Chapter 9.

Bailey sat in her hotel room, waiting. She wasn't sure who or what she was waiting for. But she knew that she had to think fast. Every noise made her jump; every movement made her tense every muscle in her body. She was doing this to protect the others, she told herself. This was what she did on a daily basis, so why was she so scared.

She didn't know who or what she was up against. She had ordered all the divas to stay with Nikki and Bree, who were all ready to come with her. She told them she would do this alone but they probably wouldn't listen.

Someone had sent letters to Maria. Told her what they wanted to do to her; told her that she was the sacrifice that would be needed for them to have eternal youth. Maria had taken the letters straight to Bailey. This person had promised that she would be collected by nightfall from her hotel room. So that's where Bailey sat in the dark. Gun hidden in her back pocket, knives lined her legs. Whoever this was, they weren't leaving this place alive.

A small movement on the fire escape made Bailey jump. There was a person by the window, staring at her. Just staring. Whoever it was, it was clearly male. Bailey beckoned him to her. Begging him to open the window. She watched from the bed where she sat as he clambered through the window. She assessed him in seconds. Around five foot eleven, two hundred pounds. Once balanced, he turned to her and smiled sickly. "Turn the light on." He growled. Bailey did as she was told and watched his jaw hit the floor.

"Surprise." Bailey smiled, taking the gun out from behind her and aiming it at the intruder. Just as quickly, he dived at Bailey, trying to knock her to the floor. She managed to slip out of the way, just in time. She watched him land on the floor. Quickly she flung knives out of their holders and pinned his clothes to the floor. He wasn't going anywhere on her watch.

"Bitch!" He screamed at her.

"Ohh, I'm sorry. Did you think you could attempt murder on one of the divas while I was on watch?" She sniggered. "Don't be so fucking stupid." Bailey watched at the blood hit the walls. "And mother thought I was going to be a girly girl." She sighed.

It didn't take long for Bailey to clean up. She shut the door behind her and began the journey back to her room. She pulled out her cell phone and called Vince. "Hey, yeah, it's taken care of. No one's hurt. Well, except from him." She rolled her eyes, guys always wanted to know all the details. "Yeah, I'll see you in the morning Vince. G'night."

"Do you always come back from work covered in blood?" Whispered a soft voice in her ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She spun around, gun pressed against his ribs. He lifted his hands in mock surrender.

"Don't scare me like that." Bailey whispered. "Good night, Mr Hardy." She cleared her throat and turned to open her hotel room door. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She whispered to herself, in the corner of her eye she saw Jeff lean against the wall beside her.

"Lost your key?" He smirked.

"I must have left it in Maria's room." Bailey sighed; she was mad at the thought of having to trail back to Maria's room. She wasn't what you would call fond of returning to the scene. Jeff reached out and grabbed her arm.

"I don't want you going back there." He said not breaking his stare.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? Sleep out here?" Bailey snapped, he could be so stupid sometimes.

"No. You can bunk with me. At least then I'll know that you're safe."

"Fine. But can we go now. I don't like being seen in my work gear." Bailey felt Jeff's gaze wander down her body, surveying the clothes she was wearing. There wasn't much difference in her work gear to her normal clothes, everything was just tighter. The pants she wore looked as if someone had painted her legs with black leather, the camisole top she wore showed off her toned navel as well as complimented her chest. Jeff snapped out of his thoughts to see Bailey glaring at him, arms folded over her chest. "Now please." Without a word Jeff walked to the door at the end of the corridor, took out a card and opened the door, letting Bailey walk in first. Jeff threw the door key on the table and watched as Bailey silently scanned all the rooms.

"The only person in here that could kill you is you." Jeff stated as Bailey came back into the room he was stood in.

"Fuck you." She glared at him.

"When did you turn nasty?" Jeff asked, a fake look of hurt washed over his face.

"The second someone I didn't want kissed me." She snapped, getting in Jeff's face.

"Oh get over yourself." He backed her against the wall, and whispered. "You wanted it just as much as I did." He lowered his head to bite at her neck. A small moan escaped her lips. "Told you so." He smirked against her neck. She pushed him back.

