So how did everyone like Wrestlemania? I was a little disappointed tbh, but Punk/Taker was worth the money. I was going to update last night but I was so tired and my internet was being fickle so I waited.

This chapter is definitely RATED M so you've been warned. It's the first time I've written any actual SMUT so let me know what you think, I'm kind of nervous. Thanks to everyone that reviewed last chapter! Big hugs to everyone! :)

"AJ,

What is it about men like John Cena that women find so attractive? Is it their power and influence, their charm? Perhaps it is even so shallow as to be their handsome looks and large bank accounts. Surely it can not be their ability to protect the people they love. If it were that, how do you explain me being able to get into your car and deliver this to you unnoticed? In the company that put him on that pedestal nonetheless. I have no patience for men like him. They think they are entitled to everything when in truth they are nothing but greedy boys - children. It pains me that you do not see past his disguise. That is why I have decided to help you. I will prove to you that no matter how big or how powerful the man, they all have a breaking point. I have the ability to get to you any time, any place and I will do so as I please. Do you think The Face of the WWE can protect you outside the ring? It is a question that shall soon be answered. Until next time."

Maria had read and reread the hand written letter at least a dozen times. The intricate script matched that of the other letters the victims had received. She had already spoken to Graham and he was coordinating things with the local police department to have any evidence shipped to their own lab for analysis. The private lab they contracted to would be able to run tests that the local P.D. hadn't even heard of, increasing their chances of finding something the stalker left behind. John had checked the car before it was towed and confirmed that nothing looked out of place besides the one missing plastic toy. He had also asked to read the letter, but Maria denied his request stating that she had things under control and didn't want any unnecessary rumors getting started.

The show had ended a half hour ago and Maria was packing her things up in the locker room with Eve. John and AJ had left earlier with Layla and Kofi and the other girls had already headed out as well. "I can't believe the guy actually showed up here." Eve was saying as she zipped her duffel bag.

"It's not unusual for a stalker to start getting bolder with time." Maria answered, her voice clinical.

"Okay, but still. He was here. Doesn't that freak you out?" Eve asked, stopping and looking at Maria.

"No."

"How?" Eve's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Because I deal with people like this all the time, Eve. He is delusional and probably mentally unstable with an inability to face reality, but he is human and he bleeds just like you or me." Maria responded. Now she knew why she didn't get involved with the people she was woking for. They never understood how things worked; how her mind worked. The people they feared were the people she hunted down for a living. Fear was an emotion she could not afford to feel. "Look, I really need to get some work done tonight. I'll work out transportation to Cincinnati. There's no point in me keeping you up again."

Eve looked a little startled at her sudden mood swing, but didn't argue. "Okay. I'll see you later then."

"Bye." Maria sighed when she heard the door click shut behind Eve. She could have been a little nicer about asking for some space, but it was the truth. She had to figure out this guy's next move and stop him from getting so close again. If that meant alienating herself for a while, then that's what she would do. Standing she grabbed her bags and headed for the door just as it was opened. She shouldn't have been surprised to find Phil on the other side, but the sight of him made her heart rate pick up its pace.

"Looks like I caught you just in time." Phil greeted.

"In time for what?" Maria asked, cocking her hip out to the side and resting her bag on it.

"In time to ask if you happened to need a ride."

Maria stared at him. 'How did he?...Eve.' The girl just didn't know when to give up. So much for getting some alone time. "Funny you should ask because I was just about to call a cab."

"Perfect. It'll save you the wait and the cash." Phil grinned, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

Maria huffed and walked past him out the door. "Don't act like you just happened to stop by. In case you've forgotten, part of my job description is reading people."

Phil laughed and jogged to catch up, taking her bag from her. "Can't a guy just help a girl out?"

Maria looked over at him and scoffed. "Not in my experience."

"Well, I'll have to prove you wrong then."

"Ha. Good luck."

