This is the first story that I've written with the intention of having others read it for entertainment's sake and not just for the sake of a grade. I do hope you enjoy it. All comments are welcome in the form of reviews. Also, a link will be provided on my profile of an album containing pictures of what I envisioned my characters to look like and other things. Please review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, thus I ask that you treat it as such. All recognizable names do not belong to me. The unrecognizable names and plot however are solely mine.

Chapter 1

"Folks, we have begun our descent into Albany, New York, where current weather conditions are partly cloudy skies. We will be in the gate in about twenty minutes. We'd like the flight attendants to prepare the cabin for arrival, and we want to thank you for flying with us today…"

She tuned out the words of the pilot as she stared out the window. Since moving up on the totem pole at work, frequent flights had become a staple that she was forced to adapt to rather quickly. Not that she was complaining, as travelling from city to city — and between countries for the more important business meetings— allowed her to experience the culture of the various places she visited, albeit briefly.

As the plane slowly taxied towards the gate she began regretting the decision to book her flight at the last minute. The only seats available two nights ago on her connecting flight from Iowa were at the back of the plane and she already had limited time on her hands from having to jump on one plane from Chicago to Iowa, and another from Iowa to New York. She just wished she had followed Sophia and booked her flight and hotel room the day after their boss notified them of the upcoming meeting. The hotel she got lucky with, but her current predicament meant that she would be the one of the last persons to disembark the plane. Thinking of the inevitably long line of persons currently waiting in customs had the twenty- six year old rubbing her temples, willing away the oncoming headache.

Nearly twenty- five minutes later, after plastering on the most pleasant smile she could muster as she bid the flight crew goodbye, Cassidy Logan made her way towards Customs and Border Protection.

"Wow. Must be nice to work in an airport." Cassidy thought to herself, taking in the paintings and other artwork that clothed the expansive room, bringing the semi- dull walls to life. Looking around and spotting Kiosks stationed along the far left hand corner of the room had the young woman creating a mental reminder to make use of one the next time she had to travel.

"I guess not," Cassidy mumbled in reference to her previous thought, as the loud sound of a wailing child brought her out of her reverie.

After standing and following the direction of the line for two hours and dealing with an overly inquisitive customs officer for an additional fifteen minutes, she quickly made her way around the baggage area in search of Carousel 3. By now the carousel had stopped and was empty of all suitcases, meaning it had been ages since her plane landed. Struggling with a heavy purse on one shoulder and an even heavier laptop case on the other, she walked towards the only suitcase in the immediate area. Recognizing the familiar bag, she located and headed for the car rental counter with the black Samsonite in tow and collected the necessary documents for her rental.

Strutting across the parking garage, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. The suitcase felt a bit heavier than she remembered it being.

"Objects do move around in transit," she surmised at the same time she located the vehicle. In record time she loaded her possessions into the royal blue 2015 Hyundai Genesis and sped off in the direction of her hotel.

Adjusting his cap, the Iowa native kept his eyes trained on the floor of the baggage area of the Albany International Airport. The WWE was hosting Monday Night RAW at the Times Union Center in Albany, New York, after being in England for a week; a long, arduous week, filled with numerous media appearances all in the name of promoting the company's events. He would have loved to have spent the time abroad sight-seeing, but the fast paced nature of the business rarely allowed its members such luxuries. Many would scoff if he told them he spent eight- tenths of his time in England awake— doing appearances, meeting fans, working out at the gym or at the arena preparing for a match. Regardless of how gruesome his days got he wouldn't give it up for anything. After ten years of wrestling — fighting in gruelling matches just to make a name for himself on the independent scene and finally making it to the WWE— he was at the pinnacle of the sports entertainment industry as the WWE World Heavyweight Champion. Not many were afforded the opportunities that he was, hence he wasn't about to start taking his spot in the prestigious company for granted.

Colby glanced at the his watch which showed him that it was almost one in the afternoon, then retrieved his phone from the back pocket of his denim jeans and began making a phone call.

"Hey, where you at?"

"I'm out front. Hurry up, man, I ain't got all day."

