Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story are the exclusive property of the WWF/WWE, Titan sports and the athletes who portray them. In addition let me take this opportunity to apologize for taking liberties with the timelines and in some cases even crossing athletes over from other feds. But hey I guess I can do that because it's my story.

Chapter 1

Bending over her bag and loading her camera, J.J. observed the scene, planning her shots. The chaotic nature of the scene didn't even have an effect on her, as she'd long since gotten used to it. Crime scenes are always a madhouse.

Draping her camera strap around her neck and picking up the fanny pack that held her film. Then moving toward the crime scene tape and then ducked under.

Raising the camera, she focused on the small body of the victim.

CLICK, why she thought. Why do I always draw these cases?

She focused on the little girl's face.

CLICK, Just once I'd like to draw a simple suicide, or a convince store robbery.

J.J. focused on the small torso.

CLICK, damn she is so little. What is wrong with people today? J.J. wondered, as she changed position.

CLICK, A couple quick crowd shots while I move, that's right just stand there and ignore me. She thought.

J.J. continued to shoot and move, carefully getting the little girl's body position, clothes and location. She also focused on the body piece by piece getting every mark and every bit of dirt on film.

"Hey, J.J.!" Mike yelled.

J.J. lowered the camera and turned.

"I thought that was you. Drew another bad one I see." Mike said.

"No worse than the others Mike, What do you need?"

"Just get the usual J.J., all angles, markers and plenty of crowd if you can get it." Mike said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Don't I always manage to get you your crowd shots Mike. I know how important they are." She snapped.

"You are the best J.J., you know that?"

"Whatever Mike, Whatever." She muttered, turning back toward the DB.

J.J. raised her camera and began shooting again. She moved carefully around the tiny body so she wouldn't disturb anything.

Whenever she changed position she took a few crowd shots. She did it quickly so they wouldn't notice they'd been photographed.

How the hell could Mike think I'd forget his crowd shots? She thought bitterly. I can't count the number of times those shots have really helped the detectives.

She stood waiting while the coroner rolled the child's body. Then she began shooting again.

Finally, taking her last shot she looked up. J.J. scanned the scene looking for Mike while the film was rewinding. Just as the whirling sound stopped she spotted him.

Moving toward him she dropped the film in the evidence bag, along with the other spent rolls and sealed it.

Mike spotted her and met her halfway.

"J.J.", he said, "you have got to lose the sunglasses. It's ten thirty at night for God's sake." He paused smiling. "I don't know how you can see, much less shoot with them on."

"Oh, give it a rest Mike. Have I ever not gotten the shots you need?" She snapped through clenched teeth.

Then she shoved the bag against his chest.

"Whoa, relax J.J." he said raising his hands, then taking the bag. "I was just razzing you."

"I know." She answered, as she turned away. Without looking back she headed for her car. As she drove she thought. I hope I can get through the rest of the night without a page. I have a ton of work to do in the darkroom.

After a couple hours in the darkroom she decided she'd had enough and headed for bed.

A persistent ringing woke her several hours later.

"This had better be good." She grumbled groggily into the receiver.

"J.J. this is Mr. Carlton from the gallery. I need you to come in as soon as possible and bring your portfolio with you."

"I can be there in about an hour." She replied getting up.

Damn did I forget he had an opening today? She wondered.

Carlton

Mr. Carlton hung up the phone and then turned to his guest.

"J.J. is on the way, but I must warn you the surprise will not be appreciated."

J.J.

"Damn! Why now!" J.J. yelled pounding on the steering wheel of her battered Dodge.

"Why do you always act up when I have to be somewhere important?"

J.J. grabbing her portfolio and camera bag, then she hailed a cab.

Why the hell did Carlton have to wait till the last minute to tell me he needed me to work? What does he want with my portfolio he's never been interested in my work before? Her mind was buzzing with questions as the cab was crawling through traffic. Hell, the only reason he hung my work at all was so that I'd take pictures at his damn openings. Besides, none of the others would ever stand for their 'ART' to be displayed in such an out of the way corner.

