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John ran a shaky hand through his hair but even for as shocked as he was when he heard it, Randy was even worse. The man hadn't spoken since. He just sat in his chair, eyes focused on nothing but the air in front of him. He necked craned at an odd angle whilst he tried to calculate what exactly went on. The lawyers looked to one another finally, "Randy…what are we doing here?"

Randy slowly looked away and locked his fingers over his stomach, shaking his head. "…I don't know…"

"I've scheduled another court date in two days. You know judge Taker doesn't like rescheduling but with the new evidence…what other choice did he have?"

Randy didn't give any type of reaction as he still sat in the same spot. Slowly his mouth opened. "Three killers…? But how?"

"Well, Josh says that the girl was dead for three hours before we actually got there. Whoever these three guys are, they must have been in there one after another. And if the first cleaned up, they probably didn't even know she was really dead. It's like poking a dead body with a stick."

A hand was placed atop Randy's head. "Alright fine. That's a fair assessment sure but what three people could've…?" As John dropped his head, Randy caught on to exactly why John was there in the first place. He seemed to catch on to everything much slower today. The evidence against Cody was clear but he should've known the other was, "Dibiase, right?"

John inhaled deeply, "Gave me a confession as soon as he saw Josh come in with the cleaning samples. He said he just couldn't take it anymore; didn't want her around at all and wanted to be with Codes. He went out earlier and told her he'd be back late and he stayed out for a while. Says he waited till eleven at night. Saw her on the couch and ran through her a few times. Cleaned everything up and left out. I couldn't believe it. Blubbered like a whale all over my shirt and said it was him all along, not Cody."

Randy nodded and John patted his shoulder. "Now you gotta get a clean confession out of Rhodes. We have evidence but we'd do better in court if we get a confession." Randy nodded again and John stood to move out the room and over to Edge and the two detectives. "You know, I was willing to fight but it looks like we'll have to settle it out this time for the sake of justice, Orton. This thing is bigger than some rivalry, wouldn't ya say?" John smiled and left, causing Randy to put a momentary look of disgust on his face. It was amazing how arrogant the two faced jerk could be. One minute he's talking all this big trash, the next he's Randy's partner in crime. He opted to forget any retort that came to mind and roll his eyes.

Sitting in his chair for a moment, Randy closed his eyes. He had trusted Cody and don't get him wrong, the kid was adorable but he seemed to be a lot more trouble than he was worth. This whole deal was a lot of trouble but hey, he was a problem solver. Now how to trick this kid into talking? He rose to his feet and strolled back into the interrogation room with his client, taking a seat. He put a bright smile on his face, causing Cody to flinch a little. "Are you okay? What just happened? Where'd you go?"

Randy waved his hand away, "Oh nowhere. I was just talking to Ted's lawyer. Found out he confessed that he was the one who killed Maryse. See, you're Scott free!"

Cody twitched involuntarily, "What? What do you mean he…"

"Yeah, said he wanted to go to trial with his confession and a little proof and see where he'll wind up."

"No, that can't be right…" Cody stammered out lowly.

Randy arched his eyebrow, "And why not?"

"I mean, Ted couldn't have! He loved her!"

"Oh? But you just told me that you had his heart…"

Cody jumped, "No! I mean he needed her for his appearance!" Cody almost didn't give out due to how jittery he was getting. "He didn't want to make his dad mad!"

"Apparently you were more important to him then his appearance and father," Randy calmly stated. He could tell he was getting to the young man by the way his eyes would dart everywhere as he thought of what to say. "Look, don't worry. He's only going away for some 25 years…minimum." He shrugged nonchalantly and stood to leave when the fair skin boy grabbed his shirt sleeve and jerked him back towards him.

