Chapter 28

A/N: Hey everyone! Wow this has been a crazy week, with the alerts going out late and with Raw and such! Haha and its only Tuesday! Haha well anyways a reader of mine wanted me to post another chapter this week cuz she cant wait to read the next chapter. She's been bugging me to update so here I am again coming into you're busy lives haha. Well anyways lets go see what's happening with our favorite characters

Dave woke up the next morning to the sound of plates moving and being set. He groggily sat up and cracked his neck. Once he got the sleep out of his eyes, he saw Kitten standing in the small hotel kitchen making what smelled like breakfast. "What you making?"

"Eggs for you and cereal for me", Kitten replied over her shoulder. She set his breakfast down on the small kitchen table standing in the middle of the kitchen. "So you gunna just sit there or are you going to come and eat. We don't have that much time you know. We gotta get to the airport soon."

Airport?", Dave asked as he stood up and put his slacks back on from last night. He slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down with a heavy sigh. "Why do we have to be at the airport?"

"Because we need to be back in DC before eight tonight."

"Why?"

"Because we have a meeting at head quarters, remember? Wait, didn't you get the memo?"

"Mo… I dedunt…", Dave said with a mouth full of food. Kitten just laughed as the Animal chow down his food. "Take it easy big guy, we have some time still. I just needed you to get out of bed."

"Really? That's strange."

"How is that strange", Kitten asked putting her right hand on her hip. She gave him a puzzling look which made Dave smile.

"Because… most women try to get me into bed, not out of it", Dave said before stuffing his face again. He chuckled lightly as he could feel Kitten's eyes on him. "and what woman has tried to get you into their bed?"

"Some of the divas"

"Names?"

"Green isn't your best color, Kit", Dave said as he looked up at her. She cocked an eyebrow at him and then smiled. Dave put his fork down and leaned back in his chair. Kitten stood up straight and

"I'm not jealous silly. I just want to know who they were."

"No you don't…"

"Yes, I do. I want to see who's gunna try and fill my shoes."

"Ohh, so that's it. Okay well lets see… Christie was one of them"

"She is nice though. I like her… anyone else?"

"Trish…"

"No surprise. I bet you're the only superstar she hasn't gotten the pants off", Kitten giggled. "And that only because you were taken by me… but then again, thats never stopped her", she laughed. Dave gave her a look. He shook his head and smiled at the same time, knowing it was probably true. Kitten giggled before continuing, "so?"

"Well, Candice is the last one."

"Candice? As in Candice Michelle? Really?"

"Yeah… why?"

"Oh no reason. Candice is hella cool, Dave. She's pretty tough."

"I guess I have a thing for tough women", Dave chuckled under his breath. Kitten turned her head to the side but shook it off. She sighed and went over to the sink and washed her hands. Dave watched her for a minute before he began eating his food again. "Does that bother you?"

"What? No, Dave it wouldn't bother me. We broke up remember. I want you to be happy, and if you want to date one of the divas, then that is fine by me. I just want you to make sure she is right for you, thats all."

"So if I started seeing someone, you wouldn't mind?"

"No, you and I are the past Dave. Nothing more.", she said simply. She hopped onto the counter before grabbing her cereal from and begin eating. She crossed her legs and swung her legs as if she was a five year old on the swing. Dave looked up at her when she began munching her cereal. He watched her legs as she swing them. "What Dave?"

"Nothing really. I was just wondering where we go from here?"

"Oh… well I want to be friends at least."

"Me too. So are we even. No more attacking each other."

"Dave, we only attacked each other once."

"Yeah and that was more than enough for me.", Dave chuckled. He set his right hand on the back of his head and rubbed a spot behind his neck. "You hit me pretty hard."

"I, hit you pretty hard? Hello! Do you remember your little rampage on me with Hunter and Ric? That hurt a helluva lot more than what I did to you!", she said stubbornly. She jumped off the counter and walked over to the bed. She set her cereal bowl down on the night stand before jumping onto the bed and turning the tv on.

Dave watched her as she left him in the kitchen alone. "Hey, aren't you going to eat with me?"

"No I rather watch the news."

"Aww come on, Kit. Really?"

"Yeah, hey we will be together for another week or so ok? So can I at least just watch the news before we leave?"

"Yeah fine.", Dave pouted. He finished his breakfast and walked over to the sink with his dishes. He began washing the dishes before he head Kitten yell something from the bed. He shut the water off before he turned to her. "What?"

"I said leave them. I'll do them. You just get ready and start packing."

"Well I am still packed. All I have to do is get ready."

"Then you go. I still have to pack and everything. You just leave the dishes okay?", she said as she walked back into the kitchen. Dave sighed and nodded at her. He dried his hands and walked over to where he had left the rest of his cloths before walking to the door. Kitten washed the few dishes left by the both of them before walking over to the door where Dave was. "I'll see you in thirty minutes ok?"