Taking a deep breath she sighed, "Well at least it's displayed." She whispered quietly to herself.

Vince

He paused again to look at the photographs.

How the hell could this Carlton guy hide such good work in a corner? Couldn't he see the obvious talent? The gentleman wondered. Damn I'm glad my darling wife got into a boring discussion when we were here the other day. If I hadn't wandered away I would have never seen these.

He'd tried to convince Carlton to give him J.J.'s address or phone number but he wouldn't do it.

I have to give him credit there. Not many people say no to me. He thought with a chuckle.

When he'd been unable to get the information he wanted. He had convinced Carlton to bring J.J. in, even if he had to lie to him.

I can't accept Carlton's assertion that J.J. doesn't take contract work. He'd thought to himself.

"I'm sure J.J. will be here any minute." Mr. Carlton whined, "But I must warn you again J.J. does not like surprises."

J.J. /Vince

When the cab finally pulled up, she was upset to see a limo parked out front.

Carlton will flip if I missed a photo op. She thought bitterly hurrying inside. She was surprised to see no one around but Mary Ann the receptionist.

"Mr. Carlton is waiting J.J., and he's getting pretty anxious." Mary Ann called out to J.J. as soon as she'd walked in the door.

"J.J. is here Mr. Carlton." She said into the intercom.

Mr. Carlton appeared at his office door upstairs almost immediately.

Oh great he's red. She thought that's never a good sign.

J.J. took a deep breath and headed for the stairs.

"Where have you been?" Carlton demanded. "You should have been here forty-five minutes ago."

"Well if you'd given me…" She started.

"Don't start with me J.J." he interrupted.

J.J. clenched her teeth so hard her jaw hurt.

Oh what the fuck! She thought. First he gives me no notice then the car…

She never finished the thought as Carlton opened the door and guided her in first.

"This is J.J…" Carlton said.

She was stunned.

What the hell is going on? What is HE doing in Carlton's office?

"This is J.J.," the room's occupant asked. "I'm sorry I was expecting someone else."

Great! She thought. Another one who thinks only a man could be a photographer.

J.J. turned to Carlton.

"What the hell is going on here? Didn't you say there was an opening? I swear if you lied to me… I'll be taking pictures of you for my other job!"

He watched her tear into Carlton. Her appearance had really thrown him.

Firstly, he thought, I was expecting a man. Though her hair cut was definitely masculine it suits her. She could really use some help in the wardrobe department. Those oversized clothes do nothing for her. The sunglasses are odd too; most people take them off as soon as they get inside. Boy is she a hellcat though, and very easy on the eyes.

"Calm down young lady, this was all my idea." He said, breaking into the conversation.

"Don't you young lady me…" she began, whirling to face him.

"J.J. don't you know who this is?" Carlton sputtered, his face getting even redder.

"Of course I know who he is… Vince McMahon, Owner of the WWF, But that doesn't answer the question does it?" She demanded.

"Please have a seat J.J. and I'll explain everything." Vince said, motioning to a seat in front of Carlton's desk. Then he took Carlton's chair behind the desk.

Boy doesn't he just take over. She thought to herself.

Carlton hesitated a moment, then took a seat.

"Could we have some privacy?" Vince asked looking at Carlton.

Sputtering Carlton said, "I'm sorry… I'll just…ok" he said before practically bolting out the door.

J.J. couldn't help but laugh to herself. She'd never seen Carlton so flustered and eager to please someone.

Waiting as she watched Carlton leave. He saw her smile at his discomfort.

Well, he though, there is no love lost there. That should make things easier. Vince thought.

J.J. turned back to Vince, waiting for his explanation.

Sitting silently a moment he was expecting her to remove her sunglasses. He wanted to see her eyes so he could tell what she was thinking.