"No! Please don't let them take Ted! I…" Cody dropped his head and gulped, the sound resounding in the quiet and still room. "…I was sick of waiting." He sobbed, softly "She said she was going to leave but she never would. I kept waiting and waiting, day after day, month after month; but she always made some excuse to stick around. So I waited until midnight and she was just lying there on the couch and I… I slashed her up. But then when I realized what I did, I got scared so I ran to one of Ted's other homes that I knew he would be in if he wasn't there with her. I told him what I had done and that I was willing to take the fall for it because I knew his daddy would be mad if he found out. He said he was going to wait for me and pay off the prison to shorten my sentence; come visit me every day to make things easier." Cody gripped the shirt harder. "It was me the whole time…not Ted." Cody waited for something; a gasp, a punch, anything but he looked up into the eyes of his lawyer and those greys spoke louder than any voice ever could.

"So he knew all along and he was protecting you, huh?" Randy rubbed his chin. "…Ted said the same exact thing but," He stood straight up and stretched himself to his full height. "Actually, it was neither of you who really killed her."

Cody jerked his head straight up. "W-what do you..? Teddy went and…huh?"

"She was dead an hour before Ted supposedly went in and killed her and two hours before you did. Someone else took her out."

"I don't get it…You mean when I went in she was-,"

"Already dead? Yes." Randy rubbed his neck and cracked it. "So you two can't really go in for murder but I guess more so premeditated murder. Luckily you won't have Breaking and Entering added onto your rap sheet seeing as how Ted cut you a key to the house, right?" Cody looked up at him before sadly nodding. "Thought so. That kid was a good tip off by the way…Guess I really got you this time, Rhodes." He stared down at the broken brunette still gripping his shirt and he reluctantly embraced him as Cody let the tears he'd been holding in fall. Randy cursed himself for being such a softie sometimes. He softly patted his head and whispered, "C'mon, you're a big boy Cody. You're not a little kid. We gotta go now so get it together. Ted's waiting for ya." He felt Cody nod and they slowly made their way out of the interrogation room.

As soon as the door was open Cody was embraced tightly by his love, Ted. The two men cried on one another's shoulders and their lawyers couldn't help but look on at the tender moment. Some things you just have to feel sorry for and right now, the two young men were one of them.

"They really were just kids," Cena drank his coffee at his desk; Randy, Edge, Chris, and Phil accompanying him. "I kind of feel bad for 'em."

"Yeah, me too but what can you really do?" Chris stuffed a doughnut in his mouth.

"Follow the law and play by society's rules." Randy grossly spat.

"I suppose so…" Edge leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Lifestyles of the rich and the famous as they say. Let's get back to the matter at hand though, huh? What are we looking at?"

"Right," Chris wiped off his hands and his mouth before sitting up straight in his chair and crossing his legs over, also folding his arms. That was his thinking pose. "So we have two of the three killers and one is still at large but who is it? There weren't any signs of break in so it had to be someone she trusted, someone she knew."

"No one knows who she knew. Dibiase and McIntyre only say they saw her with Cody, themselves, or Miz…" Phil and Chris slapped themselves in the head only moments later. "Are we really trying to figure this one out? Hello! They all got a key right? Mike was no exception, especially because she trusted him the most."

"Miz," Cena looked curious. "You mean the nightclub owner? He's in this too?"

Phil nodded, "Oh yeah. Says that he wanted Maryse to run away with him but she refused because he wasn't well enough off."

"As one of the most well-known nightclub owners in the area, that's bound to offend a guy like him, right?" Chris added.

"I'd think so," Phil scratched his head. "And even when he exposed Ted for a cheater and she went looking for someone else, she overlooked him. Maybe he just wanted some attention and was willing to kill for it." The word play was not overlooked by the rest of the men.

"Well we better go check that out then, huh?" Randy rose tiredly to his feet and began to stroll away, the others coming up in a hurry.

"Wait," Ted called out from one of the cells behind them, Cody glued to his waist.

Cena turned on his heels, "What's up, princess?"

"Where are you going now?" He asked curiously almost frightened.

"To go find the real killer." Randy interrupted any answer John was going to give.

"Anything you can tell to help us like who all had a key to your house? There was no sign of a break in so it had to be someone with a key." Cena cooed nurturing, hoping to get what he needed out of the two.

"Well, the only other people with one besides Cody and me are my Dad and Mike."

