Present day – Gutterson's House – Bobbie POV

Bobbie wasn't too sure that she was ready to continue the story after the encounter at the front door between Tim and whoever the girl was. She was beautiful, that's all Bobbie knew. And she sounded as if she was worried for Tim... But all of that, Bobbie could handle, it was the kiss Tim gave her before she left. Even if it was only on the cheek and looked nothing more than a friendly sign of affection for the food she'd brought. Bobbie never was a good cook...

"Bobbie...?"

Tim's voice reached her ears and Bobbie felt his hand coming to rest on her back again. Irritated about the whole Meghan thing, she shrugged him off and cleared her throat by coughing. In the end, it wasn't her business anymore who Tim kissed or didn't kiss. Bobbie needed to focus on her problems. And Meghan wasn't one of them.

"So yes," she started again, "I gave every piece of information I could gather from the place to Johnson. And we seperated ways again. When the day finally came," she sighed, rubbing her eyes and feeling regret for the decision she made, "when the President was gonna give his speech, I was stupid enough to decide to go there and mingle between the people. Because I just couldn't shake the thought something could go wrong."

Bobbie sipped from her beer that was starting to warm up and she couldn't help but cringe her nose when tasting it. Both men were silent and she casts a quick glance on Raylan sitting before her. His brown eyes are scanning her and Bobbie knew the man was trying to read her. To see if she told the truth. Tim could have the same look on his face right now but Bobbie decided to ignore him for the moment. Instead, her hand disappears into the pocket of her trousers and her fingers play with the necklace inside it.

"And things went wrong," she concluded and sat back. "I was in the crowd when I suddenly realised I didn't take the large flags into account. You know the big American Flags that they drop down when someone important arrives? There were four flags they suddenly lowered, blocking the view from the Boat House I thought Solotov would take the shot from. So Solotov wasn't on the foreseen place..."

She coughed again, clearing her throat and shaking her head. The images of that day clearly passing before her eyes. "I started running," her voice sounds distant and Bobbie's staring at one of the windows in the house when she continues, "I had to warn someone. Anyone. But I couldn't get to Johnson or anyone of the Secret Defence, they were all guarding the President of the US and the Ukraine one."

Standing up and pacing the room again while continuing. Her voice is hurried now, as if Bobbie wants to get all of the information out of her and into the open. Even if it was only with these two men. She needed someone to believe her and Bobbie hoped with all her heart, it would be Tim. She couldn't handle the fact if he thought she was a murderer.

'But you are a murderer. You killed hundreds in Afghanistan,' a voice told her in her head, making her stop in her tracks and shake it off.

"Somehow, I saw the large hotel farther between the growing crowd. Quickly counting the levels it had, I just knew Solotov would be there. I tried getting there on time," sadness and desperation engulfed her, "but the shot came right before I entered the almost empty room of the hotel I calculated he'd be in..."

A deep breath and Bobbie notices Tim had gotten up. He was walking towards her and lays his hand on her shoulder. His smile is warm for the first time she saw him again and Bobbie's heart's beating fast in her chest and her throat.

"Bobbie," locking eyes with her, "calm down. I'm here."

He used to tell her that all the time whenever she got an anxiety attack...Whenever her mind brought her back to the War they were in and the murders they both had to commit. Tim always been her lifeline. Not only when they were back but when they both served in the Hellhole of Afghanistan. He was the only thing that kept her from wanting to end her life on several occasions. Bobbie suddenly realized she'd never been happier then when she was with him.

Bobbie takes a deep breath, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek gently but pulling back at the last moment. Her eyes flicker to Raylan for a moment whose looking away to give them the privacy they need.

But it was the gentle touch of Tim's fingers on her cheek that made Bobbie realize she was crying. Green eyes flicker to him again and she shook her head when Bobbie her hand curls into his shirt. "I need you to believe me, Tim," she whispers desperately. "I don't care about what the rest of the world thinks, but I need you to believe me."

Tim nods and he unexpectly presses a kiss on her forehead before silently sitting down again. He gestures calmly to her to continue her tale. But the stare in his eyes had shifted since a few hours ago and Bobbie had hope again. Hope that he was believing her and that everything would be okay in the end. Although, deep down inside, she knew it wasn't gonna to be. Not as long she was being hunted by the whole US.

"The moment I came into the hotelroom, the rifle was there, the window broken but Solotov didn't take the shot from there. I still don't know from where he took it. A police officer suddenly burst into the room, calling me by name and wanting to arrest me. I panicked...I jumped out of the window before he could shoot me. He never wanted to arrest me, his gun was already of the safety, ready to shoot before he even entered. The man knew my full name."

Raylan became more interested now, Bobbie could tell about the way he was leaning forward and never averted his gaze from her. He friendly grinned at her to try and make her feel more comfortable with him in the room. But Bobbie knew better. His gun was strapped around his hip and she'd seen him touch it more then once. She couldn't blame him. Bobbie knew she'd do the same.

"I ran...And before I was fully aware of it, I was being blamed to attempt to kill our President. I didn't. I swear I had nothing to do with it," her voice went a notch higher but Bobbie tried to calm herself again, playing with the necklace and taking a few deep breaths. "I didn't get far. The jump from the hotel window got me quite battered up. It was the FBI who arrested me, brought me to the hospital to check for fractures and stuff. I refused to talk without a lawyer."

A hint of a smile played around her lips, "Because that's what they always say in the movies right? Never say anything without a lawyer present."

"Smart girl," Raylan murmured and for the first time, Bobbie could afford to offer him a faint smile of er own. A sincere one.

"They moved me to Federal Prison in protected costudy. But Johnson must have great contacts because the asshole made sure some of the women there were payed to kill me. One night, they attacked me in my bunk and the wardens didn't do shit about it. I saw them coming though, the two ladies with the tattoos, big ones."

Shaking her head slowly again and turning her neck so it made a soft creaking sound.

"They got a few punches in...But I got to them after. I didn't kill them, just floored them and made sure they wouldn't be able to get back up," she left the details out, too bloody. "Then one of the wardens decided he wanted his cut of the money I suppose. He thought it would be a great idea to pull his gun on me. I took the weapon."

She glared at both of them.

"The wardens in the prisons here, they need better hand combat training. I disarmed him in less then a second."

A chuckle from Raylan and a grin from Tim before Bobbie went to sit down again. "I escaped by taking his uniform, sneaked into the food truck and drove out. I got shot on the way by Johnson but could shake him off. I went to Donna's mom who tried to bandage my wound as good as she could and gave me Donna's Triumph."

Looking straight at Tim, "And then I came to you."