Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE. I don't own Eve or Matt. I do own Heather and Jack though, as well as a few other minor OCs that will be appearing over time.

Author's Note: Heeeeeey! Sorry I haven't updated in a little bit. Life ain't full of free time, I'm afraid. :( But I do have an update now! Yay! Thanks for the reviews, if you liked the last chapter, you may love this one too. It's the most action packed so far in my opinion. Okay? Okay! Please enjoy!

Luckily, over the next few days Eve began to become busy, barely unable to sit down, let alone think about Matt and his possible faults. First, she had to go to a dinner with Heather and Colin to which she met her best friend's newest boy toy and found him to be just like the others—with the added fact that he was drop dead gorgeous with these piercing blue eyes. But polite and Eve respected that. Hopefully, Colin wouldn't get his decent little heart broken by her tornado-like best friend.

Second, she found that not doing laundry for nearly a month left a big mess. Eve spent hours in the laundry mat, trying to make sure everything she had worn was clean.

And finally, out of some odd luck, she landed another modeling job. Considering how scarce the work had been as of late, she found this to be a blessing. The model the company wanted had come down with a bad case of the flu and was unable to make her shoot. Someone had suggested the Latina model and there she was, about to take a photo shoot with a man by the name of Harvey Green.

Heather was in her corner as well, watching from the sidelines. Well, she wasn't actually watching. She was texting Colin and making googly eyes at her phone every so often.

"Look this way, Ms. Torres. Now give me your temptation face. Show me something that would want me something I can't have." Green walked around Eve; getting every angle he could of her while she tried to give him want he wanted. "Good, Ms. Torres. Good! Now give me a blissful look. Pretend you just went on a perfect date and the man is everything you ever wanted."

At the sound of this, Heather looked up and stifled a giggle. Eve ignored it and found herself thinking about Matt as Green snapped away. Her face had to be priceless, a true feeling of delight spreading through her at the thought of him. His smile, his laugh… the way he looked at her and only her. Everything she wanted.

"Great, Ms. Torres! Really, really nice. I got some wonderful shots so far. Now, let's change you into this outfit and then we'll take some shots on the bench over there, okay?"

Eve wasn't really listening though as she took the clothing from the photographer. He wasn't aware, but he had sent her mind to a place that could be potentially dangerous: her feelings for Matt.

!

Across town, Matt was trying to fix his leaking faucet with an old wrench, bent over at an odd angle while the constant drip, drip, drip sounded in his ear. He'd been at it for nearly an hour now and nothing he seemed to do would be right. The faucet had broken months ago, a least three months back, but the landlord had told him he didn't have the money to get it fixed and that he'd have to live with it.

"One day," Matt muttered as he stood, staring at the sink in anger, "I'm not going to live in this shit hole and I'm going to be leaving somewhere nice where the faucets are made of gold or somethin'."

Shaking his head, the man went toward his couch and flopped down on the equally as loud fabric, closing his eyes. A woman filled his eyes. A woman that happened to be Hispanic, one with a spicy smile and a quiet yet confident demeanor to her. He could hear her laugh, feel her grip on his hand… almost taste her cheek. "Eve," Matt whispered.

He hadn't called her yet. Not wanting to seem desperate, Matt decided he was going to call her the next day and ask her out on another date. Since the first one had gone so well, the brunette couldn't see why she would object to another one… unless she had lied on the first date about her feelings. But Eve didn't seem like the lying type to him. He could only pray he was right.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Matt was interjected from his thoughts and brought back to the present. "Coming," he grumbled miserably, annoyed that someone had the audacity to even think about disrupting the one thing he had going for him then.

It rang again only seconds later.

"I said I'm coming," Matt snapped quietly. "God, people can be so impatient." Over the next few seconds, someone kept ringing the door bell over and over again. Finally, when Matt opened it, he was met with a sight he didn't think he'd see. "What are you doing here?"

The person on the other side was the last person he wanted to see. "Hello, Matt."

"How'd you find my address? Get the fuck out of here. You're not welcome here."

