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Summary: Kimberley has a dream job, but there is only one downfall. The man she happens to be secretly in love with is also the man she is in charge of protecting. What is a young tough girl supposed to do?

A/N: Thank you for all the support again on this story and I am glad I have you all turning your wheels wondering who is doing all of this. Let me tell you this, you will be shocked and amazed. I am keeping this hidden pretty much until the end.

As they stood in the cold, attending the second female wrestling stars funeral, Kimberley couldn't get it out of her head that the explosion was meant for her and not for Trish, who had only asked to borrow the car for a few hours to do some much needed shopping before the flight out the next day. Armed now with the list Vince had given her and with the feeling she had of complete and utter despair at not being able to help her fallen friend, she had to find this killer more then ever.

"What are you thinking about Kimmie?" Matt asked, calling her by the nickname he so often used when he was trying to get a rise out of her. This time though she figured all he wanted was answers and maybe a small smile, which she would willingly give.

"That bomb was meant for me. If she hadn't asked to use my damn car I would be dead right now. The whole thing makes me sick and I am thinking that I better hold off on finding him and let the real cops do their jobs."

"But you aren't going to handle it that way are you?"

As if reading her mind she smiled at him. He knew her better then she sometimes knew herself it seemed. Which was making her mind worry about other things as well. If she was next on the hit list then that meant that any involvement with Matt meant that he was next as well.

"Don't worry about me Kimberley. I can handle whatever it is they want to do to me. Don't pull away from me now, not after what happened that night at dinner."

"I'm trying not too Matt but the simple fact is that someone wants me dead now. I nosed around too much and now they want to kill me for it. I want to find out who did this, and then when I do I want to pick up whatever this is where it left off."

"Which means what for the time being?"

"That whatever happens next, I do it alone."

"You can't be serious Kimberley! Do you realize at all that you are next and that you need someone to watch your back?"

"And I will. I am calling in Travis. He is the best damn cop I know, and he happens to be my brother. He can watch what is left of my ass for me while I hunt down this sicko."

Matt processed what she was telling him. He had met and hung out with Travis on previous occasions when he went home with her, and he also knew that what she was saying was correct. If anyone could take care of her it was her brother. But the thought of loving this woman and not being the one able to give her what she needed made him want to be sick.

"How do you feel about Jeff Kimberley, and I want you to tell me truth."

"He's my best friend."

"But what if he wants more from you? Where does he stand and then at the end where do I stand?"

"I love you. As hard as it is to believe and as much as I fought the feeling of it in the beginning, I know for sure that I love you. My need to protect you is what got me to where I am today. Standing in front of another friends grave. Jeff is and always will be my best friend. Nothing more, no matter what he wants."

"Who is on your list of people from Vince?"

"Your brother, Undertaker, Jeff Jarrett and Sean Waltman why?"

"How far do you think my brother would go to make sure you stayed with him?"

"I am upset Randy." The voice said, loudly through the voice box as they both stood in the darkened hotel room. There was no way Randy knew who he was dealing with, he made sure of that. All Randy could see was height and the voice.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that she would give the car to the stupid blonde?"

"You didn't, but you should have made sure she would be the one getting into the car."

"Well I didn't, Trish is dead and that bitch is still walking around, ready to blow you out of the water."

"Which is why I have to do this."

"Do what boss?"

"Goodnight Randy."

One single gunshot rang through the hotel room, but in the dead of night, no one heard it, and those that did, didn't give a shit. It was always happening in this seedy area. As he looked down at Randy, lying dead in a pool of blood, instead of feeling the slightest bit bad, he just laughed. Taking off the mask, he threw it to the ground beside the fallen man and walked out of the hotel room, into the darkened night.

"It wasn't Jeff. He was with me when Amy got it, and he was the target that night in the hotel room."

'What happens if he wasn't Kimberley? You have to think of everything here if you want to find this guy."

"Are you really sitting there trying to make me think Jeff did it?"

"No, but I know you, and if you want to solve this before another person ends up dead then you are going to have to think of everything. I don't think he did it either by the way. Just make sure you close all your doors before going after these people."

"Take me back to the hotel Matt. I need to rest before I call Travis in on all of this."

"I can do that. Kimberley, for the record, no matter what you may or may not believe, I love you too. When this is over I plan to show you."