Author's Note: Hey guys! It's time for the next chapter and this one will definitely contain more Tommy than the previous lol So, I'm not going to waste anymore time by babbling, so let's just get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, any of its series, or any of its characters. I also don't own the entire plot to the story. That credit goes to the writers and the creators of "Days of our Lives," but all of the made up details, most of the lines, and any made up characters you're reading about belong entirely to me!


Tommy

Kimberly stared at the unfamiliar man as relief washed over her face. The man had a lightly tanned skin tone and muscles that could be seen through his shirt. He was dressed in a short sleeve black shirt with a darker black jacket covering it. He had on a pair of dark denim jeans and a pair of black boots. His hair was long and brown, pulled back in a ponytail. He had a small amount of facial hair that was growing on his chin. If Kimberly weren't so afraid of the guy, she would've automatically seen him as some sort of male model. The man slid his gun back into its holding place as he closed the door behind him.

"Who are you?" she asked him nervously.

"I'm agent Tommy Oliver. I work for the FBI." Tommy pulled his badge out of his coat pocket and held it up to where Kimberly could see it. She nodded as she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Oh…" she said breathlessly as she placed her left hand over her heart. "Thank God. I thought you were the guy who's after me or someone that may be working for him."

"Sorry about that." He said apologizing. "I thought the place had been compromised. I was just gonna bring in a few pictures for you to look at of a few suspects the commander's rounded up. I tried calling Helga when I arrived at the cathedral, but she didn't answer." Tommy peered over Kimberly's head and stared at Helga whose mouth had fallen open as she lie still on the couch. "What's wrong with her?" he asked concerned as he crossed the room towards the pullout bed.

"Uh…" Kimberly said as she quickly scanned her brain for an explanation. "She fell asleep. I was watching Law and Order last night and she was really bored. She clocked out like a light."

Tommy mouthed the word "oh" as he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes began looking around for any signs of the woman's phone. They stopped searching when he spied it lying on the floor next to a glass of water that had fallen over. "Well, this would be why she didn't answer." He said as he picked it up. The phone was covered in water and small white specks.

Kimberly felt nervousness in her stomach as she caught sight of the small leftover residue from the sleeping pills. Tommy tried to power the phone on, but his efforts were meaningless. The phone just wouldn't turn on.

"I'll just go ahead and wake her up then." He said leaning over to the sleeping woman. "Helga?" Helga grunted at the sound of his voice, but her eyes didn't budge. "Helga?" he said a little louder. Helga continued to lie there. "Hmm… she must be a heavy sleeper. Unless… say? Do you know if she hit or head or anything before the two of you went to bed last night?"

"Uh… no." Kimberly said hesitantly. "I mean… I dunno. I went to the bathroom and she was passed out on the couch when I came back."

Tommy reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small flashlight. Kimberly felt the room getting smaller as he pulled Helga's eyelids back and shone the flashlight into her eyes. He cut the light off and sat back as he tried to piece together what was happening. "If I didn't know any better… I'd say she was drugged." He concluded.

Kimberly bit her bottom lip as she averted her gaze to the floor. "Really?" she said in fake shock.

"Did she eat or drink anything before you went into the bathroom?"

"Um… oh yeah! She had a glass of water with her medicine."

"Medicine?"

"Yeah! She said she takes sleeping pills every night before bed to help her sleep peacefully. She's a schizophrenic."

Tommy bent over and picked up the clear glass that had spilled on the floor. "And this was the cup she drank from after taking her medicine?"

Kimberly shrugged. "I guess so."

Tommy squinted as he looked into the glass. There was residue at the bottom of a glass, kind of like the residue left at the bottom of a glass of lemonade that you've mixed into your drink. Tommy raised an eyebrow as he scooped up some of the residue with his index finger. He sniffed it once before tasting a tiny bit of it. As he swallowed it, realization suddenly hit him. He set the glass on the coffee table before standing up.

"Alright Kimberly. You've got some explaining to do."

Kimberly's shoulders shrunk as she bowed her head.

"Well?" he said impatiently.

"Okay… so she did take sleeping pills before bed."

"How many?"

"Well… one… plus the rest of the… bottle."

"Wait a second, what?"

"I… kind of crushed up the remaining pills and slid them into her drink."

"What the hell? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is!"

"Well... no… not really… But you don't understand! She was driving me insane! She was all about procedure, and respect, and discipline! I had enough of her babbling! All I wanted was a little sleep! Is that too much to ask? But no! She just wouldn't shut up! Agh!"

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Tommy asked. Kimberly looked at him with an offended look on her face. "You are in the witness protection program. It's not supposed to be all dandelions and rainbows! It's gonna be tough and no, you aren't going to like it all the time. But that's just how this program works! It's to keep you safe, not to please your every personal desire. Helga was sent here to protect you from the guy that's after you. Now, how can she do that if she's been knocked out by the person she's supposed to be looking after her?"

