Rommie had just went to her locker room. Her adrenaline was pumping hard. That was a rush that she liked, she wanted more of it. As soon as she opened the door, there sat Randy Orton, eyes looking the blue haired female up and down. Rommie chuckled and shut the door.

"Great job out there rookie. You will make it big. Exactly how did that match for the pay per view come about?"

"Simple, they needed another shake up to the division since Beth and Nattie were taking out top divas. I was blazing up the FCW ranks at a fast pace, and so they called me up two weeks ago. Had me do one last run and here I am."

"Raw is lucky. Did you hear about our match for next week?"

A chuckle came from the face of Rommie and she fixed her hair up in a ponytail. She then pulled up a steel chair and sat down.

"Yeah I heard. To be honest, I have an uneasy feeling about it all. The interim GM seems to have it out for those willing to break his rules."

"No worries, I have your back."

"Glad someone does. At least I feel that I am not alone in this mess. John has it out for people undermining him, you have a huge target on your back. Afraid I may screw it up for you Randy..."

Before he had a chance to say much, her cell phone rang. She looked down at it, the number drawing a sad face from her. She hung it up and texted the number back, getting a look from Randy that read that he was worried. This was only her first day, why would someone as high up the card as "The Viper" even care about a rookie like her? When she got done, she looked back up at him, smiling a soft smile.

"Everything OK Rommie?"

"Its nothing really. Just an ex of mine from Miami calling me."

Tim got the text as he was on the road on his yellow motor bike. He had ot think that night, had to make sure that Rommie's face was real. It had been so long...

FLASHBACK :: Miami Dade Crime Lab ; July 6, 2006

"It is best for me this way Tim. I love you, but I can't make a full time commitment to the job."

Tim watched as she left in her red truck. It was time for her to go anyhow. Tim was glad that they ended on such good terms. They would remain friends, remain close as they were the night drove by him, her smile shining in the light as she stopped the truck.

"Call me Tim."

That day was the last time anyone spoke to Rommie in Miami. Now, to see her working a very dangerous job...it could have consequences. He stopped his bike along the beach side and pulled his cell phone out, reading her text.

Raw in Miami next week, I will come by the Crime Lab and see you all.

Tim let the smile show. He was really looking forward to telling her how he really felt about letting her go.