Disclaimer: I do not own the characters affiliated with WWE, I do own Nicole Michael's however. This story is completely AU! This is my first fic so be gentle, reviews are welcomed!

Jeff sat on the bed in their cabin watching Nicole put away their clothes.

"Do it later baby," he said, "we're supposed to be having wild passionate loud sex right now, that's the whole point of this week away. I don't know why you brought clothes; you're going to be naked for the majority of the time."

"I'm not spending the week naked," she said putting away the last of the shirts. "There I'm done. Now I'm all yours for an hour and then I'm going to go get some food in."

"But baby…"

"Don't but baby me mister, you're going to work up an appetite, we need food in," she said pulling him to the window. "I don't know how you found this place, but it's amazing and I'm so glad we're spending this week together," she said as they looked over Arlington Lake, Salem. He held her in his arms.

"I'm glad you think it's beautiful, but I didn't pick it for the scenery," he said turning her around. "Get on that bed and make love to me."

"I don't know if I like this new demanding Jeff," Nicole teased as she stripped in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed taking in her little show. He pulled her onto the bed a lay on top of her. "You didn't even let me finish," she moaned as he ravaged her chest.

"I couldn't wait," he said tearing off the remaining bra and panties. He stood up tearing off his own clothes as a bewildered Nicole watched on.

"What has gotten into you?" Nicole asked as he ravaged her body once again.

"I'm a man, there is a beautiful naked lady in front of me, so shut up and kiss me," he growled in her ear.

She kissed him hungrily rolling on top of him.

Jeff fell asleep not long after they'd come out of the shower, leaving Nicole to go do the shopping by herself. She got into the rental car and drove into town.

She was working her way through the aisles, failing miserably at guiding the trolley, picking up food she figured she could cook quickly so Jeff wouldn't get too upset.

As she reached for packet of pasta she could feel someone staring at her. She put the pasta in the trolley looking around the aisle to see a tall man with a bald head smiling at her. She smiled back and guided the trolley out of the aisle.

She went to the checkout, paid for the groceries and made her way to her car. Over the soft sounds of children laughing in the distance and cars driving past she swore she could hear clicking. Ignoring her instincts she put the groceries into the car, unaware of the figure in the nearby limo taking photos of her every movement.

"Getting this?" the man sitting opposite the photographer asked.

"You bet, boss," the photographer.

"I want plenty of photos," Nash said looking over the pile of photos in his hands. "I don't trust this Jeff. I know his weak spot though and I'm not afraid to use it." His hand smoothed over the photo of Nicole and Jeff having dinner in a café.

Nicole looked over to the limo not noticing the camera lens hanging out of the window. She got into the car and drove back to the cottage where she and Jeff were staying.

When she got back Jeff was still asleep, so she was left to put the groceries away. Once everything was away she went up to the bedroom and lay next to Jeff.

She couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been following her for a few weeks. Quite frankly it scared the shit out of her. She couldn't speak to Jeff about it because he was stressing about work; John was so busy working for her dad she hardly saw him and Maria was away in New York doing an apprenticeship with Chanel. The last time Shannon and Nicole had spoken they'd had an argument. She thought sadly about the things she'd said to him.

"Nicole, he's up to something," Shannon said sitting next to her on the couch where Nicole sat waiting for Jeff to come home; it was now eleven o'clock at night.

"No, he's just busy with work."

"Honey listen to me. He's home late every night, you said so yourself the sex has changed, the way he holds you in public. He's so secretive he won't even tell you what's going on."

"Shannon just drop it."

"No Nicole, I love you too much."

Nicole looked into his ears searching for the truth but could only feel the tears forming. "Don't say stuff you don't mean."

"I'm not lying; I still love you."

"Then why aren't we together?"

"You know why we're not together."

"I think it's best if we keep a little distance between ourselves," she said standing up and moving to the front door, only to be pushed against the door in a searing kiss from Shannon. His hand caressed her cheek while his tongue danced against her lips.

He pulled away searching for some form of emotion from her. She slapped him across the cheek.

"What the hell was that?" she screamed at him. "I'm with Jeff not you. Just stay the hell away from me."

Nicole felt her face dampen with tears. She'd lost her best friend.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Jeff asked rolling over to face her hearing her crying.

"It's nothing," she said wiping her tears.

"Bullshit," he said wiping his thumb over her tears, "tell me what's going on."

"I had a fight with Shannon."

"About what?"

"About you. He thinks you're up to something and we got into this huge argument about it and then he kissed me and I slapped him."

"Oh honey," he said taking her in his arms. "I'm sorry he did that. Let's go down stairs, there's a Jacuzzi outside, we'll go for a little dip, have a few glasses of wine."

"You don't like wine."

"But you do and whatever you like I like. And then we'll come back upstairs, have a little play time and then we'll have dinner and see where the night takes us."

"Ok," she said giggling and kissed him on the lips.

The cold morning air felt relaxing against her cheeks as she picked up her pace cutting between the trees. Jeff would still be asleep in bed having drunk most of the alcohol the previous night. She knew she should have stayed in bed but she had a lot of energy to burn off that Jeff couldn't possibly help with.

She thought about their night before. He was an animal. He'd twisted her body into positions she didn't know existed, her body aching at the memory. There was something so out of place with Jeff and she couldn't put her finger on it.

She jumped over the log and continued on her journey back to the cottage. Jeff would be up soon and would probably need to be nursed out of his hangover.

She ran onto the back porch and into the kitchen to find the table upturned and the chairs scattered across the floor. Fear ran through her body as she sprinted up stairs calling out for Jeff. She ran into the bedroom to see the bed upturned and Jeff no where in sight.

"JEFF!" she screamed running through the cottage to find it empty. She clutched her chest collapsing onto the couch to see a folder on the table in front of her.

She picked it up and looked through it to find photos of herself and Jeff.

"Oh my God," she said looking over a photo of her standing in front of Jeff naked in his bedroom. The photo had been taken from across the street. There were hundreds of photos of the two walking through Newport, going on dates, eating dinner, making love, walking on the beach.

She dropped the photos on the ground and ran to the phone. She dialled Jeff's number, someone picked up.

"Jeff where are you?" her voice faltering in her tears.

"I'm afraid Jeff can't come to the phone right now, he's indisposed," the cold voice said on the other line. "He's not coming back Nicole dear, he's going away."

"Who is this? Let me talk to Jeff."

"Send your father my regards," the voice said and hung up.

Nicole lent against the wall, crumbling to the floor in violent sobs. She struggled to control her breathing picking up the phone once more and calling a familiar number.

"Daddy?"

"Nicole, what's wrong?" he asked his concern rising.

"They've taken Jeff, he's gone."