"Well," he began, when she didn't remove them. "You know who I am, would you mind returning the favor?"

"Jayla Jaston," she said, eyeing him warily.

"With a name that unique and beautiful why would you use J.J.?" he asked.

"Let's cut to the chase Mr. McMahon. What did you mean this was all your idea?" She asked leaning forward.

"It's Vince, please." He said. "OK, we'll get right to business then. Linda and I came across your work a few days ago, we were very impressed." He paused, "We spoke with Mr. Carlton about you. But he wouldn't even tell me what J.J. stood for." He paused again, trying to see some reaction. He got none. Her face remained a blank mask. "Anyway we told him we were interested in hiring you for some contract work. He told us you wouldn't be interested. I tried, but even my contacts couldn't do much with just J.J." He smiled at his own joke. "We convinced him to get you in here. So that I could speak with you, so here we are."

"Well he was right on all counts. He is barred from disclosing the information you wanted, and no I don't take contract work." She said, leaning back in the chair. "I have little enough time as it is to do the work that impressed you, to bother with contract work." She continued rising to leave. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

"Wait, Please." Vince said, "At least let me look at your portfolio." He paused, waiting. "After all you came all this way."

"Fine," She said, sitting back down. She handed him her case and leaned back watching him.

Maybe he'll buy a piece or two. She thought. Then I can get that telephoto lens I've been wanting.

He slowly leafed through the pages, his face revealed nothing.

Damn, She though. When I watched wrestling in high school he was so much easier to read. Why does he have to keep a poker face now?

When he was done, he nodded thoughtfully.

"I really want you for this job." He said with conviction. "What will it take to get you to come aboard?"

When J.J. didn't answer, he wrote something down and handed it to her.

"How would that be for six months work?" He asked.

She opened the paper and was grateful that her sunglasses hid her eyes.

Holy shit, she thought. That's more than I make in eighteen months with the LAPD.

J.J. tried to keep her face passive and her voice steady as she replied.

"I'm sorry Mr. McMahon, but as I said earlier I don't take contract work. I have responsibilities that I take very seriously."

As if to confirm this her cell phone rang.

"J.J.," she said. "Where? Ok, I'm on my way."

She closed the phone and stood. "I'm afraid I have to go. It was a pleasure to meet you and again I apologize for wasting your time."

J.J. hurried out of the office and down the stairs.

"You haven't wasted my time J.J." Vince said to himself. "I love a challenge."

It wasn't until she stepped outside that she remembered that she didn't have her car.

"Damn it!" She said, yanking the phone off her belt.

"Mike, J.J., car is dead. I'm at the gallery, send someone to get me."

"Sure thing J.J., do you…" she cut him off closing the phone and began pacing.

A few minutes later one of LA's finest showed up siren screaming. They were at the scene in twenty minutes.

Getting out of the cruiser she turned walked away, siren still echoing in her head.

I'll never get used to that racket. She thought.

J.J. showed her ID before being admitted beyond the tape.

"There are three Vics," Mike said, as he approached her.

"Please tell me they are adults this time."

"Yeah," he replied. "It looks to be gang related."

"I said ADULTS Mike."

"Technically they are they've hit puberty."

"That's a fine line Mike and you know it." She said, looking at him as they walked.

J.J. loaded her cameras and got to work. Her mind was on the meeting she had just left.

It's a lot of money. She thought, Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to say no.

Stepping closer to the three young bodies she took a closer look at them. I wonder if I could get the leave from the PD and take the job then come back?

Vince

Carlton entered his office. Vince was just getting up.

"Well," Carlton asked. "What did she say?"

Vince looked at him sternly.

"I only asked because if she accepted I'll have to replace her."

Vince just brushed by him leaving the office. Halfway to the stairs he turned and said.

"I'll take those photos. Just send them and the bill to my office. You have the address." Then he walked away.

J.J.

