A/N - Watching this film recently inspired me to write this FanFiction based on The Bodyguard. The whole way through I could just see Beca and Jesse playing these parts. I hope you enjoy my take on it :)

The Bodyguard
.o0o. Chapter One - No Smoke Without Fire .o0o.

Daly City - A Parking Garage, Level 3

The dark, dirty underground parking garage proved to be the perfect place for the ambush.

The single, bare bulb, hanging haphazardly just above the rusting pipes, flickered and swayed as the rumble of traffic ahead caused the ceiling to shake. The constant drip, drip, drip of water sounded loud and eerie as the echo of two sets of footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

"Get down!"

The sharp, urgently hissed command from the younger man was adhered to immediately and both men dropped to a crouch behind the large, black SUV that had been parked at a particularly odd angle; almost as if the driver had been in a hurry to get out. The older of the two men looked afraid and placed his hands on the ground to steady himself while the younger man drew the Browning handgun from his chest holster and raised it straight out in front of him; his arm locked and his hand steady and unwavering.

"Is he … here?" The hushed, smooth voice of the older, long silver haired man broke through the intensity as the brown haired guy in the well cut and expensive suit put his finger to his lips and motioned for him to be quiet and still.

A metallic ping behind the two men had the armed bodyguard spinning immediately to his left and without even a warning shout or a second too long to process, he fired off three shots into the gloomy space, hitting his target definitively in the chest.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Both men watched as the body, clad in a blue boiler suit and ski mask fell to the ground, clearly felled in an instant. His eyes remain locked onto the older man as the life drained away from him, small bubbles of blood popping at the corner of his mouth as the bodyguard kept his Browning trained onto the motionless body.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, punching in numbers before speaking quietly into the mouthpiece.

"It's done. It's over. Call the police."

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San Francisco - Bainbridge Enterprises, Top Floor

Later that night, in a small, dark and heavily wood panelled office, the two men sat opposite each other on soft leather chairs. The small table lamp between them the only light in the room.

The older man, Arthur Bainbridge; a wealthy businessman with connections to Congress sat forward in this chair, nursing a large glass of Glenfiddich 1955; a bottle rumoured to be worth well over $100,000. He looked down at his hands and was fairly surprised to see the violent shake in his fingers.

"Your hands ever shake, Jesse?" He asked the man opposite him.

"Sometimes." Jesse Swanson said as he smoothed down the front of his fresh, dark grey suit having changed from the previous one he wore earlier that evening as it was covered in car oil and diesel. "It's just adrenaline."

"How did you know he was there? The man that's been threatening me to kill me for weeks."

"I saw him washing the car." Jesse said, relaxing for the first time in months as the slivers of fatigue tugged at the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, I did as well but how–"

"-Well, for a start they don't wash cars on the parking levels and secondly, who washes cars at nine thirty at night in a ski mask."

Arthur chuckled and took a healthy gulp of the cool liquid in his cut crystal glass. He enjoyed the burn in his throat for a moment longer than necessary and ran his fingers through his hair. He set the glass down on the small, mahogany table to his left and picked up a long envelope, holding it out to Jesse who leaned forward to take it in his fingers.

"I'd like you to stay on Jesse. Become part of my core staff."

"The threat is over Arthur."

"But still, there is always-"

"-I'm not good in a permanent position, my feet go to sleep. I get lazy and sloppy."

"I'll be disappointed to see you leave Jesse. I owe you my life."

Both men stood, and Jesse discretely folded the envelope, slipping it into his inner suit pocket. They shook hands, nodding at each other before Jesse left the office silently, closing the door quietly behind him on Arthur and on the assignment he'd spent the past four months on. Arthur returned to his whiskey, grateful for Jesse's expertise and experience.

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Culver City - Ashcroft Building, Apartment 605

The rubber gloved hand was steady as it painstakingly and slowly snipped the letters and words from the large pile of glossy magazines and papers on the desk in front of the neat stack of white sheets of paper. The large, shiny, silver scissors meticulously cut each letter out before running the glue stick over the back of the cut-out and placing it carefully and neatly on the half composed letter.

YOU BITCH – YOU HAVE EVERYTHING. I HAVE NOTHING!
YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME.
I HATE YOU! HOW COU

The words were harsh and prominent against the clean, white paper and the writer was waiting to fill the rest of the paper with more venom as the music channel switched over to play the latest hits from all the fresh new talent from the last year. The song that begun to play filled the room and despite the heat, it sent shivers down the spine of the occupant inside followed by boiling anger as the soft melody echoed against the walls and the heartfelt words ignited a rage like never before.

To anyone else the song, sung beautifully by one of the world's most popular and young, up and coming artists, was simply about a mothers love for her child.

In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see, she was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be in my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe in my daughter's eyes
And when she wraps her hand around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light; it's in my daughter's eyes
In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave, maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy she made me
For I'll be there in my daughter's eyes

The words and song angered the writer so much so that a small bubble of blood popped from a nostril, snaking it's way over a lip and splashed soundlessly on to the monogrammed shirt that had seen better days.

"I hate you."

These were the only words spoken in the room for the rest of the day.

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Hollywood - Grauman's Chinese Theatre, Kerbside

The chanting of the crowd surrounding the Grauman's Chinese Theatre could be heard from inside the limousine as it travelled sedately along Hollywood Boulevard and entered Hollywood and Highland. The driver, a happy go lucky blonde in her late twenties, was mildly distracted by the flurry of text messages steaming onto her phone and narrowly missed two pedestrians as they stepped into the path of the vehicle with their cameras poised to get a stolen snapshot of the occupants of the limo.

