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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: I am sure by now I have given it away but I kind of liked pulling you along for twenty one chapters wondering. This chapter will answer some questions and give you a little insight but it is not the end. That my friends will come a few chapters from now.

She woke up, the musty smell flowing through her nostrils until she opened her eyes and got a look at where she was placed.

The place was musty and from the looks of it in the darkness it was more then a few decades old. It seemed to Kimberley that it was somewhere that was great when you wanted to dispose of the body. At the thought that she was the body she immediately tensed up and began trying to break free of the constraints.

"It's no use Princess, you wont be able to break them. We got them solid."

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you actually think that if you kill me then you wont get caught?"

"As a matter of fact I know the bounty on a head like yours little girl, and let me assure you that I know what I am doing."

Kimberley snorted to let her attacker know that he obviously didn't. For the amount of time she spent watching people, taking care of people, and protecting people she knew that he had no idea the trouble he had just caused himself. She had to admit that even though she knew that she didn't feel sympathetic.

"I don't think you know what you've done here. You took me from a hotel room that was heavily watched by a lot of police officers and other people as well. Everyone will remember just what you did and then what happens when they come here and find you?"

He laughed, this time without a voice box and Kimberley could help but shudder. Of all the people she had assumed would want to do this, he was at the last of her list. This was someone she loved, and someone she would have done anything to protect. Obviously he didn't feel the same.

"They wont find this place. It isn't in my name, and even if they did, you know who they would arrest my sweet Kimberley? It most assuredly wouldn't be me, it would be your friend and mine, Vincent Kennedy McMahon."

This was the place Vince had bought and hoped to turn into another training facility. In the months she had been with the company, she had heard many discussions about this place. He was right, no one would find him or her there, and if they did, it would be dead and Vince would be the one that paid for the crime.

"What the hell is the point of all of this? What did I do in my life that made you turn out like this? Turn out to hate me so much?"

"You got involved in my plan is what you did. It makes me wish I had never even brought you into the WWE."

"Did you call your uncle Jim? Maybe he should know about all of this happening. I know he wouldn't be able to help search wise, but maybe he knows something we don't." Matt said as Travis drove along the city streets. They had no idea where they were headed but they knew that had to find her, and fast before she ended up dead.

"Matt, that sounds like a good idea, but you said to me that you thought that this person was close to her, or at least wanted to hurt anyone that was close to her in some way. If I call Jim, there is a good shot that he will be the next one dead. Do you really want to tell Kimmy about that the next time we see her?"

"That's assuming we even see her again."

Travis at that comment had heard enough, and instead of driving, pulled over to the side of the road. Shutting off the engine he turned to face Matt, his face ashen and angry.

"Do you think with that kind of outlook that we are going to even attempt to find her? What the hell are you thinking saying something like that. This was the girl that only an hour ago you told me you loved more then your own life. Why the hell would you think its okay to say that now?"

Matt knew he had crossed a line and the only thing he could say in his defence was something he didn't like saying normally. He felt he was too strong to admit it.

"I'm sorry man. You're right, I do love her more then I love anything else in this world and I know we will find her alive, but its getting later and darker and harder to hold out hope man. I just don't have a clue as to who would be so sick that he would take her."

"Well Matt, that's why you're a wrestler and I am the police officer because I know who took her, and I cannot believe it took me this long to find out who it was."

Matt sat anxiously waiting for Travis to admit to him who the person who took Kimberley was, but when he didn't and they ended up back on the road, he was starting to lose it.

"Who Travis? Who was the son of a bitch who took my girlfriend and killed the other people? Who could be that sick and twisted?"

As he opened his mouth to tell him, the pulled into the darkened lot and he thought better of it. This was the last hope to find his sister, and he needed Matt to see for himself just how sick this asshole was.

"Why?"

"Why what Angel? Why do I wish I had never brought you here? Or why am I doing all of this to you and those you love."

"Well damn it, both. I just want to know what the hell possessed you to do this to me!"

She heard the scuffling outside and realized he probably had more goons out there making sure no one could get to them. She had hoped that Matt would be the one to find her, and save her, but if he did indeed have people on the outside making sure no one got in, then Matt could be as good as dead right now. A thought she didn't want to deal with.

The sound got louder, and with nothing covering her face she turned away from the crimson mask of the man that kidnapped her, and she let out a scream, causing the glass to begin to crease and almost crack. If there was someone out there, she had to make sure they knew she was almost close to death in here.

With one hand, he threw a slap across her face as the two saviours walked into the room. With the slap she slumped back into the chair, but not before seeing the thing she had been praying to see since he had taken her to this dump. Matt was there, and he was going to make sure this was the end of the line for him. For the killer was not only someone she knew, someone she loved, her killer was

Her Uncle, Jim Ross.