AN: Ok peeps, the story's almost coming to a close. :( Next chappie will be the last. Either way, enjoy! ^_^

Chapter 10

Soon after, the three ended back up on the road, fleeing the house as quickly as they could...

Dean was steaming mad while Roman continued driving, all while Seth fiddled with the tape recorder in the back.

"Look, I wasn't thinking, okay? I'm sorry!" Roman spoke up, breaking the silence. "She's so hot and I'm so weak. I'm a weak, weak man. Ok, I admit it!"

Once the car turned down another street, they screeched to a halt once about five police cars cornered around Roman's apartment.

"Oh, shit!" Seth cried. "OH, shit!"

"They found my DNA." Reigns muttered.

"Back the fucking car up, please. Back it fucking up!" Dean cried while he did just that.

"They found your dick-brush!" Rollins snapped. "You know what, you are OBSESSED with your dick, you are OBSESSED with it!"

"No, I'm not, it was a prank!" Roman argued. "It was a prank!"

"Hey, hey, SHUT IT DOWN!" Dean exclaimed. "Let's start talkin' about where we're gonna LIVE. Cause the current situation won't work!"

"Yep. Yep, exactly." Reigns agreed. "There's gonna be cops everywhere."

"Are you talking about fleeing the country?" asked Seth.

"Damn right, I'm talking about that. I'm talking about Canada or Mexico." Ambrose replied.

"That's right. Make a choice." Reigns nodded.

"I can't move to Mexico, I can't handle the-you know, I'll probably die-" Seth cried.

"What, you want to go to jail for the rest of your life?!" Roman snapped.

"Well there's the heat and I'm gonna blister up like a-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Dean called over them both.

"Wait, wait, I'm getting a call. I gotta get this." Rollins said, answering his cell. "Hello?"

"Hello, Lover." Kelly announced, naked and in a tub filled with suds and was surrounded by candles in a dimly lit room.

"Uhhh, Kelly, now's not a good time to talk." he replied.

"Hey, I'm not here. I'm not here." Roman whispered.

"No, it's ok. I actually meant to call your home phone." the blonde replied, while his eyes widened. "Y'know, tell Kaitlyn about us."

"NO! No, no, no, no. Don't do that. Wait, you gotta wait." Rollins cried.

"...And there's the metric system, and we gotta buy coats, and learn hockey, and all that SHIT." Dean muttered to himself, mentally planning their trip to Canada.

Meanwhile, Kelly continued, "Well I think I've waited long enough, Seth. I'm kinda...tired of you messing with my emotions."

"Uhh, I'm not playin' with ya, I'm not toyin' with ya, I'm gonna take care of it. I'm gonna take care of it." he assured.

"Wait, wait, wait." she paused. "What are you gonna do to me?"

Seth paused as well. "I'm gonna have sex with you."

"What?" Roman asked quietly, turning back while Dean miserably shook his head.

"I want you to give me details, you pussy. And please be explicit." the blonde replied, on the other end.

Rollins nervously looked around and uttered, "You want details? I'm in a car with people, now's not the time for details."

"I don't care if it's not a great time."

"Ok, fine. I'm gonna...make you feel good. Y'know...with my fingers...and my tongue. And whatnot."

"Oh." Dean and Roman sighed, rolling their eyes.

"I know you can do better than that."

"All right, uh, I'm gonna put my penis in your pussy, Kelly!" Seth exclaimed.

"Oh boy, that's gonna get me off." Ambrose said sarcastically.

In the meantime, Laurinaitis roared down the street, eying down his prey which wasn't too far away from him to begin with. In fact, he was right behind them. And he greeted them by bumping their car from behind.

"WHOA!-Shit!-What the fuck was that?!" they cried, bracing for impact.

They were bumped even harder.

"What the FUCK?!" Roman cried.

Dean quickly looked back. "It's John!"

