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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: Okay so after some time and thinking of where I wanted this story to go from here, I decided I am cutting Joanie off the list, she didn't work out the way I wanted too. So none the less, I threw in the idea of Jim being bad in the last chapter to get rid of her, as well as Hardy, Jarrett, Calloway. I think that is where I am going to leave it because I can do a lot of work on the next couple of chapters without anyone else thrown in. Is it one of the people I mentioned above, or is it someone else. Someone that Kimberley doesn't even know? Stay tuned I guess as it all unfolds.

"Jesus Kimberley, what are you doing here?" Jeff asked, his face turning a slow crimson as he obviously felt embarrassed that she had heard any of it.

"I am trying to find a killer. The better question and the one that you haven't even bothered answering is just what the hell is going on right here? What did I walk in on? And better yet, Jeff you work for the WWE what the hell are you doing in the NWA?"

She knew she had asked a lot of questions but all she could think about at that moment was getting the answers she needed so she could get back to finding a killer. She didn't want to believe it, but what she walked in on made Jeff look like more then an innocent victim.

"Well, aren't the two of you going to tell me anything?"

"Babe, it's just business."

"So Jeff, since when do you do business with a suspect in two murders? Or better yet, since when do you do business with the NWA?"

Seeing an opportunity to enter the conversation, Jeff Jarrett took it. He had never been a man to stay silent on something as good as getting Hardy over to NWA, and even if this young woman thought he was a killer, he wasn't going to stay silent now. Let her think what she wanted from anything that happened now.

"Excuse me, but he is business with me and the NWA because Vince didn't want to use him anymore. He stopped caring about one of his talent, and well obviously his loss is my gain. There is nothing behind this meeting other then business."

"I heard you talking about the murders and worrying about them hitting the NWA? Do you know something I don't know about who really did them?"

Jeff listened as Jarrett and Kimberley starting going toe to toe. He had to admit that Kimberley was really pissed off about seeing the two of them together, and she hadn't bothered asking why. All he knew was that she thought that Jarrett was behind it all. The more he thought about it, the more he realized she had every right to think that it was bad.

"He didn't kill Trish and Amy okay? The only thing the two of us have in common is business. I know from Matt that you think I also had something to do with what happened over there, but I didn't either. Amy was killed in front of my eyes as well as yours. Not to mention she was one of my best friends before you. I dated Trish, so what would my motivation be to kill her?"

"I didn't say you did anything Jeff, I never thought you did so you can leave the defensive pissed off act to me alright? Matt was the one that told me to look into you before it was too late. The thing is, I came here for Jarrett and I find it mighty odd that I find you sitting here as well."

"Neither one of us cared enough to make this up alright? I want to join the NWA, and the contract has already been signed. I am with NWA for one year, and I feel a lot better about it then when I worked with Vince. "

It seemed all valid and Kimberley had to admit that Jeff hadn't been happy for a very long time where WWE was concerned. It all made sense on paper, but if neither of them had done these horrible act then who the hell was she looking for? All she knew at that moment was that she wanted to get the hell out of there and back to Matt. She had taken a lot of interviews, and so far, she was hitting a brick wall.

"Okay Okay, I believe the two of you. I don't care what the hell you were doing in here before I got here. Just know that I will be back if there is anything else I need to know. Jeff, I know you don't want to hear this right now, but with the WWE you had a safety net, here you don't, so be careful. I will be sure to tell Matt what happened here. He needs to know before anyone else."

As she made her way to the door, opening and exiting the room, Jeff called out to her, without an answer. The last thing he wanted to know was that she was going home to his brother, and even worse, she was going with the news of the jump.

"When will you be home? I need to know that you are alright!" Matt said into the phone, tired and more then a little worried about Kimberley. It wasn't often that you find the person you love more then life, and then you have to worry every minute that she might be taken from you. He needed to see her, and make sure that she really was alright.

"Well actually, I won't be home for a long time. I need to finish up with talking to people and figuring out who is more guilty. But I don't want you to worry because Travis is like a shadow lately. I did order something for you though, and you should be getting it any minute."

Now he had her interest. What could she possibly be sending to him that would mean half as much as having her with him. He questioned it silently as the knock hit the door, and asking her to wait, ran to find out just what she could have done. As he opened the door, he fell back in shock.

Standing in the arch of the front door was Kimberley, in the silkiest, skimpiest and blackest lingerie he had ever seen in his life. Amy had dressed up for him sometimes, but it never quite had the same feeling as it did now. Not wanting to waste another moment, he got back to his feet and wrapped his arms around her tightly, using his feet to slam the door shut. There was no way he wanted to be interrupted now. He had a lot he had to do.

Little did he know, he wasn't the only one over excited to see Kimberley.

"She is there with HIM." The voice spat out, almost shaking the very thread of the room where there were both standing. He sounded angrier then ever, and he had to admit he was a little scared that if it didn't go as planned then he would be the next one dead. That was the last thing he wanted.

"So what do you want me to do sir?"

"Well for starters, take the silencer I gave you and go over there and make it count. If she thinks that she can roam around this place in small lingerie and not prepare to die then she had another thing coming. I want her dead by tomorrow morning. You got me?"

"Yes sir. I will get right on it."

"Good. Oh and Ric, if you don't do it the way I tell you to, or if you mess up and hit Hardy or hit something that makes them get out of dodge, you and me are going to have a meeting, and it will be a life or dead one."

Using that as his last word he watched Ric walk from the room, silencer in hand. Obviously prepared to go next door and kill his pain in the ass cop wannabe Kimberley. Once she was finished it would only be a matter of time before everyone fell at his feet. In terror.