"Come down, Matt. You think you could move on so easily, huh? Think the past isn't going to follow you and hunt you down? No one has forgotten, you know. It's still talked about every day."

Matt gritted his teeth. "Go the fuck away."

"What's the matter? Can't stand to hear about it? Because you know that you lied. You know what really happened." The person chuckled darkly. "You know you just got lucky."

"Get the fuck out of here, okay?"

The person shook their head and began to pull their hand out of the pocket of their jacket, revealing a gun. "I'm sorry, Matt. You thought you could get away with something like this, but you won't. I'm going to make sure you pay."

"Is that loaded?" He couldn't take his eyes off the gun. For some reason, he was frozen at the door, staring down at it even though he knew he had a better chance of not getting killed by simply slamming the door in the person's face. "Leave…"

"Oh… no, Matt." The gun rose in the person's hand and before Matt could let it sink in; there was a loud popping noise, followed by running footsteps in Matt's blurring mind. He glanced down at his stomach, seeing an increasing spot of blood on his old white t-shirt.

"Fuck," he grumbled, crumbling to the ground. With the last ounce of all that he had in him, he dialed the only number he hoped would answer. It rang several times before going to the voice mail. "Eve," he mumbled, voice tired. "Get… get… help…"

!

"I want fast food." Eve grinned at Heather, her eyes lit up. She hardly ever treated herself to junk like that and after a successful modeling job, she wanted to pig out just a little. "McDonalds for sure."

"Fine by me," Heather said absently. "Can I see your phone for a second? Mine died. I just want to check something since we share the same provider."

"Your phone wouldn't have died on you if you hadn't texted on it all day long," Eve reminded her in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up." Heather grinned though and flipped open the phone of her best friend's. "Weird, you have a missed call from… oh my God; you made his name a heart?"

Eve's eyes widened as Heather stared at her missed calls. She grabbed the phone from her and tried not to look too eager. She had wanted Matt to call her for a while now but didn't know if he was going to. Maybe she had read his feelings wrong after all… since it had been three days without any contact, perhaps. But before her was a missed call and a voice message.

"Yes!" Eve cheered, smiling widely. "Let me check it."

The look of happiness was completely gone in seconds after hearing the message. In its place was one of confusion and fear, a bit of annoyance, but mostly confusion. She stared at the phone for a moment, as if it would give the answer to the question she was thinking. Matt had called and asked her for… help? But there was something wrong with his voice… it sounded weak… tired…

"What time is it?"

"About two… why?"

Eve glanced at the missed call. Only twenty-five minutes had passed. Quickly, she tried to remember where Matt had said he lived. "Come on!"

"Where are we going?"

Eve grabbed Heather's hand and pulled her along, ignoring her best friend's pleas of an answer. She didn't have time. The more she thought about it, the more she thought something could be seriously wrong with Matt. Maybe he fell down a flight of stairs, or maybe he had choked on something… but she needed to get to his apartment complex.

When she did find it, another five minutes had passed. But what alarmed her most was the array of police cars in front of it. She walked up to the taped up scene and tapped a friendly looking officer on the shoulder. "What happened, Officer?"

"A man was shot."

Eve nearly fell to the floor. But it might not be Matt… right?

Before she could ask anything else, the man next to him, also a police officer said, "Well, they took him to the hospital, Fred. We're still looking for this Eve woman he was mumbling about. I don't think she lives in the building so this is going to make it difficult to find her…"

Eve nearly fell again. "Excuse me… I'm Eve."

The officers looked up in shock and slight awe. "Do you know a Matthew Hardy?"

It was him! Eve nearly began to cry. "Yes…"

"I'm afraid you'd better get to the hospital a few blocks from here. Mr. Hardy has been shot and is in critical condition at the moment." She backed away at this and nodded, although nothing was really sinking in… Matt had been shot? What was going on?

Whoa, right? I told you! Who shot Matt? And will Eve go to the hospital to find him? You'll find out... Please read and review! :D