Rachel was so ready, so excited for this day. She had been planning this party for awhile, even before all of this crazy fan stuff started to take over her life, her house and her emotions. Rachel loved throwing pool parties, they were just a nice time to unwind and enjoy the water, some adult beverages, music, food and conversation.

Rachel spent lots of time with Mercedes and Kurt planning everything out for the party. She had a nicely crafted guest list that contained friends, colleagues, industry uppity ups and one or two enemies. Rachel lived by the notion, "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer," and there were a few of Rachel's industry enemies that she had invited out of politeness. They had spent just as much time coming up with the food that the three would prepare. Of course it helped that Rachel had restaurant quality appliances, it made preparing lots of food quickly, but she still relied on the trusty old Crockpot dishes. That's why no one ever turned down a Rachel Berry pool party invite, even though there were lots of Hollywood touches, it was still very homey and down to earth, just like Rachel.

She had already put on her first bathing suit of the day. By the end, she would probably have changed five times, but she didn't care, she just hated sitting around in a wet suit. Throwing a cover up on and putting her sun hat on, she walked out to where the rental company was setting up some tables and chairs and extra lawn/pool furniture and a few cabanas. This was one of the splurges she did for her parties, the extra furniture and fire tables speckled throughout the back lawn so people could be comfortable.

She noticed Finn watching the workmen setting up the different rentals. He was surrounded by security officers from his company, and he was holding a clipboard and talking. His mouth set in a now usual grim line. Rachel kept looking at him, standing there, in all his 6'3" command. He looked like a leader, even if he was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a navy blue t-shirt and his trusty baseball cap. She would do anything to see what kind of smile he had. And she was starting to think she would do just about anything.

Shaking her mind out of the gutter and blushing slightly, she readjusted her hat and sauntered over to where Finn and several men were standing. She noted that she had met almost all of them at some point. She saw the one that was the bane of Kurt's existence, Puck, the blond, Sam, the one in the wheelchair, Artie, Coach Bieste and one she had yet to meet, a tall Asian man. They were all wearing navy blue cargo pants, gray t-shirts, baseball hats with the company logo and what looked like a police belt that had handcuffs, a baton and a gun. Even Artie, in a wheelchair, had the same belt with the same things.

She heard Finn in his soft tone, "Okay Puck, you're on gate duty. You're checking everyone against the list and their id's. Rachel has informed her guests that if they don't have their id, then they can't come in, no exception. Got it Puck. I don't care if some starlet bats her eyes at you or flashes her boobs, she doesn't get in unless her name is on the list and she shows a picture id, or I send you back to Lima on the bus, understood?" Rachel hid a giggle as she saw the mohawked man noticeably gulp and nod his head.

"Artie, you'll be in my room monitoring all cameras our radios. If you need to leave notify Artie so he can keep an eye on your sector, or move someone over. Understood?" She saw Finn look at his employees and saw all of them nod in unison.

"Coach, Sam, and Mike you're back in this area, walking the sectors. Make sure the perimeter is checked every forty-five minutes, especially along the tree line. That's one place someone could hide. Rotate your sectors every ninety. One person must be around the pool area at all times. Puck, you'll cover the front and gate area. I'm keeping you away from the bikini clad women, and you know why, so don't even ask me to put you in the back."

"What about you Finn? What're you going to do? Just soak up the sun and look at all of the hot bods walking around in next to nothing?" Puck leered at Finn.

"Shove it Puckerman! I'm still keeping an eye on Rachel and everyone else. Even though she wants this to be my "day off' it won't be. If you need me get me on my phone. I'll have it on me at all times." Rachel rolled her eyes as she listened to Finn. She knew he would never completely take the day off, but she wanted him to try to enjoy himself, even if it was for a little bit.

Since everyone had been deep in learning their assignments, Rachel walked up and tapped Finn on the shoulder, surprising him and causing him to wince. "Oh gosh Finn. I forgot. I'm so sorry." Rachel started lightly rubbing the area that was causing him pain. Her mind flashed back to what caused it, those damned thumb tacks.

The evening after her interview with People and having several groups in and out for meetings about the pool party, Rachel decided she would take everyone out to eat at one of her favorite restaurants, The Inn of the Seventh Ray. It had been a pleasant evening and when they got home, both went to went to their respected rooms, until she heard a loud thud.

