A/N: Thanks for all the reviews for the first chapter, they were great and thanks for not thinking I'm a total goober because I really don't write this stuff very often and yeah, so thanks for boosting my confidence. Also, I think I forgot to mention that I wrote this a while ago so it was actually written before Chris came back to the company, around mid-2007 so there are references to storylines from them, hope it's not too confusing. Anyways, please leave a review, thanks and enjoy (I hope!). :)

Chris had never been too nervous to come to work, but there was a first time for everything they say. And that first time for him was today. He was actually tentative to step through those doors. Whatever had happened last week had shaken him up in more ways than one. Who was the woman who was talking into his headset? Were they going to do it again? Did this woman want to be with him? Or was it just some sort of prank that wasn't funny to him at all?

He didn't have the answers to these questions, and that bothered him. He wanted answers, damn it, and he wanted them now. He didn't want to go sit at the announcer's table and put his headphones on and hear all about how some chick wanted to suck his dick and fuck him all night long. It was very inappropriate and he was out in front of thousands of people! The last thing he needed was to get a hard-on while trying to work, and if this woman would get some brains, she'd realize that, unless that was all part of whatever sick, sadistic plan she had for him. He hated this woman, he decided right now, he hated her and everything that she was doing to him. He didn't deserve it and she was a bitch for doing it.

Whoever she was.

"Paul, stop…"

"What, come on, baby, I haven't gotten to see you in weeks because of fucking rehab," he said, trying to wrap his arms around her shoulders from behind her chair.

"Paul, no, come on, I'm doing work," she told him, trying to push him off of her, but still being mindful of the fact that he had his leg injury and not wanting to hurt him. His arms were heavy too, and she hated that she couldn't readily get him off of her.

"But I'm only going to be here for the night then I go back to rehab tomorrow," he whined. "I just want to spend time with you, is that a crime?"

"No, it's not a crime," she sighed. "I'm just really busy with work right now, and I can't help it if you're in rehab, I wasn't the one who injured you, but you have to understand that I've got work to do."

"I do understand, but I thought that I was important to you, and I thought that you would want to see me, that's why I came up."

"That's part of the reason why you came up," she corrected. "You also came up because you wanted to see the show because you missed it. You wanted to be at the show, so it wasn't all for me and don't pretend like it was."

She didn't mean to sound harsh with him, but she hadn't been expecting him tonight. This had been his version of a surprise, and she didn't like surprises like this. Gifts, she liked, parties, she liked, but unannounced visits while she was trying to work, no, she didn't much care for those. Paul had thought it would be romantic, but she wondered how romantic it could be with hundreds of people backstage, including her father, and no time to really spend for themselves since Stephanie had an open-door policy during the show, anyone could walk in at any time.

"I'm not pretending, but sue me for wanting to spend time with the girlfriend I haven't seen in weeks," he told her, his voice starting to rise in anger. "You don't even come to visit me while in rehab, you did when this happened before."

She wanted to mutter that when it happened before it was scary, but now it was just redundant. But she didn't because there was a filter from her brain to her mouth, although some people wouldn't believe that. She kept her mouth shut for a second and he took her silence to mean that she didn't care, and not that she was thinking. He backed away from her chair and stared at her, folding his arms in front of him.

"So you don't want to visit me, that's it, right? You don't want to see me."

"What?" she said, turning her chair towards him. "Where the hell are you getting that idea?"

"You haven't been by to see me! That's where I'm getting that idea. I've been stuck there for weeks rehabbing my ass off, and you're nowhere to be found, my parents have come by, my sister and her family have dropped by, Shawn has dropped by, even fucking JR has dropped by to see how I was doing, but you know who hasn't been by to see me?"

"Bigfoot?" she asked snidely.

He wasn't amused by her comment, but she wasn't amused by his behavior. "No, it would be you, Stephanie, so why not?"

"I'm fucking busy!" she shouted. "I'm fucking busy around here trying to cover for your ass. We had major plans and they're all fucked up now because you got injured, so I'm trying to compensate for you being gone, but it's hard, Paul, it's fucking hard."

"And you don't think rehabbing is? You think I wanted this to happen!"

"No, of course not," she told him. "But I have to deal with what happens, you rehab and get better and that's fine, but I'm here trying to fill in the gaps that your absence created. You say I don't cut you any slack, well cut me some goddamn slack, okay?"

