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Flashback - Six Months Prior..........................................
"Ew!!! John, you just got out of the shower! You're all wet!"
Sienna squirmed trying to get John's arms off her. John only laughed and tightened his hold on her. When he finally let her go, Sienna was soaked. Sienna looked down at her clothes and then turned a frown on her husband.
"Joooooohn, I just put these on." she complained. "Now I gotta change my clothes again."
John finished dressing and then slapped Sienna butt as he passed her. He sat in the chair and gave her a charming smile.
"Okay....Mama." he said, wiggling his brows. "Let the strip show begin!"
Sienna rolled her eyes as she stripped her shirt off and threw it at his face. As she went into the bathroom to change, John chuckled and started to work on his footwear. As he was tying his sneakers, a knock at their door sounded. John looked towards the door as he stood, then turned towards the bathroom.
"We got company!" he called out.
"Decent." Sienna said as she came out from the bathroom.
"Just checking, Mama." Johns aid with a grin.
Sienna smiled and went over to him, placing a kiss on his lips. "And I appreciate that you do, Big Daddy."
John and Sienna let their lips meet once more as another knock sounded.
John looked towards the door. "Someone's impatient."
Sienna let her lips travel to John's neck, placing tiny kisses near his ear.
"Ignore them." she mumbled.
"Can't." John said, stepping towards the door. "It's Vince."
Sienna looked over towards the door. "How do you know?"
John grinned. "Can't you hear the 'no chance' he's drumming out on the door?"
As the knock came a third time, this time louder than before, Sienna giggled.
"Oh my word....that's hilarious." she said. "Well...let him in already."
John chuckled and opened the door.
"I heard that." Vince said as he entered the room.
"You were supposed to." Sienna said, smiling as she jumped over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, Uncle Vince."
"Hey, Sen." Vince smiled at the girl, then turned to nod at her husband. "John."
"What's up, Vince?" John asked.
"Sit down." Vince said, motioning towards the chairs. "There's something we need to discuss."
John and Sienna sat down and looked at Vince curiously.
"We're not getting fired are we?" Sienna asked.
Vince chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you're not getting fired. You guys are familiar with our screening process in regards to fan mail, correct?"
"Sure. It goes through like six teams of specialist just to make sure it's safe to open." Sienna said.
"Is that the problem?" John asked. "We've been getting a lot of hate mail?"
"That doesn't make sense, though." Sienna cut in. "I mean, all you gotta do is listen to the crowd to know they love us."
Vince nodded. "I know, Sienna and yes, John...sorta. Not a lot really, but we are getting a little concerned."
"Why?" John asked.
"We've gotten three letters within the last month, from an anonymous person addressed to you and Sienna." Vince said. "The first two aren't much of a concern, but the last one is what got us a little concerned and since it came from the same place as the first two, we need to let you know about it."
Vince handed the letter to John, then turned his gaze to Sienna. "Last paragraph, second line."
Sienna leaned over, reading the letter with John. When John read the designated area, his eyes widened.
'You have me. You don't need anybody else. Get rid of them or I will."
John jaw set in a hard line and he looked over at his boss.
"What do we do?" he asked.
Vince looked over at John. "It's been reported as a possible threat on your lives, John. We have a case open and people investigating. So for now, we wait and see what they come up with."
Present Date....................
"Did you take any extra safety measures when this was going on, Ma'am?" Tim asked.
Sienna looked over at Tim. "In my line of work, you learn very quickly to take every precaution you can, Agent McGee. If you don't, someone gets hurt. It's a rule that I carried over into my personal life as well. We hired more security. We had a total of six by the morning."
Tim nodded. "We're going to need their names and ways to reach them."
Sienna looked over at Tim. "I'll make a list for you when we're done."
"Your line of work....you're a wrestler?" Agent Gibbs asked Sienna.
Sienna nodded. "Yes."
Gibbs let his eyes travel over Sienna's small frame. "You don't look like a wrestler, Mrs. Cena."
"And what do wrestlers look like, Agent Gibbs?" Sienna asked, turning to him.
Gibbs shrugged. "Well, typically, wrestlers are…"
"Three hundred pounds and male?" Sienna said, cutting him off. "Let me make one thing very clear to you, Special Agent Gibbs." Sienna's eyes narrowed as she spoke. "I wrestle with belts, chains, chairs, ladders, lids...even sledge hammers on occasion. My matches are very brutal and very painful, but out of the grace of God, I have been very lucky to escape with minor injuries."
Gibbs tilted his head to the other side as Sienna continued.
"While most women go up against members of the same sex and weight class, I don't. My opponents can be male or female, sometimes both. Thirty pounds or three hundred, 2 feet shorter, 2 feet taller… my opponents have no limit and neither do I."
"So, you're right, Special Agent Gibbs....I'm not your typical wrestler. I'm better than typical." Sienna said. "I'm one of the best."