"Oh, my God..." he whined, seeing as Johnny's car sideswiped his from the side, taking off one of the rearview mirrors. From Dean's side, he could see the angry, sadistic look of his boss glaring right at him.

"He's gonna fucking kill us!" Seth cried.

"C'mon, we gotta get outta here!" Dean exclaimed. "Whoa, whoa, careful!" After swerving in and out of traffic and trying to avoid obstacles in the road, Kelly continued trying to get some 'details' out of Seth.

"Hey, are you gonna slap me in the face with your cock, Seth?" she asked.

"YES, I'll slap you in the face with my cock!" Rollins cried, mostly in fear while the three were being tossed around in the vehicle like a group of rag dolls.

"This is fucking crazy!" Reigns cried, looking in his rearview mirror to see Johnny's car tailgating them again.

"Don't hit the truck!" Dean snapped.

"It's GO time!" he replied, speeding even faster.

"Okay. More, Seth." Kelly called.

"I'll climb on top of you and spank your ass until it's raw!" he cried. "And you can do the same to me, till we're both really chafed up real bad!"

Laurinaitis rammed their car again, sending them on a 360 degree swerve across the street while they screamed for mercy. "AAAHH!"

Now though, they were stopped in the middle of the street with more oncoming traffic headed towards them.

"This ain't gonna work, go, Rome, GO, GO!" Dean cried.

"I got it, I got it!" Roman nodded, quickly maneuvering the vehicle back on the road.

"Come on, Seth..." Kelly continued.

"I'll lick your arms and stuff!" he cried.

"What else?"

"And then I'll... jam my fist right up your ass!"

"Aah." Kelly smiled and squealed in reply.

Meanwhile, the guys' car was still being ransacked across the highway.

"AAH!" Roman and Dean screamed.

"YEAH, BABY!" Seth screamed over the phone.

"That way, turn fucking that way!" Ambrose cried.

"I'll dance on your boobies and I'll jump up and down on your ass!" Rollins continued as the car made a sharp turn down another street.

Meanwhile, Kelly sighed in relief, smiling all the way. "...I'll see you Friday, dirty bird."

"Yeah Friday, see you Friday!" he quickly hung up and yelled at Roman, "Nice job fucking the crazy out of her, Roman!"

"Oh, sorry! Maybe I should've been dancing on her boobs!" he cried sarcastically.

"And that's very good driving, by the way." Dean pointed out, glancing at him.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Suddenly, the NavGuide came on and Gregory announced, "Good evening, Mr. Reigns."

"Uh, hey, Gregory, how are you?" Roman asked, still jilted from before.

"Our on-board sensors report that you had a collison?"

"Yeah, thanks, Gregory, we know. We're being chased by a crazy man who just hit us!" he snapped back.

"I will alert the authorities and direct them to your location."

"No, wait! Don't call the cops! They're already after us." Dean cried.

"No Gregory, they think that we murdered someone!" Seth exclaimed. "Do NOT call the cops!"

The car turned down another street, but gradually got slower and slower.

"Hey. Hey, what's goin' on, Rome, why you stopping? Go, go, GO!" Ambrose exclaimed.

"No, I didn't do that, the engine died!" he exclaimed, desperately punching the accelerator.

"I have remotely disabled your engine."

"WHAT?!" Reigns cried in disbelief.

"Standard navguide protocol. Whenever a driver has committed a crime."

"I pay $19.95 a month for this fucking service!" he snapped.

"Please remain in your vehicle because the police will be arriving shortly."

"Gregory, I thought you were our fuckin' friend, man!" Seth screamed angrily.

Suddenly, Laurinaitis 's car PLOWED into the rear of Roman's, forcing it into the back of a parked car. Even if the engine was working, there'd be nowhere to go now. Dazed from the impact, the airbags slowly deflated before Dean and Roman, while Seth slowly inched his way back to a sitting position in the back.

"Ohhh...ah..." he groaned.

A sudden knock on the window from Laurinaitis (and his gun) didn't give the boys any time to rest. Roman, Dean, and Seth nervously eyed him down.

