"What do you mean the kidnapper took Nora?" Chris exclaimed.
Jeff nodded, "I think that is what happened to her. None of us have seen or heard from her since before the fight earlier tonight. I seriously doubt she would just back out on a match." Chris nodded in agreement. Chris was antsy, the police had done nothing, but then again Jess had to be missing for 48 hours before they would do anything. This thoroughly angered him. "Look, I think.." but Jeff was cut off by the sound of the phone ringing. Chris picked it up, lost in thought. The female voice he heard at the other end of the phone made him jump.
"Jessica, are you okay?" he cried frantically into the phone.
A different, sarcastic voice came onto the phone, "Meet me at the abandoned warehouse at 7:00 p.m. tomorrow night, and everything will be revealed." The phone went dead.
"Hey, what the, this better not be some kind of joke," he growled into the phone. He looked up at Jeff and Matt with a haunted look in his eyes.
"What did the kidnapper say? Was that Jess?" Jeff and Matt asked.
"Jess was on for a split second, then the kidnapper got on the phone. The kidnapper is a girl."
Jeff’s eyes widened. "It’s gotta be Trish right?" he asked, excitement in his voice.
Matt shook his head, "Nah, I doubt it. I know that we would all like to think that Trish is responsible for everything, but not this time." Matt leaned forward, "Speaking of Trish, we could use your help in a little experiment."
Chris’s eyes gleamed in anticipation, "I’m game."
The next morning Matt drove to the hospital to pick up Amy. When he walked in through the emergency doors, he saw Amy in a wheelchair by the receptionist’s desk. "What’d they do, kick you out already," he said with a grin.
"Ha, ha, very funny," she said, and stuck her tongue out at him.
"How ya feeling?" he asked seriously.
"My head aches a little, but I’ve been worse," she replied.
Matt wheeled her out to the parking lot and helped her into the rented SUV. As he started the car he looked over at Amy and noticed how pale she was. "Are you sure you’re up to tonight?"
Slowly, she turned her head to look at him. "You know I am," she said determinedly.
*Let the games begin!* he thought.

Later that night:
Chris, Amy, Matt, and Jeff were sitting in the lobby, "discussing" their upcoming matches. Matt looked out of the corner of his eye, only to see Trish, almost frantically searching for something or rather someone.
"There you are Matt," she gushed. She linked her arm through his. "I’ve been looking everywhere for you."
Amy wanted to gag, "I bet you were," she muttered through clenched teeth. Matt looked at her strangely, but Amy could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was silently telling her to chill, and not blow their cover.
"Continue your discussion," Trish said sweetly.
"Oh we were just telling Chris about our upcoming match with RTC tomorrow night." Matt said casually.
"Oh, I thought you had joined RTC. You were with RTC at the juice bar and everything."
Amy looked at her sharply. "How did you know that?" Matt watched Trish’s reaction closely. He noticed she paled slightly and her hand fluttered to her chest.
*We have her now,* Matt thought gleefully.
"It, it was just a rumor I heard flying around," she stammered.
"Oh, whatever," he said with a shrug. Matt glanced over at Amy. If looks could kill, Trish would have been dead already. Amy was steamed.
*Keep your cool Amy, just till this is over,* he thought to himself.
"Well, anyway, keep going, I want to hear all about your upcoming match with RTC," she exclaimed.
"Well," Matt said excitedly, "Jeff, Amy and I are going to attempt to suplex Bull, while Amy wants to deliver the flying head scissors to Val and Ivory."
"Interesting," Trish said.
Amy could tell from a mile away that her smile was fake. *Too many white, pointy teeth showing,* she thought to herself.
Jeff’s turn was next, "So Trish, what is on your agenda next?" Jeff asked her casually. Everyone was hoping that she would slip up again.
"Well," she said a bit reluctantly, "I’m going to be hanging with Kurt and Iv… Oh, you know what, it’s not that important," she said hastily. "I’d rather hear about you guys."
Amy put a hand to her forehead, "If you’ll excuse me, I uh, need to get some air." Matt narrowed his eyes at her, he was unsure as to whether she really felt bad or if it was just a ploy.
"If you’ll excuse me a minute guys," Matt said. Trish glared at Amy’s retreating form. Jeff and Chris looked at each other, eyebrows raised. Her look did not go unnoticed. Matt went looking for Amy and found her out on the patio, overlooking the lake. "You okay?" he asked.
"I’m fine, I just need some air," she said curtly.
"Alright Amy, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strangely ever since the plane trip." No answer. He sighed, and tried another tactic. "It’s Trish isn’t it?" he asked, in exasperation. She whirled around to face him.
"It’s making me sick, her sickly sweet acting. She’s playing you for a sap!"
"To a point, her innocence act with RTC is a joke, she knows exactly what is going on," he said calmly.
"Oh, please! Don’t tell me you believe her, " ‘I’m the good ship lollipop act’?!"
"She is very… feminine," Matt stated thoughtfully.
"Oh, I’ll bet!" she said storming past Matt.
"Amy, come on," Matt beckoned to her, "it’s not what your thinking!" Matt sighed. *He already admitted to himself that he was attracted to Trish, but something kept him from taking it more seriously. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It was something about Trish. Perhaps deep down he didn’t fully trust her.* He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. He’d have to talk to Amy later, he had business to attend to. By the time he got back to Jeff and Chris, Trish was gone. "She ran off huh?" Matt asked with a knowing grin.
"Yeah, as soon as Chris tried to pump her for more information, she made some lame excuse about meeting Tori for lunch," Jeff said.
"It’s a bunch of bull," Chris said angrily. "I know for a fact that Tori is off today and is visiting her sister. I talked to her last night," he said smugly.
"Good going Chris," Matt said.
"Are you going to be backstage tonight when we kick RTC’s butt?" Jeff asked.
"Uh, no, I have some business of my own to attend to."