AUTHOR'S NOTE- This isn't a long chapter, but I'll post the other one soon.
DISCLAIMERS- Usual disclaimers apply.

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"The blood is not his Angel. It doesn't belong to The Rock."

Angel just stayed in her chair trying to think everything through. When it all slowly hit her she turned to J.C. "Wh...what? You're not just kidding with me, right?"

J.C sat on a stool in front of her. "Angel, I wouldn't lie about this. I know how much it means to you."

"But...the blood is not his? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I tried to search for any fingerprints or something that would lead us to whoever this belongs to, but nothing. I can assure you though, that is NOT Rock's blood. Did you find anymore of these? Maybe one piece will have something to lead you."

Angel took the results and the plastic bag. "I don't know, I wasn't the one that found it, but it's worth the shot. If I find something else, will you do the tests again?"

"Sure. You have the results of this one in case you want them."

Angel stood up and gave him a hug. "Thanks. This is just...it helps a lot. Thank you."

"No problem, now go get those things so you can solve all this."

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Vince's voice sounded as incredulous as how Angel had been when she had found out. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah Vince. The blood in that rag isn't Rock's."

"But...then...who does it belong to?"

Angel sat down in the couch of her apartment. "I don't know. I'm going back to see if I find anything else."

"Oh...about that. The police are not letting anybody back in there. They kind of got...angry at you because you took that piece of information."

"Vince, but I HAVE to go back in there!"

Vince sat down on his desk. "I know Angel, but they won't let you. Let me call again and see what I can do. I'll call you later."

After they hanged up Angel's phone started ringing again. "Hello?"

"Angel, when are you planning on turning in your article?"

It was her boss; not exactly the nicest man in the world. "Oh, hey Ralph. About my article..."

"Angel, I want to see you here in my office A.S.A.P.!"

She sighed. For the first time the boss sounded seriously pissed off at her. "Sure, I'm on my way."

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Ralph, the boss, paced behind Angel before sitting in a chair behind his desk. "Angel, it's been a while since you've been around here. Your articles are turned in late, you have your friends covering for you...If you keep this up I'm going to have to let you go."

"Ralph, right now I'm...well, I'm working on something big. I was on my way there right now, but I'll have everything for you in time."

"Angel, your little investigation is pointless, so just let it go and come back to where you belong."

Angel frowned. "How do you know about the investigation?"

"Oh, uh...well...who cares how I found out! You on the other hand have to choose. Your investigation or your job. You can't have both anymore because apparently you can't have both." Angel thought just for a little while and got up to leave. "Angel wait. If you walk through that door you can forget about working here. You've loved this job, so just drop that stupid search of yours. What do you say?"

As she left she just said without looking back, "Goodbye Ralph." Angel went to her car and just sat there. She DID love her job. Writing was one of the most important things in her life, but now it didn't seem as important. She had made a promise and sure as heel she was going to follow through. Too many people had given up in this investigation. Too many people had lost all hope, but she hadn't and was going to prove it. Before turning on the car her cell phone started ringing.

"Hi Angel, it's Vince."

"Oh, hey Vince. Did you talk to those cops?"

Vince sighed before answering. Right away not a good sign. "Yes, I did, but they didn't agree to let you go in. They said you'd just do the same thing as last time. Well...you can go in with some officers, but anything you find they will take it with them. You want to do that?"

Angel shook her head. "No. If they take it they'll just... I just don't want it that way."

"Well, what are you going to do then?"

As she started her car she said, "I think I have a plan already..."

"Angel, just don't do anything crazy." Angel smirked and said in an innocent tone, "I'd never do that. I'll just call you later. Thanks."

After they hanged up Angel started driving to Miami. She didn't care if she wasn't allowed to go in. She was just going to do it anyway.

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When she got to Miami, Angel decided to wait a while before going in the house. There was a car parked outside the house and it'd probably be somebody guarding it, so she decided to go to the cemetery once again. This time she didn't feel as crappy as she had last time, but still felt bad. In the tomb there were even more flowers, pictures, cards, and just about anything that the fans used to display their ongoing affection for their beloved People's Champion. Angel took away the now dying flower that she had put there and put a new one there.

"Hey Rocky. Yeah, it's this annoying girl again. I feel like I'm close to finding out who...who did this to you. Everyone still misses you a lot." She stopped and pulled a strand of hair back that was starting to lay on her face and let out a small smile. "Can you believe Vince is helping find out... I guess he wants to make it up to you huh?" Angel sighed as she then noticed it was getting kind of late. "I'll find out Rock. I will. I promised it to you and it's the only fair thing to do. I'm not giving up."

She sighed as she noticed tears starting to form behind her eyes and got up. After staying there again for just a few minutes, she left for her car to go to Rock's house and find out what she was there to find out. In the house, the car wasn't there anymore and tried to go in. It wasn't an easy task but after a while of trying was able to go in.

She knew she shouldn't be there, but she wasn't going to wait around and see how months would pass and nothing new would happen. She searched the room, the kitchen, the living room but nothing. There seemed to be something weird about the house this time she was there, and couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy being there alone. When she looked outside and saw that the sun was setting she decided to come back the next day. She couldn't just turn on the lights because it'd be like telling everyone that someone was there.

'Tomorrow I'll come back', she thought to herself. 'I'll have more time then.'

As she headed out the back door, where she had come in from, somebody hit her in the head and carried her to a car. She couldn't fight it since she was slowly drifting away. The last thing she heard was somebody talk.

"Got her. Now let's go. The boss is expecting us..."

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