"Oh, come on! I think you're over reacting just a little bit."

"Over reacting? This isn't over reacting! This is me trying to understand how someone could do something so stupid! You'd better be thanking God right now that I'm not that killer who's after you. But when Helga wakes up, you might be wishing I were him."

Kimberly jumped as Helga released a grunted groan. Tommy turned around and saw that Helga's eyes were opening. He took a seat beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Helga? Are you alright?"

Helga's eyes moved around in confusion as she tried to steady her vision. "Tommy? Is that you?"

Tommy nodded as he looked at Kimberly.

"What are you doing here?" Helga grunted. "What happened?"

Tommy shrugged as he looked at Kimberly. There was some sort of eagerness in his expression, almost like he was waiting for a bomb to drop.

"Whoa… My head is killing me! And this God awful taste in my mouth… If I didn't know any better I'd say I was… drugged…"

Helga's eyes narrowed as she turned her head to Kimberly who was standing stiffly on the other side of the mattress.

"You…" she said pushing herself up into a sitting position. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Tommy bit his lip to contain his oncoming laughter as Helga stood up from the bed. She stomped around the back of the couch and over to Kimberly.

"I said, what the hell did you do to me"

Kimberly laughed nervously as she poked her fingers together. "Well… you just seemed really tired last night, so… I thought that I should help you out."

"So you fill my water with sleeping pills!" she shouted in disbelief.

"Well…"

"That does it! I've had quite the visit and I'm ready to go!" Helga shouts. "I quit!"

"What?" Tommy says in disbelief. "But Helga!"

"I knew something was wrong with her the minute I stepped into this room. She was always to herself, so disrespectful! And now, I come to find out that she's aspiring to be a murderer? I'm done!"

Helga grabbed her bag and the rest of her things in a matter of seconds before storming out of the room in her pajamas. Kimberly stared at the door with her mouth ajar as Tommy shook his head.

"And there goes a perfectly good bodyguard." He sighed.

"Good." Kimberly said pretending not to care. "I don't think I could take one more second of her bickering in that stupid voice of hers."

Tommy shook his head. "You aren't always gonna like who you're stuck with. Sometimes, you just have to suck it up. Well, I'd better call my boss and let him know that another agent needs to be sent in to look after you."

Kimberly rolled her eyes as she pushed past him to fold up the pullout couch. Tommy stared at her for a few moments before reaching into his jacket to retrieve his cell phone.

"Do you keep everything in that coat of yours?" Kimberly asked as she stuck the couch cushions back in their place

"Of course." He sighed. "I don't carry a purse like you do."

Kimberly giggled as she tossed the remaining pillows on the couch. She took Helga's discarded blanket and wrapped it around her as she sat on the couch to watch the rest of the cartoon that was on.

Tommy shook his head as he held his phone up to his ear. He straightened himself as his captain's voice boomed through his phone. "Captain." He greeted. "Yes. This is agent Oliver. I was calling to let you know that we're gonna need a replacement agent to work the Kimberly Hart case."

Kimberly glanced at Tommy quickly before turning her attention back to the television.

"What!" he shouted turning her attention away from the TV. "No! Commander… look, I didn't go to a four year training facility to wind up doing babysitting jobs! Yes, I am ignoring a direct order! I was sent here to check on Helga whose job is to look after hostages! My job is to do undercover work! That's what I've been trained for! But sir! Wait!"

Tommy growled in frustration as he flipped his phone shut.

"Something wrong Agent Oliver?" Kimberly asked with a smirk.

Tommy sighed as he ran a hand over his face. "For some strange reason, there aren't any other available agents to handle your case. And since I'm already here… my boss has decided that I should remain here and handle the case. This is not what I had in mind when I filled out my job description…"

"So you're the new guy huh?" she asked as her smirk turned into a curious smile. "Oh boy. Isn't this gonna be a blast."

"Hey, I'm not too thrilled by the idea either. But what my boss says goes… unfortunately."

"Well, if being my bodyguard sounds that horrible to you, why don't you just quit? Helga quit and she doesn't have to deal with me, so if you want the same results, you should do the same."

Tommy shook his head as Kimberly stood up from the couch and walked to the refrigerator.

"I'm not going to quit my job. I've worked too hard to get where I am today, and I'm not going to just throw everything I've worked for away. I'm just gonna tough this thing out and get it over with. Then, I can move on to more important matters."

"Hmm…" Kimberly smiled as she took a jar of pickles out of the fridge. "So… it looks like we're stuck together huh?" A smirk found its way to her lips as she took a giant, crunchy bite out of it.

"No. You're stuck with me."