Rachel's eyes scrunched up as she remembered the sight of Finn's back covered in blood and the look of pain he was trying to mask with grunts. Looking down, she saw what was causing the pain as Finn was on his elbows and knees. Thumbtacks. Hundreds of them dotting his neck and back.

Rachel felt all the blood leave her face thinking about having to pull the tacks from Finn's broad back. As she did, the blood started flowing freely causing her to use her skills to stay calm as she cleaned him up, but would have much rather taken to him to the emergency room, but he refused. That night, she helped him move to the couch and worrying about him and his pain, she slept on the chair, waking up whenever he tried to move.

Coming out of her memory, Rachel looked up at him, "Finn, can you help me start setting out some of the food. Kurt and Mercedes are putting the finishing touches on it and setting up the bar and drinks. Guests should be arriving at anytime." .

"All right! Everyone take your posts. Puck, help Artie up the steps into the house and grab your laptop for the guest check in. Everyone to your areas, stay hydrated, it'll be hot today and keep communicating. Artie in about 10 do a check." With that Rachel saw Finn shake his guards' hands and then start toward the house.

"Finn! Wait for me. You're helping me, remember?" Rachel had to run to catch up to his long strides. She grabbed his arm to slow him down just a bit, "Hey remember, you're off duty. There are lots of guards here to protect me and my guests, so try to enjoy yourself. Who knows, maybe you'll smile for once?" Rachel smiled trying to tease something out of him, but it didn't seem to be working.

She knew he was tense enough about the tack incident, because he had set up wireless cameras in all rooms except for the bathroom, to capture anyone coming in or out of them. Walking into the dark, cool kitchen, Rachel watched as the ease that Finn greeting Mercedes and Kurt, even ruffling Kurt's perfect hair and getting his arm slapped for it. Even though everything was tense, she noticed that Finn was slightly loosening up and joking some. There were still no smiles or sparks in his eyes, even when he was in pain, but the teasing of Kurt was some progress.

Putting bowls of food in his arm, Rachel grabbed some as well and both walked out to the patio and started putting the different foods out. Rachel watched as he put the food down and fix it so it would look nice. Rachel smiled at how such a tough man could do such small, delicate things. Rachel could picture her and Finn doing this all the time, having small parties and setting things up together for their friends, but she shook her head, knowing that this was just a silly school girl crush fantasy.

The party was well underway. Rachel was having a great time. Rachel was until one of her rivals she invited showed up, and that would be one Quinn Fabray. Quinn was everything she wasn't, blond, all-American looking and had been in a slew of hit movies. She was what everyman seemed to crave, and no matter what, made Rachel feel self conscious. Rachel watched from the bar as Quinn strutted around the pool in a very tiny yellow bikini, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Rachel looked down at her own suit. Rachel had a thing for vintage looking swimsuits, and she loved Esther Williams swimsuits so she wore her favorite hot pink one piece halter that showed off her curves, but even though she looked good in it, it was nothing compared to how Quinn looked in her little yellow bikini. She noted that Finn was watching Quinn. Of course what hot blooded male wouldn't notice Quinn, and even though Finn was professional, he was still a hot blooded male. Rachel pursed her lips in distaste realizing that Finn and Quinn's names even rhymed.

Walking around and greeting her guests, sampling food and drinking her beloved pink cocktails, but Rachel kept her eye on Finn, wanting to see some type of spark in his eye, and all she saw was his eyes constantly roaming the area.

Getting frustrated, Rachel went into the house to change her suit again. Walking into the cool and darkness of her house, Rachel saw someone sitting at the kitchen counter, startled, she noticed it was Puck. "Oh, hi Puck. Didn't recognize you without your Mohawk. Taking a break?"

"Yea. It's pretty hot out there, and I didn't want to eat outside. I'll leave if you want me to." He said as he started to get up. Rachel held her hand up and shook her head.

Changing her suit and coming back out to the kitchen, she looked at Puck as he laid his head down on the counter, cooling off. He had come from Lima to be with Finn, why? While Puck was alone without Finn around, she was going ask him why they were all out here.

"Puck, can I ask you a question. It may be a little personal, but it isn't about you."

