Alright! i know how i want this one to go! im definately gonna have another update on it before the week is out...i hope ^^;. Thank you everyone who reviewed! This one's for you :D

"Gentlemen, what can I get you?" Chris and Phil smiled up at the charming Scotsman of a bartender. Drew McIntyre. It didn't seem like it would be too hard to wrangle some type information from him He actually seemed kind of friendly.

"A little Canadian Grey Goose," Chris tipped his hat.

"Coming right up." Drew turned around and instinctively reached for the desired drink from his cabinet. "You know, we're one of the only night clubs around to actually have the stuff," He polished off the bottle and began to pour it as he spoke. He slid the Champaign class over to the blonde and then turned to his partner. "And for you sir?"

"Cherry coke," detective Phil plainly said.

Drew drew in a breath as he thought and looked over the assortment of beverages in the cabinet. Phil only chuckled. He already knew it was going to be nearly impossible for the man to find any non-alcoholic beverage in the place, let alone cherry coke. He however, was impressed when the man instead reached under the counter and pulled out the request, lightly pouring it on some ice and passing it over. "I always keep something for me to drink in my mini fridge. I'm not a real drinker."

"How generous." Phil eyed his partner, who only raised an eyebrow and laughed forming bubbles as he took a shot of his Goose. He swallowed it down.

"McIntyre…" Drew focused in on Chris as his name was called. "I wanna ask you a few questions." Drew looked at him curiously and Chris pulled out his badge. "How's about we take a little break?"

The Scott's eyes bulged and he swallowed hard. "Wh…why?"

"Just come with us," Phil rose and began to walk out the back door. The other two followed.

As they stood outside, the cold September air bit them. Drew was breathing into his hands as he leaned against the door. Phil and Chris looked over a few files and took out a recorder. After a button- that could only be inferred as the record button- was hit, Phil sized him up. "Tell me something about Cody, Drew."

Drew looked up from his hands and his eyes darted all over before he sighed. "Something like what?"

Phil shifted on his feet. "He a regular customer of yours, McIntyre?"

"Yeah. What about it? He isn't in any trouble is he?" Drew had overwhelming emotion pouring from his eyes. His connection to Cody was evident now.

"So that's what's going on, huh?" Phil asked in a sing-songy way. "You and Rhodes were…you know…"

"No!" Drew's cheeks turned a bright crimson under the accusation and he furiously shook his head, denying it. Once he had calmed he looked at the two again. "I mean we know each other but not like that."

"Well what is it that you know?" Phil persisted once more.

Drew sighed and looked everywhere he could before letting his gaze fall back down to the questioners. "Late October- last year, I mean…" He searched for the memory. "…He walks up and asks for Mississippi Moon Shine. And I remember hearing his lisp and laughing. He blushed and apologized for it and I told him I actually thought it was cute. He smiled and introduced himself and I did the same. He got his drink and left…" Drew faded into the memory and gazed at what seemed to be nothing.

Phil snapped his fingers, drawing him back. "But then…?"

"He came back; all the time. We would talk and talk and talk for hours especially on the slow days until he ultimately had to go. There were times when he'd stay till I got off of work, and he'd drive me home but then there were other times when he'd be drunk and I'd drive him home. It was a mutual friendship." Drew finished.

"Any time you two ever got into an altercation?" Chris butted in.

"No," Drew quickly added. "Nothing violent or anything like that. Well this one time…"He ran a hand through his hair, "As Cody's friend I worry about him like any good friend should. Sometime early November, he started getting all snobby and stuck up; claiming to be priceless and 'dashing'." Drew made air quotes and shook his head. "I mean, I'm all for self-confidence but he took it too far. Anyway, I told him 'Cody, you need to calm down. I don't know what's been going on with you and your boy toy but you need to cool it.' He told me to mind my own and he just never spoke to me after that."

"Now, was this out of jealousy or true concern?" Chris nearly laughed out, adding a little humor to the situation.

"A little of jealousy at first, yes!" Drew all but yelled, "But…then I really did get concerned."

Phil raised his head, "Oh?"

Drew nodded, "Yeah. Cody, his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's wife had a huge fight in the middle of the dance floor. They were yelling and screaming but then Mike came out-"

"Miz?" Phil interrupted.

"Yeah. He eased everyone down and took them to a back room. They all came out cool and easy like nothing happened. I was really concerned then so the next few weeks, I paid close attention to their conversations and everything. Every week -it almost seemed- Mike, Cody, I think his name was Ted, and Maryse I believe… would come and hang out together. It seemed cool, even though the Ted guy was obviously cheating."

"Let's back this up a little," Chris wound his fingers in a backwards motion. "Did Cody meet Ted at this bar?"

"On a regular basis, yes."

"No I mean like first time ever meeting him."

"No," Drew shook his head as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "Not at all. He met him before he met me."

Chris nodded, "Okay. You get anything out of them worth telling recently?"

Drew held up his finger as if the thing he was going to say was on the tip of it. "Something about cutting keys for the four of them. That was all I heard before business got busy and I had to get back to work."

