A rush of adrenaline flood through my veins and the thoughts became jumbled in my mind. I struggled to remember wear the stairs were located in the house but I knew better than to take the elevator in this situation. My feet moved as fast as my training ever taught them how to move.

"Where is he?" I yelled at anyone who was listening.

"They're both in their quarters." Someone replied behind me.

My heart sank to know they both were remaining in the room. I didn't know if that meant both of them were injured or they were not able to be moved. I wasn't sure who shot the President and what the situation was at all.

"Liam! Liam she's in there." Another agent began to yell when I made it up to the private floor.

My legs somehow began to run even faster at this news and I pushed at the people who were forming in the hallways who were doing nothing to help. My hand grabbed at the doorknob that was locked which wasn't a surprise. My fist came in contact with the door quickly and rapidly while I yelled my name until someone opened barely for me to shove it open.

Before I could slam the door shut, the image I saw before me is one I will never forget. It's the nightmare that has woken me up of a thousand nights as I clutched my chest. It's the sight I wish I could show the people who don't have a heart for a man who gave his life for his country.

Mr. Jonas appeared to be sleeping face down in his bed in a white t-shirt and sweat pants like the simple man he was. He had a glass of water on his nightstand next to him along with stacks of paper work and a half a dozen pens. This was how he spent his alone time like a normal politician.

This wasn't the true sight I saw though. His white t-shirt was now soaked in blood and the cream sheets he laid in were used as a sponge to collect the blood on his pillow. The head board had blood splattered up many inches and the bedside lamp shade was now decorated in red also.

And Mrs. Jonas. Mrs. Jonas was kneeling on the floor along the bed with her head lying next to him as she sobbed. You could see her blood stained hands as she grabbed at his shirt as if she could get closer to him somehow.

I stood there for what felt like several minutes but I don't know how long it really was until I went in to action. I looked around the room to notice that the only people in the room were Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, and Mr. Jonas' night agent. I knew we were all visibly upset but we had to do something quick.

"You….I take it you checked his pulse?" I said quietly to Matt, Mr. Jonas' agent that I had become familiar with. He nodded and wiped his eyes with bloody hands of his own. "Have you called anyone?"

"I had someone get you and by now, officials know. " He answered. "We should call Joe for her."

"Okay." I nodded and looked around the room for a cell phone. I eventually found one and returned to Matt who gave me a pale look when I started to hand it to him. "I can do it."

I went through the phone until I found Joe's name in the phonebook and clicked the call button. I wiped my eyes and nose as the phone rang.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered.

"Is this Joe Jonas?" I asked nervously, tears brimming my eyes.

"Yes, who is this?" He questioned.

"Joe this is Mr. Hemsworth, I work for-. " I tried to explain to be clear.

"I know." Joe chuckled.

Mrs. Jonas looked up at me and then down at her husband as she shook her head in tears. I sighed at his easiness and tried to squeeze my eyes tightly together.

"You need to get to the house right away something has happened to Mr. Jonas." I responded with a cracked voice. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean something happened?" Joe said quickly.

"You need to get here right away." I repeated.

"Is he already gone?" Joe asked and the question sent chills down my spine.

"Yes Sir." I said in tears.

"On my way. Tell Miley." And he was gone.

"What happened?" I whispered with my back towards the couple.

"We heard a gunshot and the person left the building before anyone could grab them." Matt replied.

"Someone just shot him?" I asked.

"There have been a lot of threats Liam. I've been watching him like a hawk and he's had double the agents around him where ever he goes. The Europe trip might not have been completed." Matt whispered back to me.

"Where was she?" I nodded towards Mrs. Jonas.

"Sleeping right beside him." Matt looked at me. "She wouldn't let anyone in here but us. I don't know how were going to get him out of here."

I looked at the women kneeling beside her assassinated husband as she cried and prayed for him to come back although she knew it was impossible. I didn't know how we would even get through the next hour but it felt selfish to even think for myself when the broken girl was in front of me. Mr. Jonas was her everything and without him, I didn't know how she would go on.

When Joe entered the door, his face was blood pale and his breathing was uneven as he had run down the hall. His eyes met mine and quickly found his brothers body laid in the bed. He kneeled next to Mrs. Jonas and let his tears fall in to the sheets as he cried at the reality of his brother's death.