"Sure Berry, shoot."

"Why did so many people from Lima follow Finn out here and now work for him? Do you all owe him something?"

"No. We're here to look after Finn. He's changed a lot since school, and when he said he was starting this business and he wanted people he could trust, we jumped at the chance, and not because of the job, but because of him."

"Why do you have to look after him? He's a decorated Marine. Any why does he always seem so sad? He never smiles."

"Cuz my boy has had a lot of shitty things happen to him since high school, and when that many shitty things happen, it's bound to change a person. And unfortunately, it changed Finn, a lot. He isn't the happy, laid back dude from high school. Now he's all business."

"What changed him?"

"Not my story to tell Berry. It's Finn's and he won't be telling it. Trust me. The boy locks up his emotions tighter than Fort Knox. The sad part is he wasn't like this in the past. He wore his emotions on his sleeve. He was an open book, that's why it used to be easy to beat him at poker. Now, the dude has no tells what so ever and takes all my money." Puck was mumbling the last part, as Rachel tried to process what he said.

"Can I tell you something in confidence Puck?"

"Sure, but it doesn't make us friends or anything."

Rachel was eager to share her plan with someone that might help her. Mercedes and Kurt told her to leave Finn alone, but Rachel just couldn't. "I've made it my goal to make Finn happy. Live a little bit. That's why I didn't want him working the party. I figured if I could get him smiling, or a twinkle in his eye, things would be so much better for him."

"Well, something tells me you may be just the person to do it. I've seen how Finn works and behaves around our clients, and he treats you a lot differently than he has others. Take Quinn Fabray; the gal is smoking, and she requested a guard due to a "stalker" and Finn went out to do the job. I guess by the end of the evening, she was laying a full lip lock on him, and by midnight, Sue was at her house with a bullhorn, and we ceased working with her. Found out all she wanted was the "hot bodyguard" she kept seeing around at different events. That's the difference Berry, where a lot of these starlets see Finn as some "hot guy" you actually see him as a person with feelings, even though I don't think they exist anymore. I think that's the only way we'll ever get the old Finn back, is by someone seeing him as a person, because he doesn't even see himself as one anymore."

"Who knew you were more than just steroids and hair?" Rachel replied with a laugh and received a shrug from Puck as he got up from his stool.

"All I know, is if you are what my bro needs to be himself, I'll support you 100% on whatever you do. Promise."

With that Puck radioed Artie and left, leaving Rachel to ponder everything she had just learned about her bodyguard.

Finn was walking around the pool, drinking some iced tea and keeping his eye on Rachel and her guests. Yes, he knew it was his time to "relax" but that was never going to happen. Too many people and workers, and Finn's back was achy from all the puncture wounds he had from those damned thumb tacks. Santana was working on tracking down all the workers and people that had been in the house the day of the "thumbtack attack" but the companies weren't being real forth coming with their employee list. Finn was ready to release Satan on them in her full force to get the information they needed.

Finn remembered how concerned Rachel had been when he had literally jumped off of the bed and fell to the floor in pain. He was so proud of the fact that even though she was as white as a sheet, she kept her cool and sat there and removed all the tacks and cleaned his wounds and slept on the armchair all night to make sure he was okay. No other client had ever done that. Hell, the only person that had ever done that for him had been his mom and he didn't think he'd ever find someone like that again.

Finn sat down for a few and watched as Quinn Fabray strutted past him for the umpteenth time in yellow string that she called a bikini. Finn was thankful he was wearing his sunglasses, because he rolled his eyes every time she did. She was just desperate, and he wanted nothing to do with her.

Finn's eyes caught sight of Rachel walking around the pool. There was someone that wasn't trashy, Rachel was a true, classy lady. She was wearing her second or third bathing suit, and each one was old-fashion looking but classy and looked hot on her. They fit her curves and made them look even better if that was possible. The little sailor suit bikini she had on at the moment made Finn want to drool, but he was too professional for that, even if he was a guy and she was smokin' with her curves.

Although he gave the appearance of lounging on a deck chair Finn kept eyeing the guests, watching their movements. The lady who had been occupying his thoughts sat down at the end of his chair. "Do you need anything Rachel?" he asked wondering why she was sitting next to him.

