Chapter 14

Before she knew it, two weeks flew by and it was her first night on the job in the WWF.

Geneva stepped out of her silver Honda Insight, wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a white sleeveless top and white Skechers on her feet. Her hair flowed down her back, a dark blue headband on top of her head for style. Taking a deep breath, carrying just her purse inside –she'd checked into the hotel prior to coming to the arena- Geneva flashed her work badge at the guard and walked inside the Rose Garden Arena. The chaos hadn't changed was Geneva's first observation as soon as she stepped inside, ocean blue eyes wide.

"Come on already, move!" Snapped a brown haired woman from behind, rolling her eyes with a snort. "Jackie, wait up! Dumb bitch." She stormed by, disappearing with another woman.

"Have to move quick if you don't want to get plowed." Dwayne said, appearing behind Geneva with a wide smile. "It's good to see you again, Geneva."

Smirking, Geneva felt her cheeks flush slightly and nodded. "You too, Dwayne. I was wondering if you remembered me." Glad to see a familiar face, Geneva moved to stand against the wall, staying out of the way for the other Superstars and Divas. "Just like old times."

"Of course I remember you. Hard to forget a beautiful woman." Dwayne winked, laying on the charm playfully. "Have you told Mick about working here yet?"

"Yes, we had a long talk about it and I think he's happy I'm here. I also think he's going to be overprotective, so watch yourself and that flirting." Geneva nudged him playfully, an enigmatic smile crossing her glossy lips.

Dwayne held his hands up, brown eyes wide. "Friends only, I'm a married man. Anyway, I gotta get going, but Mick should be running around here somewhere. If you need help…"

"I'll be fine, Dwayne. Thank you for the concern and, if you see that Uncle of mine, tell him I'm here." She walked off, keeping close to the wall and went to find Larry's office.

Dwayne watched her walk away and tensed, turning his head to look behind him, eyes narrowing. "What's up, Deadman?" He demanded, hating how this man set his nerves on edge and frowned when he just abruptly walked away. "Weirdo…"

"You seen Taker?"

"Yeah, but I'm not telling you where. Put down the chain, Steve." Larry ordered, folding his arms in front of his chest.

Steve arched an eyebrow, grinning. "What? This thing, son? It's just for decoration is all. I'm not going to use it on anyone. That'd just be wrong."

"Why don't I believe that?" Larry's gaze moved to the door, grinning from ear to ear as Geneva Foley stepped into the room. "Well I'll be damned!"

"Hey Larry." She greeted, laughing when he lifted her up and spun her around in circles, setting her back on her feet. "I didn't think you'd remember me that well."

"Are you kidding? You were the best assistant I ever had and now you're here FULLTIME. If it wasn't considered sexual harassment, I'd kiss you right now." Larry laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Welcome on board, finally."

"Yeah finally." Her ocean blue eyes moved to where her patient from UWMC stood, flashing a warm smile. "Hello again, Steve."

Steve was confused, looking between her and Larry, wondering how the hell they knew each other. "Hey…" His ice blue eyes silently asked the question burning on his tongue.

"This is Geneva Foley – Mick Foley's niece." Larry introduced formally, watching as Steve's eyes nearly fell out of his skull and chuckled. "She worked temporarily with me two years ago and then left. Have you seen Mick yet?"

"No, I ran into Dwayne as soon as I got here and told him to have Uncle Mick come here whenever he could."

"Wait a damn minute…" Steve's head was spinning, rubbing his bald head. "So…Dwayne knew you the whole time at the hospital?"

Geneva grinned, nodding. "Apparently so, he just didn't want to say anything, I guess." She didn't really think anything of it and missed the stormy look that crossed Steve's eyes. "Anyway, I'm here and ready to get started, Larry."

Larry however didn't miss that look, nodding. "Sure thing. Steve, no hunting down Taker. Save it for the ring." That was his way of dismissing the man from his office, turning his full focus on Geneva.

Steve stalked out of Larry's office, determined to hunt down Dwayne and use the chain on him instead.

It didn't take Geneva long to get the hang of how Larry did things and where everything in the office was. It was just like old times and Geneva was an even faster learner nowadays. Came with the territory of being an intern at one of the best teaching hospitals in the country. A few hours of training and Geneva had her first patient, setting him down on the medical examination table, clearly seeing the problem.

