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Kim and Jack rekindle their romance with a romantic date! The young couple has gone through a rough patch and in the wake of the recent fundraiser, where the notorious ladies man Ricky Weaver had paid special attentions to Kim, they were seen trying to sneak into a screening of Casablanca. Later, the couple was spotted at a tony French eatery Le Grenier, where other patrons saw them locking lips. It seems that all is well with the Kick. It is a bit peculiar that one of Ricky's personal bodyguards is seen trailing Kim at all times. It is a departure from Kim's usual complement of ninjas, courtesy of her rumored dad Bobby Wasabi.

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Ricky's performance at a charity event in Seaford.

RW was in Seaford, CA, to support his friend's favorite charity, the local animal shelter. He did not perform any of his new songs and stuck to the older numbers. He also presented a check to the shelter matching total donations of the night. If you recall, this particular event came about, when his friend lost a pet dog that may have been a gift from RW himself. We are pleased to see that his concern and care for his friends extends into the charitable endeavors. Of course, this is no the first time he participated in charitable event. He's been known to visit his sick fans in hospital, and routinely donates his performances to various charitable events.

rw4ever: it must be nice to be friends with him. Kim is so lucky.

weavermagic: yeah, but, you know, that dog was killed by someone who hates her. you think it was bc of her connection to RW?

rw4ever: who'd do that? I mean, when I thought she was w/ him I may have been jealous, but to kill a dog over it? no!

weavermagic: still, you were jealous, others were jealous. You saw what people said here about her. it must be hard to get all this shit over friendship.

caitweaver: i met her. she is sooo nice. and pretty. and normal.

weavermagic: when? how?

caitweaver: well, i live in Seaford. i saw her in the animal shelter. she was there, working. she's real nice.

rw4ever: did she say anything about RW?

caitweaver: well, just that she'd be talking to him soon. i, like, died when she said she'd pass my thank you to him.

weavermagic: is it true about the bodyguard?

caitweaver: yep. he was right there next to her. but there were bunch of papps outside the shelter too, so I guess it makes sense.


Kim's Sunday morning started too early. Once again there was a ping of the fresh news with her name tagged and she simply refused to spoil her morning with any kind of news. After their epic end of the date (and Kim was still blushing and kind of turned on just thinking about it), Jack slipped out the same way he came in. She was asleep, when Jeremy called and was demanding to know if she was fine. She was not sure, what it was about until he mentioned that some dark figure was seen lurking around her house and that he, Jeremy was coming in to check on her. Mortified, she had to explain to a virtual stranger - and Ricky's employee no less - that she was fine, that the lurker was Jack, that there was no need to do the security check. Jeremy was silent for a full minute and Kim had just about expired from mortification and embarrassment. Finally, Jeremy told her that he would still do a perimeter check and informed her that two of Bobby's ninjas were taking the night post around her house and that she should plan her assignations accordingly. Kim dreaded seeing Jeremy today. She only hoped that his usual taciturn nature would prevent him from saying anything to her.

The news was actually nothing terrible. Just that Eric dude mentioning her date with Jack. She could have done without all the asides about trouble in paradise, but there were no pictures, and she figured he could not get close enough or into any of the places they'd been to.

She came downstairs to find her dad sitting at the island with a somber expression. Dreading that Jeremy talked to him about Jack's last night visit, Kim was completely unprepared for what came out of his mouth.

"Baby girl, I don't want to worry you, but police would be coming here to talk to you." She looked at him shocked and he added, "the lab results came in from the macaroons at the fundraiser. It was the same toxin as the one that made you sick. They think it is deliberate and it warrants their attention now."

Kim sat down hard and stared at the granite surface unseeing. How, how can anyone hate her so much? What could she possible have done to deserve it? She was a fan herself, for goodness sake, and she would never do anything like that because of a crush on an idol. She remembered the message from the poisoning, the one where someone wished she died along with her dad. Just as quickly came the memory of the message from yesterday - you got away this time - and she was suddenly sick to her stomach. She ran to the sink and threw up, though there was not much. Her dad, alarmed, came up to her and she cried into his chest horrified that she was the focus of someone's hate.

Her dad held her and soon her mom joined them.

