Right the second chapter is ready to go. I noticed that at the end of the first chapter the last few lines were missing but, it still looks fine. Thanks again to MorbidxAngel for letting me do this and I hope these are meeting expectations!
Disclaimer: Must I really do this every time? No I do not own anything except the clothes in my closet. So no, WWE is still not mine. Enjoy!
Jericho is Holmes
Chris paced up and down watching the very confused man in front of him, looking for any guilty twitch on his face. When he found none, he stopped pacing and finally spoke.
"So Cody, -if that is even your real name- what were you doing qt 19:50pm?"
Cody blinked, "Chris, have you finally lost it?"
"Just answer the question"
"No!"
"Why? Got something to hide?" Chris asked, taking out a notepad and pen.
"No, it's just none of your business" Cody said defensively, his cheeks turning red.
Chris smirked, "Oh, I see. You were doing THAT. There's no shame in it, although I have to say, if you keep doing it you'll go blind"
Cody's face turned redder if that was possible. "I wasn't doing that either! If you must know.. I was…..I was trying on one of Layla's bras….there you happy now?"
Chris had a revolted look on his face, "No, not really. I'm actually quite disturbed" he scratched Cody's name off of his list.
After giving the younger man a look that clearly showed concern for his sanity, Chris left, trying to get the disturbing images out of his head.
