Randy sighed as he continued to drive, casting a nervous glance out the rearview mirror every few seconds. He had Jeff bound and gagged in the trunk of his car, not wanting to take a risk and have his obsession try to jump out of the car or try to take control of the wheel. There was a small part of his mind that was questioning himself about what the hell he was doing, but the rest of his mind shut that part up and urged him to keep driving. He had Jeff right where he wanted him now. Why was he trying to ruin it by over thinking it?

His phone rang, causing him to jump a little bit. Grumbling under his breath, he reached over to the passenger's seat and grabbed his phone, slowing down only slightly so he could check and see who was calling. "Fucking hell," he muttered when he saw that it was his dad calling. He reluctantly flipped the thing opened and put it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Randy where are you?" Cowboy Bob asked gruffly. He sounded like he was beyond smashed.

"I'm out," Randy replied.

"Out? Out where? Damn it boy, I need ya!"

Randy groaned. He was not in the mood to deal with this. "Why?" he asked unhappily.

"I shouldn't have left your mother boy," Bob said badly. "I miss her so much…"

"Oh Jesus, don't fucking start crying to me about that," Randy snapped. "Look, YOU were the one that fucked up big time and now YOU have to deal with the consequences." He hung up the phone and held it in his hand for a second before sighing and chucking it out the window. It had just occurred to him that almost all phones came with a built in GPS system and he didn't want that being used against him in any way. Good thing I made sure that Jeff didn't have his phone on him when he left. I wouldn't want them tracking me through that either.

Yeah, it's a real good thing, a voice in the back of his head said darkly. You only just assaulted someone and kidnapped your obsession. That's only going to get your ass thrown in jail. This isn't the WWE dumbass. In the real world, people get in big fucking trouble for this shit.

Randy gulped nervously. He hadn't given any thought to the potential consequences of his actions. As the realization of just how fucked he probably was, he tried to push all thoughts of that out of his head so he could focus on what he needed to do next. He needed to get him and Jeff somewhere that was isolated and wouldn't be an obvious place for anywhere to left. "Come on come on THINK!" he growled at himself. He needed to come up with something fast because he couldn't just keep driving around with nowhere to go. He needed a destination and he needed one now.

After about a half hour of desperate thinking, he finally came up with something. His uncle Barry's first wife had a cousin who owned a cabin out in the Colorado that was very isolated and very rarely used by anyone. That would be a good place for him to hide out, even if it was just for a little while.

With that decided, he drove for the next three hours, only stopping because his bladder refused to be ignored any longer than that. Turning off the main road, he cut through an empty field and then got out of the car so he could do his business. When he was done with that, he figured that it was probably a good idea to get Jeff out of the trunk and let him relieve himself too. But all that figuring went straight to hell as soon as he popped the trunk over. Jeff had been waiting for his chance and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. He kicked Randy between the legs before getting out of the trunk and running like hell. Unfortunately for him though, he stepped in an unseen mole hole and twisted his ankle violently as he fell.

Randy groaned and held his crotch as he watched Jeff struggle to get back up to his feet. "That's why you shouldn't have run," he growled angrily. He walked over to Jeff and kicked him in the ribs, getting a muffled cry of pain out of the injured man. He knelt down beside Jeff and put his knee over Hardy's legs so he could examine the injure ankle. Jeff let out frantic whimpers that were muffled by the gag that was in his mouth.

"Shit," Randy muttered. Jeff's ankle was already swelling up really badly. "Crap, I don't have any ice with me." His eyes narrowed as he looked back at Jeff. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now?"

Jeff only gave him a pained whimper in response.

"Fuck!" Randy was at a lost as to what to do. If he put Jeff back in the trunk, it would probably hurt his ankle more. But if he put Jeff in the backseat there was way too much risk of him being seen, and that was a chance that Randy wasn't going to dare take. "Sorry baby," he said as he picked Jeff up and carefully placed him back in the trunk. "But this is something I have to do."

Shannon woke up with the worst headache he had ever had in his life. He groaned in pain, trying desperately to remember what had happened to him. At first he couldn't recall any of it, but when he looked over and saw Matt sitting by his side, it all came rushing back to him. "Oh God," he groaned as he tried to get up.

Matt quickly forced him back down. "You can't go anywhere Shan," he said firmly.

"But--"

"You've got a concussion dude. The nurses are going to go apes hit if they see you trying to get up in your condition."

"Concussion?" Shannon looked around at his surroundings and finally realized that he was in a hospital bed. Fuck, Randy really fucked me up. "Shit." He took a deep breath and looked back at Matt. "Is Jeff--"

"He's gone. Randy's got him." Matt looked absolutely enraged at the thought of that. "I called the hotel you were staying at and asked someone to at least check on you guys before I got there. That's when they found you unconscious and Jeff gone. The receptionist admitted to letting Jeff in because Randy convinced her he was Jeff's boyfriend."

"Oh fuck," Shannon said with a sigh. This was so beyond bad that it wasn't even funny.

"Yeah," Matt agreed. "The cops are looking for him and the FBI will probably be involved before morning since we're all sure Randy already took Jeff out of the state." He sighed and shook his head. "Fuck, I feel so fucking helpless."

"Matt--"

"Orton won't go home…he's a psycho but he isn't stupid. He won't go where we're going to look for him." Matt sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I called Mark. He and Glenn are gonna start their own hunt. And once Kimo gets here he's going to take care of you while I join them."

Shannon didn't bother to object to that plan. The way he figured it, the more people that were out looking for Jeff, the better chance they had of finding him before Orton really hurt him.. "Someone will find them," he said firmly, reaching out and grabbing Matt's hand. "One of us will get Jeff away from Orton."

Matt nodded in agreement and they fell into a very tense silence. They wanted--no, needed to believe they would rescue Jeff sooner rather than later. Neither one of them wanted to think about what could happen to Jeff if they didn't.