"No Finn. I just wanted to see if you were having fun, enjoying yourself. Your staff is doing an awesome job so you can relax. You haven't even been in the pool yet, and I'm already on my third swimsuit! Come on Finn. Lighten up. Have fun!" She leaned in and whispered, "Remember, I promised I'd make you happy, Finn Hudson from Lima Ohio." When Rachel placed her hand on his thigh, Finn felt fire shoot through his body, just from her touch. "Don't make me have to throw you in the pool."
The thought of he and Rachel tumbling into the pool together sent a whole series of mental images flashing through his mind. Images that really shouldn't be in his head.

Finn shook his head, wiping his thought clear, like an Etch-A-Sketch, but it didn't work. The image of Rachel in her various swimsuits were burned in his mind. He liked the black halter with tiny gold stars that gathered perfectly around her curves the best, because it made her flawless. He shook his head again, trying to will himself to act professional, but there was just something about her that pulled him to her, and not just in a sexual way. Making out with her, even though wrong, was just so hot and he couldn't help himself, he wanted more. "You know, you need to hang out with your guests, not me. I'm just the hired help." Finn said, working hard to control the smile in his voice that was trying to work its way out.

"Finn, you're my friend. Family, remember? You're the cousin coming to visit for the summer. I don't treat my employees like employees, because they're my family out here. Besides, I like spending time with you." Finn saw a sparkle in her eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to just pick her up, place her in his lap and kiss her senseless for all to see. She was like a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dark life, but Finn knew better, which was why he kept his cool distance.

But that was also why he probably shouldn't be squeezing the hand she still had on his thigh.

"Well, I'm going to go get some more to eat. You three divas did an awesome job on the food. I really like the cookies. Chocolate chip and snickerdoodles are my favorite." With that, Finn left Rachel with a slight blush on her cheeks. Finn really enjoyed seeing the rosy pink tinge her cheeks got when he complimented her and it just made her more alluring.

Grabbing a couple of cookies, Finn pulled his baseball cap lower on his head and started walking the perimeter. The very back of Rachel's property had a tree line that sat just off her property, while natural borders marked the rest of her property. As Finn chewed on the cookie and looked around, he could have sworn he saw s glint in the tree line. Jogging over to the clump of trees, Finn walked into them a little, but didn't see anything. And he knew none of the other guards had seen anything or they would have told him immediately.

Continuing his unofficial watch, his eyes moved along until they again settled on the sailor inspired bikini. She was now lounging in a floating chaise in her pool with a bright pink cocktail at her lips. How many had she had, he wondered, watching as she licked her lips. Walking along, saying hello to the few people he knew, he felt a hand on his arm. Not getting that warm sensation that Rachel's hand gave him, he turned and gulped seeing the blond hair and sharp features of one Quinn Fabray.

"Well Finn! Fancy seeing you here handsome? How do you know our hostess?" Quinn asked, batting her lashes at him.

"I work for Ms. Berry, Ms. Fabray." Finn said coolly, hoping she picked up on the displeasure in his voice.

"You work for her? Why would she need a bodyguard? No one in their right mind would be stalking her. Of course a stalker would have to be certifiable to think she was worthy of anything. I bet her stalker has a large /RuPaul fetish," Quinn laughed, thinking she was funny, but Finn had a different opinion.

Attempting to be as civil as possible he began, "Ms. Fabray, you aren't very nice are you? I mean …" he didn't get anything else out because he felt Quinn's lips on his, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth. Finn felt her nails dig into his injured back, and he groaned in agony. Quinn obviously took it as a pleasant groan, because she kept putting more pressure on his back trying to illicit another one.

Trying to wipe the taste of Quinn off his lips with the back of his hand, Finn pushed her away roughly and glared daggers at Quinn. "Obviously, you didn't get it first time. I don't date or kiss clients, and even if I did, it wouldn't be someone like you. You're just an illusion of blond hair and blue eyes to hide the fact that you have black heart. Leave me alone." Finn stalked off, feeling violated, hearing Quinn let out a huff of indignation in his wake.

Needing to get away from everyone, Finn walked into the house and to his room, where Artie was set up. "Hey man, how's the cameras?" Finn asked as he clapped Artie on the shoulder and checked his bed before dropping down on it.

