TITLE: Someone To Watch Over Me AUTHOR: Kerry Johnston EMAIL: Kerry316uk2001@yahoo.co.uk RATING: Ummm suitable for all I guess CONTENT: Occasional swearing SPOILERS: None SUMMARY: Very loosely based on the film "Ghost" I'm not saying anything else, read and find out! ( DISCLAIMER: I own this story but no-one in the story, actually I own nothing, that is until my evil plan to take over World Wrestling Entertainment comes to fruitition waaahaaahaaahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! DISTRIBUTION: Please ask if you wish to put it up elsewhere. Some of you might recognize this story as it is up on fanfiction.net and maybe other yahoo groups

Linda stepped out of the shower, dried herself and put her dressing gown on; she walked into the bedroom and heard the front door shut quietly. She listened for a little while longer and heard a shuffling in the living room. Linda's heart started to pound, she swallowed the lump in her throat and walked quietly out of the bedroom and into the living room. She saw Pat had his back to her she began to laugh. Pat jumped and turned around.

"Oh Pat, you scared me. I wondered what the hell was going on."

"Linda what uhh, what are, are you doing here?" Pat stuttered nervously. "I thought, I... I thought you were at the... at the arena."

Linda stopped laughing, curious by Pat's nervousness. "I overslept. What are you doing here?" She looked down at Pat's hand and saw something that frightened her. She took a step back. "Tell me it's not true Pat, tell me it's not you."

Pat followed Linda's gaze down to his hand and the red rose that was laying in it and shook his head. "I wish I could.."

"It was you all along??"

"No, no you don't understand. I don't write these, I just deliver them."

"Why Pat? Why?" Linda asked holding back her tears.

Pat broke down at Linda's tone. "I'm so sorry Linda but you don't understand. I needed the money."

"Money?"

"That's why I'm doing it, I need the money. I've had to declare myself bankrupt and I needed the cash, they were gonna take the house away from me. Everything." Pat's tone was desperate.

"Why didn't you ask me and Vince?" Linda asked confused.

"My pride, my stupid pride. I'm so sorry but I swear to you Linda I knew nothing about what they were gonna do to Vince, I swear it."

Linda paused, part of her didn't want to know but she had to find out. "Who's they?"

Pat looked at Linda for the first time. "I'm working for Bischoff. Eric Bischoff, he's working for someone but I don't know who. Eric Bischoff and a couple of guys, just heavies, I think their names are Steve and Dave. They just work for Bischoff, they do it for the same reason I do, the money. Who Bischoff is doing this for, I honestly don't know but I do know that neither Bischoff nor Steve or Dave could have shot Vince, they were with me. I don't know if they knew that Vince was gonna get shot. I'm so sorry Linda I didn't mean for any of this, I wanted to stop after Vince got shot but Bischoff said he'd kill me if I didn't see it through to the end."

"And what exactly is the end Pat? When is all of this going to stop?"

Pat shook his head. "I don't know, I honestly don't know. I don't know why Bischoff is doing this or who he's doing it for but I'll tell you one thing whoever this is, they are dangerous, dangerous and psychotic, watch your back."

Linda shook her head. "I don't understand Pat, why do you need the money, why are you bankrupt?"

"I just.. I just am, it happened. I can't explain it."

"Why?"

"I've never admitted it to anyone, I can't. I'm scared of what.." Pat gulped. "What you'll think."

"Pat, for the past few months, you've helped to make my life a living hell. The least you can do is explain to me why you are doing this." Linda said, biting her bottom lip.

"I've got an addiction Linda, a gambling addiction. I've had it for about five years." Pat sighed. "I'm good at hiding it. It started out just with horse racing, betting small amounts of money on that." He shrugged his shoulders. "Then I got out of my depth, playing with the big boys in casinos, I just did it for fun at first but I soon found out that they didn't play for fun. I was beaten up and warned I had to pay what I owed, otherwise they'd hurt my family, my friends...." A tear slid down Pat's cheek. "Anyway, I paid what I owed and before I knew it, I couldn't stop, it was like a need like alcohol or drugs. I didn't know how deep I was until my accountant told me I was bankrupt, I was on the verge of losing everything, the house, the car and then Bischoff came to me with this. I didn't know what else to do." He let a sob escape.

"So you decided to turn on your best friends because you needed money?" Linda asked, crying. "We could have helped you out Pat, we would have anything for you and you betrayed us. All of this mess..." Linda shook her head.

"I'm so sorry. I was just as devastated as you when Vince was shot; if I'd have known they were gonna do that. I never would have agreed to this. Never." Pat shook his head.

"It's a little late for apologies now Pat. I trusted you, after Vince died you were there for me, you gained my trust. I told you things I would never tell anyone else. I can't believe this." Linda looked at Pat. "You."

Pat tore his gaze from Linda.

"I need to know whatever else you know, everything." Linda said determined.

Pat nodded. "Like I said before Bischoff and these two guys, Steve and Dave, that's who I work for. They pay me to deliver letters to the hotels and arenas. The give the letters to me and I deliver along with a rose. They pay Vince's, well now Shane's, secretary, Paula, to deliver at the office. I don't know what's in it for her, why she does it. I know that she didn't like Vince though but I don't know the reason. I knew nothing about the shooting, I was with Bischoff, Steve and Dave, and they were giving me more letters to deliver. Bischoff, Steve and Dave work for someone, but I don't know who, I've asked but they say it's none of my business. All Eric would say was that this guy has a vendetta against Vince, both in business and personal life and he's known you since he was a kid, but you never noticed him because you were too busy with Vince. Eric's warned me that this guy can be the nicest person in the world one minute and then just snap, he used the word, psychotic. He plans on taking you sometime this week. That's what I know."

Linda took a deep breath and sat down.

"What are you gonna do?" Pat asked.

Linda shook her head. "I don't know, part of me says go and tell the police everything but the other part wants to wait, wants to find out who this psycho is for myself."

"Whoever this is, they are smart Linda, they know what their doing. Go to the police I'm begging you."

She looked across at Pat. "No, I can't I need to know for myself, then maybe I'll find some sort of closure on this whole business. I don't want you to tell ANYBODY about this conversation. Just act as normal. Do you know if Bischoff is coming to see you?"

"No, we've finished now, this was the last letter. My part of the deal is done thank god! I know I'll probably go to jail when this whole business comes out, I'm just glad you found out first."

Linda looked at Pat. "Help me out Pat, this is your chance, promise me Pat, no one will find out about this."

Pat nodded. "Ok, but I think you're playing with fire."