A/N: Welcome to part two of the Animal and the Photographer trilogy. I know Jamie finished the last chapter but eh.

Jamie

It started about a week after we returned from our Australia/New Zealand tour. One phone call to start with I didn't even know who it was from just a deep voice saying,

"I wanted to congratulate you on your recent engagement," then the line went dead. I just figured it was some fan of Dave's who had some how gotten my phone number. I didn't give it a second thought. Then the next call came,

"I hope you're happy with your new engagement. You've got something belonging to me, I want it!" Again I figured it was some fan obsessed with Dave and while it scared me I really didn't give it much thought. I continued on with my photography, raising my son and planning my wedding. The third call was worse than the others,

"You think things are so great now don't you? I'm coming to get what is mine!" At that I had a flashback a man pushing me to the bed hissing about how I was his.

"Conner?" I whispered petrified.

"Ah you finally realise. You stupid bitch how dare you keep my son from me!"

"No," I mutter realising that he had somehow figured out that he had a son,

"What now you telling me he's not my son?"

"He's yours… How did you find out?" I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation and had to struggle not to let the tears fall.

"I have my ways. How old is he?" He asked totally changing his attitude,

"4 and a half,"

"I want him! He belongs to me!"

"No! You're not even on his birth certificate. You're not getting my son," I mustered up the strength to stand up to the man who controlled me for 6 years.

"You can't protect him forever!" He hissed before hanging up.

The calls were more frequent after that, once every couple of days. He didn't even say much just,

"I'm coming for him!" Then he would hang up. I stopped letting Eli go to day care, he would be with someone the entire time, I wouldn't even let him sleep in his own bed. My change of attitude didn't make sense to anyone. No one could know about the phone calls, it would just make things worse and besides at the moment they were just threats. Eli would cry about wanting to sleep in his own bed and Dave was starting to get frustrated and would usually sleep on the other bed. One night Mark was looking after my son and Dave was, as usual, walking me to the photography department when he pulled me to the side,

"What is going on?"

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Since we got back from Australia you have been Nazi mom with Eli. You've gone from letting him run around the arena to nearly having him tied to somebody. What is going on?"

"Nothing, I just want to keep an eye on him."

"Jamie you can tell me what's going on this is nothing like you,"

"Nothing is going on!" I hissed, I wished that I could tell him but I knew that I couldn't.

"Is it to do with Conner?" He asked. His question was completely out of the blue and I was taken back that he'd gotten it in one. But I couldn't let him know that.

"No!" I shouted and turned away, I felt so bad doing this to him.

"Look if we're going to get married you need to be able to trust me," I couldn't respond and just walked away. That night Dave crashed with Mark. I wanted to tell him about the calls but I knew it would just make things worse. It wasn't his problem anyway, I got myself into it, I had to get myself out of it.

I was watching my son sleep when the hotel phone rang; he knew my hotel room,

"I saw him tonight; with that guy what does he call himself? The Undertaker? You think that oath is going to stop me? He looks just like me doesn't he? He has my hair and my eyes, smiles like you though. He had a nice little outfit on as well. Did you pick it?"

"Dave bought it for him."

"Ah yes, Dave that fiancé of yours. Saw you two fighting tonight, wise idea not telling him. I can see why you fell for him though; we could be separated at birth. Except for the age difference of course, he's like old enough to be your dad"

"He's only 9 years older than me."

"Close enough. Would make a perfect father for my son though, what did you call him? Eli? What sort of name is that? Eli Israel Alister, you didn't even give him my name"

"He is not your son!"

"Oh yes he is and I'm taking him back. Now sleep well darling," I could hear the smirk in Conner's voice and as soon as the call ended I rushed to the bathroom and vomited. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't tell anyone and I couldn't protect my son forever.

Despite it being 3am I called Dave,

"This better be good," he yawned into the phone obviously having not looked at the caller-Id or he did and couldn't see the name without his glasses on.

"I'm sorry," I muttered hanging up. A few moments later someone knocked on the door, when I opened it I was surprised to see Dave in nothing but his boxer shorts and wiping sleep from his eyes.

"I can't tell you, but please trust me?" I muttered and Dave stepped forward taking me in his arms and letting me cry. We ended up on the floor with Dave leaning against the floor holding me while I cried. He didn't need to know what was wrong he just had to be there.

"I'll always be here. I love you," he whispered once again knowing all the right words to say. I think he was certain that it had something to do with Conner he just knew not to push the matter.