I found myself feeling worthless, I didn't know what to do with myself. There was so much to do but I didn't know what. Do I try to talk to one of them? Do I contact my boss who probably has a million things going on? Do I leave? Do I let my emotions go and cry for the man who is lying cold in front of me? All I wanted to do was find the person who did this and kill them.

I closed my eyes and thought of Mr. and Mrs. Jonas as a normal couple. If you took away the fancy clothes, the expensive clothes, the luxurious homes and cameras following them everywhere; they were just a man and a wife. She was now a widow who needed to say goodbye to her husband and the privacy to do that.

"Let's leave them alone." I whispered to Matt.

"Alone?" He looked at me.

"Alone. What else is going to happen to them?" I looked at the floor while reaching for the gun attached to my waist.

I walked over to Mrs. Jonas and Joe as they rested their heads on the soft sheets as their sobs softly erupted from their mouths. My shoes met Joe's body first where I crouched beside his body and set the gun next to his arms that laid next to Mr. Jonas' legs. Next, my hand rested on Mrs. Jonas' shoulder and she took a deep breath in order to calm herself under ones touch. I looked at Mr. Jonas' body one last time before I closed my eyes and thought of his wide smile that I saw only hours ago.

"We'll be nearby if you need anything." I spoke. "You know how to reach me." Matt and I walked out the door and thankfully, the hallway was empty.

The procession stretched for a mile behind me of government officials from the U.S and other countries around the world, friends and family, citizens and anyone else who wanted to mourn the president. The streets were filled with people who sobbed for a man they never personally knew like I did. People held American flags or signs but mostly, they stayed quiet for the family who had lost their husband, son, brother and uncle.

Mrs. Jonas was at my side, wearing a black dress that was made of silk that met the rough paved ground and drug on behind her as she walked. She did not wear a veil to cover her face, instead her hair was pulled back in to a messy up-do with pieces falling that showed America who she truly was, a broken wife who was falling part. Her hands were covered in black gloves that ran up her arms until it met the bend in her arms. The make-up she wore was minimal as her eyes were bare; everybody knew that it would smudge no matter what product they used.

The sound of violins playing and horses cantering tried to distract me from our destination but what was in front of me was the worst. Soldiers marched only inches away, carrying the casket that was tightly wrapped in an American flag. In that casket, laid the man that I was not ready to let go of and a man who was not ready to leave. Mrs. Jonas made sure that her husband was carried, even if the soldiers had to trade off during the walk.

The cold air hit my face as I sniffled, tears pouring down my face and muscles contracting to keep my composure. My feet were becoming sore since I had been on my feet all day and it had been a rough past week. My brain wasn't all there to do my job, to look out for Mrs. Jonas but I had to at least try. I knew there were others here but I was the one in the end to kill anyone who tried to touch her.

We finally made it to Arlington cemetery where it all felt like a blur. I stood behind Mrs. Jonas and Joe as they folded the flag and handed it to her. She hugged it tightly as the guns fired loudly in to the air from the soldier's guns. I could hear others crying and I wanted to silence them. This was Mrs. Jonas' moment. She was lying next to her husband as he was shot and now had to watch him be lowered in to the ground. It was her time to cry and for everyone to hear only her sobs.

I held my position as soldier's moved away from the casket and Mrs. Jonas walked towards it slowly. She wiped her eyes with the white handkerchief that was missing from my pocket that I must have given her that during our walk. Her delicate fingers grasped on to the casket and she bowed her head for several seconds as several tears dripped on to the cold ground.

Joe placed his hand on her back and she raised her head to look up at the sky before she fell to the ground. The crowd gasped as she sat in her dress sobbing and placing her hand on the casket for what she knew was the last time. Joe picked her up slowly and held her to his chest before the casket began to lower in to the ground.

It began to rain and Mrs. Jonas' quieted although I know her tears still fell. Nobody moved to escape the rain. There was too much respect for the man to leave his memorial for such a small inconvenience of their experience attire getting wet. An umbrella was held over Mrs. Jonas as she was carried away to her car and from my position of standing behind her, I heard decline the umbrella.

"If it's going to rain on today, I want to feel it." She spoke, the first time in hours.

Hello everyone! I finally got an update on here, I apologize for the delay. This story is almost at its ending point. I will admit, it didn't come out like I hoped but I tried! Please review and let me know what you think.

Oh and a couple of you guessed the right President. Young, back pain, lost children, smart man behind a troubled life, and now assassination. John F. Kennedy!