Paul took a deep breath, "Okay, look, we're losing our tempers here. I just wanted to spend one day with you, that's all, is that too much to ask?"

"No, it's not," she told him. "It's not…"

"Fine, then…well, I'm here now, so can we please try to get along?"

"We can get along," she said. "But I've still got a lot of work to do and this isn't going to get done itself, so you'll have to be patient with me."

"Okay, I can be patient."

She was exasperated by him. He was so fucking needy and she hated it. It was like, the moment he went down with this injury his attitude had snapped too. He wasn't the strong man she thought he was. No, he was weak and simpering and constantly wanting attention and she hated that about him. She wanted the strong, powerful man back, but it looked like it was replaced with this pissant, little tool. So yes, she wanted to spend as much time away from his as possible, but could you blame her?

"I've got things to do, I'll be back," she said, getting up. She noted when she exited the door, that the show had already started and her lips turned up into a smirk. If Hunter wasn't going to be the fun boyfriend that he used to be, then she was going to have fun all by her little lonesome.

She walked down the hallway towards the gorilla position. Her father was on the headphones, just like she suspected he would be. That would pose a small problem, but she was a quick-thinker and if anyone could get out of a sticky situation, it was going to be her. She sauntered up to her father as he was talking to JR and Chris, her lovely target and she turned on her little girl charm, jutting out her bottom lip a little bit and blinking her eyes slowly and sadly.

"What is it, Stephanie?" Vince asked during a commercial break.

"Daddy, I was just looking over some of the accounting that you sent me, and I think you need to call payroll because what I'm getting isn't matching up with the numbers that they're giving me. I came to you because I thought you could handle it since you have more cache than me since you're the boss. I'd hate to think the bookkeeping was awry, or even worse, embezzlement."

The e-word set him off and he put the headphones down on the table. "So they're not matching up?"

"No, I can't figure it out at all," she said, acting frustrated. "I don't know, I think it's something on there end because my accounting skills are the best, because you put me through school, the best for your daughter, right, Daddy?"

"Right, well, let me look over the numbers first, and then we can look at them after the show and call payroll tomorrow morning."

"Sounds great, are you going to do that now?"

"Yes, this is a matter that can't wait," he said, standing up. He held her arms and kissed her forehead, "Thank you for taking on so much work for me, Princess, I hope you know how much this means to me."

"Of course, Daddy," she said innocently, giving him her best smile. He walked away and her smile turned into a devious one. She sat down at the table and pulled the headphones on. She reached out to turn JR's headset off so she was talking directly into Chris's headphone. Then she turned off the link to the director so he wouldn't be able to tap into their conversation, well, her conversation, Chris just kind of listened in.

Chris was taking a sip of his water because his mouth had gone dry from all the talking. They were about to come back from commercial and the countdown on the clock was saying they had twenty seconds to air time. He took another swig of water, but he wasn't going to be able to keep this one down quite as well as the last one.

"Hello, gorgeous." Chris almost spit out his water, but still managed to choke on it, coughing and sputtering as JR looked over at him funnily. Chris coughed, trying to regain his composure as the clock ticked down. He just managed to calm himself down before the signal picked back up again.

"We should have a slobber-knocker coming up in the main event tonight with Shawn and John Cena teaming up against the always lethal Rated RKO, teaming up tonight even after their little lover's spat last week."

"Those two bicker more than a married couple," Chris said. "I hope that they can coexist for the match tonight or they're going to be screwed."

"Not to mention Shawn and Cena aren't getting along too well these days."

"Well, with Shawn you've got to watch your back and look over your shoulder because ninety percent of the time, he's tuning up the band. Cena has been the victim of that a few times, I wouldn't expect differently tonight, especially if they lose."

"Too true," JR said, "but first we've got the Women's Champion, Mickie James against Victoria."

"Mickie James just recently captured the title from Melina, so she's eager to make sure that she keeps the belt."

Chris was ready to call the action, almost forgetting that there was someone on the other end when the voice started up again, "You sound so sexy while you're announcing. You know what it makes me want to do, Chris? It makes me want to come down to the ring, and let you take me, just fuck me right then and there, everyone watching, me having an orgasm right there in the middle of the ring, riding your dick so hard, do you want that, Chris?"

