A/N: Holy crap! My muses came back for this fic, I'm seriously shocked. Oh well, I know it's been a very long time since I updated this, but still I hope you enjoy the story. :)

Part 3

Monday afternoon

The three members of Team Extreme snuck into the Compaq Center in San Jose, CA. They were snooping around trying to find the perfect spot to lock Jericho and Stephanie in. The side of the arena that they had entered was deserted, and they had learned from a reliable source that none of the wrestlers would have their dressing rooms over on this side. So it was the perfect place to execute their plan. They walked over to a small, but spacious room in the deserted hallway.

"This room looks pretty good, there are no windows anywhere and not much that can be broken." Said Lita.

"Yeah, I think it'll work, but how are we supposed to get them in here?" asked Matt.

"Yeah, I don't know if they'd just be willing to come with us to a deserted part of the arena with-"said Jeff.

"Well, we could always tell them there's a meeting that they need to go to. That could work." Lita answered.

"But what if they find out that no one is supposed to be on this side of the backstage area?" Matt asked.

"Maybe we should let someone else in on the plan, and they could pretend that their locker room is over on this side, and that way we can tell them that whoever needs to talk to them," Lita answered.

"Yeah, but who can we get?" Jeff inquired, looking at the other two.

The three of them thought about it for a second. Lita's eyes lit up, and she looked to Jeff. Jeff felt Lita's eyes on him, and he looked up at her. She raised an eyebrow, and immediately Jeff knew exactly whom she was talking about. Matt looked at the two of them, and felt left out that he didn't know whom they were talking about.

"Well, are you going to let me in on this little secret?"

"Trish," Jeff and Lita said at the same time.

~Catering~

The three Team Extreme members walked into catered area, and scanned the room. They noticed Trish standing by soda table, and they quickly walked over to her, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves.

"Hey Trish," Lita said. Trish turned around and smiled at the threesome. She walked over to Jeff and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey you guys, what's up?"

"Well, we have this little plan we're working on, and we'd like your help," Lita explained.

"What kind of plan?" Trish asked them, suddenly intrigued.

"A plan to get two people togteher," Jeff told her, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"And just which two people are we talking about?"

"Chris Jericho and Stephanie McMahon."

"What? You're trying to get THEM together? You'd have an easier time trying to get the APA to give up beer."

"Come on Trish, we know they really do like each other, they just need a little bit of prodding," Lita said pleadingly.

"And what exactly is this plan?"

"We're gonna lock them in a room together," Jeff said proudly. Trish let out an very un-lady like guffaw.

"That's your plan, and you expect that to work?" She looked to Matt, who had remained silent, "And what do you think about all of this?"

"I think they're pretty much crazy, but I'll get killed if I don't go along with it."

"Hmm, I see."

"Please Trish, please, please help us," Jeff said, giving her his best pout. Trish laughed and pushed him away.

"How can I resist that face, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, we need to get them to the empty side of the backstage and get them in the same room, that's where you come in," Lita explained to her, "Just tell Stephanie that you need to speak to her in private about something, anything."

"And Chris?"

"Tell him you need help lifting your luggage, and you can't find Jeff. Then when they get in there, we lock the door on them. So you in?"

"Sure, let's get going."