Stepping through the revolving doors of the airport, the sunlight that struck his face was the slap he needed to fully awaken his senses; he had been feeling groggy all morning. Scanning the immediate area he spotted the bulk of muscle leaning against a black SUV, trying his hardest to look inconspicuous. The sight was comical, really. The man slowly straightened up as Colby approached the vehicle.

"What the hell Fabio?", Colby questioned with a smirk as he made his way towards the rear of the SUV.

"Is there a problem?"

"Why do you even bother tryna hide, bro? Might as well you just stood there waiting in your ring gear. You're so damn obvious man," Colby chuckled as he looked Joe Anoa'i in the face.

"Whatever," Joe said with a smile as he playfully shoved the younger man before both entered the vehicle and made their way towards the hotel.

Chucking his phone on the nightstand to his right, Colby sprawled out on the silky smooth white sheets of his hotel bed. Staring at the intricate pattern of swirls on the ceiling, he soon became lost in his thoughts, thinking back on the moments in his life that led up where he was today. Memories of his friends back home came to mind, wrestling his brother in their backyard years ago, his parents, his girl—.

"Nope. Not goin' there today." Colby chastised himself, heading towards the bags resting haphazardly by the room door. Dumping the unusually light suitcase at the foot of the bed he began to feel for its zipper. Throwing back the top cover with more force than necessary, Colby stopped in his tracks. He didn't remember stuffing Leighla's satin green clutch in his bag. Putting it aside he made a mental note to return it as soon as possible and continued looking for a T-shirt and basketball shorts. The more he rummaged through the bag the more he came to the conclusion that none of its contents belonged to him, nor did they belong to Leighla, but judging from the blue lace bra and girly headbands inside it definitely belonged to another woman.

His speculations were confirmed when he reached for the paper tag near the handle which showed that the owner of the bag was a Cassidy Logan. Running his hand through his two toned hair, Colby sat there contemplating his next move when a knock sounded on the door.

"You ready?" Looking up from his phone Joe spotted Colby in the same clothes he stepped off the plane in, a frown forming on his face. "I know you ain't goin' to the gym dressed like that."

Choosing that moment to let out a sigh, Colby confessed, "I have nothing to wear."

"Listen Colby Kardashian we don't have time for this, you're either coming or staying. Which is it?" Jonathan Good pushed past Joe and stepped into the room making his presence known. After listening to their friend's plight, Jon retreated to his hotel suite and returned with some clothes which Colby hastily put on. As the trio made their way to the hotel's gym, Colby followed a short distance behind, on the phone with the airline as he tried to rectify the situation before leaving for the next city.

"It's open!" Cassidy shouted in the direction of the room door. A curvy brunette stepped inside, stopped and perused her surroundings. Bathed in varying tones of brown and beige, the room had a serene feeling to it, with the plush, blood- red comforter on the bed giving the space a slight pop of colour.

"Nice room you got, considering you waited 'til the last minute to book it."

"Not why I called you in here. I —" Sophie cut Cassidy off before she could continue.

"I can turn around and head back to my room if you want," Sophia arched her eyebrows and motioned towards the door with her thumb.

Hurdling over the mess at her feet, Cassie leaped onto her best friend.

"Babe, no! I need you! I just woke up and said I would get ready for tomorrow and when I opened the suitcase I looked and nothing in it's mine!"

Gently unwinding Cassie's arms from around her, Sophia daintily stepped over the mess, sights aimed on the empty suitcase on the floor.

The hysterical girl began pacing the room, "To be honest, I don't know where to start. I mean the meeting's tomorrow morning—".

"It belongs to a guy, I guess," she concluded based on the male dress shirts nearby, although the number of skinny jeans had her feeling unsure. Closing the bag she located the name tag on the handle. "Colby Lopez." She stated before turning her attention to the woman leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. "Lemme deal with this. Just look online for some nearby stores. We're goin' out to find you some clothes for tomorrow."

After a lengthy talk with an airline representative who confirmed that another passenger had indeed taken her friend's luggage by mistake and suggested that the exchange could be made at the airport as early as the next morning, the pair drove the short distance to Crossgates Mall just after sunset.

The end of Chapter 1. Please don't hesitate to let me in on your thoughts!