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: Thank you for the reviews on this one, and I wish I was good enough to write for Law and Order, so thank you for that vote of confidence sweets, it was really nice to hear someone thinks that highly of me because they have wonderful writing.

"Come on Stephanie! Pick up your damn phone!" Dave cursed into the phone as he drove to the airport. He needed her help on this before he took the flight and he had to be quick.

"Hello?"

"Stephanie, look its Dave. Listen does the name Chris Irvine mean anything to you?"

After a few moments of silence which Dave didn't particularly understand, he heard her mutter something into the phone.

"Babe repeat that, I am in my car on the way to the airport and I can't hear a thing right now."

"He is a wrestler on our RAW brand. Why do you ask?"

"The reason I ask is because he is now a wanted man by my department and I need to know where is right now."

"He is wrestling in Sacramento California for the next two days. He is taping the live show and then he is coming back to the WORLD in New York for a signing. Dave what did he do?"

"Stephanie, brace yourself for this one. He shot my partner and left him for dead and I am going to take a wild guess here and say that he was the one who attacked you as well. I need you to be safe and take care of yourself for the next little while."

"Chris wouldn't kill those people and he certainly wouldn't have done that to me. He is not a maniac!"

"Well his prints are all over a bracelet I found at the scene of my partner's murder so I'm sorry if I don't believe your shining display of how great he is and how he wouldn't do it." Dave muttered, pissed of that she would even begin to think he was jumping the gun over something of this stature.

"You want someone to be pissed off at then so be it, but you don't have to be an asshole. He wrestles as Chris Jericho, you'll find him pretty easily. Goodnight Detective."

"Wait Stephanie!" Dave yelled into the phone realizing he was already too late and she had already ended the call. He was being an asshole and he knew it, but his partner, someone he respected was now dead. He had to be an asshole if he wanted to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

"Baby we have a problem."

"What the hell is wrong now? Things were supposed to be clean and done by now." "Well then stop getting your idiot friends to do stuff for you and things might run a little smoother."

"Watch your mouth. I can blow you out of the water any damn time I want. You're easy to replace."

"But if you replace me you loose your chance, not to mention the money."

He knew it was sick but she came after him like this with idle threats, he got turned on. His body responded in ways he had never known before.

"Come out here."

"You want me to rectify this don't you?" she whispered, knowing she was adding to his heat and frustration.

"I want you."

"Then blow off the show."

"You know I can't do that."

"Then here's the deal. I need to make all of this right again. My bracelet was found at the dead cop's murder scene and it had Chris's prints all over it. So you take care of Chris before this whole thing goes up in smoke and I will smooth things over with the cop."