&pieces!(: