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"Jeff, get me a pen, hurry up!" Matt yelled.

"Here. What for?" Jeff asked. He watched as Matt held the phone to his ear and scribbled something down. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

Matt waved him away. "Yes, thank you. You too. Goodbye." Matt looked at Jeff and grinned at him. "She's in California!"

"What?"

"Lita! She's in California!"

"How do you know that?"

"I traced the call. She's in California. Jeff, come with me to get her."

"Matt… I – I can't." Jeff pushed his hair back.

"Please. I never really ask anything of you and… I need someone with me." Matt was practically begging.

"What about the show?"

"Well… we'll tape our match early that way we'll have more time."

"I dunno Matt…"

"Jeff. Please."

"Usually, I'm the one that wants to do these crazy things. Where did you get it from?"

Matt smiled and shrugged. "I told you I'd do anything to get her back, didn't I?"

"Yes you did… and this proves how in love with her you are."

"So you're saying yes?"

"How can I not? You're my brother… you know I'm always here for you."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Matt hugged Jeff tightly.

"I can't breathe, dude."

"Sorry. Come on, let's pack."

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"Matt, let's just go back to the hotel. We'll try again tomorrow." Jeff whined.

"No, Jeff! I have to find her today."

"Do you know how big California is? We're not gonna find her today."

"Stop being such a pessimist."

Jeff sighed and looked at his watch. "It's ten-thirty, bro. Let's just go to the hotel, go to sleep, and first thing in the morning we'll search for Miss Amy."

Matt took a deep breath. "Fine."

Jeff smiled. "Thank you."

Matt and Jeff walked into the hotel lobby. "Ooh, Look, Matt… there's a bar here." Jeff said excitedly.

"Yeah." Matt didn't really care. He continued walking, leaving Jeff behind.

"Wait…wait… Matt, look at that guy, he looks familiar." Jeff whispered. The two of them stared at a tall guy with curly hair. He had his arm around a small, dark haired, young woman. He looked pretty drunk.

Matt stopped walking and studied the man. "Jeff… I think that's –"

"Jason stop!" The woman said, giggling.

"Yeah, that's him." Jeff said, watching Jason kissing the girl's neck.

"Come on, I don't want him to see us." Matt whispered.

Matt and Jeff peered at Jason from behind a wall.

"Amy dyed her hair?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know… I don't think she would."

"Come on… we're going out." Jason said to the woman.

"That's not Amy…" Jeff whispered.

"I think you're right." Matt whispered back.

"She's way too short. And Amy's hair is lighter than that."

Matt shrugged.

The two of them continued to watch as Jason left with the petite woman on his arm.

"I have an idea." Matt said.

"Matt, please… no more ideas." Jeff whined.

Matt walked up to the front desk. "Excuse me sir. Can you tell me what room Amy Dumas is in?"

The man nodded and smiled. He did a quick search on his computer. "I'm sorry, there is no Amy Dumas in this hotel."

Matt scratched his head. "Uh… what about a Jason De La Cruz?"

The man did another search. "You're in luck. There's a couple staying here. Mr. and Mrs. Jason De La Cruz."

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A:N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!!!

::RuBs TeMpLeS:: I know what kind of reviews I'm gonna get for writin' that last sentence… ::SiGhS:: Bring em on… jus bring em on…

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