J.J. thought about the scene she'd just left, as she packed her gear.

Well Mike was right they've all hit puberty, though one of them just barely. What are these kids thinking? Where are their parents in all this? She wondered idly.

Finished packing, she headed toward one of the uniformed officers to arrange a ride home.

They're probably right on the motive. She thought. Those three looked to be wearing Dragon colors and this is Saber turf.

J.J. paused in her musings. Damn I'm starting to sound like Mike.

As she unlocked her door she thought. Now for a shower and a big drink, maybe two she decided.

Vince

Climbing into his limo and Vince opened his cell.

"It's Vince," he said. "Get me everything you can on a Jayla Jaston. I want to know everything from her first words to what she has for dinner tonight." He paused. "Oh and I want that information yesterday." He hung up and sat grinning from ear to ear. "And so it begins." He said to himself.

J.J.

Once inside J.J. saw that she had messages.

It couldn't be Mike. She thought. He would have used the cell.

She pressed the play button.

"J.J. where are you? You were supposed to be here already." She hit the skip button to cut off Carlton's whining.

"J.J. It's Mr. Carlton," She reached for the skip button. "I just wanted to let you know that he bought your photos anyway."

Wow she thought. If he paid what Carlton was asking I can get the Dodge fixed right this time.

Still dazed, J.J. called the mechanic and made arrangements for the car. Then she had a long hot shower and finally got that drink.

Now she thought I can relax. She thought opening her book, but gave up after reading the same sentence five times.

Maybe some music would relax me. She thought, turning on the stereo. She loaded what Mike would call an odd mix of music. She put in everything from Garth Brooks to Metallica. Then she curled up in her chair and closed her eyes listening to the music.

She was just dozing off when the phone rang.

"Damn," she said hitting the stop button. Garth's voice cut off mid word.

"J.J." a pause, 'it's me Vince. You left so quickly this morning that I didn't get a chance to tell you what the job would entail, or to give you my card." Another pause, then he continued. "Anyway I left my card with Mr. Carlton…" he practically growled the name. "But here's my number just in case." He rattled off the number quickly. "Please give me a call we really need to talk."

"How the hell did he get my number?" She said angrily, to the answering machine.

"Oh Shit!' she said, hitting herself in the head. "I gave him my name. He probably knows my friggen shoe size by now."

How could I have been so stupid? He's just the kind of jerk who takes no as a challenge. Now I'll never get any peace. She thought pacing.

Angry with herself she decided what she needed was a workout. Grabbing her bag and heading to the gym. She'd chosen 'The Barn' because it was within walking distance and open 24-7. That was perfect for her schedule, because she never knew when she would need the place.

She began attacking the machines with a vengeance. Working her arms firs, then shoulder, abs and back. She paused before moving on to work her legs with those machines. Finishing, she still hadn't calmed down so she decided to run.

By the time she'd finished her five miles she was exhausted but much calmer.

There is no way I'm letting that man get to me. He won't badger me into a decision. I won't let him. She thought. I've had quite enough of that bullshit for one lifetime.

Kane

Damn it! His mind screamed, as he slammed the locker room door and shoved the bolt home. Slapping his hand roughly against the door Kane began shaking.

Why do I keep doing this to myself! He asked himself, leaning his forehead against the door, his anger rising.

Over and over again I let it happen!

CRASH! He smashed his fist into a locker denting it badly.

CRASH! Mark!

CRASH! My father, Paul!

CRASH! Degeneration X!

CRASH! X-Pac!

CRASH! Tori!

The faces of those who'd betrayed him flashed before his eyes, their names and voices echoing madly in his mind.

How many times and I going to mistake manipulation for caring, for friendship! He continued pounding his fists into the lockers, the blows coming faster and harder. The sickening sound of flesh on steel was resounding throughout the locker room.

Maybe they're right to call me the big red retard. How stupid can I be? He thought bitterly.