He gulped and continued to call the action, "Mickie going in for a backbreaker, that looked brutal for Vic."

"My mouth is watering right now just thinking about your cock in my mouth, I'd love to suck you dry," Stephanie said, trying to stifle her giggle as she watched the camera that focused on Chris and JR. Nobody but her and the crew in the trucks could see him right now, and it was cracking her up. He looked kind of stricken, but he was trying to hide it.

He kind of looked like a deer caught in headlights, actually, now that she thought about it.

"Chris, I've got a couple fingers inside of me right now, and I'm so wet for you, do you want to taste me? Mmm, I just did and I taste good, I want you go down on me right now, maybe we could help each other out, I'll suck your dick and you can eat me, I think that's fair, right, and then you can fuck me through the floor if you wanted to, any way you want me, from behind sounds nice, don't you think, you can pound into me, and hold my tits while you're doing it hard, I have nice tits, Chris…I think you'd like them, you mentioned you liked implants right, well, I've got them, and your tongue on mine right now sounds heavenly."

Stephanie saw her father walking down the hallway and her eyes widened. "I've got to go gorgeous, but if you figure out who this is, I'll give you a reward by sucking your cock, bye."

She took off the headphones quickly, pushing the buttons off that she had pushed on, and scurried off in the other direction to avoid her father so he wouldn't know she was even here after he left. If Chris came back here and asked Vince who was here, it would do her no good to have her father rat her out. It wasn't that she honestly wanted to have sex with Chris, not at all, she just liked to have fun with him. It was funny to her, and she knew, deep down, that it was cruel, but her life was so boring she needed to inject something into it.

And hadn't Chris always said he wanted to give Vitamin C shots?

Chris leaned back against his announcer's chair as the show ended at the fans dissipated. JR shook his hand after a great night, and Chris smiled and thanked him. He closed his eyes as he let the emptiness of the arena wash over him. That woman, he didn't know, but the things she was saying to him, well, first of all, they all belonged in a porno or something she was so graphic, and she didn't seem like she was going to stop either, and he could just picture the scenarios. If she kept this up, he was seriously going to screw the next female he came across. He hated that she was interfering with her work. How the hell did Vince get away to let her talk on the headphones? He was getting all hot and bothered again, so he stood up and went to go backstage to get his things and then go back to his hotel room and relieve himself if he had to.

He was walking backstage when he saw Stephanie walking and he jogged to catch up to her, "Hey, Stephanie, can I talk to you a second?"

She froze. Oh God, if she had been caught, she would be embarrassed. The things she said…she didn't even talk that way around Paul, let alone someone she had never been intimate with and had only kissed for stage purposes. She gulped, feeling like all the world could hear her swallow and she turned slowly, putting on a cool mask for Chris. He stopped in front of her and noted how she was looking a little pale.

"Yes…" Her voice sounded flimsy.

"Yeah, okay, so I think someone is playing a practical joke on me," Chris said. "And I was wondering if you knew anything about it."

He didn't know it was her.

She wanted to rejoice, but instead, she shrugged and looked at him with doe eyes, "Really, like what kind of practical joke?"

"Well, there's this woman, and I know it's a woman, trust me, and she's been…getting on the headphones and talking to me during the broadcasts."

"Okay, and that's bad how?" She wanted to hear him say it. She caught him blushing a little bit as he rubbed his forehead like he didn't want to tell her. Little did he know that she knew exactly what had been said to him.

"It's a little…graphic, but basically about sex and having sex with me, and it's really uncomfortable, do you know anything about it? Have you seen anyone messing around with the equipment, I just, I fear that it's going to interfere with my job."

"Oh, I don't know anything about that," she lied coolly. "But I'll keep an eye out, that's really terrible."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just…I want to know who it is, it's really disruptive."

"I bet," she said sympathetically.

"Thanks, Steph," he said, smiling. Hopefully she could help him find out who was behind this, and then he'd show whoever it was what it was like to get harassed like that. He just knew that the voice was pretty deep, husky almost, and that she had breast implants, so that narrowed it down to…no, that didn't narrow it down at all, and that was frustrating. It could be anyone of the divas, and most of the stagehands, any one of them could've been the perpetrator. He just wanted to know. If he had turned around…he would've known.

Because there was Stephanie, smiling triumphantly.