Phil led them to his bus, one of the few remaining vehicles in the parking lot. The temperature had taken a nose dive and Maria hurried to climb the bus's steps and get out of the cold. An older man, probably in his late 50s, was sitting behind the wheel and he smiled at her.

"Maria, this is Tony: the world's greatest driver." Phil introduced.

"Hi." Maria blushed thinking of what it must look like for her to be running into a man's tour bus at midnight and wondered if it happened often.

"Pleasure to meet you, Maria." Tony greeted, shaking her hand.

Maria tucked her head in embarrassment before retreating into the living area where she had been earlier that morning. She heard Tony and Phil exchange a few words, but couldn't make out what they were and then she was joined by Phil who shut the door separating the cab from the rest of the bus.

"He seems nice." Maria said.

"Yeah he's a great guy. He's been driving with me since I got the thing." Phil sat their bags down. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'll just have water." Maria folded herself into one of the seats at the small table and wrung her hands together. Phil handed her a bottle of water and sat down on the couch across the aisle from her. Maria turned her back to the window so she could face him. "So, do you do this often?"

"Do what?" Phil asked, confused.

"Have girls on your bus late at night." Maria was past being shy at this point. It had been a long day and all she really wanted were some honest answers from the guy she might be falling for.

Phil laughed. Actually laughed at her question and Maria's face scrunched up into a scowl. "You're really trying to find an excuse aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Maria huffed, turning away from him.

"You have been trying to find an excuse to not let me in since we met. I may not have a degree in psychology, but I've been around enough people to pick up a thing or two." Phil said.

Maria turned back to glare at him. "You think you have it all figured out don't you? But, you don't know anything about me."

"I know that you surround yourself with work instead of people, because the job has never let you down and that's all people have ever done. You put up a wall to protect yourself from getting hurt and you act like you don't care when it's so bleedingly obvious that you do. You avoid relationships and friendships when, really, that's all you want: for someone to care about you as much as you care about them." Phil's words cut deep with the truth and it took a few seconds for Maria to respond.

"And how do you know all of this?" Her voice was quiet and she looked the most vulnerable Phil had ever seen her.

"Because I'm the same as you and if you would just let your guard down for one minute you would realize that I like you, Maria. I like you a lot. More than I've liked anyone in a long time." He confessed and the honesty in his words had Maria fumbling with that carefully constructed wall he was talking about.

"This case has to come first."

"If anyone was ever going to understand that, it would be me. I'm kind of a workaholic myself. And they're my friends too. I want this guy behind bars."

"I suppose spending time with you wouldn't be the worst thing I could do." Maria's lips turned up.

"I'll take what I can get." Phil grinned.

"So, how does this work?"

"Well, tomorrow I'm going to take you out on an actual date, but tonight we can do whatever you want to do." Phil said.

"Anything?" Maria raised her eyebrows.

"Anything."

Twenty minutes later they were both watching Piper and Flair go at each other in the squared circle thanks to one of Phil's many wrestling DVDs. Maria was curled against Phil who was talking about how Piper had been a huge influence on his career and how inspired he was by him. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt with him and was discovering she quite liked being in his arms.

"Piper was my dad's favorite." Maria revealed. Phil looked almost as surprised as she felt when the words passed her lips. Sure, she liked Phil, but that didn't mean she had plans to tell him her life story; especially not something as personal as talking about her family.

To Phil's credit, he recovered quickly and replied, "Your dad had good taste."

Maria looked up at him from her position on his chest. "He would have liked you too. He appreciated the guys that said what they were thinking and didn't try and fit in to the typical body builder mold."

"He sounds like my kind of guy."

"He was great." She looked back at the TV screen to avoid Phil's probing gaze.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Phil ventured, expecting Maria to shut him out again, but figuring he would try anyways.

