A mysterious women was sitting at the furthest table from the entrance at Hard Rock café. She had dark, big, sun glasses on with a black hat and a navy blue suit on. She wore pearls for accessories. The woman looked like the president's wife trying to be unnoticed. You call that unnoticeable? She was tapping her foot against the stem of the table, hiding behind the restaurant's menu.

Then another blond walked through the doors. A gold, spaghetti-strap tank top and white jeans went well with the rest of her features. As she walked through the entrance many eyes gazed at her. Her style was unbelievably beautiful. Her make-up made her green eyes so tempting. Her hair was that of gold silk. Her walk graced the tiles beneath her feet. The attractive woman walked straight to the table at which the other was sitting.

"Are you Torrie Wilson?"the disguised woman whispered. Torrie looked around before she sat down.

"Yes. Who are you?"Torrie asked. "And why are we whispering?" The lady put down the menu.

"I know how you private detectives do it. Keeping everything on a low." This woman had a very good vibe from Torrie. Yes. A female PI that has style and can kick guys asses. She was happy when Eddie told her that there would be a female PI, but least did she expect it to be one such as Torrie. She's seen the Charlie's Angels movie. Torrie, to her, was a female version of James Bond.

"Sure..."Torrie said, uncertain of what she was talking about. Luckily, she picked up a copy of So You Want To Be A PI. "But what is your name?"

"You don't need to know that. You can call me Mrs. M,"she said. Then she stopped and stared at Torrie's face. "Is that make-up you're wearing McMahon's or Revlon?" Torrie really didn't know what this had to do with anything.

"The eye make-up is Revlon and the lips are McMahon's...why?"

"Just asking. What's the difference?"

"McMahon's mascara is way thinner than Revlon. And the eye shades are way too brown and black. There's no color. But the gloss is 100 glossy and shinny,"Torrie explained.

"Ok. Now that we got that out of the way, this is your suspect." Mrs. M took out a photo from her purse and set it in front of Torrie. "His name is John Felix Anthony Cena." Torrie continued to stare and study the picture. The man had piercing blue eyes, and an unbelievably attractive smile. He was the most handsome man Torrie had set her eyes on. "He's 6'2, about 240 pounds, and he owns a company that does government business." His brownish-gold hair was short and naturally smooth. Why would she want a man like him investigated?

"Now what's the reason he's a suspect?"Torrie asked without thinking.

"That's none of your concern. I need you to find out everything about him,"Mrs. M instructed before getting up and leaving. "And don't call me, I'll call you...Jane."

"My name is Torrie."

"I know. But Jane suits you. Jane Bond, I like that. Can I call you Jane?"Mrs. M turned around and walked before Torrie could say no. Torrie looked back at the picture and folded it. She snugged it in her pocket. John Cena, that's a name that sounds as innocent as he looks.

At the golf course right next to the mayor's house there was a tournament. Mayor John Bradshaw and Senator Orlando Jordan were teamed up to face the team of John Cena and Governor Dave Batista. It was the eighth hole and Bradshaw was already four strokes up than Cena. In the corner of his left eye, he saw a woman dressed in black jeans and a white long-sleeved blouse. She had huge sunglasses and a sunhat. John watched the old western movies and he knew how it went down. Black hat was that you were a bad guy, and white meant that you were a good guy. But tan? That just signified one thing...

It was time for the senator to swing.

"Watch this Cena. This is how a real man plays golf,"he said as he set his ball. He struck so hard and with so much power. His ball went so high as it was headed for the mayor. Senator Jordan began to panic.

"Fore!"John shouted, but Bradshaw obviously couldn't hear. He started running until about halfway when the mysterious women jumped Bradshaw from behind and made him duck. The ball just barely missed them. When the coast was clear for the two to get up they did. John saw that the hat was off and the glasses fell. There struck just about the prettiest sight in all of New York. She started shaking hands with Bradshaw, seeing that he couldn't stop thanking her enough.

