Disclaimer: I own no one. All characters are copyrighted to the WWFE Corporation, and I ain't even making a cent for this stuff. So no suing the poor innocent girl!!!

Dedication: Gotta dedicate the third part to my coo friend and awesome FF.net writer The Angel, who is the only one and will remain the only one that knows how I'm taking this story. Thanks for helping me sort out my ideas, girl! (Sorry I didn't call this Sacrificing Stephanie, LoL.)

A/N: Third part, people! Enjoy!!

            Chris felt like shouting, crying, and breaking something in half all at the same time. I said I would protect her. And now look at her—they took her. God, if I weren't so fucking stubborn, she would still be all right. This is my entire fault! His mind kept wandering to the night before.

            He had Booker where he wanted. Suddenly something jumped him from behind, and he faintly heard the bell ring to signal the end of the match. Booker must have been DQed. He didn't mind that until he heard Stephanie's scream. He was hurt then, very badly, because someone had hit him a few more times with the object which stung like a bitch. He managed to look up to see her being carried away by Rhyno.

            He could do nothing, and no one else could either. Matt told him people tried to stop them, but Rhyno had a knife to her throat. There was no way they were going to endanger her that much. So they let him through, and watched her helplessly being dragged away. When he got in back and found out they disappeared with her, he had cried. He never cried, ever.

            And they kept threatening to spill. He was worried sick. What did they want with her? Would they kill her? Hurt her? If they touched her even slightly, he had decided, he would kill all of them. But first he needed a plan to get her back in case she WAS all right.

            He had been thinking all night. He didn't get a wink of sleep. He wasn't going to do anything that would get her hurt, which was probably the only reason he didn't rush them then and there. But there was no plan. There was nothing he could think of. He knew of no way to get her out of the situation. She could be anywhere.

            He jumped at the knock at his door. It was strange, he was half hoping that she would just appear out of no where to run back into his arms. He opened the door and found Lita standing there. She frowned deeply when she saw him. Did he look that bad? Probably. He felt like that.

            "Chris, you look horrible." She commented. He shrugged absently. "Did you sleep at all last night?" The look he shot her said it all. "You not sleeping is not going to help get her back."

            "I can't sleep, I can't eat—" he walked into his hotel room, and Lita followed him in, closing the door behind her. He plopped down on the chair he had been sitting at for the entire night.

            "Listen, you have to calm down." She sat on the bed. "I know you're worried—hell, so am I, so is everyone else—but if you let this get to you, you'll be in no shape to help her."

            "I can't help it, do you blame me? What if Matt had gotten kidnapped, Lita? How would you feel?" he asked, looking at her. Lita sighed.

            "I would feel the same way. I know what you're saying." She shook her head.

            "This is all my fault. If I just listened to her—if I wasn't so fucking stubborn—" He let out a huge sigh.

            "It isn't your fault, so don't think that. Listen, I just got a call from somebody—" she trailed off.

            "Them!?" his head snapped up. Lita shook her head.

            "No. Chris called me."

            "Benoit?" he asked, raising a brow. She nodded.

            "Yeah, he told me he was trying to reach you, but your cell is turned off or something. He's coming here on the next flight." She explained.

            "He is?" he asked, surprised.

            "Yeah. Said something about how it was about fucking time you got a clue, and he wasn't gonna sit around and watch a year's worth of listening to you two argue go down the drain because of some psycho." She shrugged.

            "That's all well and good, but Lita—I've been thinking all night. I can't think of a single way to get her back." He groaned.

            "That's because only you are thinking. Listen, everyone wants her back. Everyone. This could be an entire federation deal. Chris, you've got the best allies in the world. We'll get her back." She swore. "Now listen, Matt and Jeff are downstairs. Chris, come eat lunch with us. Please?"

            "But what if—"

            "You know Stephanie wouldn't want you to die before you have a chance to save her." She responded. All right, she has a point. I just don't feel very—social right now.

            "All right, listen, I'll go." He sighed. "But I don't really feel that—talkative right now."

