"We got away with that didn't we?" Clementine asked Jay as she drove them away from Orlando International Airport in her Range Rover. She was referring to the fact that neither of them had been recognised by any wrestling fans in chance encounters. That was owed in large part to the fact that Jay had been wearing a hoodie with the hood up over his head and Clem had been wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Now that they were in the car, only the cap remained.

"Thankfully, yes. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Clem. Very kind of you."

"It's no trouble. I was looking forward to seeing you. Lexi is too."

"She is?" Jay asked, somewhat surprised. He reminded himself that although Clem liked to use the name Lexi for Alexa, she had advised him not to.

"Yeah, she enjoyed the last time you visited. I think we all did?"

"Absolutely," he said, and he meant it. Once he had gotten over the worst of his anxiety over being around an expert statement and body language analyst, he had found Alexa's company fun and enjoyable, as was Clem's. He felt like in time he might consider them both friends, and he regretted that Erin wouldn't do the same because the personal warmth was not there between her and Clem.

"She's working from home today, so she'll be there when we arrive. We've been trying to figure out what you want to talk to both of us about."

"And how did that go?" he asked, giving nothing away.

"Our best guess is you're going to ask us to do a photoshoot together."

"I see," Jay said, enjoying keeping his big secret.

Clem glanced at him, grinning. "Seriously? Not even a hint?"

"We'll be at your place soon, and we'll have the conversation. I'm sorry I can't stay for very long this time."

"Ah, don't worry. It's good that you're going to spend time with Raquel and Z. It's hard to get quality time with friends when you work for WWE."

Jay felt thankful for the lighter travel schedule he had these days. But even with that, it was still tough to spend much time with his best friend. "I wish I got to spend more time with Raquel. You know how close we are."

"Of course," Clem said warmly.

But not close enough, Jay thought. That was the main thing he wanted to address with today's visit. He wanted Raquel to open up to him about her past and her military service, so that he could start to know her as deeply as she knew him. He wanted her to trust him with everything about her life. Was that realistic? He didn't know. And he also didn't know how to begin the kind of conversation he wanted to have. He could hardly come out with 'Tell me about your childhood trauma' or 'Tell me about killing people in the army'. Even he wasn't that socially awkward.

"It should be a nice time," he said.

"Are you spending the night there?"

"Yes. Flying back tomorrow. It's actually scary how much I've started to get used to not having to fly commercial. I hated it today. I think Erin should have flown commercial to L.A. and let me take the WWE jet."

He was joking of course, and Clem laughed. Erin was in L.A. for a hugely important meeting with Netflix executives, who were interested in a deal to stream Monday Night Raw. If it happened, the multi-year deal would be worth billions of dollars. Jay didn't like thinking about that kind of thing. The amounts of money involved were frightening.

It wasn't much longer before Clementine pulled the Range Rover onto her driveway and parked up behind Alexa's BMW. Jay started feeling nervous again, thinking about being in the presence of an FBI interrogator and body language expert. That was a hell of a job to have. If it came down to Alexa having to give that up in order to take the WWE role, he assumed his idea would fall on its face. There was only one way to find out.

"I'm dying for a coffee," Clem said as they approached the house. She opened the front door and led the way inside.

"Coffee sounds good to me," Jay said. He felt like he needed something to pick him up after the flight.

"Lexi!" Clem called out.

"Hi!" came Alexa's voice from the back of the house, where her office was. Within moments she walked through the living room and out into the hallway. "Was the traffic bad?"

"No, it was good actually," Clem said, and they kissed each other gently, lovingly on the lips. Jay found himself feeling happy for them because their relationship was so strong. The love between then was pure and real, like his with Erin.

Next, Alexa approached him and smiled broadly, looking genuinely pleased to see him. "Jay, hi. Glad you could stop by. How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, Alexa. How are you?" he asked, not confident enough to go for a hug or a peck on the cheek. He sensed the same uncertainty from her. They were not close enough yet.

"Doing fine, thanks. Long week, but nothing overly dramatic."

"Who wants coffee?" Clem asked. "Then Jay can tell us his big idea. I tried getting it out of him in the car, but I got nowhere. You're going to have to teach me some interrogation techniques, babe."

"Please don't do that," Jay said, and they all laughed. It served as a nice moment to break what little ice might have needed breaking.

The group went through to the kitchen. As Clem got to work on the coffee machine, Jay noticed Alexa yawn.

"Long week, you said?"

"Yeah. I've been down in Miami all week. Big money laundering case. I did nine interviews in four days with one of the main culprits. Wound up getting a full confession out of him, but it took it out of me."

"Congratulations. Sounds like you did a great job."

"Thank you."

As scary as the whole interrogation, or interview as she called it, process was in Jay's mind, part of him wished he could see Alexa go about her work. This pretty little woman coaxing confessions out of hardened criminals would be a sight to see. And coaxing was the right word. She had explained to him before how yelling, making threats and pounding fists on the table happened only in the realms of TV. In reality, the goal was to have a conversation with the suspect and get them to reveal what they knew or had done.

Nine interviews in four days though. Jay was glad he wasn't a criminal because he knew Alexa would make mincemeat out of him. She was sharp and intelligent to an extent that way outmatched him, and he realised he would do well to remember that if she took the job he was here to offer. She could bring more to the table than a pretty face. He found himself really hoping that she did well in promo class, if things went that far. He had been given somewhat of a free reign by Erin, and his creative juices were flowing. What if he could portray Alexa as the mastermind behind the whole group of her, Clem, Raquel and Kylie?