It was not Kim's nature to be morose and she rallied enough to eat a little. Jeremy came in; he was already aware of the test results and had made arrangements for additional security measures. Kim, feeling unworthy of all this hassle, was told firmly that his clients - Ricky and Bobby - took her well being very seriously and deferred to his judgement on these matters. Apparently one of this new measures, a recommendation really, was for Kim to move temporarily to Bobby's place. It had a round the clock security and Bobby employed a personal chef, who was already cleared. So, if Kim's stalker stuck to their preferred method of poisoning, at least they could be sure that the food eaten at Bobby's place was not contaminated. Before any big decision could be made, police showed up and Kim was facing two gentlemen in the living room.

Detective Jones, a middle aged man with a receding hairline and shabby appearance, was leading the conversation.

"I'll be honest with you. This is an unusual case. We typically have some idea about the harasser or stalker. Usually a victim had previous interactions with them."

Kim bristled at the idea of being a victim and frowned at the man.

"I don't know who that may be to be honest. Everyone thinks it is related to my personal life and I just don't see it. Jack's and Ricky's fans are young people. Girls, boys. How one would even get their hands on the poison?"

"Our lab is working on that. But, going back to your personal life," Kim rolled her eyes at this and the Detective smiled at her. "Did you notice anything unusual since the knowledge of your relationships, real or perceived, became public?"

"Well, there are always negative comments. You know, the internet makes everything relatively consequence free, so people say things they normally would not say to people's faces. There were a couple that were vile, but they mostly sounded more about the guys I am with, than about me." Kim said to them. At Detective's questioning look, she elaborated.

"It is more like: he deserves better, he is so handsome, he is so talented, he is so amazing. He needs a girl, who is there for him, etc. etc. It is assumed and implied that I am not worthy of that position, but its not like they say: go and die already." She paused and then added, "there were two messages that were quite different though, but I am not sure if it means anything..."

Everyone perked up at this and Kim followed on, "Right after the poisoning, I was checking my social media and one person said that they hoped I never got help and died, together with my father." Her dad and the police looked bewildered and she elaborated, "I think they meant Bobby. Bobby Wasabi."

There was a long silence as everyone processed this information and the Detective was making notes. "Why would they think that Bobby Wasabi is your father?"

"Because tabloid press are desperate to sell or for clicks and are very loose with their definition of truth. They also don't research things. But to answer your question, Bobby was in the hospital, where I volunteer. I know him from the dojo and I held his hand while he was sick. Somehow one of those reporters was nearby and misinterpreted the whole thing and the next thing I know, I am his secret daughter. The denials worked a little, but every time they mention me and him, there is always a "rumored daughter of" added somewhere." Kim said bitterly and Detective Jones looked at her sympathetically.

"What about the second message?"

"It was after the fundraiser. Not everyone realized that Jack pulled the macaroons out of my hands, but it looked like he confronted me and there were pictures of that. I got a message that said: You got away this time."

"We would need to see those. Maybe trace them."

"Detective," Jeremy interjected. "It is probably not going to yield any leads. It is fairly easy to establish the accounts on social media and people can use any device - public or stolen - to create them. I believe that tracing the poison and the security camera footage from the school might help."

"Right. And you are the private security hired for Ms. Crawford?"

"Yes." Jeremy was stoic and Kim marveled at her own life now: poison, police, private security, famous dads and boyfriends. A tabloid heaven indeed.


Chuck was too afraid to let Kim out of his sights. She didn't mind, she was still grappling with the notion that someone wanted to hurt her. It wasn't just overactive imagination of her dad and boyfriend. It was real.

She called Jack, who wanted to come immediately, but she told him that she could not get any more secure with her dad and Jeremy. Once she told him that Jeremy knew about last night - and about ninjas on night watch - Jack stopped insisting. It would be good to have some time to herself: things moved non stop since that tournament in LA. She planned to finish her homework, read something that had nothing to do with her life, nothing that even reminded her of her life.

She managed part of her plan: her homework was done. Before she could settle for a nice read, her parents came up to discuss the next move: should she move to Bobby's place for a time being. Her dad was adamant that she should; her safety as he saw it depended on it. Her mom was too worried about letting her little girl out of sight and, like her, she thought how it might look to people on the outside. There were no perfect options here and Kim would rather stay home, but Jeremy was right about Bobby's place: it was more secure that her own home.