Backstage, Smackdown

I made it half way down the hall when I heard feet running down the hall and suddenly felt arms around me.

"Angel that was fucking awesome!" Seth said as he hugged me tight from behind.

"Thanks Seth. You did pretty well yourself." I said as I turned in his arms and kissed him.

"Mmmm! That always feels amazing!" He whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. Just then Dean walked up.

"Umm... Kira if you could pull yourself away from Seth long enough we need to discuss the arrangements to get home." He said while glaring at Seth.

"I'll call you later ok?" Seth said and kissed my lips gently.

"I'll be waiting. Wait you don't have my number."

"Oh yeah I do!" He said with a smirk.

"How?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" He replied as he wagged his eyebrows. He turned on his heel and walked away, letting his hand slide away as slow as possible. Dean and I walked to the locker room, went in and sat down.

"Well?" I asked.

"I know you have a private jet, so I was thinking you could fly both Roman and I home." He said.

"Ok that sounds doable. You don't already have a ticket do you?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it's refundable."

"Okay. We'll meet here at the locker room and head to the airport together." I said.

"Angel do you like me?" Dean asked shyly.

"Of course I do Dean. What's not to like? You're funny, you're a fast thinker, you have the greatest smile, and god those dimples just do me in."

"Uh… Wow! Thanks for the compliment. Hey I have to go. I'll meet you here after my match. Roman should already be here and we can leave. It should be like 8:30." He said and jumped up to leave. Sure enough by 8:45 we were dropping the car off and boarding my plane. As soon as the plane took off I got up and got a drink.

"Can I interest you two in a drink" I asked.

"No, I'm good." They replied in unison. I sat down and took a long drink. We sat silence for a while.

"So how the hell is this going to get fixed? Because I'm tired of the not knowing and wondering if today is the day I'm going to get attacked." Dean blurted out of nowhere.

"I think it's best we involve my friend in the FBI. The local police don't have the resources they do and they should be able to find an address or hell at least a picture of what this chick looks like. The local cops can't pull up anything about this chick. All they've gotten was a name off the finger print. The final decision is up to you two though. Do you want me to get the FBI involved?" I asked. They looked at each and made decision without saying anything.

"Yeah, do what you've got to do. We want this over as soon as possible." Roman said.

"All right. I'll go make the call right now." I said. I walked back to my bedroom and called James my contact at the FBI. We had a brief discussion and ended the call. I called both Decklin and Michael and they agreed to send everything to the FBI the next day. I walked out and sat down.

"Decklin and Michael are sending all the evidence they have to James, my FBI contact tomorrow. James said we should have a picture and maybe an address within the next 4 days." I declared.

"Why so long?" Roman requested.

"I didn't tell you guys this because I didn't want you to worry, but this lady doesn't exist in any local police database. After like 1999 there is no record of her in any vital statistics or anything. It's like she either went underground or went into wit sec."

"Wit sec? What's that?" Dean queried.

"That's witness protection."

"Holy shit! No way! This chick could be protected by the fucking government?" Dean asked and started pacing.

"Unfortunately that is a possibility and if she is then we have to turn this all over to the Marshalls office and let them handle it."

"Are you serious?" Roman asked.

"As a heart attack Roman."

"What would happen then?" Dean said as his hand tapped out a rapid rhythm on his shoulder nervously.

"Well, the last time this happened to one of my clients the Marshalls kicked her out of Wit Sec and they perp went to jail for a very long time."

"Well at least that's reassuring." Dean said and sat down.

"I will continue to think about the best way to take care of this, but for now I'm exhausted and need to sleep. The remote to display the TV is in the drawer in the coffee table and so is the TV remote. Feel free to watch some TV and get something to eat if you want. The flight attendants are just a shout away." I said and headed back to the bedroom. The next thing I knew I was being shook.

"No! Stop! Put her down!" I yelled as I struck out.

"Shhh! Angel, it's ok, it's me Roman." He said as he gently shook me. I woke slowly to him holding my hands against his chest. "What were you dreaming?"

"Nothing! It's nothing Roman. Are we almost to Tampa?" I asked and ran my fingers through my rumpled jet black hair.

"Yeah, I was on my way to tell you we'll be landing in 10 minutes." He uttered softly. I got up while pulling my hair back in a bun and headed back out to the living area of the plane. I sat down heavily and scrubbed my hand down my face.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked.

"No, I don't."

"Why? You can trust me Angel." He replied softly.

"More times than not my dreams come true and I don't want to talk about this one because it scares the shit out of me and I'm hoping if I don't say it out loud it won't happen." I replied sadly. How could I tell Roman I just dreamed his daughter was going to get kidnapped? I couldn't so I didn't.

Late Tuesday night, Romans house

The driver picked us up at the airport and drove us to Romans. The trip there seemed to take forever and the silence was tense and awkward. Once we pulled up in front of Romans we practically jumped out, grabbed our things and ran to the door. Roman let us in and we went straight to our own rooms.

Wednesday morning, Romans house

The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, got dressed and headed downstairs. As I entered the kitchen my breath slammed out of my chest. There was Roman at the stove in nothing but a pair of low slung gym shorts, his gorgeous jet black mane of hair flowing down his back and he was shaking his butt to some music in his head. I just took in the view for a minute.

"So Roman what's the plan for today?" I asked making him jump.

"Holy crap you scared me Angel." He said with his hand resting over his heart, his chest heaving with the effects of being scared. I licked my suddenly dry lips and just drank him in. "You want some breakfast?"

"Yeah! The bacon smells wonderful." I said as I sat down at the island. He plated up two plates of food. He went and got juice from the fridge and poured us both a glass. He put it back and sat down across from me. He took a bite and motioned for me to do the same. I guess I had been so caught up in checking him out that I forgot I was supposed to be eating. I took a bite.

"Well once Jojo gets here I was thinking the aquarium, lunch, a movie, home, dinner, and then bed." He said and took another bite.

"Sounds good. I can handle that." I replied. We finished breakfast, did dishes, put them away, and went in to the living room to wait for Jojo. It didn't take long she was there ten minutes after we sat down. Roman went and answered the door. Jojo jumped into his arms and they both giggled as they hugged. My heart clinched and I brushed away a tear. "I have to keep her safe! "I thought to myself. Jojo squealed when she saw I was there. She ran over and threw her arms around me as soon as Roman set her on her feet.

"Angel! You're here! Are you coming with me and daddy today?" she gushed.

"Yes, I am Jojo. I will try to stay in the background so you and your daddy can have fun."

"No, you stay right with us. I want to show you around the aquarium." She said as she jumped up and down and smiled huge.

"Okay! You win Jojo!" I said with my hands up in surrender. Roman went to his room and put a shirt on. We both stood next to the door putting our shoes on and then headed out to his SUV. After a ten minute ride we were at the aquarium and true to her word Jojo was showing me around. I shocked both of them with my knowledge of the fish. Their mouths would drop open every time I would spiel off everything I knew about each fish. I was enjoying myself as were they, but what they didn't know is I knew we were being watched and possibly followed. There was more than one time I almost reached for the gun at the small of my back. We stopped at the gift shop and I bought Jojo a stuffed penguin and then we headed to her favorite restaurant for lunch. They had just brought us our food when Jojo looked down at her plate and all but whispered "It's happening again!"

A/N What is happening? Will Angel know how to handle it? Please R/R