As Kim and Bobby sat in the theater waiting for the movie to start, Kim said to Bobby.

"What have you heard about the movie we're about to see?"

"I've just seen some previews for it, you?" Bobby replied.

"Just a review I read in the paper." She replied back looking into her partners deep brown eyes.

Bobby slipped an arm around Kim's waist and gazed into her eyes as he said, "I want to thank you for agreeing to come here with me tonight."

"It was my pleasure." she said, realizing she felt something so strong for the man sitting next to her, something that felt so good, so safe, so secure. Even though she had known him for so long, this feeling had always been there, but now something was fanning the flames as the sensations consumed her mind.

The movie began and the two sat intently as the movie progressed. He felt her tense up during one of the more frightening parts of the movie and pulled her close to him. In almost no time, the movie was over and the two headed back to Bobby's to talk.

As they walked into the apartment, Kim placed her bag by the door while Bobby headed towards one of the back rooms to see if his brother was there. Finding no trace of his brother, he walked back into the living room, he found Kim sitting in one of the chairs looking at pictures sitting on a side table. He walked up behind the chair and put his hands on her shoulders and said, "If you want you can put your bag in my room while I go take a quick shower."

"I just might do that." she said smiling.

As Bobby headed off for a shower, Kim sat in his room at the foot of the bed and pulled her CD player out of her bag to do some heavy-duty contemplation while she was alone. As the sound of music from her CD player filled her head, she laid back onto the bed, thinking of the days events that had transpired and of the ever growing relationship forming between her and Bobby. Thinking back to her conversation with Jimmy earlier that morning, she began to think about giving him a second chance. But still all the pain he had caused her in the past kept entering her conscience. Where as, if she would choose to be with Bobby, he would always be there for her, would never do anything to hurt her, and most of all love her unconditionally. As the thoughts of the two of them together entered her mind, a smile slowly crept across her face.

When Bobby return from taking a shower, he found Kim laying across the foot of his bed, with her CD player resting on her stomach. As he quietly made his way over to where she lay, he gently brushed a strand of her hair back off her face thinking she was asleep. Feeling his touch on her face, she came back to reality and saw him looking down at her.

"I didn't mean to wake you." he said quietly.

"Don't worry, I wasn't asleep just thinking of the events that have transpired so far." She replied.

After putting her CD player back into her bag, she followed Bobby into the living room, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"Where do you want to start at?" she asked, referring to his brother.

"After I told him about stopping in to see him and finding out everything he had probably told me was a lie, I asked him why he felt he had to lie to me about it." Bobby said after a brief period of silence.

"He told me I'd never understand why he had relapsed, but I had a pretty good idea what the cause was. I figured he'd run into some of his old friends who were always up to no good, and I asked him was that the cause of the relapse. Matty never answered the question because I could tell the signs that he had taken some kind of drug because of his behavior. Eventually he stormed off and I haven't seen him since. I have no clue if he is ok, where he is, or what he could be taking." Bobby said almost ready to breakdown.

As Kim sat and listened as he continued on, she felt tears begin to sting the corners of her eyes as she watched her best friend and partner falling apart before her. She pulled him close and did her best to stay strong as she comforted him the best she could. Seeing him in so much pain was almost unbearable, but she rested her chin on his still damp head as he broke down in her arms. Just then the door of the apartment opened and slammed shut as the figure moved to the back of the apartment and slammed shut the door to one of the back rooms.

"Do you want me to try and talk to him?" Kim asked quietly as she wiped the tears away from her partner's face. He looked up at her and replied, "You can try but I doubt it will do any good."

Bobby sat up and headed towards the bathroom to try and regain his composure, as Kim quietly headed towards the room that Matty had gone into and knocked lightly on the door.

"Matty, can I talk to you for a moment?" she said through the door.

"What for? What do you want?" came an angry voice from the other side; "I know Saint Bobby is putting you up to this."

"No, Bobby is not putting me up to this. He's told me what's been going on and I'd like to try and help you." she said sincerely.

"May I come in?" she asked the agitated young man.

Kim heard footsteps approach the door, just as it opened in front of her the young man headed back to the other side of the room as she slowly entered the room and cracked the door a bit.

"Why are you doing this to your brother? He's helped you through some of the toughest times of your life, not because he was forced to but because he loved you enough to choose to help you in any way he could." she said sitting in a chair close to the door.