Slumping down onto a bench, his initial rage sated. He put his head in his hands, his large frame shaking with exhaustion and sorrow.

Enough is enough! He thought finally. Tonight was the last time. I won't make this mistake again. I will never again let anyone in a position to back stab me.

Standing Kane thought, once they feared me. They called me a psychotic monster, a machine that felt no pain. I tried to change to be more like them. NO MORE! If it's the beast they fear, it is the beast they shall have! He turned walking out of the destroyed locker room.

Striding purposefully corridor Jerico stepped into Kane's path, and found himself thrown violently aside.

What the hell? Jerico thought, who the hell does this ass clown think he is? I'll give him a lesson he will never… Ever forget. Jerico thought, pursuing Kane down the hall. Then seeing the set of the big man's shoulders and his clenched fists he stopped.

I kinda like my face in its current arrangement. Maybe I'll give him a lesson another time. Jerico thought to himself.

J.J.

Tossing and turning in her sleep, moaning softly her brow beaded with sweat.

"No, I'm sorry! Don't please!" She thought, writhing in the bed whimpering.

Then she cried out sharply sitting bolt upright.

"Shit," She said, pounding her fist into the mattress. "It's going to be one of those nights." She muttered, tossing aside the covers and climbing out of bed.

J.J. knew better than to try to get back to sleep after one of her nightmares. It would only come back and worse. Instead she turned on the stereo.

Going into the kitchen and making some coffee. As she went back into the living room one of her favorite songs came on. It was Mark Wills 'Wish You Were Here'

The words had always touched her heart. She sang along as she always did.

They said good-bye at the terminal gate.

She said you're gonna be late if you don't go.

He held her tight, said I'll be all right

And I'll call you tonight to let you know.

He bought a postcard on the front it just said heaven,

With a picture of the ocean and a beach.

The simple words he wrote her said he love her and they told her

How he'd hold her if his arms would reach.

Wish you were here,

Wish you could see this place.

Wish you were near

Wish I could touch your face.

The weather's nice, it's paradise

It's summer time all year.

There's some folks we know, they say hello

I miss you so.

Wish you were here.

She got a call that night,

But it wasn't from him.

It didn't sink in right away.

Ma'am the plane went down,

Our crews have searched the grounds,

No survivors found she heard him say.

But somehow she got a postcard,

On the front it just said heaven,

With a picture of the ocean and a beach.

The simple words he wrote her said he love her and they told her

How he'd hold her if his arms would reach.

Wish you were here,

Wish you could see this place.

Wish you were near

Wish I could touch your face.

The weather's nice, it's paradise

It's summer time all year.

There's some folks we know, they say hello

I miss you so.

Wish you were here.

She hit the stop button, ending the song abruptly and wiping away her tears.

Not the kind of music you need tonight. She thought to herself. Why do I listen to this sad music? It always makes me cry.

Moving to the stereo, she changed the cd. A few minutes later she was tapping her hand to the upbeat sounds of Meatloaf's 'Bat out of hell'

That's much better. She thought. My life is depressing and fucked up enough without adding to it.

Kane

Kane sat in his hotel room trying to read, but it was impossible. He could hear some of the others partying in the next room. He tried not to listen, to ignore the laughter and loud voices but he couldn't.

Was that Hunter? He thought, after a particularly loud bout of laughter. I wonder what was so funny.

Stop it! He berated himself. It doesn't matter who is there or what they are laughing at!

His mind drifting back to times he'd been included. Even though he'd mostly sat to the side and watched the craziness at least he'd been there.

Damn it STOP! He chastised himself for his weakness. Sure they invited you, but it had all been a part of their plan to use you. To take what they wanted from you and betray you!

Kane snapped up the remote and then turned the TV on. He raised the volume trying to drown out the sounds from next door. Then he went to the bar and grabbing a bottle of Bourbon. Opening the bottle he crawled back in bed and stared blindly at the TV.

