TITLE: Identity Theft Chapter Two/?

AUTHOR: Juliet3:16

EMAIL: R

CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE

CATEGORY: ADULT, ANGST, DRAMA

SPOILERS: Shortly after SummerSlam 2000

SUMMARY: Identity theft turns several lives upside down.

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the people in this fic, please don't sue.

DISTRIBUTION: WWOMB

NOTES: Takes place only half a day after the events of Chapter One.

Identity Theft

Chapter Two

Police Report

Half a day later, Stephanie's plane landed in London. She was not alone, however. Apparently, her brother, Shane, saw fit to appoint a bodyguard for her journey. Shane's reasoning, the 'bodyguard' said, was that her brother did not want her overseas alone, despite the fact that Stephanie had made several business trips alone overseas in the past. That just meant to Stephanie that Shane wanted her to have a shoulder to cry on despite everything she had said to him earlier about Hunter being dead.

Stephanie found it hard to be angry at Shane's intent. Shane and Stephanie may have had stubborn views on the subject of whether Hunter was alive or dead (it was a trait they had both inherited), but she knew Shane's heart was in the right place. Shane cared for his sister deeply, and aside from a foolish deal he and their father made with the Undertaker a few years ago, would never do anything to deliberately cause his baby sister pain or harm. He was worried and Stephanie knew it.

Still, a part of her wished Shane had sent somebody other than Scott Hall with her to London.

It was not that Stephanie hated the man. On the contrary, Stephanie was the one that persuaded Shane to let her hire Hall when WCW fired him in 2002. She was the one that persuaded him to finally get the help he needed for his alcoholism and to try and put his family back together. In fact, he had been clean and sober since the day WWF rehired him. Still she was uncomfortable when she was in close quarters with not just him, but anybody that had once been close with Hunter, his parents included.

Perhaps she was not as over the Trish Stratus stuff as she thought.

Sighing as the plane landed, she gave a quick, tight smile to Hall as they began to disembark the company owned jet. An hour or so later, Stephanie and Scott were at Scotland Yard, where the suspected identity thieves were being held.

"Mrs. Helmsley," a balding man of average height greeted her, "I'm Inspector Reed. Special Agent Long called and informed us that you would be coming. He also conveyed his apologies but he would be unable to be here until tomorrow. He's wrapping up a separate investigation at the moment."

Stephanie shook the inspector's hand.

"This is my friend Scott Hall," she gestured to her traveling companion, not knowing how else to address him. The inspector gave Scott a firm handshake as well. "Did Agent Long mention anything about extradition for the suspects?"

"I'm afraid Agent Long will be unable to begin the process until he arrives in the morning. If you would like, I can have my best men escort you and your friend to whatever accommodations you may have and we can see if you can identify the perpetrators in the morning," the inspector explained.

"I would like to get this over with as soon as possible. Is there anyway that I can at least try and identify them tonight?" Stephanie asked, weariness in her voice.

The inspector nodded. "Agent Long said you might want to pursue that. The male is currently in one of our detention centers about a a block from here. The female, however is in one of our interrogation rooms a couple of floors above us. If you and your friend will come with me, you should be able to see her before she's escorted to a cell."

Stephanie and Scott followed the older man up the two flights of stairs that lead to the old building's interrogation room. As they climbed, Stephanie could not help the tiny knots that were forming in her stomach. The closer she got to her goal of finding out who had been behind her financial misery for the last couple of years, the more nervous she got. As if a small part of her dreaded finding out the truth. One part of her was relieved that she would finally know who had the audacity to impersonate her and bilk her out of millions of dollars. The other part was scared that her discovery would only lead to more questions than answers.

Finally they entered a room that was devoid of all furniture. The only thing of note in the entire room was a large two - way mirror. Through it Stephanie could see another detective interrogating a young woman in an adjacent room. That room was about as small as the one Stephanie and Scott were in, with three chairs and a small table. The furniture was not what caught Stephanie's eyes. It was the woman sitting in one of the chairs.

It startled Stephanie how much the other woman looked like her. The woman had long, brown hair that matched Stephanie's normal color. The woman was sitting down so that it wasn't clear how tall she was, but Stephanie already knew the woman was not more than a couple of inches more than Stephanie was. The facial features were slightly different, but similar enough to where if Stephanie had not already known who the woman on the other side of the mirror was she would be doing a double - take at that distance. Even if Stephanie had not already recognized the face, however, the tattoo on the other woman's arm would have told Stephanie all she needed to know.

"Her name is Lita," Stephanie told Inspector Reed and Hall.