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"For the tenth and last time Stephanie, NO, I do not know where Aj is!" It took Punk his entire willpower not to get up and scream that in her face. He was already stressed as it is and Stephanie's all too familiar screeching was certainly not making the problem better.

"Besides Kaitlyn, you were the last person to come in contact with her. All I want are answers, running out on a live," Giant emphasis put here, "Tv show isn't the best direction for someone who's just starting their career."

"I'm pretty sure she has a good explanation for it." Kaitlyn defended. "You know Aj loves her job and would never do anything like that."

"Yeah well it better not happen again." Stephanie paused to answer her phone. "Talk to me."

There was a faint mumbling in the quiet room as the person on the line spoke. "You saw her where? Near the crates over on the south side?"

Punk's ears perked up at the sound of that.

"Well why didn't you tell me earlier?" Frustration laced Stephanie's voice.

She sighed. "Fine then. Thank you nonetheless."

Punk pounced on her. "Well? Where is she?"

"A security guard spotted her leaving about two hours ago."

"Well why didn't he tell anyone?!"

"He didn't know she was missing. All he's paid to do is just guard the area."

"That's a pathetic excuse. I doubt she went out the front door because there's fans there. She must've left through a back exit." Kaitlyn said.

"Did she look alright?" Punk asked.

"He couldn't get a good look at her from the front because all he saw was her retreading backside but he knew that was her, because she was wearing one of those custom made converse that she wears when she walks out with you to the ring." Stephanie said.

Punk ran a hand over his face. Then he had a thought. What if Aj had gone back to the hotel? She didn't really have anywhere else to go around here anyways, and she wouldn't try since she wasn't familiar with the area.

"I'll go see if she's at the hotel. She's got to be, there's nowhere else she possibly could've gone." Punk got up to leave.

"I'll go with you." Kaitlyn said. "And don't tell me no because everyone's staying there anyways."

"Do you have any segments or matches left Phil?" Stephanie asked.

"Nope. All clear for the rest of the night."

Stephanie nodded. "Okay you can leave."

Thank goodness for the streets being near deserted at this time of night, or else Punk would've gotten a summons about his 65 mile per hour speeding. Kaitlyn was sure he'd managed to wake up every citizen in the houses they'd passed.

Kaitlyn wanted to ask what they'd do if Aj wasn't at the hotel but she figured might as well not jinx the situation. She was very worried for her spunky friend. She didn't know why she was ignoring her calls and messages because she rarely ever did that. Something drastic must've happened since the last time Kaitlyn had spoken to her, which was earlier that day.

Punk pulled into the Parking lot of the hotel and proceeded to jump out of the car, nearly forgetting Kaitlyn and to lock the vehicle.

Kaitlyn understood his reasons but this was honestly too much.

The elevator ride was a mental death sentence, playing "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. Who the hell plays that in elevators?! And at a time when they were not in the mood to hear any type of music too!

The closer they were to the room Punk and Aj shared the more hopeful Punk became. Maybe he was overreacting to all this. Maybe she was in the room, sleeping or reading comics or something. She'd be safe and sound and he wouldn't have to freak out anymore.

He pushed open the door after sliding his key card in.

Or maybe he should have overreacted even more.

She was not in there. The hotel room was the same as he'd left it, save for the rumpled sheets on the bed and comics strewn over the floor. He noticed the air had a slight smell of iron to it. Like blood. Nothing looked out of the ordinary however.

"Well this stinks." Kaitlyn muttered. He knew she wasn't referring to the smell in the air.

"I don't get it." Punk said, running a hand through his short hair. "She's not here, she's not at the arena, then where could she be?"

"Calm down Punk, eventually she'll come back. She's not going to separate herself from her job for too long. Why don't you go to sleep. I'll stay here with you and keep watch. All of those Starbucks coffees really took a toll on my system." Kaitlyn gently pushed her to the bed and pulled the sheets over him.

It took awhile for Punk to fall asleep because every few minutes he'd wake up and search the bed for Aj, only to be disappointed when she wasn't there. At around two he fell into a troubled sleep.

And at around three, the door made a "click" sound and opened, the bright hallway light flooding into the room. Kaitlyn squinted. "Aj?'' She whispered.

Whoever it was didn't answer right away. They simply turned and closed the door. A lamp was on next to Kaitlyn on the far side of the room near Punk, and when the person came forward, Kaitlyn got a good look of their face.

"Oh Aj!" She jumped up and pulled the small girl into her arms, rocking her back and forth and smoothing her messy hair down.

Aj didn't say anything, she just stayed there in her best friend's embrace and let all the tears out. She wasn't prepared to tell her why she was so emotional, but Kaitlyn wasn't one to push answers out when it wasn't the time.

Kaitlyn looked back at Punk over Aj's head. He was sleeping soundly. She badly wanted to wake him up so he and Aj could be reunited but he looked so tired, his reaction would be much better if he slept a whole night, even though he went to sleep an hour ago.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Kaitlyn whispered. Aj shook her head and burrowed further into Kaitlyn's arms.

"I'm exhausted kid, and I'm sure you are too. I'll let you sleep. Come on." Aj was reluctant at first because she saw Punk sleeping in bed but honestly, what was she supposed to be afraid of? He was her boyfriend, he'd be angry about her disappearing and cutting off contact but he'd smother her in kisses all the same because she was back.

As soon as she was in the bed and under the covers she then realized just how tired she was. Within a few minutes she was out like a light.

Kaitlyn got up and stretched. She looked at the couple with sadness in her eyes. What could have caused the drastic change in her friend? She was determined to find out. Ignoring the ache and soreness in her bones and body she went about the suite looking for any clues. Everything looked normal..

She ventured into the bathroom. She noticed a specific smell in the air that was really strong. It didn't stink, but it smelled a lot like blood. It was spick and span, however.

Kaitlyn sighed. There'd always be another time to play detective. Right now sleep was calling her, and her bed was her kryptonite.

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