A/N: I only own Quinn. I hope that you enjoy the story… review and let me know what you think.

My name is Quinn Develen and up until three days ago life was normal. I am 25 years old and I am the youngest person to ever work for the CIA, in a high-ranking position, after graduating from Suffolk with three degrees. I have no brothers or sisters and I love my mom and dad, well I thought they were my mom and dad. Life changed when my parents, who raised me, have been there for me through everything, and are the only parents I have ever known, tell me that I am adopted. I didn't believe them at first, but it's true. I saw the papers and everything; I didn't understand why they were telling me now. I still hadn't accepted it and now my real family wants to meet me. I didn't know if I wanted to meet them. I was going to meet my mom and dad for dinner tonight, since I was in town on case. I needed to know what was going on.

I arrived and sat down with my parents. I could tell that my mom was having a hard time with all of this; they had contacted my parents. I knew that my parents wouldn't have ever told me and the world would have remained happy.

"Hi, mom and dad." I said and my dad hugged me.

"Well, let's eat and then we can discuss everything." Dad said and I nodded. The food was good, but I just wasn't really hungry; I hadn't been in the past few days.

"Quinn, they want to meet you in three days." My dad said and I nodded.

"Can you tell me why they just now want to meet me?" I asked them and my dad looked at my mom.

"We got you from them and in the paperwork it stated that at anytime they could contact us to meet you." Mom said and I nodded. I was grateful that at least I was an adult.

"Do you have a picture of them?" I asked them and my dad handed me a picture. I found a picture of a Samoan woman and a black man; I knew looked a lot like them.

"What's their names?" I asked them.

"Ata Miavia and Rocky Johnson." She said and I nodded.

I talked to my parents a little longer before going back to my hotel. I had a lot to think about and I was meeting them in LA for a few days. I was in LA because the WWE needed some extra security; the government was glad to let me play bodyguard to someone, since time off apparently wasn't an option.

I got to the hotel and read over the case; apparently a wrestler, Trish Stratus, was getting too many death threats to let it slide. My best friend, Lori, was so excited that I was working with Trish Stratus; she was a huge wrestling fan. I didn't have the first clue about wrestling, so to me it was just a job and a waste of my time. I was supposed to be there to help out for Wrestlemania and until an undetermined time. I was going in as a personal assistant, it was my cover without scaring Trish, and I hoped that this was a short case. The FBI was checking out the threats; I didn't know why they couldn't put one of their guys on it.

The next three days went by fast and I was now standing in front of a restaurant waiting to meet my parents, they weren't really my parents if you asked me, but I didn't know what to call them.

I walked up to the hostess station and the girl smiled at me. I was dressed in a nice dress, since they had to pick a very fancy restaurant.

"Hi, I am here with the Johnson party." I said and she nodded.

"Follow me." She said and I smiled as I followed her. I wished that my parents could have come, but they just wanted to met with me. I had all the training with combat weapons, hand-to-hand combat, reading body language wasn't a problem, but I was so nervous to meet these people. I walked up to their table and they stood up.

"You are so beautiful." The woman said and hugged me. I hugged her back and shook the man's hand.

"Quinn, please sit." He said and I took a seat.

"I know you must be wondering why after 25 years we just now wanted to meet you." The man said and I nodded.

"First, I am Ata, and my husband, Rocky." The woman said and I nodded.

"Drink?" the waitress asked me and I nodded.

"Water." I said and they smiled at me. I looked just like them and had no clue who they really were. I was going to run background checks on the people ASAP.

"Quinn, we wanted to make sure that you were alright. We have seen you grown up and we felt like now would be a good time to meet you." Rocky said and I nodded.

I spent the next hour learning how much these people didn't want to give me up, but they had too. I learned a lot and realized they had provided from me, even when I didn't realize it.

"Our son, your brother, is on his way. He wants to meet you." Ata said and I nodded.

"Mom, Dad." A voice said and I turned to see a man, who was huge walking up. He was well built and tall; we looked somewhat a like.

"You must be my sister?" he asked me and I stood up.

"Quinn." I said and he smiled at me.

"Dwayne." He said and I smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you." I said and he smiled at me.

"You two." He said.

I talked with them for a long time; I was glad to meet them. They really were nice people and my new brother was a nice guy. We were leaving and Dwayne stopped me.

"Quinn, I would like you to meet me on Sunday night. I want to get to know you." Dwayne said.

"I can't, I have to work." I said and he nodded.

"What do you do again?" he asked me.

"I'm starting a new job as a personal assistant." I said and he nodded. I couldn't tell him what I really did; my job didn't allow me to let anyone in that close, unless I worked with them.

We exchanged numbers before going our separate ways. I promised him that we would stay in touch; I just didn't know how in touch. I liked meeting my real family, but they really weren't my family.

Now, I just had to focus on tomorrow, I had to start my 'new job' and be focused on it. I knew that this didn't seem important, but with all the change ups lately; I had to take everything seriously. I had worked too hard to be where I was now; I wasn't going to screw it up over a wrestler.

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. I am sure that you figured out that she is the sister of 'The Rock'.

Please review and all suggestions are appreciated.