Author's Notes – I couldn't wait to get this up. As soon as I wrote that last chapter, I went strait on to this one and I've got to say I'm happy with it and I hope you like it as well!

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Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.


Betrayal

Later that night Jay and Adam were alone in Jay's hotel room getting ready to form a plan to find out who Trish's soon to be murderer was. Both Trish and Amy were off scouring their books of the WWE roster to find out who this secret admirer was giving the two men time to talk.

"So where do we start?" Jay asked as he sat down at the desk, "It's not like I've ever tried to catch a murderer before."

"Well, I guess we have to pinpoint the where and when this happened, or is going to happen, you know what I mean," Adam sighed. "You're the only one who knows what happened so what do you know?"

"She was shot at 11:30 on June 8th in the parking lot of the Hilton in Cleveland. She was standing right next to her car when it happened. The police said there was no sign of a struggle and the shooter didn't try to take her car or purse after they shot so they ruled out a possible mugging and said it was a homicide." Jay took a deep breath before continuing. "As of the day of her funeral the police had no leads and they couldn't find the gun."

"So that puts us right back at square one."

"Sure does," Jay nodded, "but they did say that if it was a homicide then the shooter must have been waiting for her. Almost like they knew she'd be there."

"That means it could be someone who knows her. But that still doesn't narrow down the list." Adam pulled a hand through his hair in frustration as he continued. "But who knows Trish that would want to kill her?"


The Next Day

"Hey Torrie," Randy called running to catch up with the blonde woman.

"Hey Randy," she smiled, "what can I do for you?"

"Help me."

"With what?"

"A little payback for Trish Stratus." With the mention of the smaller blonde's name Torrie's eyes lit up as the two went somewhere a little more private to talk.


Later that day

Trish smiled as she piled some food on her plate in the catering area. Her secret admirer had done it again. Today, he surprised her with an amazing breakfast sent up to her room complete with flowers, pancakes, fresh fruit, Canadian bacon, Canadian maple syrup, and a steaming pot of coffee. It really was a wonderful way to start a day off.

She grabbed a soda and sat down trying to ignore the fact that Torrie Wilson and Randy Orton had just walked in together. Trish thanked her lucky stars when they seemingly didn't notice her and was about to enjoy her meal when something they said caught her attention.

"Shut up! You do not know who her secret admirer is!" Torrie squealed.

"Yes I do, I heard him talking about it just yesterday," Randy said taking a bite of a carrot.

"Well don't keep a girl in suspense," Torrie said stealthily checking to make sure Trish was listening, "who is he?"

"You're never going to believe this but it's Jason Reso."

"No way!"

"Yes way. I overheard Jason and Adam talking about it. Seems with all of the man problems Trish has been having, not to mention the other issues she's had, Jay took pity on her and decided to do this whole secret admirer thing hoping that it would take her mind off her pathetic little life for a while." Randy explained with a cocky smile on his face. He even had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as the ever distraught Trish got up from her chair and ran out of the room with tears in her eyes.

Trish ran down the hall not caring about who saw her tears as she made her way to a certain locker room. When she reached the door, she didn't even bother to knock but instead stormed inside and immediately started screaming at the man inside.

"How could you?" she accused, "How could you let me sit there and act like a grinning giggling fool when none of it was real!"

"Trish, what's wrong? What are you talking about?" Jay asked approaching the obviously emotional woman and attempting to put a calming hand on her shoulder before it was quickly slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed taking a step away from him. "You felt sorry for me? You took pity on me? Didn't think I could get a man, wanted to take my mind off my pathetic little life, how could you! I thought you were my friend but I guess I was wrong, that must just be your pity too."

"Trish I don't know what you're..."

"The bear, the flowers, the candles, everything was some big joke to you!" She yelled as a look of realization finally crossed Jay's face.

"No Trish, it was nothing like that. You've got to understand, you've got to listen to me!"

"You know, what Randy did to me was bad, and Jeff...that hurt so much, but this...This is worse." Trish said in a shaky voice. "I trusted you. I thought you were my friend, my best friend, and all along you've just been taking pity on me and I will never forgive you for hurting me like this." Trish then turned to leave but was stopped when Jay called out to her.

"If I ever was your friend, your best friend, don't you think I deserve a chance to tell you the truth?" Jay looked at her with pleading eyes hoping for the best.

"Give me one reason I should listen to anything you say," she said coldly as she turned around.

"Because I love you."