            "It's all right. You'll still get out of this room, and that's all I want." She paused. "Might want to get a little cleaned up, though."

            "I guess so." He shrugged lightly, pulling himself up. He didn't really care what he looked like, but he knew he didn't want to worry the friends he had that were still with him like that. He grabbed the closest clean pair of clothing and got himself mostly cleaned up.

            "Ready?" she asked. He nodded.

            He followed her downstairs, and outside. Their hotel was pretty crummy, and thus the area around it was bad as well. Still, it seemed there was a decent little eatery. It was one of those you only had a mild worry about finding a roach on your food. When they entered, he instantly saw Matt and Jeff, and he followed Lita towards them. He let her slip into the seat first, and then he did the same. He tried not to notice the worried looks. He was so sick of it all. He wanted Stephanie back.

            "How you feeling, man?" Jeff's voice was full of honest concern.

            "Besides the fact that my girlfriend is in the hands of people who are most likely going to hurt her, I'm just peachy." He replied in a snap. He felt bad instantly, but was too bothered by his other problems to care. Jeff seemed to understand. They all did.

            "I can't believe we can't do a fucking thing right now." Matt complained. "If I could, I would have strangled their necks by now."

            "We saw her as they were dragging her out. Couldn't do anything to stop them—" Jeff shook his head. "I'm really sorry, man."

            "We need a plan." Lita stated. "Like I told Chris, we have a lot of people to help this time."

            "But we need to find out where they have her, first." Chris groaned. "And we can't send a spy in, they'll catch on."

            "How about Christian?" Matt suggested. "He's been showing his mean streak. We could make him pretend to join the Alliance."

            "Trust a guy who wears a fuzzy hat and has gospel music play when he comes out? That's like letting Lita's life fall into Bozo the clown's hands." Chris snorted.

            "But there's no one else besides him." Matt pointed out. "No one else has been acting like they want to jump ship."

            "This is impossible." Chris's head fell to the table.

            "Don't give up hope, Chris. We'll figure something out." Lita patted his back.

            "Listen, I'm going to go. I'm really not hungry—" he trailed off. "Thanks for inviting me."

            "Chris—" Lita frowned. Chris shook his head.

            "I'm all right." He gave a small sad smile. "I just need to be alone for a little bit." Lita sighed, then nodded.

            "See you around, Chris. If we hear anything, we'll tell you." Jeff informed him. Chris nodded.

            "Thanks." He responded, meekly walking away. He just wanted to curl up and go to sleep and just forget about it all. Why the hell did this have to happen? It wasn't fair.

            Stephanie, I'm going to find you. Please don't give up. Just don't piss them off. He sighed, finally making it to his room. He opened the door, then slammed it behind him. There had to be something he could do. He just wasn't thinking.

            It didn't help he had her bags in his room. He sat on the bed, frowning largely, trying not to think about her. It wasn't working. He sighed, letting the memories of her flood into his mind. It was impossible to resist. Her smile, her body, her kiss—god, he missed her. The memories just hardened his resolve to find her.

            He loved her. He would do anything for her, including risking his own life. And then it came to him, like a light in the dark suddenly coming on. He did skip only one idea. The idea itself was insane, almost unimaginable, but at that point all he had was the promise of help. He would go to the man who was the most cunning and manipulative person he knew.

            He was going to talk to Vince McMahon. The guy couldn't hate his daughter that much, could he? Still, it made Chris nervous. From what Stephanie had told him, Vince didn't like him so much. He didn't blame him, but still, it was a bad position. Perhaps if I ask him for help, he'll believe how much I love her. Or he could kick me out. Either way, it's worth a shot, right? I'm running out of options here, and the guy's got to have some brilliant scheme. It IS his daughter.

            With his thoughts backing him up, he had decided. It was time to go to the one person he never thought he would look for advice. He just hoped Vince had some sort of heart in his body somewhere. He couldn't hate her that much—could he? Chris grabbed his coat and left his room again. He was hoping someone knew where Vince was.