DISCLAIMER: Nope still not mine.

SUMMARY: Kim's stalker has returned. He's making threats against the people that Kim cares about. Can they be protected?

Tommy and Tara knocked at the door just ten minutes after the phone call. Jason let them in and the girls walked into the kitchen to talk. Jason insisted that they leave the kitchen door open and not be in there too long.

"Bro, how did this sick freak find her again?"

"I don't know. The record company doesn't even know where we're living now. All of the stuff we send them or they send us goes through four other addresses before it reaches its destination."

"We need to call the police," Tommy said, feeling sick at the thought of anything happening to either Kim or Tara.

"It won't do any good. They'll register the complaint and that's it. He'll keep going until Kim breaks down completely. That's when he'll come out in the open."

Out of the blue, the two men heard the sound of breaking glass and a shriek from one of the women. They were in the kitchen before the shriek died away. Tara was just standing in front of the sink, a shattered glass laying on the floor at her feet. Kim was next to the refrigerator. "Tara?" Tommy asked with his heart in his throat.

Tara turned to face him and he could see how pale she was. He rushed to her and started looking to see if she was hurt. When he didn't find anything, he simply folded her into his arms and pulled her into his chest.

Feeling his strong heartbeat against her cheek, Tara broke. She started crying into his shirt. Tommy just held her, thankful that she was okay.

Jason, meanwhile, had gone to Kim's side. The petite brunette had been leaning against the fridge while Tommy checked out Tara.

"Kim, what happened?"

She just looked over at the wall and pointed. Jason's eyes followed the direction she was pointing in to see the new hole in the kitchen wall. "Jason, call the police." Tommy's voice was strained. He had realized that the shot had missed Tara but she had probably felt it pass her.

Tara was shaking in Tommy's arms and Kim just wrapped her arms around herself and sunk to the floor. "My fault. My fault."

Jason knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. "No, Kim, not your fault. He's a sick freak that thinks he has a right to you. That's not your fault." With little effort, Jason pulled Kim into his chest and stood up holding her. "Let's go in the living room." Tommy nodded and followed him into the other room, not letting go of the young woman in his own arms.

Once they had the girls settled in with them in the living room, Jason picked up the phone and dialed the police.

The police had just left. They had taken pictures and measurements. Kim and Jason packed a few things in order to spend the night at Tommy's.

"Tara, why don't you spend the night too? I know I'd feel better with you there with us." Tommy was trying to be diplomatic but he was terrified that someone would hurt her if she wasn't with them at his house.

"Okay, T-t-t-tommy." She nodded. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"You know that you're safe with me. Just relax."

"N-n-not so easy to d-d-do. I felt the b-b-bullet whiz p-p-past my head." She bowed her head.

"Tara, I'd have been scared too. But please try to relax. For me?"

She looked up to see the pleading look on his face. "I'll try, T- T- Tommy. Okay?"

"I can handle that. I'll protect you."

She smiled up at him and he noticed that it didn't quite reach her eyes. It hurt him to realize that this sick freak had scared her so badly that she couldn't even smile the way she had earlier that day.

The two of them walked out of the apartment and got in Tommy's jeep to go get her some clothes. Kim and Jason followed in Jason's SUV.

"Well, there's plenty of room for everyone. I have two guest rooms and the living room couch folds out into a bed."

"I'm not leaving Kim alone tonight. I'll sleep on the floor in whatever room she chooses."

"Well then, why don't the two of you take the downstairs guest room and Tara can have the one upstairs across the hall from me?" Tommy looked at his friend for approval.

"I guess that works. Is that okay with you, sissy?"

Tara nodded. Tommy put his hand on her shoulder. "I'll even leave my door open so that I can hear you if you need me."

She smiled and, this time, it did reach her eyes.