"Don't even think about it." Bailey yelled as she stormed into the bedroom. Jeff followed silently. She stood in the middle of the bedroom pulling at her top. She pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor; she pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a shirt. She laid it on the bed and began to pull at her pants.

"I'll get them." Jeff whispered, behind her once more. He reached around and unzipped her pants, pulling them down to her ankles.

"I'm not a child." Bailey protested, yet she kicked her pants off her ankles anyway. She shivered as his hands trailed down her back, slowly teasing.

"So, Bailey, what's it like?" You know the feeling of killing someone?" She felt his fingers trace the tattoos that covered her back, as if he was painting them on. Dragons, star, pin-ups and harajuku girls decorated her skin.

"It's kinda like sex." Bailey whispered back, her eyes shut and breathing shallow, "You find your target, make them vulnerable, do your thing, and then go home."

"Do you like that?" He whispered from in between her shoulder blades. "Having that control over someone's life?" It suddenly occurred to her, standing there in the middle of Jeff's hotel room that she had made herself vulnerable, and that this was not the same Jeff Hardy that had kissed her in her car. No, this Jeff Hardy was everything she wanted. She wanted to be vulnerable and powerless for a change.

Jeff's hand slid up Bailey's back and tugged on her bra clasp, watching the black lace garment fall to the floor he smiled to himself, very much like a child who had found the secret candy drawer. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what he had to do to get with Bailey. She made it obvious that she didn't like nice boys. "Do you trust me?" He asked, hands creeping around her waist.

"Completely." She whispered in reply.

"Good." Bailey opened her eyes as she felt Jeff's hands drop off her. She turned to see him walking out of the room, she scowled. There was no chance in hell he was going to tease her like that and then just walk away. She stormed after him, meeting him at the door.

"Where'd you think –" Jeff cut her off, pushing her against the wall and kissing her roughly. He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth causing her to groan softly. He picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She ripped at his shirt, pulling it off over his head. He kept his hands on her hips with a firm hold, trailing butterfly kisses along her collar bone. She pulled the band out of his hair and ran her fingers through it, blonde curls tangled with her fingers.

A knock at the door beside them interrupted their new game. "What?" Jeff growled as he let Bailey stand on her own.

"Is Bailey there?" A man's voice called. Bailey ran into the bedroom, returning seconds later, gun in hand and one of Jeff's shirts wrapped around her.

"I'm here." She answered the door slowly, ready to attack.

John Cena POV

I watched as Bailey opened the door, she stood in front of me wearing what was obviously Jeff's shirt from this morning's meetings and a pair of black lace panties. She looked stunning; her hair curled around her face and messed at the back.

"You left this in Maria's room. We found it when we went to get her stuff." I handed her the room key. "Vince sent me." I paused as she glared at me what I thought was with suspicion, her eyes snapped shut and she murmured something only audible to whoever was behind the door. "Bailey? Am I interrupting something?" I asked, her head shot up, her eyes focused on me. A topless Jeff appeared behind her, I smirked, so that's where she got the shirt, he growled in my direction and pulled her back into the room.

"Yes you are." He snapped, slamming the door close.

End of John Cena POV

"Now back to where we were." Jeff smirked as he watched Bailey's hips sway as she walked towards the bathroom. He followed impatiently; he watched her as she stripped out of her remaining clothes and climbed into the shower cubicle. He pulled off his cargo shorts and climbed in behind her. Jeff spun Bailey around to face him, pushing her against the wall, she gasped as her back hit the cold tiles. Soon she settled into a smile as he went to work.

For now she was powerless, something she hadn't been in years. She smiled as she dug her nails into his back and warned herself not to let him go.

A/N: Jesus it's been a long time since I last updated. Apologises to anyone who actually waited for this update, I've had a hard past few months, I'm trying to sort my life out but I wrote this last night and found that I haven't been at peace with myself in months until I wrote this. It put a smile on my face; I hope it does with you too. Review please.