He sat taking a long pull from the bottle. The liquor burned its way down his throat but did nothing to ease the ache in his chest.

Sometime later the empty bottle slipped from his grasp, as he began dreaming.

He was thrashing violently on the bed. His body was soaking wet with sweat. His lips were moving silently and his scarred face contorted with pain, anger and grief.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright, His breath coming in rapid shallow gasps. Kane raised a shaking hand and wiped the sweat from his face.

Damn even my own mind betrays me. He thought. I can find no peace, even in my dreams.

Pushing aside the tangled covers he rose and went into the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror out of long habit, and then he stretched reaching for his shaving kit. Shaking two Tylenol into his hand and downing the bitter pills dry.

Moving back into the bedroom he went to the nightstand, picking up his mask and glove.

I wonder, he thought looking down at the mask. Is this to protect others from seeing my hideous face, or to protect me from their scorn?

Kane shook his head, surprised at that train of thought and then slipping on the mask and glove stepping out onto the balcony.

Vince

Vince tore the envelope open eagerly and began to read.

Wow, she's had quite a life. He thought. She has definitely not had an average childhood. She graduated with a degree in photojournalism. That is quite an accomplishment considering her background.

He continued looking turning a few more pages.

She works for the LAPD. Forensic photography, she takes pictures of stiffs and crime scenes. That's surprising with her qualifications. I wonder how she got started doing that? What a waste of her talent.

Vince picked up the phone. "Not a bad beginning John but I need more detail. I especially want the college years and since then."

J.J.

J.J. was just stepping out of the shower when the cell rang.

"What have you got Mike?" she asked immediately.

"Actually it's Vince." The caller said.

"What? Why are you calling this line? You shouldn't have been able to get this number!" She snapped into the phone.

"I knew you'd answer this line and we really need to talk." Vince said calmly.

"I said everything yesterday! Don't call this line again!" She hung up

The cell rang again immediately.

"I said don't call this line! In fact don't call at all!" She yelled into the phone.

"J.J. I have to call, otherwise how would you know where all the excitement is?" The caller said.

"Sorry Mike, What's up?"

'I've got a live one for ya." He said cheerfully.

"What?"

"Mercy General, Vics name is…" he paused.

She could just see him flipping through his notes. "Laura Marshall." He paused again. "It's a rape and attempted murder. You get the Vic and Dan has the scene."

"Mike do you hand pick this crap for me or what?" J.J. asked.

"Nope," he laughed. "You're just lucky."

"Fine, send me a car will you, mine is still dead." She told him.

J.J. got to the hospital and found her subject. She prepped her camera and began shooting.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked from behind.

"Well…" she said, glancing at the nurse's nameplate. "Cathleen, I'm J. Jaston with the LAPD and I'm recording her injuries." She said, showing her police ID.

Cathleen continued to glare at her, but didn't say anything.

"Actually this would go a lot faster with your assistance." J.J. said.

"What kind of assistance?" Cathleen asked warily.

"I need to get good clear shots of all her injuries to properly document them as evidence. It's all part of the rape kit that your people have already completed."

"What difference will that make to her?" she questioned. "They don't expect her to survive the attack."

"I guess if she doesn't survive then it'll make no difference to her. But it could help the detectives catch who did this and keep it from happening to someone else." She said, even though she knew it was a horrible cliché.

Cathleen looked at J.J., then towards Laura's bed.

"What do you want me to do?" Cathleen asked.

"Help me get my shots. Assist me in moving the equipment out of the way so I can see her wounds." J.J. paused. "If it's safe, move her enough for me to get shots of her back. I don't want to do anything to endanger her or cause her pain and you can help to be sure I don't."

"I guess it couldn't hurt. But we can't move her without authorization from the doctor." Cathleen replied.

"Can you get that authorization before we begin? I'd really hate to have to stop once we start." J.J. said.

"I'll see what I can do." She said leaving the room.