"Get out of the car. All of you." he demanded. "Come on!"

The three guys nervously exited the car and faced Laurinaitis , who continued to point the gun at them.

"Hey, remember when I saved your life and all-" Seth began.

"Shut up!"

"Just take it easy, man." Roman replied.

"Shut up. Now I got six bullets in this gun. That means I can shoot each one of you twice, just like that bastard, Bischoff. If I really wanted to, but I'm not gonna do that."

"You're not gonna shoot us, or you're not gonna shoot us twice? Be clear." Rollins spoke up again.

"Shut. Up."

He looked down and bit his lower lip.

"I got a better idea. I'm gonna tell the cops that YOU killed Bischoff. And when I found out, you tried to kill me to shut me up." he explained, smirking.

"That's crazy." Roman muttered.

"Isn't it? Because I don't see one shred of evidence that proves that I shot Bischoff. And besides," he continued, polishing his gun to get rid of his own fingerprints. "I'm the guy with a bullet in his leg."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "What?"

And with that, Johnny did what he said he'd do and shot his own leg, while the others jumped back.

"WHOA!"

"AAH, God, that hurts so much. Son of a bitch!" he cried through clenched teeth." He tossed the gun towards Seth. "Hey, catch!"

"No, don't ca-" they began, when Rollins caught the gun anyway with wide, scared eyes.

"Goddamn it, Seth!" Roman cried, exasperated.

"You see?! You can't win a marathon without putting band-aids on your nipples." Laurinaitis continued.

"...What does that mean?" Seth questioned.

"Hey, watch this." he began, before faking his own pain and 'collapsing' to the ground. Right when the police arrived at the scene.

"Everybody FREEZE! Police! They have a gun!" they called at once, drawing their weapons.

Meanwhile, the boys had no choice but to put their hands up in surrender.

"Aah!" Seth cried, tossing the gun away. They quickly fell to their knees.

"DON'T MOVE!"

"Wait, it's a mistake!" Dean called. "It's an honest mistake!"

"Oh, thank God you came! These guys, they shot me!" Johnny cried, getting back up.

"That's not true!" Seth screamed.

"Bullshit!" Roman exclaimed as the guards thrusted their weapons at them to shut them up.

"Bullshit, they murdered someone and they tried to shut me up!" he said quickly. "Please protect me from them, I have a wife! And a cat!"

"Okay, take it easy." the detective replied.

Meanwhile, while the officers frisked the boys, one slipped out something from Roman's back. "Hey, what the hell is this?!"

"It's a tape recorder!" he exclaimed. A pause. "Oh shit! It's the tape recorder!"

"It's a tape recorder." Dean smiled, catching on.

The officer tossed it towards the detective.

"NO! Wait! It's been recording the whole time!" Reigns realized.

"Listen to us, officer!" Seth exclaimed as they stood back up.

"HEY-HANDS UP!"

They raised their arms.

"Hey, listen to us for one second. He confessed to killing Bischoff." Seth began, while the others nodded. "He said he shot him twice, and then he was gonna shoot us twice, he was very clear about that part!"

"That's right." Dean nodded.

"You are insane." Johnny frowned.

"Just play the tape." he replied.

"Play the tape." Roman agreed.

The detective eyed them down before playing the contents of the tape:

Roman was heard whispering, "But all those people are right outside."

Candice replied, "Ooh, your balls are so smooth."

Everyone exchanged shocked looks.

"Wait a minute. Is that my wife?!" Laurinaitis cried.

"No, no. Of course not, let's move past that." Roman lied, shaking his head.

The detective fast forwarded to...

"... jam my fist right up your ass!"

Seth paled.

"And I'll dance on your boobies and jump up and down on your ass!"

Laurinaitis and the detective stared at him in disgust.

"What the fuck is this?" the detective demanded.

"Well, don't judge me. I have a thing going on with my boss, it's really none of your business..." Rollins replied.