"Okay, there won't be any scarring, you're lucky."

Geneva checked over the deep laceration on the side of Jeff Hardy's face, sifting through his rainbow colored hair. He had a ladder match that night and the edge of it caught him right in the cheek, busting him open. Being extreme definitely took its toll, but blood didn't bother Geneva as she began stitching the laceration with a smile.

"Trust me, I worked with one of the best plastic surgeons in the country and picked up a few tricks. Your face is in good hands." She winked, finishing him off and placed a huge bandage over it, sending him on his way, slipping the bloody gloves off.

So far that night, Geneva had a dislocated shoulder, several staples and stitches, a broken heel - she had to send to the hospital for- and a broken nose. Reminded her of the pit back at UWMC, only much less chaotic and controlled, no deaths either. Geneva felt her phone vibrate against her hip and pulled it out, grinning at the name flashing back at her.

"You didn't call me." Was the first thing out of Lance's mouth, the worry evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry DAD, I was a little busy trying to get acclimated to my new job." She retorted, thankful Larry wasn't in the office at the moment. "Missing me already?"

Lance scoffed, taking a sip of his bottled water. "What the hell do you think?" Truth be told, Geneva was his only friend, though Lance would never admit that to anyone. "It's miserable without you, Gen."

"Well it's nice to know I'm missed." Geneva teased, hearing the pain in Lance's voice. "If it's any consolation, I miss my buddy too. How's Callie taking the news?"

"She's a complete bear and is demanding to know when you'll be back." Lance chuckled, shaking his head. "I swear, she took this harder than me and I've known you longer!"

"It's a woman thing, besides we're like sisters." Geneva walked over to sit on the examination table, swinging her legs back and forth absentmindedly. "I get a day off in about a month, according to my schedule because Larry wants to train me as much as he can before the next pay-per-view event. They are always crazy around here." She knew that better than anyone.

"Damn, that seems like forever." Lance sighed, running a hand through his short cropped hair. "Listen, if there's anything you need, anything at all…"

Geneva smiled tenderly, hearing a knock at the door. "You'll be the first one I call. Listen I gotta go, someone is here. I'll call you in a few days."

"Take care of yourself, Gen."

"You too, Lance." Geneva hung up just as the door opened and a squeal sounded from her mouth upon seeing Uncle Mick. "Finally!" She tossed her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and blinked back tears from stinging her eyes.

Mick did the same thing, holding his niece tightly against him and couldn't believe she was here. Colette had sat him down and talked about Geneva's job offer because, honestly, he'd been upset about it at first. Then she made him see the light, like always, stating that Geneva took this job for herself and nobody else, especially Steve Williams. That wasn't going to stop Mick from having a conversation with the boy because Geneva was like a daughter to him and he really didn't want her fraternizing with any of the wrestlers.

"Can't breathe…" Geneva wheezed, grinning when Mick instantly released her and tweaked his nose. "It's so good seeing you. How've you been?"

"Been good for the most part, sweetheart." Mick replied, looking around the office and could tell she was on somewhat of a break. "How's your first night? Excited to be back?"

"It's different." Geneva admitted, stepping out into the hallway with Uncle Mick and closed the door behind her, leaning against the wall. "Things have changed around here, haven't they?"

Mick nodded solemnly, placing a hand on her shoulder and could see the tears in her eyes. "Gen…" He sighed, pulling her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Colette told me you called her as soon as my match with Taker ended at King of the Ring. I'm sorry I worried you, sweetheart." He knew that's why she was emotional and felt her arms tighten around him, hating to see her in pain.

"I'm just glad you're safe." She whispered, reluctantly pulling back and wiped some stray tears away from her face. "I tried getting time off because I was worried sick about you, but Aunt Colette told me it wasn't necessary. I shouldn't have listened, but…I was busy with the stupid internship."

Mick nodded in understanding, running his finger down her cheek with a goofy smile. "I'm still here though, standing proud and alive. And now I'm teaming with Rocky, so it's even better!" He had plans for his tag-team partner, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"Wait, what?" Geneva blinked, raising a brow and glanced to the side just as Dwayne walked up to them. "You two…"

Nodding enthusiastically, Mick laughed at the look on his niece's face. "Hey, nobody's better than the Great One after all. Who better than to have on my side?"