"When'd you hear this?"

"About a week ago."

Chris and Phil exchanged glances, "…Thanks McIntyre. If you don't mind, we'd like to ask you to testify as a witness for a court case we're having." Phil slipped Drew some papers and he and his partner began to walk away.

"Case? For what? You never told me what happened!" Drew yelled, trying to catch them.

Chris turned back, "Cody's getting charged for the murder of Maryse Ouellette."

The men could almost feel the way Drew sunk and looked on disbelievingly as the headliner hit him but they were unfazed because it was true; in cases like these, everyone gets hurt somehow.

"What? That piece of trash lied to me?" Randy was livid. He had just got the report of the two detectives findings only moments ago and after hearing everything, he was about to blow.

Phil held his hands up, "Clam down, Randy. I mean, Dibiase lied too." He pointed towards the one way mirror. "We know the truth and now you have to get him to tell the truth." Cody was just on the other side having a conversation with Edge.

"No," Randy angrily spat out, "I'm not defending him! I refuse to! No one sits up and lies in my face and thinks that I'm going to help them get over!" He shoved some papers onto the ground and banged his fists on the table.

"And to think you called him cute the other day," Edge nervously laughed, strolling out the room.

Randy huffed, "Perish the thought." He began to frantically pace back and forth, as if he wanted nothing more than to hurt something or someone.

"Randy, he was scared. This is the kid's first felony and I'm sure he was nervous." Edge tried to sooth.

"Now you know more than anybody, I hate to be lied to-especially when I'm on your side. I'm his lawyer! I'm supposed to be for him and the kid lied to me!" Randy yelled.

"And that's why he did it; he's just a kid, Randy. Consider this; as a child if you were to break something, normally you'd try to clean it up yourself and when asked about it you either deny or partially give what happened to keep from getting in trouble. Cody's in that mindset. He left out any details that he thought would incriminate him." Edge finished. Phil and Chris looked on, intrigued by the explanation. Randy grumbled and sighed. He was still pretty mad but now he needed to clean it up and get the truth.

He rushed into the room with the brunette on trial. The kid was cute but since he had got the new information, he just couldn't look at him the same. He hid his mild distaste and sat down. "Hey Codes. Look, how's about we skip the formalities and get to the meat, huh?"

Cody only nodded. "So, am I signing some papers or…what's on the agenda for today?"

"Well…" Randy took some of the papers on the desk and shuffled them into a neat pile very calmly and slowly. When the room fell silent and he was sure Cody's attention was solely on him, he threw the papers onto the floor and jumped to his feet, knocking back the chair with a loud clatter and making Cody yelp in shock. He slammed his fists into the wooden table and eased sharply to Cody's face, the young brunette's startled and shaky breath dancing across his repulsed face. "You're gonna start telling me the truth, Cody."

"But I-" He jumped as Randy's fist slammed down onto the wood once more.

"Bull!" He wrapped his fist in the collar of Cody's sweater. "If you don't tell me the truth right now- and I do mean the whole truth- I will walk away and let the jury eat. You. Alive." Each word punctuated as Randy jerked Cody forward by his shirt. After a few long moment of silence, Cody sighed, giving Randy a sign to release him. He sat back down and leaned back, crossing his legs. "You never stopped seeing Ted, did you?"

Cody looked up, frightened at the piercing gaze on him before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "No."

"And you already knew that gorgeous blonde before you supposedly met him at Mike's club, didn't you?"

"Now I never said I met him at the club!" Cody interjected shakily, not sure if at any moment Randy was going to snap. "I just said he asked me for a ride home and we hit it off that night."

The lawyer's jaw tightened as he twitched and Cody decided to button his lips. "Where did you meet him then?"

Cody sighed and put his hand on his forehead. "Two months before I ever even went to that club on Raw."

"What?" Randy quirked a brow.

"Raw. It's an underground wrestling promotion here in the inner city. They have another one on the city's outskirts called Smack down." Cody confessed reluctantly.

Randy snarled, "That makes more sense. So you rolled around with him in trunks and fell hard?"

"No but-"

"You have an attraction to married men?"

"No. I mean-"

"Oh, his daddy runs the promotion and you just wanted to get ahead, huh?

"It wasn't like that!" Cody yelled disbelievingly at the accusation.

"Don't raise your voice at me, boy!" Randy shouted- louder perhaps than Cody.

Cody slumped and threw his hands over his face. Moments later, he drew a deep breath and swiped at his eyes. "It wasn't like that at all."

"Then I'll ask you like I did at first," Randy smoothed his anger over to his initial calm demeanor that was present during Cody's first interview at the station, "How was it?"

Cody's lip quivered as he spoke. "Me and Ted were an exclusive tag team on Raw for a while and…we wanted to, you know…really get to know one another so we could tag together successfully. We did everything together for a while. I mean, we ate out. We went to the park. We exercised together." Cody fondly reminisced. "But our team was broken up long before we really got started."

"Any reason why?"