"Seth, shut the fuck up." Dean muttered quickly.

"If you could get to the end?"

The recording ended with the sound of Laurinaitis 's truck crashing into the boys' car, and the guys' screams that were heard seconds later. "There's nothing on here!" he concluded.

"Shit!" Reigns cried, defeated.

"What happened?" cried Seth.

"Thing must've stopped recording when we crashed." he sighed.

"And right before this guy supposedly confessed?" the detective asked.

"Hey. These guys are liars, they cannot be trusted." Johnny replied sternly. "They shot me in the leg, they killed a guy..."

"He shot himself!" Rollins interrupted.

"All right, I don't need to hear anything else." the detective announced.

For a few moments, Dean, Seth, and Roman exchanged looks. Then...

"Cuff em."

"Oh, my God..." Dean muttered. As the officers swarmed to apprehend them.

"Wait, you don't need to cuff us..." Seth began.

"Oh my God, we're going to jail." Roman realized.

Dean flashed him a defeated look in reply, while his hands were being cuffed.

"We're going to fucking jail!" he repeated. "Unbelieveable."

"It hurts. It hurts..." Laurinaitis whined to the detective.

But before anything else could be done, Gregory spoke up again. "Excuse me? Officers?"

Everyone stopped and turned to the car.

"I should mention that it is Navguide policy to record all conversations for quality assurance."

"Who the hell's that?" Johnny questioned, peeking inside the car.

Meanwhile, the boys smiled in relief.

"That's our Navguide ref!" Dean grinned.

"His name is Almonond." Roman smiled along.

"Altmonmond!" Seth exclaimed.

"Almanmond." Ambrose chimed in.

"Altmanmond was what it was!" he replied.

"Atmanand."

"Atman-Gregory, uh, play what he said!" Roman cried.

"Yeah, just after the crash!" Dean added.

"Very good, sir."

Laurinaitis scoffed and turned to the detective. "Oh, come on! You're not gonna listen to this, this isn't evidence!"

"Now I got six bullets in this gun. That means I can shoot each one of you twice, just like that bastard, Bischoff. If I really wanted to, but I'm not gonna do that." his voice revealed, to the joy of the guys. While they shared huge smiles and laughed in triumph, Johnny paled himself and quickly shook his head.

"That's it!" Dean exclaimed, snapping his fingers.

"That's it." the detective agreed, turning to Johnny. "It was you."

"YEAH!-Oh ho!" the boys cheered, high fiving one another. "Fuck yeah!"

"No. No, that is NOT true." Laurinaitis argued. "It's just a car. You're not gonna listen to a car!"

While he was being handcuffed, Ambrose smirked and replied, "I guess I'm getting that promotion after all. Yeah."

He seethed.

"Oh! And to answer your question, that WAS your wife!" Roman exclaimed, amused.

"You fucked my wife?!" he asked through clenched teeth.

"I fucked your wife." he laughed.

Johnny wasn't amused one bit. "You..fucked my wife!" he snapped, charging towards him while Dean stepped ahead and swung a HARD punch across his former boss's face.

"OOH!" Roman and Seth winced, chuckling.

"Ow..." he groaned, on the ground again.

"Yeah..." Ambrose chuckled, shaking off his hand. "How you like them nipples?"

Seth snickered. "Did you just do a catchphrase?"

"'Good Will Hunting.'" he nodded.

Meanwhile, the police picked up Johnny and led him towards their car. "'Good Will Hunting'?" he hissed back.

"Yeah-Iconic!" they agreed, watching him get carted away.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday!" Rollins called, grinning and sending him a wave.

Dean VO: "So in the end, we didn't wind up going to jail. Well, actually we did later on that night, when they brought us in and booked us. But since we led the cops to Laurinaitis, they ultimately agreed to let our other offenses slide. And strangely enough, lucky for Roman, there's no laws in the books against putting people's toiletries up your dick."