Counting Bodies: Traitor

AN: *IMPORTANT!* In this story you'll see where a scene is happening while another is occurring. One will be a one liner. You'll notice the difference though.

Bella breathed in Paul's scent, staring out of the window. She blinked a few times, her mind running through last night.

Bella moaned softly as the water cascaded around around them both. She kissed his shoulder as she closed her eyes. "Paul." She moaned as he kissed her neck. "Nothing is going to happen to you." He whispered, his brown eyes looking into hers.

Bella touched her lips with a small smile. Paul nuzzled her neck, kissing the tender spot. Her ran his hand down her arm. "Sorry about the bruises." He whispered. Bella shook her head smiling. "It's okay." She answered kissing his palm.

"I meant what I said. Nothing is going to happen to you." He said sitting up. He got up putting on his clothes from the night before. He leaned over kissing her head. He lifted the Bluetooth back into his ear. "Lahote." He answered. He nodded. "Be there in 20." Paul hung up and glanced at Bella apologetically. "I'll be back soon. I'm going to meet with my boss. I haven't spoken to him in a few weeks. Stay here. Lincoln should be posted outside. We've got a lead on a possible suspect on who's got this hit. Would you like me to get someone else? Are you uncomfortable with him?" He asked glancing at her worried.

Bella sat up with the sheet wrapped around her. "I'm okay. I have the pocketknife. I'll be up here pretty much if need be. I'll be fine." She smiled. He nodded kissing her lips before leaving her room. He made his way downstairs nodding to Lincoln as he walked outside and to his car. He hopped inside speeding off.

Paul drove for 15 minutes making it to a small building. It was a dark gray color, looking abandoned. Paul pulled up to the black gate showing his ID. The gate opened and Paul drove through pulling into a parking space. He turned the engine off, hopping out before walking inside. He took the first elevator up to the top floor. He opened the door that waited in front of him. "Sir." His boss, Nathan Bane, was an older man, gray hair, a face that was unforgettable if you say him. He stood at 5'5.

"Paul. How's everything? We've got a lead. Up two hours from the safe house. Records of Bella has been pulled. They've found your last location at the club you rescued her from. They are close to pinpointing the location." Paul nodded, his mind racing. "Okay good. I need to contact Lincoln and let him know to keep a look outside." Nathan looked at Paul confused. "Lincoln? What's he doing there?" Paul cocked his head slightly. "You sent him." He answered. "I didn't send anyone." Paul's lip curled as he turned away. He growled making his way back to his car.

Lincoln slowly made his way upstairs smirking.

Paul pushed the car faster, using his phone to call Bella. It rang once, then twice. "Dammit!" He growled, throwing the phone. The phone was to only ring two times. If it was answered on the second it meant something was compromised.

Lincoln pushes a button on the technology he had stamped next to her door. It hissed, blocking out the sound proof security.

Paul looked at the time as he was two minutes out. He grabbed his gun, grabbing the phone as well calling Bella again. She answered this time. "Paul?" She asked. "Bella... listen to me very carefully. Inside your closet is a safe room. It's right behind all of your clothes. With the sound proof security on, you should be able to access it." He could hear Bella shuffling around. "Paul...it's not working... i-it went off. I heard the hiss." Paul growled. "Hide behind it anyway. I'm coming."

Bella hid behind the clothes like Paul asked as she heard the door open. She covered her mouth closing her eyes. "She's not here." She could hear Lincoln reporting. She took a deep breath praying.

Paul came screeching to a halt as he got out of the car, leaving the engine running. He ran inside and looked around. He looked up hearing Lincoln upstairs. He pulled out his gun, making his way silently upstairs. He counted to three before stalking inside, his gun aimed at Lincoln. "Put it down." He stated, his brown eyes full of rage. Lincoln froze turning around slowly. "Damn I thought you'd be gone longer." Paul shook his head.

"Didn't turn out that way. You're not here to kill her but you work for the person who does." Lincoln nodded. "Who?" Paul inched his way towards Bella's closet. "Bella come out." He called. The closet opened and Paul pulled Bella behind him. They were now positioned at the large window.

"I can't tell you that." Paul hummed nodding. He threw something at Lincoln. "Well..you'll see your boss in hell. I know he's in the bathroom." Lincoln caught it, his eyes widening. Paul looked at Bella pulling her close as he shot the the window. "Sorry baby." He admitted guiltily as he burst through it. He tensed preparing for ground as he wrapped Bella in his arms. He landed on the ground hard grunting in pain. He rolled over Bella as the safe house burst into flames.

He looked up breathing hard as he laid his head on Bella's chest. It was over. He didn't know who it was, but it was over.

4 weeks later

"So...you don't know who was trying to kill her?" Sam asked. Paul shook his head, glancing at the girl in question. He gave her a smile. "No. But he's dead that's all that matters." Sam nodded sitting back. "And if not?" He asked. Paul stood grabbing a beer off the counter. "I'll kill anyone in my path that tries to get to her."

End.