The phone calls had been going on for two months and I had so far managed to protect my son. Conner filled my every waking thought and every dream, I couldn't escape him. Dave was true to his word and was always there, that is until I had to return to Minnesota and he returned to Washington. He begged me to come stay with him but I didn't want to put the girls at risk, I knew that nothing would stop Conner. We had a week off and I was back with my family while Dave was with his. He rang me the first day,

"I want to adopt Eli."

"What?"

"As soon as we're married I want to adopt Eli," any other day this would have been the best news in the world but with Conner lurking it was horrible.

"You're not going to solve things by adopting Eli,"

"I know and I know I can't protect you or him from whatever the hell is going on right now. But I want Eli as my son, I love him so much and he needs a father."

"Let's discuss this closer to the actual date," I sighed it broke my heart shutting the man down, "and don't mention this to Eli."

"Fine, but just remember this: I love you, I love that little boy and I will never hurt you I will do everything to protect you," he sounded as though he was struggling not to cry as he hung up.

It broke my heart to constantly turn Dave away; I wanted to say to him,

"YES PLEASE ADOPT MY SON!" But I couldn't not with everything that's going on. I looked at the boy playing with his best friend. They were playing with their wrestling figures Eli was Dave and Jimmy had be Jim then he threw him away,

"I want to be John!" He announced grabbing the John Cena figure sitting nearby, "Jim is too old now!" I couldn't help but laugh and take a glance at his mother.

"Mom, I don't want Jim to be my new dad I want John," as Alex was dating Jim she'd been to plenty of shows and with him now on Raw she was spending time with the likes of John Cena and Randy Orton.

"Hey the boy's getting smart!" I announced smirking at my best friend,

"I thought you hate John,"

"I do but ANYONE is better than Jim and from what you've said Cena's taken a bit of an interest in you. I don't see why though,"

"Yea and I'm still trying to figure out why the hell Dave wants to marry you."

"Mom I want Davie to be my real dad!" Eli announced not even looking up from his action figure. I just took a glance at Alex and my phone rang.

"Who's that boy he's always playing with? He's a bad seed, I don't want my son around him," Conner was making his daily phone call.

"Whatever,"

"Who is it?" Alex called from nearby,

"Nobody," Conner muttered and I echoed. Alex came up behind me taking the phone out of my hand,

"Hey gorgeous!" She announced clearly thinking it was my fiancé.

"Hmm, they hung up." She shrugged handing the phone back to me,

"Yea you scared them," I joked. It wasn't long before Alex and Jimmy headed home for dinner. While my step-father watched TV with my son I helped my mom make dinner. She had also noticed a change in my behaviour and began to question it. I brushed it off and we continued making dinner.

I was facing an up hill battle and had nobody to help me, nobody could help me. What could they do? Force me to report Conner to the police? He knew how to play the system and I'd end up coming off the bad guy, he'd just be an innocent dad trying to contact his son. Knowing him, he'd probably sue me for custody and I would lose Eli. I contemplated letting Conner visit with my son I thought that maybe if he spend some time with Eli he'd get over his fascination. But I knew that I couldn't put my son in such a situation. Conner had done horrific things to me so who is to say that he wouldn't do the same to Eli? What sort of mother would I be even contemplating allowing my son around such a man?

I think I always knew that if Conner was serious Conner was going to get what Conner wanted. He always had in the past so why should the present be any different? Conner got what Conner wanted and what Conner wanted was my four and a half year old son. I knew I couldn't protect Eli forever I couldn't keep him with me 24/7 I had a job and he had a heap of baby sitters many who thought I was being the over protective parent and just needed to let the apron strings out slightly.

During our weeks vacation I had to leave Eli with my mom on more than one occasion. One day I was with Alex while we were looking at Wedding Dresses, a date may not have been set but in typical female fashion we were already preparing. I'd asked my mom to keep Eli home from day care. I knew that Jimmy was there but it was too risky, I didn't want to lose my son to my crazed ex-fiancé. I was getting ready to head home when I received a call, I didn't bother looking at my caller-ID, it was going to be the same person who had called every day at the same time for the past two months. I answered the phone with a tired, 'hello' and quickly ended the call,

"Get Jimmy from Preschool," I muttered to Alex,

"What? Why?"

"Just go and get him,"

"Jamie what is going on?" Alex asked coming over to where I was standing.

"Eli's gone," I replied before collapsing.