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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 any support on that last chapter, and for letting me know what you thought of it. This chapter should answer more questions on the suspects, at least I hope it does.

Kimberley got out of the limo, let the driver know when to come back for her, giving him enough time to run away and get a coffee if he wanted too. Getting in a limo that was paid for by the WWE and then heading to the competition in the NWA made her feel eerie, and if it did turn out to be Jeff Jarrett who was behind it all, then she was in for an awful amount of torture.

She knew she should be going and talking to Jeff over in Carolina, but she really didn't believe he could be behind all of this and wanted to leave him until last when she would have some time to go over whatever she planned to say. The last thing she wanted to do was lose a friend over a false accusation. She had already been through that not ten years ago, and it wasn't something she was looking forward to reliving anytime soon.

As she stepped inside where the NWA-TNA workers planned out their weekly pay per views, and worked on their slogan, non stop action, she realized this place was a lot more dark and dank then anything she had ever seen over in the WWE, before Vince or after. It was obvious they still weren't ready to take on Vince and the army of awesome talent that he sheltered and primed.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw someone she recognized from going to Indy shows when she was in her early twenties. He was known as the Phenomenal AJ Styles, and she realized if she wanted to find Jarrett, then who better to ask then this prime meat.

"Excuse me Mr. Styles, could you help me with something?" she said lightly, not wanting to totally interrupt whatever was going on in front of her eyes.

"I don't deal with fans until after the show. So if you don't mind I am kind of in the middle of something here." he stated, turning to her, not realizing who he might be talking too, and then seeing her eyes staring back at him, as cold as ice at being called a fan, tried to make up for it.

"I am looking for Jeff Jarrett, maybe you can just use your pointy little hands and let me be on my way."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize who you were. That is, I don't know who you are, but if you are looking for Jeff you must be talent or something. He is down the hall, working with Hardy."

She caught the name immediately and her blood went cold. She knew she had no reason to be alarmed, but the minute she heard anyone with a Hardy name she tended to be concerned.

"Did you say Hardy?"

"Yeah, Jeff Hardy, apparently we stole him from the WWE or something in some late night power play deal and Jeff is out there working with the other Jeff."

So her blood had a right to run cold. She had to admit this didn't look good as far as ruling people out went, and the last thing she needed was something like this. She did not want to have to go back to Matt and let him know that his brother was a cold hearted killer. She also didn't want to be next on the list if she was out here on her own.

"Thank you Mr. Styles, sorry to interrupt." she stated, making her way in the direction that AJ had pointed her in. She wasn't ready for something like this but if she didn't chin up soon then she was afraid there would be another murder before the end of the working day.

She stood on the outside of the door and just listened as she heard that soft Carolina accent blow through the walls inside. She didn't want to just run in and start throwing accusations around, so she decided to just wait them out and have a listen.

"How did you manage to get all of this past Vince? Doesn't he have radar where his talent is concerned Hardy?"

"I let him know I wasn't happy. I told him he could sue, but that I wanted out. It was not my fault the old idiot didn't listen. He is letting his company go to shit and I for one do not want to be around to see it."

"What about the murders? Is there any way they can reach us over here at NWA? I am just starting to make a crack in the mould of the business here, the last thing I need is a dead champion."

"No, I can assure you, that will all be dealt with on the WWE side of things. I am clean, I am out and I am ready to make a mark in the NWA." Jeff stated coldly, but even through the door Kimberley could feel the stretch of a smile on his lips. Something was really wrong around here.

Not wanting to waste another moment, she knew it was now or never. She had gotten enough at that moment to make her skin crawl and she had to get to the bottom of it. If Jeff would talk to anyone, it would be her.

"Excuse me gentleman, I don't mean to interrupt but I think you need to tell me what the hell is going on here."

Matt walked into the office and sat in the chair across from Jim. He had been waiting for three days to know what the hell was going on with Kimberley and since he couldn't get a hold of her, or her brother, he figured the best person to talk to would be her uncle. He had to know more then he was letting on.

"Jim have you talked to her? Is she any closer to an end to all of the pain?"

"You mean you haven't talked to her?"

"No, and that is unlike her, she is supposed to be here for me, and instead all I get is this new and really odd looking guy following me around like a shadow. Why did she pull herself off my protection?"

"She needed to focus on what was going on in the WWE. She promised Vince an end to all of it and that was the only way to do it. I am sorry she didn't make you aware. I am sure it was a shock to have her up and gone with no word."

"Well what can you tell me Jim, I mean is she alright? Does she know who did this?"

"She is fine. She ruled out Mark. It seems the reason he gave worked out and that he was way to busy with all of the shit with JBL to worry about killing people. Not to mention he didn't have a thing with you. It had been a long time since the two of you fought."

"So it wasn't Mark, but other then that we still have Jeff Hardy, Jeff Jarrett, Bret Hart, and Joanie Laurer."

"Yes we do, but believe me, I talked to her before she got to the NWA offices, she was fine and in no harm. Not to mention that we have her brother tailing her."

"One cop is supposed to stop all of this if something happens to her? Come on Jim, there should be more then just her doing this. Did you forget that the killer has wanted her too?"

"No I have not forgotten and you know what Matt, I resent that you think I wouldn't be worried about my own family. Now if you don't mind. She is fine, end of story. If you want to talk to her so bad then I suggest you try a little harder. Now if you don't mind I have things I need to attend too."

Matt stood from the chair and nodding, left the cramped little office. There was something more going on here, and he didn't think he was worried about himself anymore, he was worried about Kimberley. Jim knew something more then he let on and as Matt got ready to go watch the matches, he realized that her uncle might even be a cold blooded murderer.