"Higher ups say that it was best that we both try to work on our individual careers but even we knew we weren't ready yet. Then they sent us to different wrestling promotions and that locker room devoured me. I couldn't get anywhere without a push. I didn't know anyone, I had just started out, I was confused, and no one wanted to deal with me…!" Cody pulled at his hair and sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "This wasn't just some split by chance; somebody wanted this. I just knew it."

"Who wanted it?" The lawyer folded his arms, "Maryse?"

"Oh no!" Cody almost jokingly shook his head yet anger was present in his tone. "You wanna know who wanted this? It was Ted Dibiase Sr. who wanted this!"

Randy's face twisted in confusion. "Ted's dad? How'd he find out?"

The brunette huffed and slumped in his chair. "He comes down to the place every so often. He's always giving donations; you know, helping with funds or whatever for appearances and his reputation. He is the million dollar man of course and Ted's the million dollar boy. Ted and I weren't together but… "

"Now I see," The attorney began to piece the puzzle together. "He figured it wouldn't sell publicly for his son to be with another man."

"But we weren't even together like that!" Cody interrupted sadly. He soon realized his outburst and shrank back to his seat. "At least not yet anyways…"

"With political figures like him, you have to realize it's all about appearance. He was more than likely trying to oppress anything that could even remotely expose his son's preferences." Randy tried to soothe. Somehow his resolve to be stern was broken as the younger man poured his heart out. He hated how soft he went for tragic love. "Is he the reason Ted and Maryse were married, too?"

Cody nodded and bit his lip. "But it wasn't really the fact that I'm a man that made him say I wasn't supposed to be with Ted. Apparently, I'm not upper class material." He sneered. "My Dad was the son of a plumber and even though he's one of the wealthiest comedians around, I'm still nothing more than the son of the son of a plumber."

"That's politics in upper class for you," Randy sighed heavily. He couldn't even understand what Cody felt about that. He was always at least lower upper class. Never middle, never lower. He rubbed the back of his neck feeling uncomfortable. "So…tell me about Maryse. You and she knew…"

"We didn't get along like friends. We put up with one another for Teddy's sake. But how could I not resent her? I mean, she had what she knew I never could."

"Ted," Randy stated.

Cody threw his hands up. "Bingo. And she wasn't afraid to flaunt that fact. Ted did keep her for appearances but I had his heart! I was better for him! So much better for him…" Cody wiped at his eyes again as sobs made some of his words uncomprehend able. He covered his forehead with his hands and tried to compose himself. "Do you know how much it hurts to see him taking someone who he couldn't care less about to all the red carpets events and photo shoots and exotic getaways? It's frustrating!"

Pleading pools of blue connected with Randy's grey orbs and he could only lower his gaze. "Cody I…" he was saved by the bell when there came a knock on the door. Immediately he stood to his feet and strolled over. It was John. "What are you doing here?" He almost growled but he kept it at a hushed tone.

"Yo, I need to talk to you. This can't wait." Randy and John looked back at Cody who seemed to be in his own little world of despair. Randy nodded and exited the room, still monitoring his client through the window.

"Now what is it, Cena? And this better be good."

"I can guarantee it will," a young man paraded over a bit timidly.

Randy immediately recognized the boy. "Josh?" He sunk a little, "If you're here…" When the young crime scene investigator came onto the scene instead of staying behind it, things always got more complicated. "What is it, now?"

Josh bit his lip and put his arms behind his back, rocking on the balls of his feet. "You're not going to like it one bit but…" He stopped rocking and pulled out a folder from out of a duffel bag he had been carrying. "Me and some of the other guys went back to check the scene again after we got a call from Phil and Chris." Randy turned to the aforementioned fellows and they tipped their hats. The tired looks on their face told him that they had already heard this and it wasn't going to be anything he wanted to hear.

Josh continued, "Well, we're having another autopsy done on the body but in the house; it was concluded that the victim had been stabbed many times. Blood was left all over the scene and it was gruesome, right?" He held up a small test tube full of some type of fluid from his pocket. "But we found this in the carpet and on the walls." He held up another tube of fluid, "And we found this too."

Randy squinted as he scanned the material. "What is that?"

"Cleaning solution." Josh straightened his glasses. "We found light traces everywhere around the scene."

Randy blinked for a moment, "…forgive me if I'm not following but what is this all supposed to mean?"

Josh put the samples down and picked up a photo of the crime scene. "Well, as you can see in the photo, the blood was left on the floors and other places after the stabbing, right? But the two solutions we found were mixed with blood, meaning someone else tried to clean up their mess. Then one's been setting in longer than th other so It's like one person murdered her, cleaned up and left. Then the next one comes in, stabs her, cleans up and leaves. And the last one stabs her a few times and leaves the blood; forget the cleanup. "

His eyebrows arched in critical thought as he assessed everything. Suddenly,Randy gasped as he had an epiphany on the whole of the situation. "If that's the case then there wasn't just one killer…there were…three?"

It'll make more sense later, just keep following!