Kimberly rolled her eyes as she walked back over to the couch.

"Don't get too comfortable Kimberly." He said. "You have a few mug shots to look at."

"Right now?" she whined as Tommy grabbed the remote from beside her and turned the TV off.

"Yes. Right now. The sooner you look, the sooner you'll get done."

"Fine. Let's do this then."

Tommy walked outside the main door and came back in carrying a green duffle bag. He set it beside the kitchen counter and pulled a giant book out. The book had a worn out leather cover and it was thick. Kimberly's head hurt just looking at it. Tommy set the book on the coffee table in front of her and pointed at the book, motioning for her to begin looking. Kimberly stared at him in disbelief before sighing heavily. She got onto her knees and began hurriedly flipping through pages while saying "no." Tommy removed his jacket and took a seat on the sofa beside her as he watched, amusedly, as she flipped through the book. After ten minutes of looking at faces, she'd reached the end of the book.

"None of them are Zeke." She said, as though she were stating the obvious. "Now, can you give me back the remote?"

"Oh no. We're just getting started Kimberly." Tommy walked back over to the abandoned duffle bag and pulled out four more identical books. Kimberly groaned as he set them in front of her. "Keep looking." He smiled. Kimberly rolled her eyes as she began her scan again.

Two Hours Later

Kimberly felt her head bobbing as she struggled to keep her eyelids open. She released a stifled yawn as she stretched her arms above her head. "How much longer do I have to look at pictures?" she whined.

"Until you've gone through all the albums."

"That's gonna take forever! Can't I just take a short recess? I need to get some food in my system!"

"Wasn't that jar of pickles enough?" Tommy asked as he pointed at the empty pickle jar on the coffee table. "You ate the whole jar and drank the juice in forty-five minutes."

"Pickles are just snacks!" she protested. "What I need is something with plenty of protein. I need meat."

"Well, I'll see what I can do about your hunger situation. You just keep looking through those mug shots. You only have two books left."

Kimberly groaned as she flipped to the next page in her book. Tommy walked over to the fridge and opened it to search for any kind of meat. There was plenty of lunch meat and hot dogs. There was also steak, hamburger meat, and shrimp frozen in the freezer. He smiled when he found a package of bacon.

"I'll save this stuff for later." He said as he closed the fridge and moved to the cabinets.

"We can have a bigger meal later on. For now, what do you think about a bag of marsh mellows?"

"Sounds great." Kimberly said with little enthusiasm as she flipped to another page.

"What's the problem?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't see his face on any of these pages and I'm tired… I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Well, as soon as you finish the "guess who" game, the sooner you can take a nap."

Kimberly placed a hand on her forehead as she suddenly began to feel sick. "No… I think I need to lie down right now."

"That's not up to you." Tommy said.

Kimberly stood up from the couch and began walking towards the bed.

"Wait a second Kimberly." Tommy said grabbing her arm. "You aren't finished yet."

"Oh yes I am!" she argued as she pulled her arm out of his grasp. "I'm done looking at…" Kimberly felt a weird feeling in her stomach that caused her to gasp in discomfort.

"What?" Tommy said with a smile. "Are you going to pretend to be sick now to get out of doing your work?"

"Who said anything about pretending…" she said through clenched teeth. "I really don't feel good right now…"

Tommy took a minute to look at her. Her face had paled slightly, her hair was a mess, and she looked like she was going to blow chunks at any moment.

"Now that you mention it, you do look pretty green around the gills."

"Hmm… you actually noticed…" she said as the nausea grew worse.

"Okay. We can take a break. You just lie down for a little while. I'm gonna go and get my other bag from the hallway."

Kimberly nodded as Tommy left the room. Kimberly was about to go lie down until her dream from last night crossed her mind.

"Jason and Trini…" she said sadly. "I have to know how they're doing…"

Kimberly looked towards the door Tommy had disappeared through to ensure that he wasn't on his way back before running over to his coat. She began digging through his pockets until she found what she was looking for, his cell phone. Kimberly smiled in success as she flipped the phone open. Just as she was preparing to dial Trini's number, Tommy's hand reached over her shoulder and snatched it.

"I should've known." He said as he closed the phone.

Kimberly stared at the floor in guilt like a child would after getting caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"If you aren't too sick to try and steal a phone call, then you aren't too sick to sit down and finish looking at mug shots. Get to it." He commanded as he pointed at the books.

Kimberly sighed in defeat as she crouched back down to begin looking again.

"Well what do you know?" Tommy said with a smile. "You're looking better already."


Author's Note: And so ends another great chapter! Tommy's really gonna have to keep an eye on Kimberly! So far, she's drugged one body guard and she's trying to steal from the next! She's in for a wild ride! So, leave me a review, and sit tight! Another update will be coming to you soon!