Disclaimer: I do not own the wrestler's and the McMahon's in this story,
they do own themselves last I checked. I do not wish to get sued plus even
if I did, I don't have anything of value, so go ahead then make my day.
Summary: A shocking murder hits the world of wrestling, and it's up to two different cops, partners in the homicide division to find out who did it and make them pay. But will one of them lose their heart along with the investigation?
A/N: Okay now Robyn, when Lisa was close it wasn't because of Hogan so I just wanted to let you know that you are so cold on that one, it was for another reason and review she did. LOL Did you ever notice when you want to say HHH in a review it comes out but then when it's actually posted it comes out H? LOL I reviewed a friends fiction today with HHH in it and it came out totally H. LOL That had nothing to do with anything so on with the next chapter, this one might explain some things you didn't know before too if I make it long enough to cover it!
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"I have a question for you!" Stephanie yelled and laughed as she finished off another glass of wine. They had gone back to her hotel as planned and they had continued drinking. She was having the time of her life and she could tell by the way Dave had loosened up that he was too. The last time she had had a man this close, it had all been forced but being around Dave was different, it was completely natural.
"Ask away." Dave mumbled as he began kissing her up her arm slowly, taking in every inch of her and relishing every part of her.
"Can't you get in some serious trouble for being around me like this? Off hours I mean?"
"Does it really matter" Dave slurred, going back to working on her arms, coming closer to her neck.
"Of course it does! I don't want to get you in serious T-R-O-U-B-L-E." She sang again loudly, taking Dave completely off guard.
"You won't alright? This is our little secret."
"Well Detective Dave, I just think business picked up."
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He positioned the camera on the ledge, making sure it was placed right by looking in the window and capturing every heated moment. The stupid bitch wasn't supposed to go this fast. The cop was no better, with his hands all over her, like she was his. What no one knew was that she didn't belong to the cop; she didn't even belong to herself. He owned her and he was going to make sure that everyone knew it. The phone rang and he hopped into hiding on the ledge.
"What the hell do you want? I told you never to call me."
"It's done."
"What's done? What did you do?" he asked, the heavy voice getting more and more dripped with anger.
"I did the job jackass, she's dead. She asked too many questions, so I did her in. I thought you'd be happy."
"I am good work. Everyone pays now." He said as he hung up the phone and smiled sadistically into the black sky.
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As Dave wrapped his arms around Stephanie's body, letting his lips roam down her ears to her neck, he felt his leg start to vibrate. After a few minutes of ignoring it, he pulled his beeper off his leg and looked at the number realizing it was Bret.
"Can I use your phone?" he whispered huskily, not trusting his voice for much of anything after being around her the way he was.
"You know you can."
Dialing his partner's cell phone, Bret picked up on the first ring.
"Lover boy, get your ass down here. We got another dead body in the wrestling serial murders."
Even as Bret said the words, Dave could almost picture who it was.
"Who is it partner?"
"The chick you went to see at the arena a few days ago, Rena Mero. She's on her way to the morgue now, because I signed off on it, but buddy this crime scene is a mess."
"What do you mean?"
"Just get your ass down here now, and say hello to your girlfriend Stephanie for me would ya?"
Placing the phone down on its receiver Dave glanced up at Stephanie who seemed frozen in place on the bed.
"Duty calls right? Life never seems to work for you does it?" she asked lightly trying not to focus on the fact that their night had been ruined.
"No I guess it doesn't, there has been another murder."
"Related to this investigation?"
"Yeah and you might want to call your dad."
"Is he a suspect?"
"At this point, you are all suspects. I can't say anything else right now. Thank you for a good time tonight and I will call you."
"Don't worry about it, I fly out tomorrow anyway. Maybe it's best if the McMahon's left New York once and for all."
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A/N: so there you have it, another murder and more fun to come!!!! Keep those predictions coming, because I know I added a little more to the sickness of the killers in this chapter and we can keep playing the new fun game of hot and cold! LOL
Summary: A shocking murder hits the world of wrestling, and it's up to two different cops, partners in the homicide division to find out who did it and make them pay. But will one of them lose their heart along with the investigation?
A/N: Okay now Robyn, when Lisa was close it wasn't because of Hogan so I just wanted to let you know that you are so cold on that one, it was for another reason and review she did. LOL Did you ever notice when you want to say HHH in a review it comes out but then when it's actually posted it comes out H? LOL I reviewed a friends fiction today with HHH in it and it came out totally H. LOL That had nothing to do with anything so on with the next chapter, this one might explain some things you didn't know before too if I make it long enough to cover it!
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"I have a question for you!" Stephanie yelled and laughed as she finished off another glass of wine. They had gone back to her hotel as planned and they had continued drinking. She was having the time of her life and she could tell by the way Dave had loosened up that he was too. The last time she had had a man this close, it had all been forced but being around Dave was different, it was completely natural.
"Ask away." Dave mumbled as he began kissing her up her arm slowly, taking in every inch of her and relishing every part of her.
"Can't you get in some serious trouble for being around me like this? Off hours I mean?"
"Does it really matter" Dave slurred, going back to working on her arms, coming closer to her neck.
"Of course it does! I don't want to get you in serious T-R-O-U-B-L-E." She sang again loudly, taking Dave completely off guard.
"You won't alright? This is our little secret."
"Well Detective Dave, I just think business picked up."
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He positioned the camera on the ledge, making sure it was placed right by looking in the window and capturing every heated moment. The stupid bitch wasn't supposed to go this fast. The cop was no better, with his hands all over her, like she was his. What no one knew was that she didn't belong to the cop; she didn't even belong to herself. He owned her and he was going to make sure that everyone knew it. The phone rang and he hopped into hiding on the ledge.
"What the hell do you want? I told you never to call me."
"It's done."
"What's done? What did you do?" he asked, the heavy voice getting more and more dripped with anger.
"I did the job jackass, she's dead. She asked too many questions, so I did her in. I thought you'd be happy."
"I am good work. Everyone pays now." He said as he hung up the phone and smiled sadistically into the black sky.
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As Dave wrapped his arms around Stephanie's body, letting his lips roam down her ears to her neck, he felt his leg start to vibrate. After a few minutes of ignoring it, he pulled his beeper off his leg and looked at the number realizing it was Bret.
"Can I use your phone?" he whispered huskily, not trusting his voice for much of anything after being around her the way he was.
"You know you can."
Dialing his partner's cell phone, Bret picked up on the first ring.
"Lover boy, get your ass down here. We got another dead body in the wrestling serial murders."
Even as Bret said the words, Dave could almost picture who it was.
"Who is it partner?"
"The chick you went to see at the arena a few days ago, Rena Mero. She's on her way to the morgue now, because I signed off on it, but buddy this crime scene is a mess."
"What do you mean?"
"Just get your ass down here now, and say hello to your girlfriend Stephanie for me would ya?"
Placing the phone down on its receiver Dave glanced up at Stephanie who seemed frozen in place on the bed.
"Duty calls right? Life never seems to work for you does it?" she asked lightly trying not to focus on the fact that their night had been ruined.
"No I guess it doesn't, there has been another murder."
"Related to this investigation?"
"Yeah and you might want to call your dad."
"Is he a suspect?"
"At this point, you are all suspects. I can't say anything else right now. Thank you for a good time tonight and I will call you."
"Don't worry about it, I fly out tomorrow anyway. Maybe it's best if the McMahon's left New York once and for all."
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A/N: so there you have it, another murder and more fun to come!!!! Keep those predictions coming, because I know I added a little more to the sickness of the killers in this chapter and we can keep playing the new fun game of hot and cold! LOL