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Disclaimer: I don't own JQ or the JQ2000 team. Alexis does and I borrowed 
with her permission and started this latest challenge she handed me out. 
CAn you believe I go asking her for it, ::grin:: I never learn. Since she 
isn't on the ML, this is for her. We love you Lex. Better yet! It's for all
those Oldfriends who are no longer on the ML :) I love you all.

Title:Twists of Fate
Category: DBN!!!! HR, a bit of H, 2K, ALT
Summery: What happens when you put Jonny and Mishelle in the same story?
Heh heh....you didn't expect anyothere did you?


	CHAPTER ONE

	"Peter, I asked you, rather I begged you to give me this story. I
really need it. You know what Simon thinks of me. HE thinks I'm a kid with
rippening talents. I need to bring up my reputation." Mishelle Taylor Jenks 
pleaded.
	It was at that moment she decided that life was not always what it 
was cut out to be.An investigative reporter sounded interesting, but only if
you came across a story that would spreadd across the globe. And if you could
hang on to it.
	She found it and lost it.
	"taylor, i would love to help you." The editor leaned back and 
sighed."Infact I personally went and spoke to Simon. There is no way you can
have this story. The reporter won't give it up."
	"Who's the hotshot anyway?"Mishelle droppedinto the chair across his 
desk and crossed her legs; her forehead frowning in anger.
	Peter reached into his drawer and threw a news paper article at her.
She picked it up and raised an eyebrow.A pair of intense blue eyes gazed back
at her. His  mouth was twisted in a smirk and his blonde hair flopped into 
his eyes."Creep!" she stated.
	Peter laughed."you don't even know him." He leaned over and took the
artice from her. He sighed and began to read, "Three days agoan ambitious 
young reporter named Jonthan Benton Quest uncovered a scandle in the State 
senate. Senator Wlaker, the well known funder and spokes person for the 
Bioengineering Reaserch Lab was arrested for funding the illegal abuse of 
human test subjects. After two days of working on the leads, Mr Quest finally
located an former employee who testified in court yesterday> What started as
a simple story in the developments of bioegineering became a battlef or 
humanity anll we know of it. Thanks to Mr. Quest...,"
	"Oh stop, I've hard enough." Mishelle huffed.

	"And becasue of Jonathan Benton Quest'f firm belief in his findings, 
Virginia can now rest assured that thier children are safe and can play as
they once did." JOnny finished and flashed a grina t his friend.
	"Please stop! You're making me sick." Jessie gave his head a whack
and picked up her coffee.
	"Hey come on! i worked hard to get this far. I'm not like you." He
grinned.
	Jessie narrowed her eyes. "And what did I do?"
	Jonny raised an eyebrow. "You went out and trapped the head of a
contravercial company. You don't  even need to go looking for a story."
	Jessie glared."Bryce was framed and I proved it didn't I? I didn;t
trp him, he came along willingly."She shook a warning finger at him.
	Bryce had been accused of emblezzelment and Jessie, the head of the 
investigative department of Police, helped him clear his name. Falling in
love was a bonus she was enjoying.
	Jonny raised his hands in surrender. "I rest my case." he leaned 
back and stretched.
	"What about your new story?" Jessie poured herself some more coffee 
and sat doen next to him on the kitchen counter.
	Jonny sighed.It's the hardest one I've ever had.Miss Monchere is 
scared she won;t talk.I have a dead person, a cracked skull and no suspects.
Only the coronor report says that was not the wound from the fall that he 
alledgedly had in his bathroom.Someone hit him over the head and made it look
like he fell.He was in the shower with his clothes one, lying ther like a 
dead fish and they expect me to believe he fell in the bathtub all by his 
little self?"He jumped off and strolled over to the fridge.
	"Who's the reporter after your tail?"Jessie asked as he ducked in.
	"Some moron named Taylor. He wants my cake."His voice came out 
drowned, but angry."And I don't let anyone eat my cake!"

To be continued.....heh heh

Death threats anyone???