"Yeah ok", he said quietly. He walked over to the door and grabbed the door handle before he felt a small hand on his back.

"Dave?"

"Kitten, what's wrong?", Dave turned around and asked.

"I…", Kitten said softly before she surprisingly pulled him into a hug. Dave felt her arms wrap around his waist as she whispered something into his chest. "Thank you for everything. I truly don't know what I would do with out you. You mean the world to me and I want you to never forget that. You and I have a special bond, where I will do anything for you and I know you would do anything for me."

Dave did nothing but return her hug and listen to her whispers. He sighed and rubbed her back before she pulled away. She smiled and kissed his chest before walking back to the bed and grabbing her suit case. Dave shook his head and walked back out of the door into his own hotel room. Everything was just as he left it… except the window. "I don't remember opening that.", he thought to himself. He walked over to the window and checked the surroundings. When he saw that it was all clear, he closed and locked it before turning around and grabbing some new cloths from his suitcase and walking into the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, Dave was suddenly attacked from behind with a rope pulled around his neck. The attacker pulled hard on the rope and began strangling Dave. Dave couldn't breath and began thrashing his attacker by slamming them into the wall behind him. After a couple of times, he began getting tired and loss of breath. His movement began to slow down and soon he was down on his knees. He began blacking out and before he knew it, he was lying on the floor with a copper taste in his mouth.

Kitten has dressed, changed and packed within twenty minutes and thought that she would go and see how Dave was doing. She checked around her room to see if she had left anything behind before going out and locking the door behind her. She stuck her key into her jacket pocket. She walked over to the Dave's hotel door and knocked on it. When she knocked, it swung open. Checking in she saw that Dave was in the far corner of the room. She walked in and shut the door before walking in closer to him. "Hey, well I got done early so I thought I would come and help you out. I know how much you…". She stopped when she saw that the figure wasn't Dave, but Damian. He was sitting in the corner of the room where the chair sat. He smiled when he saw the shock of horror on his 'daughter'.

"Ow are ya, Kitten?"

"Damian… Oh my god, what are you doing here…", she said quietly. She looked around the room and saw that Dave's cloths from the night before were on the bed. "Where is Dave?"

"Oh de big mon? Don't cha worry aboout em, Kitten. I tooka care of em", he replied with a smile. Kitten began looking for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to leave. But her heart told her to look around for him. Damian watched her and began to chuckle. "If ya care bout dis mon so much… ee in da bataroom."

Kitten ran in to the bathroom and turned the light on. Her eyes wondered to the bathtub… and to Dave's lifeless form. Kitten gasped and ran over to him. She shook him trying to wake him up. "Dave! Come on big guy! Wake up…", she cried. When he didn't wake, she began checking for a pulse but saw the bruised ring around his neck. Kitten touched it lightly making Dave moan groggily. Kitten's heart leapt in her chest. "Dave? Dave, can you hear me?"

"Kitten", Dave said in a soft whisper. He slowly opened his eyes to see Kitten with tears in her eyes. He smiled faintly at her and slowly raised his right hand to cup her check. "You need to get out of here…"

"No we will get out of here."

"No.. We will get outta ere", Damian said from the door way. Kitten turned around quickly and stood up as Damian walked into the bathroom. Dave began to sit up properly in the tub and try to get on his feet before Kitten really got hurt. "We must leeve Kitten. Da car is waiting outside de hotel.", Damian said as he came towards her.

Kitten shook her head at him and said, "No! I am no longer yours, Damian. So just… just leave us alone."

"Sorry Kitten. You know more den anie one dat I can't leave ya alone.", he replied as he advanced on her. Kitten had backed into the opposite wall with Damian heading straight for her. She looked over a Dave who was struggling not only to get out of the tub, but of air as well. His asthma was acting up due to the strangling he had suffered earlier. Kitten cursed him under her breath, for not carrying his inhaler with him just like she asked him to. She turned her attention back to Damian who had pinned her to the wall with his arms on either side of her. "Let us go now, Kitten. I ave come to take ya away from ere and back to da house, where you belong.", he said sternly as he yanked her from the wall. Kitten pulled her arms out of his grasps and stood her ground as she glared at him. "I am not going anywhere with you Damian. I'm over eighteen now and that means I can do what I want. I don't need you anymore!"

"Oh but you do..", Damian smiled. He pulled out a nine millimeter and pointed it at Dave. Kitten gasped as her breath caught in her throat. Her heart began to beat faster as she watched Damian's lips form an evil grin. "Now, like I said, I tink you want to come back ome now, aye Kitten."