"Who tried to kill me?"Bradshaw shot up the hill.

"I'm sorry to report that John Cena did,"Jordan replied innocently. John shot him a shock look.

"You shot that you retarded ass!"

"I always knew that you wanted to get rid of me, Cena,"Bradshaw claimed.

Torrie saw that John was staring right at her. She had to get away. She started running down the hill. That was enough exposure for one day. John ran after her and about midway, Luther Reigns stopped him.

"Let me tell you now Cena. Do anything to hurt the mayor again I'll break your neck,"Reigns said.

"Sorry. It was an accident, really it was. And if you'll excuse me I have got to be somewhere right now,"John explained as he rushed passed Reigns. He made his way to the parking lot and saw the lady driving off in her blue mustang. John stopped chasing the car after a while. "Crap."

Torrie was in a disguised car a block down from John's house, she couldn't have used her own car since he had already seen it. It's been one full week of investigation and nothing yet. She didn't even know what she was looking for. She had on her black glasses and binoculars. Her head was half way down from the window. Finally, John got out of his house, which was a night-blue colored(what seemed like) mansion, wearing a Boston Celtics jersey and loose pair of jeans; his hat was twisted all the way around. He got into his Infinti G35 and drove north. Torrie waited 10 seconds before she headed after him. Her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jane? Hello, it's Ms. M. So what have you found out so far?" Torrie was annoyed.

"Why do you call me Jane?"

"We agreed that I could."

"No, you agreed that you could! I'm actually following him right now. So maybe you can call later,"Torrie suggested.

"Oh, really? You're following him right now? How exciting! Ok bye!"Just as she put away her phone, it rang again. It was Eddie.

"Hey, mamacita,"he greeted.

"Hey Ed, how may I assist you?"she said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Nothing, just wanted to see what you were doing."

"I'm actually doing the job you assigned me...so I'll talk to you later, BYE!"

"Wait-" Torrie turned off her phone before anyone else called. She took off her oversized glasses and tried to keep up with John. When he made a right turn he stopped in front a huge white building, almost similar to the Mayor's house. She made sure to stop no closer than 10 feet to his car. Torrie saw that John got out of his car and to her. Torrie tried to hide somewhere in the car but it was too late. John had longed knocked on her window. She slowly rolled down her window.

"Excuse me, miss. But why are you following me?"he asked her. There was a dead expression on Torrie's face.

"Following you? What makes you say that I was following you?"

"I saw you four times in the past week. You're not a very good stalker,"he joked.

"Four times? You have not seen me four times!"Torrie exclaimed.

"Yes I did. I saw you once at the golf tournament. Then again at The Rock's Grill, and once across my house. Finally, behind the big building which happens to be my company." Yep, he was right indeed. She needed to read more of So You Want To Be A PI. "Anyways, since you're following me-"

"I was and am not following you. It's coincidence..."

"-I might as well give you this invitation that the mayor has sent to everyone. And I suppose he wants you there for another thank you. So here you are." John pulled out a blue invitation and handed it to her.

"Does it look like I'm dressed to go to a party?"she snapped. Her red tank top was not the best way to greet the mayor. And those jeans she was wearing were way to tight. Her bouncy blond hair could've never looked any frizzier.

"Look 'ight to me. See you there. And if you don't know where it is, just keep following me,"he shouted as he walked back to his car.

"For the last time I WAS NOT FOLLOWING YOU!"Torrie said. Now she had to think of something to make up as an excuse. When the two guests had arrived they stopped at the door to look at each other for a moment.

"So seriously. Why were you following me?"John said, trying not to smile.

"I was not following you,"Torrie explained yet again. He just shook his head.

"I know a follower when I see one. Just tell me the truth,"John begged. She hesitated for a moment before coming up with the most unreasonable and lamest excuse.

"The truth...well. The truth is I think you're hot."