"What's tomorrow?" The small brunette in the back seat asked, leaning forward as she took a large mouthful of icy cold water from the bottle in her hand, wiping her chin slightly as the car lurched to the left which caused the smallest of spills. "What have I been roped into?"

"Charity Concert preparation." The brisk, curt reply was as expected from the uptight blonde as was the instant answer. "We'll need to leave at ten thirty at the latest."

"Great." The brunette deadpanned as she adjusted the strap on her silver cocktail dress and twisted one of the rings on her finger. "Chloe, are Brynn and Bowen with you tomorrow?"

"Yes, Beca." Chloe Beale said quietly, sitting on the seat opposite from her best friend of 23 years. "We'll be at the house until their play date at 4pm at the Millers."

"Great." Rebekah 'Beca' Mitchell said and quickly sent a smile in the direction of the redhead, remembering her manners. She inclined her head slightly towards the uptight blonde. "Aubrey, I need you to schedule me some proper time with my children the day after."

"I'm not sure you'll have time." Aubrey Posen spoke urgently, pulling the small tablet from her pocket. She punched at the screen for a moment or two as the driver pulled up outside the theatre and lowered the screen divider catching the end of the conversation. "You have quite a busy schedule until-"

"-It wasn't a request." Beca grumbled as the vehicle came to a stop. Aubrey nodded, trying to hide her frustration.

Through the windows, not only could the sounds of cheering and chanting of the large group of fans be heard but the flashing from camera and phones almost blinded the occupants. The banging on the windows and roof of the limousine made everyone jump, especially Aubrey and Chloe who looked to each other in a manner that went completely over Beca's head. That was as intended; they were paid to keep her safe.

The sound of a voice speaking over the throng filtered through the noise of the crowd as the female driver jumped out of the car and quickly moved to the back door, pausing for a second before she pulled on the handle, popping the lock with enthusiastic gusto.

"Who do we have here?!" The synthesised voice echoed around the street. "It looks like ... yes, I think it ... oh yes, here she is folks; it's four time Grammy award, two Golden Globe, three Emmy and one time Academy Award winner not to mention multi platinum award owner of course, it's our BAFTA nominated, Billboard Beauty, songwriter, singer and darling actress ... Becaaaaaaaaa Miiiiiitchell!"

Beca resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the rather unnecessary introduction as she stepped out of the back of the car and thanked Amy Wilson, her driver for the past year, before turning to the crowd and waving with mock enthusiasm and happiness. The crowd went wild and surged forward immediately and Beca tried to shield herself the outstretched hands from touching her. It was always the same and while she didn't want anyone's hands on her and actually touching her, she secretly did crave the attention she received from the people on the street.

"Hello!" She called out to the crowd as her personal assistant Aubrey alighted from the car, followed by her ever smiling best friend, Chloe. She looked towards the front of the car as the fifth occupant; her personal bodyguard popped up the front door and lazily poked a foot out of the car, tucking the last of his sandwich into his right cheek as he turned to close the door behind him and almost sashayed towards Beca.

He'd been employed by the superstar for the past five years and while he acted like a slob most of the time, Bumper Allen wasn't afraid to step up and slug anyone who got in his charge's way when the time and occasion called for it. It wasn't a well kept secret that, in the beginning, he had had a severe crush on the delectable pin up which had over the years turned into an almost overwhelming need to protect her from everyone.

He reached Beca and stood a little in front of her, clearing a path for her to walk through, parting the crowd easily.

"How are y'all doing!" Beca called out and the crowd roared as she pushed through the people, signing whatever was thrust into her face. People grabbed at her, snapping photos and yelling into her face, calling out her name and asking questions. Gifts were pressed into her hands; dolls, bears, boxes of candy, letters, presents for her twins, flowers and jewelry.

She thanked each fan for their gifts and cards, smiling genuinely and broadly as she passed all the things she was given to Aubrey who clutched everything close to her, juggling the amount of things she'd been passed as they made their way up the steps to the theatre. Beca turned at the top and waved to the crowd as the entourage all passed through the door, enjoying the resounding bang as it shut heavily behind them. The smile dropped off her face as she turned to Bumper.

"Fuck sake, you gotta stop them from touching me Bump. They had their grubby hands all over me."

"I tried Beca." Bumper said lamely as Aubrey handed Chloe and Amy; who had joined them from the side entrance after parking the limo in the underground car park, all of the fans' gifts. She pushed Beca towards the green room door to get ready for her set on stage. Beca was used to Aubrey clucking around her and made no attempt to argue with her.

Chloe shrugged her shoulders at Amy as they set everything down onto the table by the green room door and went off in search of a box to collect up everything Beca had been given to put into the back of the limousine before they left for the night. Chloe maintained an impassive face as she walked past the green room door and just fixed a small smile on her lips as Amy began to rant about how insane the whole media attention was and how well recognised Beca Mitchell was.

Amy turned and caught sight of Bumper leaning up against the wall outside of the green room and made her excuses to Chloe so she could rejoin Bumper; neither of them admitting that there was a mutual attraction between the two of them.

Chloe had just left the corridor by the green room when an almighty bang resounding throughout the ground floor of the Grauman Chinese Theatre. Amy and Bumper dropped to their knees as the handmade replica DJ Beca Mitchell doll that Beca had just been given outside; pressed into her hand by a very enthusiastic fan who wanted to rub his groin into her hip, suddenly exploded just four feet away from them sending showers of glass and plaster in all directions.

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A/N - Song used is "In My Daughter's Eyes" by Martina McBride

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