You were a celebrity, infamous for your many interviews on your views, how you got to where you were, and especially on your career, a lawyer. You were definitely one of the most worthy lawyers too, only losing one case out of 200. And of course, people would have something against whether for putting them in jail or being too much of a threat. And with the recent murders of the Chesapeake Ripper, the FBI wanted you safe for your funding and help.

The bodyguard you were assigned was Will Graham, the most capable FBI or.. sorta FBI agent they had available. He went with you everywhere and was always there when you needed him. He wasn't very talkative but got his job done well. Still, you wish he just spoke a bit more. He was attractive, it would be nice to talk to him so not only his looks could bring you to him.

Again, another murder around your house. Just two blocks away. This put Will on high alert. He was stuck to you like glue. Even when you were just going over case files, he was just over your shoulder. It wasn't annoying, nor bothersome. He didn't talk, move, or even breath too loud to even know he was there.

There was a charity event that you had to head to, of course Will was following behind you on the silk red carpet, his hand wrapped on your waist and looking around for any suspicious behavior. Nobody knew of Will as your bodyguard, so instead of thinking he was there for protection, the paparazzi thought he was your boyfriend. It wasn't something you knew of until it was said to you by Jack Crawford, the captain of the FBI. He also said it right with Will next to you, who was currently clinging onto you like a overprotective boyfriend. You could even see his face go a little red as he tried to force a chuckle.

"Well that's... something.."