"And how do you know all this?" Matty said back sharply as anger welled up inside of him.

"I've been the one supporting him every time you go and hurt him!" Kim shot back.

"You have no idea how much you are hurting him! I am the only one he will talk to about this, and it breaks my heart to hear the hell you are putting him through!" she continued.

"It's none of your or his damn business," Matty snapped back.

"It becomes my damn business when you hurt someone I love!" she replied angrily.

"Love. Is that what you think you feel towards him? Or are you just using him..?" Matty replied almost laughingly.

"You wouldn't know true love if it came up and kicked you in the ass you fool." She replied vehemently; "I could never use Bobby like that, there is no way I could bring myself to that level, unlike you on the other hand."

"Unlike me? Are you implying that I use people?" he replied, his tone making the hair on the back of her neck rise slightly.

"If you can make the same assumption about me and not even know anything about me then yes I am implying that." Kim shot back.

As Kim turned her back to Matty to get ready to leave the room, he stormed over to her and slung her across the room, unleashing all the anger he had pent up inside and aimed it directly at her. Matty got up and shut the door completely, locking it to keep his brother from coming to her aid. As his voice kept rising, Bobby became increasingly worried about Kim's safety. Meanwhile back inside the locked room, Matty slammed Kim into one of the far walls of the room, pinning her arms behind her.

He looked her right in the eye and said, "I could kill you before Bobby even had the chance to save you."

As Kim fought to remain calm, a fiery rage began to build inside her. "Try me." she growled while kneeing him in the groin, shoving her body into his to free her arms. As Matty stumbled backwards, Kim began to make her way to the locked door where she could hear Bobby frantically trying to get in to help her. Just as her hand touched the lock, Matty jerked her around to face him, not realizing Kim had already unlocked the door.

"You stupid bitch, bravery will get you no where." he growled, his fist slamming into the left side of her face.

She staggered back till she fell onto the chair she had been sitting in earlier. As the force of the punch wore off, she got back up noticing Matty wasn't in front of her. As she tried for the door again she felt someone pull her back by her hair, and felt something sharp at her throat. Bobby heard his brother's vicious words and felt his blood run cold with fear. Just then he heard her call out to him, her voice clearly showing the terror she felt.

"Bobby, please help me," she barely croaked, her voice wavering as she felt Matty jerk her head back even further and press the cold steel of the knife harder against her throat.

"Not so valiant now, are you." he scoffed, tracing the knife across her cheek as she began to tremble in his grasp.

As Bobby flung the door open, he felt his heart break at the sight of his beloved partner bruised, battered and being held with a knife at her throat.

"Oh my god what have I gotten her into." he cried to himself, seeing Matty turn his attention from her to glare at him.

"Your little bitch here severely pissed me off," Matty said, half laughing tracing the knife across Kim's neck; "How does it feel to have someone who you love so helpless? You can't do a damn thing about it?"

"Leave her out of this." Bobby said, an icy tone entered his voice. "This is between you and me and you know it."

Bobby could see the fear in Kim's eyes but she did nothing further to provoke her captor.

"She became involved when you told her everything." Matty sneered. "If you want her to live do exactly as I say."

"Ok, whatever just don't hurt her." Bobby replied.

"Move out of the doorway and back into the living room." Matty snapped.

As Bobby began to move, Matty pushed Kim forward and walked out the door, keeping an eye on his brother and one on Kim. As the three entered the living room, Matty said.

"Open the door and step around the couch."

Bobby did what he was told and stepped around to the other side of the couch as Matty backed out into the hallway.

"Let her go Matty." Bobby said, anger filling his entire body as he glared at his brother..

In an instant she felt Matty's free hand shove her forwards into Bobby, but not without giving him a warning. At the same time he shoved her into Bobby he cut across her upper arm, not too deep but deep enough get his point across. Kim cried out as she felt the knife slash across her upper arm as she fell into Bobby's arms.

"Oh my god Kim, what have I gotten you into?" he cried out as he picked her weak body up off the floor, shut the door to his apartment and carried her into the bathroom to look at her arm. As he slipped her sweater off to expose her wounded arm, he began to apply pressure to the wound praying it would stop bleeding on its own. As he waited for the bleeding to subside he traced the bruise forming on the side of her face, muttering a stream of curses in Spanish.