Kitten turned her gaze at Dave who was now staring at the gun pointed at him. He was now on his knees and holding onto the tub's rim. His complexion was lighter than his usual brown color. Kitten sighed as she felt a tear from each eye fall down her cheek. She walked over to him and helped him up and out of the tub. She then helped him sit on the floor leaning against the tub. "Dave, I need to go with him for now, okay?"

"Kit… he'll hurt you…"

"He might… but he will kill you if I don't. What would be worse, me being hurt, or you dying Dave. I am going to be logical about this one. So please, you be as well.", she pleaded. She didn't give Dave time to answer her. She just simply kissed him before she stood up and walked to the door. Dave watched as her patience slipped and the anger came forward. "Are you coming?", she growled at Damian. He chuckled and walked to the door next to her. He grabbed her left arm before he turned to Dave. "She is quite da fire, isun't she?"

"You… just take care of her… if you harm a cell on her body or even try to… mark my words… I will… will kill you"

"We can't ave dat now, can we?", Damian said evilly in his heavy Jamaican accent. He rubbed the end of the gun on his chin as he thought of something. BAMB! Kitten shut her eyes at the sound of the gun going off. She looked over at Damian who was pointing it at Dave, the smoke still coming out of the barrel of the gun. Kitten screamed Dave's name as she saw that he had been shot in the shoulder close to his heart. Kitten tried to go to him but Damian had a great hold on her. She tried to fight him off, but failed as he picked her up and threw her over his right shoulder. Kitten watched as Dave's eyes closed and his body slumped over to the floor, blood spilling from the hole and onto the floor.

Dave watched groggily as Kitten screamed his name over and over again. His eyes began to get heavy as he felt his body falling to his left side. The last image of her was her being carried off as she tried her best to fight to get to him. His eyes closed and he became unconscious but he could still her screams and cries for him. He didn't know if they were the cries of her in the bathroom, or the cries of her heart.

Damian had pulled Kitten back into the hotel's elevator and managed to hit the lobby's floor with his elbow. He couldn't hold onto her for too long after that because there was some new rage in her. She was hysterical now and he honestly didn't know what to do, so he tried to calm her. "Kitten, baby, pleaze calma down. Ya don't need im. Ya only needa me."

"Need you? I never needed you. After Gram died, you changed. You aren't the same man that took me in all those years ago… and now… you just the love of my life there to die!", she screamed. As the elevator passed down the floors, people of the hotel could hear her screams as she screamed at Damian. She began to huff trying not to hyperventilate. She was no good to Dave then. She needed to get back to him or get someone to him fast, before he… no.. She wasn't going to think like that. She focused on him now. She calmed herself as Damian smiled. "Why did you come here, Damian? Why now?"

"Because… ya member who Luke was?"

"The drug lord? Yeah what about him?"

"I used to work wit im. That is why I didn't need ya anymore. I got paid for selling and elping im… but e got caught and went to prison…"

"SO you need me for the government?", Kitten giggled. Damian began to frown. Kitten stopped as felt the air around them become tense. Damian was always smiling, even when he was angry, but this was a new thing for her. He wasn't smiling. He was actually frowning. She was surely scared now but didn't let her emotions show or get the better of her. "Damian, sorry to burst your bubble, but I am too old for you to get money from the government anymore…"

It was Damian's turn to laugh. The smile had returned but with an evil purpose. "I don't want ya for de government, Kitten. I want you for Patty."

Patty? Wow, you two still together after all these years huh? Nice… but what does Patty want from me?"

"For her Brothel", Damian laughed. Kitten's heart stopped. Damian began to laugh harder as he looked at his 'daughter's' face. "Yes, she has a brothel now, Kitten, and it makes me money. Fast money"

"No way! I'm not going to become on of your whores Pops!" she screamed. Her heart began to race as she saw the gun again. He had pulled it out of his pocket and lazily began to rock it back and forth. "Ya will be, Kitten. Don't ya worry day pretty little ead off."

"Why do you need me anyways. I am sure that there are plenty of wannabe whores in L.A… why would you come find me?"

"Because, there is a rich man in our ood and e said that e would pay good money to fuck ya! I said that I knew you and e said that I would get twenty-five, thousand if I got you to come back."

"So this is a pay day?"

"Yup", he said happily.

"But why shoot Dave? He didn't have anything to do with us?"

"Because e woulda tried and stop me… so I ad to do sumthan."

"Tried?, Kitten giggled. She knew what Dave was capable. Damian looked at her before slapping her across the face. Kitten had become angrier than ever now. She didn't care if she died now or later, she just wanted this bastard away from her, better yet dead. She knew she had to get back to Dave and quickly, so she devised a plan. She sat down on the floor and crossed her arms like a child refusing to go to school. Damian stood there confused. "What are ya doin?"

"I'm not leaving this spot Damian…"

"Oh but ya are..", he said as he pointed the gun at her.