J.J. sat looking at her subject.

Well, she thought. I hope they are wrong; you are way too young to die. Hell you can't be more than sixteen. You have a lot of living left to do. J.J. thought idly while she waited.

When Cathleen came back, she had the doctor in tow. Together the two of them held tubes and wires aside for her to shoot. They rolled Laura carefully from side to side so she could get a complete set of body shots.

J.J. focused on the ligature marks around the neck and the bruising on her face and collarbone area. Then she moved down to the rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Finally she moved up to the physical evidence of the rape itself.

I wonder if they found anything they can use in the rest of the rape kit. She thought. Some fibers, DNA, or hell just about anything would be good.

Man I'm glad I got the Vic and not the scene. It's raining out so Dan is probably soaked and trying like hell to get the shots before the rain-washes it all away. Her thoughts paused for a second. Oh man that was a cold thing to think. She berated herself.

Finishing her shots she thanked them for their help. Then she sealed the film in the otherwise complete rape kit.

"Mrs. Jaston," the doctor said. "Would you mind taking that to the station, the officers were called away."

"Sure," J.J. said, putting away her camera. "I wouldn't want to chance breaking the chain of evidence."

Picking up her bag and the sealed rape kit then asking the receptionist to call her a cab to the station.

"J.J.," she heard, as she finished checking the rape kit in.

She turned around.

"Chris! When did you get back? How's the baby?" J.J. asked.

"Oh, she's beautiful." She gushed. "I hated leaving her. But someone has to keep all these guys from wrecking the city."

Laughing J.J. said "If anyone can keep these guys in line you can."

Funny, she thought, that Chris would be one of my few friends. In fact she's my best friend. We are polar opposites.

"Speaking of guys," Chris broke into her thoughts, "Have you found one yet?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to be looking." J.J. said.

"Don't give me that. You're gorgeous. If you'd just lose the sunglasses and dress a little more feminine you'd have your pick." Chris replied.

"Well you know me Chris, no time to train one and no money to pay one." J.J. laughed at the old joke.

I really wish Chris would back off on this subject. She's only trying to help but it isn't. Most especially after what happened with Rick, the Last thing I need is a guy. J.J. thought.

"Oh," Chris said. "I can see those wheels turning girl, Rick was not your fault."

"Click," J.J. said, pretending to point a remote at Chris. "Change the channel."

"Oh fine," Chris pouted for a moment, then pulled out the baby pictures.

They talked a bit about the baby and when J.J. could come over and take some real pictures.

"Well if you'll feed me and let me pick Ron's brain a bit about something, then I'll come over tomorrow." J.J. said laughing.

"That would be great." She said, "What do you need to pick Ron's brain about?"

"I'll explain tomorrow, but I'm sure you will both get a kick out of it." J.J. said.

Kane

Coming back inside Kane decided not to go back to bed. Instead he changed before heading down to the gym to get a workout in before anyone else gets there. He began attacking the machines like a madman. He was really pushing himself to the limit.

He was almost through when he heard, "Well look who's here."

He stopped quickly snapping his head around toward the sound. It was Hunter and the rest of DX. Putting the weight bar back into the rack Kane stood up.

I need to be on my feet with my hands free in case they decide to play, he thought to himself, watching the rest of DX spreading out around the room.

Shit! He thought. There is no way I can take them all on at once. No better defense than a good offense.

Setting his shoulders, he walked toward Hunter who was still in the doorway.

"Going somewhere freak?" Hunter said smiling, "I don't think so."

Catching movement on his left, Kane moved quickly forward. He caught Hunter by surprise. Grabbing a handful of hair he threw Hunter at the advancing Road Dogg then slipping quickly out the door. Crossing the lobby he caught the elevator just as it was closing.

I'll have to be on the lookout for them from now on. I can't let them catch me off guard again. If they attacked alone I could manage, but not when they come at me all at once. Kane thought angrily.