"But you two…" Now Geneva was REALLY confused. "In January…"

"Oh that." Mick waved her off dismissively, clapping Dwayne on the shoulder. "That was child's play, Gen."

"If you say so, Foley." Dwayne replied, wearing one of his flashy shirts with sunglasses over his eyes, arching his infamous brow at his partner. "I still don't understand why creative stuck us together, but the fans are eating it up. Best to give them what they want, I suppose."

"Damn right! The Rock-N-Sock Connection!" Mick had come up with the name and grinned proudly, puffing his chest out a little. "And the best part is I get to steal his lines."

Dwayne scowled good-naturedly, though he lifted his sunglasses up long enough to wink at Geneva. "The Rock is gonna shove his boot up your candy ass if you don't knock it off." He tried slipping into character and smiled when Geneva began laughing.

"The Rock-N-Sock Connection?" Geneva echoed, holding her side because they were making her crack up laughing and it felt amazing since she hadn't laughed in a while. "I'm going to venture a guess and say that's your creation, Uncle Mick."

"You got it!" He did the thumbs up with twinkling blue eyes. "Just wait until you see everything I have in store for our team, it'll blow you away."

"Or sky high." Dwayne added, a hint of disdain in his voice. "That's AFTER your knee surgery."

"SHHHHH not NOW, Rocky." Mick scolded, frowning when Geneva folded her arms in front of her chest and groaned, knowing he was in for a lecture now. "Gen…"

"What knee surgery?" She demanded, not disappointing him and watched as Dwayne immediately walked away, leaving them alone. "You have to have surgery on your knee?"

Mick sighed warily, nodding. "Yeah, I just didn't want to bring it up your first night here."

Geneva hated it when Uncle Mick kept things from her, especially when they involved him going under the knife. "When is it?" She asked in a softer voice, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I don't know yet, haven't scheduled it. Had an MRI a few weeks back and they said it's gonna have to be soon. I'm going to set it up soon because it's killing me. I just want to continue with this Rock-N-Sock Connection storyline a little while longer." Mick didn't want to give it up and knew, if he left now, it would be squashed. "Definitely before Summerslam." It was moving into July and the pay-per-view wasn't until late August.

"Please get it taken care of as soon as you can because I really don't want to see you pain." Geneva pleaded, looking up when Larry approached them and smiled. "Enjoy your lunch, boss?"

Larry chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her curls playfully. "Stop calling me that, shorty." He ordered, nodding at Mick as they shook hands. "How's your knee?"

Mick smiled sheepishly, laughing at his niece's scowl. "Larry, you shouldn't touch her hair. Geneva is very picky when it comes to her hair." He chastised, stepping into the office. "And it's throbbing, was hoping you'd take a look at it for me."

"Sure, hop on up and let's see what's going on." Larry patted the examination table, not minding Geneva being in the room and smiled as she held her Uncle's hand. "Same spot?"

Mick nodded, grimacing a little when a twinge shot up from his kneecap to his thigh, closing his eyes. "It tickles…" He muttered, feeling his niece's apprehension and knew she was worried about him.

Larry finished, sighing heavily. "Mick, you can't keep wrestling on that knee. It'll give out on you and then you'll really be in some shit." He scrawled a name on a piece of paper, handing it to Mick. "If I were you, I'd call Doctor Andrews in Birmingham and book an appointment this week. You need to get this surgery done and he'll have you back on your feet in no time."

"Before Summerslam?" Mick had to be back for a very important reason, one he wouldn't share with his niece.

"If you get it taken care of now, then I don't see why not." Larry replied, wishing the man would retire already because he really had nothing left to prove in the squared circle. "Now get on outta here so I can continue training your niece on her new job." He was extremely thrilled to have Geneva back as his partner again, winking in her direction.

"No flirting, Larry." Mick ordered, wagging his finger disapprovingly. "You're too old for her."

Geneva promptly walked over and slammed the door in Uncle Mick's face, shaking her head. "He's such a jokester." She then proceeded to listen to what Larry wanted to teach her next, soaking the knowledge up and hoped Uncle Mick followed doctor's orders for once.