Maria shrugged slightly. "There's not much to talk about. He was a good Dad and we were really close. He always made me feel like such a grown up; letting me help him with his car and stay up late to watch wrestling with him. He worked six days a week at a hardware store his dad had started. I swear he could fix anything." She paused and smiled at the memories. "Mom handled the book keeping for him and one night they were at the store late when a couple kids came in trying to rob the place. I guess they got spooked because they shot them. Dad was killed immediately and Mom didn't make it to the hospital." Maria's voice was distant and her face was vacant of the emotion a person would expect when talking about such a tragedy. "The kids were 16. They got sent to juvie and were out by the time they turned 18. That's why I became a private agent. Sometimes the law just gets in the way. This way the bad guys get what's coming to them without all the red tape."

They were both quiet for several minutes after Maria finished talking. She hadn't realized how long it had been since she had told anyone that story. Probably not since she first met Graham. In a way it was refreshing to have someone else know why she did the things she did. But she was also terrified that her revelation would send Phil running in the opposite direction.

"How old were you?" Phil finally broke the silence.

"Twelve. I went and lived with my grandparents until I turned 18. Once I was a legal adult I got in touch with Graham and joined the agency. The rest is history."

"Wow. That's a really shitty story."

Phil's words shocked Maria into sitting up and looking at him. No one had ever responded to her telling them her parents had been murdered that way. There were the 'sincere apologies' and 'comforting embraces', but never out right honesty. Phil was exactly right, it was a shitty story. In that moment Maria decided that whatever was going on between them was worth exploring even if it did break her own rule and possibly her heart. While all of this was running through her head Phil was starting to look more and more nervous about her silence. She had almost forgotten she hadn't said anything back yet. Not knowing what to say she chose to go back to something that they were both good at and leaned in to press their lips together. This time there was no hesitation from either of them. Maria moved from her position at his side to straddle him for easier access to his soft lips. The new position didn't seem to bother Phil too much as his hands gripped her hips to keep her in place. Maria's hands went to the hem of his shirt and tugged, pulling the material up and over Phil's head. Her eyes traveled over the newly exposed skin; she had seen him shirtless before, he was a wrestler, but she had never had the chance to explore the tattooed skin herself.

Phil noticed where her eyes were glued and he smirked. "See something you like?"

Maria met his gaze and matched his smirk, her fingers tracing the patterns in the ink. "Hmm, maybe." Before Phil could respond her lips were following the path her fingers had just made running a circuit over his chest and shoulders. Phil's grasp tightened on her hips when her tongue traced first one nipple, then the other. He also tried, and failed, to hold back a groan as she slid down lower and placed open mouthed kisses on each letter of his 'Straight-Edge' tattoo arched over his stomach before moving back up to his lips. This time when she settled over him she could feel the evidence of his arousal at the apex of her thighs. Her belly clenched and her pulse quickened; it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. Phil was oblivious to her thoughts as he worked to rid her of her top. Tossing it to the side now he was the one caught staring. She wore a simple silk blue bra and Phil was sure he had a new favorite color.

"See something you like?" Maria teased, a sly smile on her lips.

Just as she had done with him Phil met her gaze before answering. "Definitely." He pulled her head back down to meet him in another heated kiss and flipped them over so that he was now on top, nestled between her legs. The new position pushed his hard member into that one place he wanted to be most and they both moaned at the friction. He quickly unfastened her bra so he could worship her chest the way she had his. Her breast were perfect and all natural and fit in the palm of his hands like they were made to. Maria's head turned to the side and she bit her lip as his hands started massaging the twin peaks. His thumb ran circles around one nipple before tweaking it eliciting a moan from Maria. His mouth found the other breast and he nipped and sucked until Maria's hands were clawing at his back and her hips were thrusting up into his. Taking the hand that wasn't on her breast by the wrist she moved it to the zipper of her pants, an obvious invitation that Phil did not ignore. Turning his attention to her jeans he made quick work of the button and zipper, tugging the skin tight material down her long legs until all she was left in was her matching blue lace panties. The sight caused Phil's cock to twitch. Her hair was spread out over his pillow and her chest was heaving, but the look on her face was the best part. Her eyes were dark with lust and locked on him and if she didn't stop biting that damn lip he was going to bite it for her.