"Here you go," Clem said, handing him a cup of coffee. He realised he hadn't been paying the least bit of attention to the conversation. Luckily Clem and Alexa had been speaking to each other, not to him.

Drinks in hand, the group made for the living room, where Jay sat down across from Clem and Alexa who settled in together on a couch.

"The floor's all yours, Jay. Hit us with your idea," Clem said.

"It's not a photoshoot," he said, remembering that guess being mentioned in the car.

"Damn. I was working myself up to that idea," Alexa said.

Just go for it, Jay thought, so glad that he had a lot more confidence lately. "Maybe you can work up to this one," he began, before going on to outline his vision for Alexa's proposed role with WWE in the same way he had done when originally pitching it to Erin. As he spoke, he saw intrigue and excitement in both women's faces. That was a very good sign.

"Of course I realise you already have a job and I assume you're not going to want to quit it, so this may be a non-starter. But I liked the idea so much I wanted to pitch it to you both in person."

"Wow," Alexa said, seemingly lost for any other words for the moment. For that reason, Clem spoke next.

"The first thing I want to say is that image you painted of the Final Boss with Raquel, Kylie and Lexi, that's straight fire. No doubt about it. What do you think, babe?"

"I agree. Totally. The last thing I expected right now was to be receiving an offer of a job on TV. Jay, what would I need to do? Would it just be hanging around with Clem in backstage segments? Because I have no experience at all with acting or anything like that."

This was one of the key moments that would decide if the idea went anywhere. "Here's the thing. We can't take you on just to do things like that. If we hire you, we'll need you to be able to cut promos when necessary. So if you're interested in the job, we'll need you to go to the PC and take promos classes, and we'll need good feedback about your ability before we offer you a contract."

"What do you think, Clem?" Alexa asked, looking to her girlfriend for advice in a way that Jay found endearing, and endearment wasn't an emotion that came easily to him unless Erin was the one inspiring it.

"There's a lot to consider, babe. Having you with me on-screen sounds amazing. Nothing would make me happier. And I think you'll be great at promos. You're an excellent actress, as I know well from when we role-play. Sorry if that's too much info, Jay."

"You stopped short of too much info," he assured her, unable not to wonder what role-play they got up to.

"I'd be up for giving promo classes a try, and the idea of being on TV doesn't intimidate me. The biggest problem I can see is that I don't want to quit working with the FBI. Getting this job took years of hard work and I'm not prepared to walk away from it."

Jay nodded. "I respect that." And he meant it. Her job might frighten the life out of him, but he knew that what she had must be a remarkable talent.

"You do a lot of working from home," Clem pointed out. "You could do that work on the road on Mondays. There are always empty offices at the arenas and a lot of hours to kill before Raw goes live. It's whether or not the FBI will be flexible with you."

"It'll take some tough negotiating if it's going to happen. One possibility is for me to leave the FBI and set myself up as a consultant instead. As you said, Clem, there's lot to think about."

"There are also negative aspects to being on TV," Clem said. "Sadly, there are quite a lot of odd people among wrestling fans. We'll be playing heels, so there will be people who hate you because they think the storylines are real. I've got a large fan base too, so you'll get hate, maybe even death threats from lunatics who are jealous that you're with me. It's next level mental illness."

"Babe, I already get that."

"You do?" Clem asked, obviously surprised.

"Yeah. Not death threats because I'd have taken legal action if that happened, but I got nasty comments. That's why my social media has been private for like a year. That was the easiest way to not have to deal with it."

"God, Lexi. Why didn't you say?"

Alexa shrugged. "There's nothing you could do about it, and I dealt with it. I think we should take some time to properly talk over all of this. That's okay I assume, Jay?"

"Of course. I didn't expect an answer today. Do you think you could let me know by this time next week? There are things we need to put in place if you decide you want to take the promo classes."

"Will do," Alexa promised. "Whichever way the decision goes, thank you so much for considering me for the role and offering it to me. Clem has always spoken highly of you, and I can see why."

"You're a good man, Jay," Clem added. "I've said it before, I'll say it again: Thank you for everything you've done for me since you took over creative for the women's division, and even more so since you became my agent. It's all greatly appreciated."

"You're welcome," he replied, surprised that he didn't feel more awkward in the face of the compliments and gratitude. "I enjoy working with you, Clem. And Alexa, I think you can add a lot to the storyline if things all fall into place. Bottom line, we can all work together to draw a lot of money. Hey, we didn't talk money!"

"You're right, we didn't," Alexa said, and all three of them laughed.

"We can off you two hundred grand a year, again that's if the guys at the PC like the look of you in promo class."

"That's a lot more than I make with the FBI. A lot more."

Jay was glad she hadn't mentioned the fact that Clem's salary was two million. Clem's importance to the company was in no way comparable to anything Alexa could offer. And Alexa was smart enough to know that.

"It's a good offer," Clem said, demonstrating her own intelligence. "We'll talk it all over at length and get back to you."

A/N: Next time, Jay is at Raquel's place with the goal of getting her to open up to him more about her past. Will he succeed?