"But they both loved Maryse," Cody added. "That's why we had this whole arrangement done. Maryse and Ted already had a key but Maryse said Ted and I could have the house so she was going to give me a copy. She was apparently going to run away with Mike because he was doing so well with his business and everything and because Ted's daddy stopped sending him money."

"Daddy's a homophobe so he cuts his son off?" Cena inquired bitterly.

"Something like that. Found out about the arrangement and said he'll start over with my brother Bret," Ted sighed.

"Maryse never really made a move to leave though!" Cody nearly shouted. Ted rubbed his head to calm him and Cody closed his eyes. "I'm sorry but…" He let out an angered huff before relaxing again in Ted's arms. "Anyway, she gave Mike a key to help her move the stuff out that she wanted when she planned on leaving."

Everyone soaked up all they had just heard and let it sink in good before Cena walked up to the cell. "You two are a shining example of what my mother always said." He eyed the couple with a sad smile. "The heart wants what the heart wants and nothing can control that passion." Everyone thought on the saying for a while and then the five men left with only last quick glance at the caged happy couple, feeling every bit of sympathy they could muster.

Footsteps raced to the door as the doorbell was rung. A familiar face greeted the detectives with a smile plastered on it. "Hey, you're back!"

"Hey… Alex, right?" Phil asked with a grin. "Yeah, who could forget a face like that? So young, innocent even." Alex laughed and Phil's grin began to play out on Chris' face as well.

Chris held in whatever he was about to say to get back to the serious business. "Alex, is Mike home?"

"Yeah, he's in his study like usual. Follow me." Alex herded the five in and led them through the halls.

Chris looked around, still amazed even after already being in here before. "He's always in his studies. Guy's gotta work hard, huh?"

"Of course," Alex called back. "The Miz is always busy at work."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah." Alex all but laughed. "But that's because he's smarter than most people would think he is. I hope I'll be as good as him when he lets me run the place." The young man had a dreamy look in his eyes but it simply faded back to business as they approached the door. He slowly opened it and peaked in. "Um Miz, sir, you remember the detectives from the other day? They're here to see you again as well as some other gentlemen."

This time around, Miz wasn't as down as he was the first time but he was focused on some snacks Alex brought to him not too long ago. He took a sip of his tea and motioned them in. "I assume you have something to tell me about the man who killed Maryse?" Mike picked up his glass and closed his eyes as he drank more.

"Actually, we were hoping you did." Phil called.

Mike looked up at the men, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" He scanned all their faces; each having a sly feel radiating off of it. He kept Phil's gaze. "Go play for a little while, Alex."

Alex could feel the tension in the room so he obediently walked out giving the men some privacy. Phil's eyes broke the unintentional staring contest and he smiled towards the door the brunette had just escaped through. "No really, is this kid a minor or what?"

Miz gritted his teeth, "Really? Can we just get back to this?"

"Seriously, he can't be more than 19, 20 right?" Phil joked and got a nod of approval from his cohorts. "He's faithful to you, never speaks back, always says something nice; wish I had one like him.

"Can we just get back to this?" Mike yelled, irritated. That had everyone looking down at him and he just sighed, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed his forehead.

Chris had a seat in front of him. "You seem rather irritable, Mike."

"No, I just hate for someone to waver their focus on something not worth paying attention to; forgetting the bigger picture."

"Oh, like Maryse did?" Phil asked.

Mike looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?"

Phil took one of the chairs and turned it around. He popped a squat and crossed his arms. "I think you know what I mean. Rhodes and Dibiase sure do."

"Any dealings they had with Maryse are their business." Mike defended uninterestedly.

"And yours I'm sure." Chris added. "I mean hanging around them at your bar has to have given you some clue on their 'business'," He made air quotes and crossed his arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Miz shrugged.

Phil raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? McIntyre says otherwise. Says you four were pretty tight."

"Alright, so I may have gone drinking with a good friend and her spouse a couple of times. Big whoop."

"And Cody says otherwise. He said you four had an arrangement worked out."

"Mr. Dibiase Sr. is very influential. I just wanted a little publicity."

"And Ted says otherwise. He said you were planning to have Maryse run away with you."