"Got a nice shot of Quinn Fabray trying to play tonsil hockey with you."

"Delete it"

"What?"

"You heard me. Delete it. I don't want any memory of that damned kiss. She's awful. How can people be charmed by her and thing she's the greatest thing since sliced bread? She's just…ugh. She thinks because she blond and blue eyed everyone should just fall at her feet." Finn said as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. She was so angular and sharp where as Rachel was curvy and soft, much better to hold in his arms…

"You don't agree?" Artie asked wondering why his friend would say that.

"No Artie. Compare Quinn and Rachel. Quinn bases everything on perception, but Rachel bases it on talent and compassion. She actually cares about her fans and does things to make them happy. Quinn is like stick skinny where Rachel had curves that are just awesome. Rachel has true talent. She can sing and act and is just everything that Quinn isn't."

"Boss man, you got it baaaad. You like Rachel Berry, the most talkative, annoying client we've ever had. But she has a heart of gold, so I can see why you like her."

"Shut up Artie. I like Rachel, as a friend and client. Not in the way your dirty mind is going. I don't do that. She's a client."

"Keep telling yourself that Finny boy. As I quote, "I'm gonna make you happy, Finn Hudson from Lima Ohio."'

"Shut it Abrams. You're sounding like Puck. And my threat to Puck also goes for you. I'm going back out. Any problems though?"

"Nothing really, but I keep picking up some strange signals, but they're the type of signals we pick up whenever we are at these type of parties, so nothing I'm worried about."

"All right man. Want me to grab you some chow?"

"Naw, Miss Berry was kind enough to bring me a plate."

"See ya later. Ooooo, is that Brittany, talking to Rachel?" Finn was pointing to one of the monitors. Sure enough, there was Artie's girlfriend talking up a storm to Rachel Berry and hugging her to death. "Better go see what that's about."

Finn jogged out of the house and over to Rachel who looked like she was being squeezed to death by the one and only Brittany Pierce. Finn knew Brittany was a choreographer and dancer here in LA, but how did she know Rachel?

As soon as the blond caught sight of Finn, she let go of Rachel and proceeded to squeeze Finn. "FINN! I didn't know you'd be here! Oh how fun! Wait, does that mean Artie's here too? Hi Artie! I thought that was Puck at the gate. How funny." Finn looked over at Rachel who was taking deep breaths and getting her normal color back. As Brittany frantically waved at one of the hidden cameras and blowing kisses to it.

"Britt, how do you know Rachel?"

"Oh, I'm her choreographer for her music videos and I'm working on her new movie silly." Brittany said in her breathy, excited voice.

"Finn, how do you and Brittany know each other?" Rachel asked her eyebrow quirked.

Before Finn could even reply Brittany was talking excitedly, "Oh, we went to high school together and Artie, my boyfriend, works for Finn! Artie coming out here is the whole reason I'm here. I'd be lost without Artie, really…except he bought me that little machine that talks and tells me how to turn to get to where I need to go but I think…" Finn instinctually tuned Brittany out since she was going off on one of her confused thoughts shaking his head as he walked away, going to grab a burger and to get away from Rachel's inquisitive stare.

Seeing Quinn sitting near the pool, Finn walked the opposite way, not wanting to lose his appetite. Groaning inwardly, Finn took a seat near the DJ and kept watching the guests until he heard a voice he knew well say, "Finn Hudson, come up here and sing! I even got Hello I Love You ready to go!" Finn looked at the bouncing blond and then at the smirks of his employees. He would so be getting them back. He could almost hear Artie dying of laughter in front of the monitors.

It had been so long since he really sang, and here he was, about to karaoke in front of people that were talented for a living, except for Quinn. Taking the mike from Brittany, Finn started in with the music. Looking around as he sang, his eyes met Rachel's, and she was smiling. Forgetting where he was for a moment, he let himself go and started moving to the music, walking towards her. When the music stopped, Finn realized what he did, since he was standing right in front of Rachel and quickly handed the mike back and booked it into the house, too embarrassed.

He knew a 5'2"someone was on his heels as he left, but didn't dare look around until he was sitting on the couch, wanting to be swallowed up and disappear.

"Finn, that was amazing! I know you were in a glee club, but wow! You could give some of these fellows a run for their money."

