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Summary: Kimberley has a dream job, but there is only one downfall. The man she happens to be secretly in love with is also the man she is in charge of protecting. What is a young tough girl supposed to do?

A/N: It has been a long time since I updated this, but I had a lot of personal problems to overcome, most of all my miscarriage. So now that I have begun updating my other account and started some new stuff over there, I thought this was as good a time as any to answer some more questions in the Kimberley story. Sorry for the long wait.

Ric hesitated at the door. He knew that if he really wanted too, he could interrupt whatever was happening between Matt and Kimberley and possibly save her life. But the other part of him, the part that wanted to make people pay was shouting that this was the only way he could continue working.

Not to mention if his boss found out he had ratted him out, then Ric was as good as dead. With that fuelling him, he tried the door to the hotel, watching it slide open with his grasp. This was going to be easier then he thought.

He creaked across the floor as he heard the noises coming from the shower. It was obvious to anyone that they were having sex, and Ric had to admit the room just reeked of the stuff. Realizing this was the best shot he would ever get he made his way to the bathroom.

Before he could get his shot off though, Jeff Hardy came running through the door, running right into him. Before Ric hit the floor he realized that that young woman had to be the most protected woman in the world, the presidents wife included. With that thought in mind, his head hit the floor and everything went dark.

He picked up the gun out of Ric's hand, cursing the man for not being able to get the job done. If this was the way that people that worked for him took care of business then he was now getting out. There was just no way that she would die, unless it was by his hands.

He knew she wouldn't suspect him. There could be no way. Not someone that was this close to her. She had been a pain in the ass most of the time she had been around though, and this was the final straw. He had the advantage now, what with Hardy lying on the floor, and Ric as good as dead.

At the thought of Ric waking up in the room before he was through with her, he saw red. He had to take care of his ex partner before he could do anything to frame him. With one shot off at the tip of the old mans skull, the silencer went off, ending the legends life for good.

He headed towards the bathroom door, and as he put his hand to the knob he heard them turn the shower off, ready to come out and meet their maker.

"Whatever made you come back to me tonight? You really had me surprised." Matt said, wrapping his wet arms around hers as she tried to brush he tangled hair.

They had just spent the last two hours making love in the hotel bedroom, and then had continued the party to the shower where they had remained until they had decided that prune purple was not a colour they could live with. Now as he stood behind her holding her, blocking her from doing her hair, he realized how complete everything was.

"That was the whole point Matt, I wanted to catch you here with another woman."

Matt threw her a confused look and she burst out in what could only be described as the weirdest giggles he had ever heard. Is that what she was like after she made love to a man? That girlish? He had to admit he liked it.

"No seriously, I ended up finding out a lot of things and well I just figured that was enough, you were probably worried sick and well I missed you too. So here I am, or here I was."

Before Matt could answer he heard the creak of the floorboards in the outside room. He wanted to ignore it and go back to what they had been doing all night, but knew that with a killer on the loose and all of them fair game, he had to take it for what it was worth.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what Matt?" Kimberley turned around and noticed that her boyfriend was now completely engrossed in whatever sound he thought he heard.

"Someone is out there."

"How the hell can anyone be out there, we shut the door behind us." she replied, not looking in the least bit worried. She seemed to know that there was no chance no one could get in, not without a key card anyway.

"I didn't shut the door, I kicked it closed because we kind of got taken away in the moment. Which means that someone is in here, I would bet my life on it."

Not waiting to hear anymore, Kimberley immediately went into cop mode. She slid the door open a bit and looked around and room. When her eyes came across the bodies on the floor, her heart almost leapt from her chest.

Jeff Hardy had indeed been in the room, and from the looks of it, he had also killed someone in the room. Ric Flair lay in a pool of his own dark red blood, the bullet hole through him looking fresher then a daisy in spring time. Jeff, Kimberley could see, was on the left hand side of him closest to the door with a gun in his hand, but also knocked out cold.

She ran from the room, Matt not far behind her in his towel, and walked over to Jeff. Placing a finger on the barrel, she tested it.

"It's been fired. Matt do you have any idea what this means?"

Matt who was frozen in place as he figured it out, shook his head to signify that yes he did know what it looked like.

"Jeff came in here and shot Flair. I have no idea what Flair would have been doing here but what the hell was Jeff doing with a gun?"

Kimberley thought she had the answer to that question but wasn't sure the time was now to tell Matt about the NWA.

"I haven't a clue, but I just checked his pulse and he is alive, just knocked a little sideways. Listen call down to the front desk, have them call the local PD and then the Paramedics. When they get here, maybe they can get Jeff to give us some answers."

Matt made a break for the phone, and after a lot of explaining and about fifteen minutes of intense questions she heard him hang up and come back to where she was standing.

"Are you thinking what I am thinking Kimberley?" Matt said, his tone of voice grave and quiet, like he wanted to die for just thinking it."

"If you're thinking that Jeff broke in here, Flair heard next door and came to get us and Jeff shot him dead, then yes, you are thinking what I am thinking."

"My brother is a killer." Matt whispered to himself as the security made their way into the room.