"Nope not moving. So I guess you will have to kill me.", Kitten laughed. She looked up at her 'father' and smiled an evil grin. Damian looked down at her confusingly before getting hit in the balls by her fists. He instantly fell onto his knees. Kitten stood up and kneed him in the jaw before taking his head and slamming it against the disable handle bar surrounding the elevator. She punched him one more time before she dropped him to the floor. By that time, the doors had opened to the lobby. Kitten sprinted to the front desk and told the man sitting there that there was a man trying to kill her. He looked over to where she was pointing and saw that he was now gettin up and aiming at him. The next thing the poor man knew, a bullet drove itself through his right eye. Kitten screamed as she watched the poor man get shot and fall to the floor. She turned her attention back to Damian who was staggering towards her. She then turned around and ran outside. She found three security guards and ran towards them. She told them the same thing she had told the man at the desk and told them that he had just killed him. They nodded and told her to stay out here. She agreed and watched them go in slowly. About ten seconds later there were four shots fired in the lobby. She turned to a window and looked in. Damian had shot two of the officers once each in the head. The other officer was shot in the stomach and arm. He turned her to her and smiled, before walking towards her aiming the gun at her. She ran backwards but tripped over a fallen luggage cart, hurting her knee in the process.

Damian had come outside by the time Kitten tried to stand. She fell over on her ass and looked up at the gun barrel staring back at her. She held her breath as she saw Damian starting to squeeze the trigger. BAMB! She heard the sound but not the pain. She opened one eye and looked up at Damian. He had a blank look on his face as he stared at her. He then dropped to his knees and slowly fell forward, face first. Kitten gasped as she saw a bullet hole at the back of his neck. She looked up to see a wounded and pale Dave standing with gun pointed at where Damian stood. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were half closed. He dropped the gun at the same time he too fell to his knees. He held his left arm as he kneeled there.

Kitten crawled to him as fast as she could. When she reached him she just broke down as she held onto him. Dave let his left arm go and he brought her to him. She pulled him into a hug and cried into his chest. She sobbed for a while as Dave tried to calm her down. "Its… okay now, Kit… he won't be… bothering you anymore… I said… that I would kill… him… if he… tried… or… even tried… to hurt you… I was going… to kill… him…", Dave said weakly. Kitten's cries began to die down as she and Dave held each other. Thanks to a couple that were on the same floor as Dave and Kitten were, the authorities had arrived. They had heard the first gun shot go off in Dave's room. They had called in soon after that.

When the police had gotten there they found Dave and Kitten sitting with each other. They asked them what had happened and helped them inside back into the lobby. Dave's head was laid on Kitten's lap. She told them about Damian and what he was trying to do. By the time she ended her story, Dave had begun to black out from blood loss. He had passed out just before the paramedics had been able to reach them. They placed him on the gurney and began working on him. Cleaning the wound out and placing a breathing mask over his mouth and nose. Kitten stood up on her good leg and hopped over to the gurney. She looked up at a paramedic working on Dave. "Is he going to be okay?"

"We don't know yet. He has lost some blood."

"No shit Sherlock! He was shot! I'm talking about the bullet. Is it fatal?"

"No, due to his muscle mass in his chest and shoulder, the bullet never reached his heart. If he was an average man, he would have died instantly."

"That's something I pray about everyday", she replied under her breath. "What about his breathing… he has Asthma you know", she said quickly. Dave began to move and struggle as they strapped him into the bed. He broke a couple of straps off him as he tried to make out what was happening around him. He could smell Kitten's perfume and so he called her out. She turned around and put a hand on his right pec. From the touch of her hand on his chest, Dave instantly relaxed. The paramedic nodded as he saw the Animal rest again.

"Does he? Okay, I need you to come with us, alright. To keep him calm and to check your own wounds out, alright?", he asked. Kitten nodded and walked back over to Dave. She grabbed and held his right hand in her own two before kissing it gently. "Dave?", she said quietly. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her weakly. She again kissed his hand again as a tear fell down her cheek. "Hey, big guy. We're going to the hospital okay. Just relax and stay calm alright. The last thing we need to do is throw the ambulance off the road with your tantrums"

"You know… you would be too…", he laughed.

"Shut up!" she giggled. Dave laughed again, but this time was stopped by an episode of coughs. Kitten began to panic but he squeezed her hand in reassurance that he was alright. She breathed in deeply as he stopped. "Don't do that Dave! Seriously…"

"I know, I know… I'm sorry.."

"for what?"

"For not getting here any sooner."

"You came at the right time." she smiled. Dave smiled back as he was pushed outside the hotel and into the ambulance. Kitten got in and sat next to him on his left side. She brushed his hair affectionately as the back doors of the ambulance closed.