"Thanks Rach, but no. I was set up by the guys and Bieste. I wasn't doing my job." Finn was shaking his head when he felt the couch shift. Looking into her eyes made him forget everything he was trying to do and made him think of what he wanted to do.

"You're a really good singer Finn. Why don't you sing anymore? I know you sang to me that night in your room. I remember." She looked at him with vibrancy in her eyes that he could lose himself in. She sparkled. Finn just shook his head.

"Rach, my life is not about songs and happily ever after and having a family, it's about life and death. Songs just don't have a place in my life anymore." Finn felt Rachel inching closer to him, even though he kept looking at her eyes. Looking into them made him forgot about the past, and the fact that she was coming closer to him until he felt the brush of her lips on his.

"Finn, I want you to be happy. And. It looks. Like singing. Makes you happy." Rachel punctuated each phrase with a soft kiss on Finn's lips. Finn didn't want to her to stop. Each light kiss sent butterflies through his stomach. "And. I like you. Calling. Me Rach."

Losing himself in her eyes and kisses, he whispered hoarsely, "I wanna be happy…" as he started leaning into her until he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Jumping off the couch, Finn saw it was just Sam, but still, he didn't need to be kissing Rachel Berry.

Running his hands through his hair, and looking confused, Finn took off toward the pool, needing some space and some air.

As the evening turned late, people started filtering home, and by midnight all that was left was the DJ packing up his equipment. Finn had already sent his guys home, after being totally razzed by them and Artie sticking Finn's performance on YouTube.

Sitting on the edge of the pool, Finn sat in the quietness, listening to the wind lap the water against the edge of the pool. His mind was racing over everything that had happened at the party; Quinn, Rachel, sexy swimsuits, singing, kisses, curves, and sparkling eyes. Hearing the pocket French door slide open, he knew who it was, smelling her scent, "Hey Rach. Looks like you had a great party."

Rachel sat next to him, letting her legs float in the water. Nudging Finn in the shoulder she laughed, "Your legs are longer than mine."

"Yea, well being 6'3" is larger than 5'2" so, I think my legs would be longer."

"Did you have a good time Finn? I really hope you did. You deserve to." Finn saw the earnestness in her face and it made his heart hurt. How can someone want something so badly for him and barely know him? "What was your favorite part of the party?"

"Huh?"

"What was your favorite part? I really liked it when Brittany made you sing. You're very talented Finn, I mean it."

"My favorite part? You want the truth Rach, or what I want myself to believe?"

"The truth, always."

"My favorite part was this…"and Finn unexpectedly caught Rachel's mouth in a searing kiss. After those soft kisses earlier, Finn had thought about kissing her, this time the way he really wanted to, even though he knew it was very wrong. Without breaking the kiss, Finn slid into the water and stood in-between her legs as she sat on the edge, making her the perfect height.

Weaving his fingers into her hair, he pulled her closer to him, letting their tongues dance and play inside her sweet mouth. Finn heard himself groan when she sucked lightly on his tongue.

Pulling back Finn looked and saw the sparkle in her eyes, and he could feel the right corner of his mouth lift, showing Rachel something that no one had been privy to see in three years, his crooked grin. Feeling her fingers grabbing at his shirt, Finn pulled it off, wanting her to touch his skin again. He wanted to feel her tongue on his tats again, he wanted to feel her skin on his.

Pulling her into the water with him, Finn kept kissing Rachel, wanting her to feel all the emotion that she brought out from him. She was intoxicating. Everything about her only heightened his senses and made him want more. Setting her on his knees, he allowed the lapping water to help set the pace of their kissing, and taking advantage of her bikini, he explored her with his lips, tasting suntan lotion and chlorine on her skin.

Bringing himself back to her lips, both started touching each other under the water until a loud crash brought them out of their sexual haze. On instinct, Finn motioned for Rachel to go inside while he went to where he kept his gun behind the bar and a flashlight. Walking in the dark along the perimeter, unsure of what he would find, Finn saw where a huge rock from a pile that was near the tree line had fallen over. Continuing to look, Finn didn't see any evidence of someone being in the area, so he started walking back to the house, wondering why the rock would have fallen over.