"You're gorgeous." Phil's voice was rough with need.

"And you're overdressed." Maria pointed out.

Phil chuckled. The fact that she managed to stay witty at a time like this made him want her even more. He stood and pushed both his sweatpants and briefs off at the same time allowing his erection to spring free. Maria's eyes zeroed in on his cock almost comically. When she licked her lips it was anything but comical, though and Phil resumed his position above her immediately. Maria leaned up to kiss him again, her smooth legs running down his own as she once again cradled him between her hips. She protested when he pulled away from their kiss, but was not without the feel of his lips on her for long. He made his way down her neck, to her chest, and down her hard flat stomach leaving hot kisses in his wake. When he finally reached his destination Maria stopped breathing completely. He kissed each of her hips bones before tugging the thin lace down and off her legs. His mouth moved back up the inside of her right thigh, stopping just short of where she needed him.

"Please." Maria couldn't remember the last time she had begged for something, but if he didn't give her some relief she would get on her hands and knees.

Phil didn't make her wait any longer. With one long sweep of his tongue he had Maria bowing off the bed. "Fuck!" The word left her lips and she was pretty sure she was no longer in control of her own body. Phil placed his hand flat on her stomach to hold her down. She was a lot more sensitive than he had expected. Slowly he worked her to a fever pitch, adding pressure and then taking it away.

"Phil!" Maria's hands were fisted in the sheets trying to keep herself still. "Fuck don't stop."

Just when she thought she was going to explode from frustration he pressed his tongue against her clit and the hard metal of his tongue ring made her come harder than she had ever before. She couldn't help the scream of pleasure that escaped her lips, totally in her own world and not thinking of the fact they were on a bus with a driver that could probably hear everything going on. Finally she started to come down from the high Phil had given her and opened her eyes. Phil was looking down at her and when she leaned up to give him a soft kiss she could taste herself on his lips. Men had attempted to go down on her before, but no one had ever achieved that kind of result and the thought made her blush. Phil pulled back and smiled. "Don't get shy on me now."

"I don't get shy." Maria insisted once she caught her breath, surprising Phil when she wrapped her legs around his waist and had him on his back in under a second. The look in her eyes told him that he was definitely in for something. "Mind if I return the favor?" She didn't wait for an answer before she was once again trailing kisses down his sculpted chest and abs. Reaching his hip bones she scraped her teeth along the 'V' they made causing Phil to suck in a deep breath. Deciding to save the teasing for later she gently kissed the tip of his cock. Her hand moved to its base before she took his length between her lips and slid down. She would be lying if she said the groan that left Phil wasn't satisfying. She used her hand and lips to stoke the fire that had been simmering since she first kissed him. Relaxing her throat she was able to take him all the way down and when she hummed Phil's hand fisted in her hair trying to tug her away. "I'm gonna cum." Maria smiled and looked up at him from beneath thick lashes silently saying she knew. Closing her lips around him again she moved up, hollowing her cheeks and took him deep into her throat this time swallowing around his cock. The move was all it took and he exploded in her mouth. "Fuuuck!" Phil's hips jerked several times as he came.

She swallowed his cum easily and slowly let him slide from the hot confines of her mouth. Wiping her lips she climbed back up so she was beside him and laid her head on his chest. Phil's breathing was still getting back to normal as he ran his fingers through her long hair. "That was..." He trailed off, not able to formulate the right words.

"Amazing." Maria finished for him.

Phil's chest was finally rising and falling at a normal rhythm when he agreed. "Yeah. To put it lightly."

Maria smiled. "I told you a guy couldn't 'just help a girl out'."

Phil looked down at Maria and shook his head. "Shut up and go to sleep."

Maria giggled, but relaxed against him while he pulled a blanket over them. "Goodnight Phil."

"Goodnight Maria."

Thanks for reading! Please review, I'm kind of nervous about this one. xoxo