Miz had no retort this time. He put his tongue in his cheek and pouted like he was well known for. "No I wasn't. I told you she didn't want me because I wasn't wealthy enough for her."

"But Ted's dad wasn't wiring him money anymore so neither was he." Chris couldn't hold back the smugness in his voice.

Mike went silent again. He licked his suddenly dry lips and shrugged. "Well I didn't know."

Phil laughed. "Sure you did. And that's what made you angrier, isn't it?"

"No." Mike turned his head away.

"The fact that she only wanted your money."

"No. I was supportive of her."

"The fact that you were just another money train for her to ride on."

"NO." The answers were getting much more hostile and Mike was getting much more fidgety.

"The fact that no matter how you begged and pleaded, she wouldn't leave Ted." The detective pressed on.

"No. No! NO!" Mike yelled.

"The fact that you were the last man on Earth that she would ever even think about being with if it wasn't for your business!"

"YES!" Mike finally snapped looking the detective dead in the eye. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He got red in the face, anger devouring the once calm man. He took heavy breaths; inhale, exhale. "I was sick and tired of being turned down by that blonde tramp! I told her over and over and over again that she was better off with someone who actually loved her! I told her over and over and over to leave Ted and be with me but no! It was always 'maybe when you reach a million dollars' or 'maybe when you can afford a bigger house' or 'maybe when you can give me the world on a gold platter!'" Mike threw his hands out as if to catch the distasteful words he just spat out. He frowned. "She took her eyes off the prize far too long."

His eyes went from furious to sad, longing even as he slumped in his chair. "No use in trying to hide it any longer; I did kill her and I'll get to that in a minute but…" He clenched his jaw and looked at the surprise if not disturbed expressions of the men in the room. "You know, the arrangement was that Maryse went with me while Cody and Ted stayed together. She wanted to leave them the house that she knew they couldn't afford. Dibiase only had about two mill left to his name after Daddy Dibiase cut him off and she wanted it. I told her no. I said let them keep that to live on and buy a more affordable house but that greedy trollop said she wanted it all. Ted turned to her and said 'Take it. I only need Cody. We can start over from scratch.'" Mike looked like he was about to break down. He bit his finger nails. "They would start over from scratch…Can you imagine the son of the million dollar man scrubbing toilets or pumping gas? No! But he was willing to just, so he could be happy." Disgust soon played out on his face.

"But she couldn't understand something tender like that. She was a cold hearted gold digger and I couldn't let her hurt anyone else." Mike all but laughed.

The air was uncomfortable but John spoke up, "That's when you killed her…?"

Mike laughed this time. "Yes. I couldn't help myself. I went over her house at nine and we chatted for about an hour and while she was laid out sleep on the couch, I just stabbed her over and over and over…again. Being the business man I am, I cleaned up the mess. One, because I never do a sloppy job and Two, I always think things all the way through." Mike sighed, standing to his feet and holding out his wrists. "Maybe…maybe I just slipped up; got a little sloppy this time, huh?"

"Yeah but it's time to deal with it. Mike, you're under arrest for the murder of Maryse Ouellette." Phil and Chris stood as well and followed regular procedure, reminding Mike of his Miranda rights and slapping the cuffs on him.

Edge looked over to John and Randy. The men seemed out of it, probably stuck on everything that had just happened in the critical moment. Even for him, this was pretty…mind-numbing. As he looked at his colleagues, he made a mental note to inform the chief that a little counseling for a week wouldn't hurt. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the caller id and answered. "Hello?... Done already?...No way...We'll be right over."

"Who was it, Edge?" Randy muttered lowly, never really breaking his concentration or train of thought, moving more on autopilot.

"Dr. Striker said they just finished the autopsy," Edge sighed mournfully as if he was afraid to tell the rest of the conversation. "…and we have a fourth killer here."

Chris squinted questioningly, "What? Who?"

"Pain killers." Everyone in the room had a face of disbelief and shock, mortified at what they were hearing. "She over dosed."

Ooo again; serious cliff hanger broski! Woo woo woo you know it :D