Jacob slammed the door, shaking the wall. How could she? HOW COULD SHE? The most beautiful, perfect girl in the world had to go and kiss him some super strong, super tall BFG. How could she do this to him? Putting his camera bag down carefully, not wanting to break the equipment Jacob literally threw himself onto his bed and had a good ole crying fit. He felt his heart shatter into a thousand sharp, jagged pieces, each piece, piercing and torturing him. Mocking him, reminding him that he wasn't with her.

Lying there, he stared at the framed picture he had on his nightstand. It was of Rachel, posing with her Tony award, and Jacob had expertly photo shopped himself next to her. He loved that picture, and he always dreamt that it would come true, but there was now the BFG in the way. Being the ultimate cock block. Shaking his head, Jacob knew that he could get around him and have Rachel to himself.

Calming down, Jacob went over and looked at the video from the house. He knew there wouldn't be a lot, since the party was outside, but still there was some. The first one, to catch his eye was Rachel talking to a mohawked guard in the kitchen. Damn for not having sound!

The second one though made his blood. BFG was sitting on the couch and Rachel had come in and sat next to him, and was talking. She had her hand on his thigh and was leaning in, maybe whispering in his ear, and then he saw HER KISS HIM! Like five times she gave him sweet kisses on his lips and would say something. It looked like he was going to kiss her when he jumped away. Good! Maybe he realizes how wrong he is for her, Jacob thought, but then realized it was him kissing her in the pool.

Then a light bulb went off in Jacob's head, BFG had Quinn Fabray sloppily kissing him, and Jacob had taken pictures. Uploading his pictures, he quickly scanned through the files, finding the twenty or so he had taken in quick succession of the kiss. Going through them quickly you could actually see the kiss and realize that he wasn't into at all, but if he strategically took out some pictures, then Rachel would never know BFG wasn't into it.

Hurting, because he knew he may be hurting Rachel, but also believing it was for the best, he chose the pictures he needed and printed them off. Seeing the man she had kissed; kissing one of her enemies would be a sure way of turning Rachel against him and possibly firing him and getting him out of her life for good. But Jacob would be there to show Rachel how wrong it was for her to event think about being with him.

Jacob looked at the pictures he had taken of them in the pool. He wanted to delete the pictures of them kissing, but he knew he could just change the face of BFG out and put his in its place. As Jacob looked at the pictures closely, he saw something that he had never seen before. Looking at Rachel's eyes, he saw a spark in them, making them even more beautiful and mesmerizing than before, and those eyes were only staring at him. Rachel's eyes always had a happy sparkle about them, but this was even more, and it made Jacob sick to his stomach thinking her bodyguard was the cause of it.

And then there was him. Looking at the same picture, even though his back was to the picture, he saw a crooked grin on the man's face in the reflection of the door, something that hadn't been captured in all the appearances and secret photos Jacob took. Normally his mouth was set in a thin line or was barking orders, never anything that could be remotely seen as a grin or smile. Of course Rachel was the cause of the smile; she was the cause of millions of smiles with her beauty and charm.

Choosing a few more photos and developing them, Jacob thought hard about what he was going to do. He had to separate Rachel from BFG, but how? He had a good start with the pictures and the manipulating of them to show the story he wanted to tell, and to hide the location of his cameras, and the letters would help, but now what?

Thinking harder about the situation, things that the BFG had done, like taking out Mayer, the video game, how he was always on alert, his fierceness, played on Jacob's thoughts. Looking at the photos for the security logo and letting Google search for 24 Elite, and nothing came up even close, unless they were ADT workers, and Jacob was pretty sure they weren't.

Shaking his head, the grabbed two bright pink envelopes and addressed them. Sliding in the letters and pictures, Jacob walked over to his neighbor's apartment and asked him to send it through the mail without a stamp or cancellation, as well as handing him a fifty dollar bill for his troubles. Walking away from the door, Jacob knew there was no turning back, as he hailed a cab and asked to go to Gun World in Burbank.

Again, thanks to Mida212 for all her help and ideas! Also, I love the reviews and comments. I guess I'm doing something right!

For those of you that are used to my quick updates, it is baseball season at my house, so I'm spending 15-20 hours a week at the diamonds or at practices for both kids and my duty shift, so my writing time has been cut short, so longer between updates.