Hehe. I never planned to do this :3 But then I had another idea for a little bit and boom!

Juliet's POV

Saint Marget's Hospital, North Wing; Upper New York, America

Juliet Stone.

Ruby Collar.

One died. One was born.

Well, not really.

"Jules!" Calls out my boyfriend of 9 months, Adam Ross. I smile at him and he presses a kiss against my cheek, "C'mon! Let's go."

"Adam!" I giggle and jump into his arms, "I haven't seen you all day!"

"Sorry Jules, I had a case." I smother his face in kisses and then he laughs at me. I've only been in New York for about a year and I can't even consider going back to Miami. Not that Witness Protection Program would want me to, anyways.

"S'okay, love. I just missed you so much." He knows that I have trust issues. I lied to him and said that it was because my last boyfriend cheated on me. It's really because I left him. Because I put myself in danger. Because I lost his life.

"Starbucks?" Adam asks. I haven't been in Starbucks in over a year. I just ask someone else to get it or go somewhere else. I haven't been in a Starbucks since Ruby Collar was shot. It's made me paranoid.

I lightly brush my dark brown hair from my face, and Adam twists his fingers between mine. A woman that I work with, Doctor Megan Smith, walks in on us kissing and she laughs.

"Young love." We both laugh at her. Megan is 43, married and has seven kids. She's one of my best friends and she always makes me smile.

"C'mon Adam, let's go and grab some coffee."

I pull him from the ward and down towards the parking lot (just stopping twenty one times to kiss).

"Starbucks?"

"I thought that you'd never ask." I can't go there.

Swinging my legs into the car, Adam hops in beside me and I calmly drive from the parking lot. I feel wind rushing through my hair as some snow flakes cross into my hair.

Adam laughs at me. He knows that this is my favourite past time. I love wind, rain and snow.

When we pull outside Starbucks, my heart tells me that if I go inside; I'll end up like Ruby Collar did. Lying on the ground, in a pool of blood, dying and telling my boyfriend that I love him.

"C'mon Jules."

Jumping from my car, I push the door open. The smell of cinnamon, caramel, coffee and white chocolate hits me like a tone of bricks.

"Hi Madame and Sir!" A perky blonde with dim grey eyes says. She seems like someone who has everything going for her but I can see by her twig thin arms that she's suffering, "What can I get you?"

"A caramel latte and a double shot black coffee."

"Sure, Madame. Coming right up."

"Thanks ... Caroline." She smiles weakly and walks away. I turn around to ask Adam something when everything starts to happen again.

A bullet hits my abdomen and then another one on the right side of my chest. I can't breath. No I can. It's just grazed my lung and I just try to focus on keeping my eyes open and my lungs moving.

Adam rushes to my side and all I can hear are people screaming.

Flashback

"Ruby Wolfe." Ryan says. I laugh, smiling at the man I've loved for so many years.

"Ryan Collar." I grin.

"That's not how it works, sweetheart."

"Baby, it's my way or the highway."

"I'll be on the highway if you need me." He jokes.

I throw my arms around him and he plants kisses all over my face and I feel my stomach filling with butterflies. This happens with every touch. Ryan makes me so nervous but in a good way.

"I love you, Ruby. Always remember that."

"I love you too, Ryan. I'll never leave you."

"Promise?"

"I Ruby Collar, promise to never ever ever leave my amazing boyfriend Ryan Wolfe."

"I Ryan Wolfe, promise to never ever leave my super beautiful girlfriend, Ruby Collar."

He picks me up and chucks me over his shoulder, starting to tickle my legs. I scream with laughter. Ryan knows that the backs of my legs are hyper-sensitive. I feel him places kisses along the backs of my thighs and he throws me down onto his bed.

His hands skim my waist and my hands loop around his neck, bringing him down into a flurry of heated kisses. I've never felt like this with someone. He's changed me. And I don't think I'll ever be the same.

"You get more beautiful with every day."

"I disagree. I age more each day."

"No one can tell. You're beautiful and I love you so much."

"I love you more each day."

Flashback Over

"Juliet, it's going to be okay." I hear Adam's voice tell me.

"Adam..." I sob. Blood is dripping down my lips, "This is all my fault."

"Jules, this isn't your fault! Keep your eyes open, keep breathing. I love you, Juliet." He grabs my shaky hand.

"N-No; I'm n-n-not who you t-t-think I am."

"I don't care you, I love you Jules."

"I-I-I'm not y-y-y-y-your Jules. M-My name's R-R-Ruby Collar. I w-was shot j-just o-over a y-y-year ago."

Adam's eyes widen with shock. He knows who I am. Why it happened. What I did. Why I did what I did to almost get myself killed. Twice.

I take a deep breath and tell him that I am so sorry. For everything that I have ever happened.

A wail of sirens, I tell myself that I just need to breath. It will keep me alive. Adam has let go of my hand and I take a bloody breath, "What's your name?" A curly red-headed woman asks me.

"I c-can't." She frowns at me and then says, "Fine Miss."

"Someone hand me an IV!" The woman yells. I sigh and then tell myself that she needs to grow up.

My vision has started to fade, black spots emerging again. I've done this before. Just not in this lifetime. Tingles are in my fingers and I feel dizzy.

.:.:.:.

Mark Whitman. He's the man that put me here. Witness Protection Program. He's the one standing by my bed when I won't tell the hospital my name. Not Adam.

"The name of this woman is only the concern of the FBI."

"Look sir," She frowned, dark blue eyes narrowing, "I need this woman's name now."

"I cannot give you it, Madame. This woman is in Witness Protection for a reason, and we need her to be relocated some time this week."

"Sir, you realize that she has suffered a bullet to her right ovary and then another to her right lung? She should be allowed to walk or speak for at least an month."

"Can we change her hospital then?"

"No Sir. Changing her location could damage her internal organs. We can't allow this to happen."

"Look, Jennifer, I understand about this woman's well being but she needs to be moved. The person that did this to her will not stop until she's dead.

"Then he should have done a better job."

"Madame, this woman needs to be moved now. Like right now."

"We cannot allow her to leave."

"She will leave at some point this week. I'll make sure of it."

"Good luck, sir." Jennifer says before tending to my almost empty IV.

I'd roll my eyes, but she'd probably shoot me as well.

Oh the irony of this all.

I need to leave now. He'll come after me. He's tried three times already. Three failed murder attempts. He's never been caught. And he hasn't managed to kill me yet.

Score:

Me: 3

Him: 0

Well, I wonder who I'll be playing in the next game?

Hello pretty flowers, how may I help you? :3