Co-written by Jennie and RatedrKjErIcHo.

Savannah let Officer Irvine lead her to a police cruiser and he held open the back door for her. Savannah was too tired to ask him to allow her to ride in the front with him. She knew it was against the rules for passengers to be in the front seat with the officer and not everyone broke the rules as Randy did.

As the hospital became a speck in the rear view mirror, Savannah finally let her tears drip down her cheeks. She wiped them away discretely and stared out of the window. Savannah never let anyone see her cry. At that moment she had more faith in that she would see Randy again, then she did ever seeing Stephen again.

"Ya, I'm on my way right now." She heard Irvine talking on his cell phone, but she didn't pay attention. Her heart was ripped in two and she felt as if she herself were dying. At that moment she did not care about the cop's perfect little life. Sure he probably had problems, but nothing compared to what she was feeling.

"The Hardy brothers will be there when I arrive, right?"

Hardy's? Savannah did not recognize the name. Randy had never mentioned them. She assumed that Irvine was talking about the two officers that would be guarding her door and assumed they were rookie beat cops.

Savannah laid her head against the glass and closed her eyes as they made their way. She just wanted to go to sleep hoping it would all be over by the time she woke up. Sleeping. Ya that would be better than being awake and worrying about the situation every second.

She felt a bump and opened her eyes wide. The officer had turned down a dirt road and all she could see was trees and she could hear the twigs and branches scraping the paint as they drove slowly.

"Hey!" she pounded on the glass partition. "Where are we? I may not know all the roads in this city but I know damn good and well this isn't the way to my condo."

The officer didn't speak. He only smirked.

"Hey!"

"Shut up." Irvine snapped. "You're going to a safe house."

"Randy said I was going home."

"I know what I'm doing." He said annoyed. "I swear this is why I don't date much." Chris mumbled.

They came to a stop in front of an old building that looked like it had been partially knocked down. The roof was caved in on one side and the part that still remained looked like it could go at any moment.

"This doesn't look like a place the cops would use."

The cop ignored her and stepped out of the car. Two men walked towards him. She tried to open the door, but it could not be opened from the inside.

"She's your problem now boys."

Irvine opened the door and she stepped out and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not staying here, it's a death trap."

They laughed.

Savannah looked the men up and down. One was a little skinnier than the other and they slightly resembled each other. The skinnier one had streaks of purple and green in his hair while the other one wore his long black hair in a neat ponytail. They did not look like cops. Maybe they were undercover?

The moment the larger one handed Irvine a thick stack of bills, Savannah knew she had not been delivered to the men Randy had thought she was being taken to. She bolted toward the dirt trail they had taken in.

"Get her, Jeff!" The skinnier guy caught up with her with ease and grabbed her from behind. She kicked and flailed as he dragged her, cupping his hand over her mouth.

The next thing she felt was a sudden, sharp pain go through her skull and all went black.

Punk smiled when he saw John and Randy. He opened the ER door and motioned for them to walk in. Punk nodded to his men.

"Let's go. Move!" Wade yelled at the hostages, herding them toward the door like a rancher would his cows. They rushed toward the door in a panic, each one terrified they would not make it out and would remain the mad man's hostage. Soon all was quiet and the doors were locked.

Punk posted two of men at the main door and the others headed back to the ER with John and Randy in front at gun point.

Madison, Stephen and the two guys guarding them looked up as they heard footprints. Madison was shocked when she saw John and Randy walking toward them.

"Well, looks like all the special guests have finally arrived."He chuckled. "Except for ... one. Cena, don't you want to see your wife?"

John looked at Maddie and then Punk. He was worried that Punk would shoot him the minute he stepped forward.

"Oh I promise not to shoot you." Punk gave John a look. "Not yet."

John walked fast over to Maddie. She stood up from the desk with tears in her eyes at the sight of her husband. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He didn't want to let her go. He pulled back and looked at her. He gently ran his hand over the bruise on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I am but I'm better now that you're here." She whispered softly.

"Sit down both of you." Punk yelled. Madison sat down while John didn't. "Cena, I'm letting you sit by your wife so if I were you, I would sit."

John sat down beside her and watched as Punk walked over to Randy.

"Well, Orton. I wish I had something to hold over your head but I don't." Punk smirked and pulled Alyssa to him. "But I'm sure you care about Mrs. Mizanin, don't you?"

"Yes, I care about Alyssa and I care about Madison."

"Well that will probably be useful." He looked around. "Well what to do with everyone? Well let's get to know each other. Why don't we talk to John and Madison first?"

He walked over to the desk and pulled Madison up. John tried to stop him but the look he gave him made John rethink it. He didn't want to give punk a reason to hurt Madison in front of him.

"Do you want to know what I did well almost did to your wife, Cena?" Punk said pulling Madison close. "I almost had her and I would have if that old bag." He said pointing to the old lady in the wheelchair who was dead. "Hadn't made a racket."

John held his temper. He was seething with anger that Punk almost raped his wife. He had to remain calm so he could help get Maddie out.

"I bet you're so mad right now." Punk taunted. He moved his head to kiss Maddie on the cheek. She turned away from him but he pulled her head back. "Do not turn away from me."

"Just leave her alone." John said. "She isn't a part of this. She never met your son and she had nothing to do with his death."

"But she is important to you." He kissed her again and pushed her to John who pulled her into his arms. "That makes her important to me."

He looked at Alyssa. "Well, Mrs. Mizanin, I can't give you your husband but I give you someone else's." He smiled evilly. "Since Madison here has John to hold her for now, you should have someone too. And that leaves Randy here."

He walked over to Alyssa and pulled her to him and walked over to Randy. "Here"

He pushed Alyssa to Randy who caught her to make sure she didn't fall. Punk smirked menacingly. "You two look good together. How close are you with her husband? Are you all friends?" He walked closer to the pair and touched his gun to Alyssa's temple. "Are you all friends?"

Randy in one quick movement disarmed Punk, pulling the gun from his hand and turning it on him before Punk could take his next breath. Immediately he heard two simultaneous clicks behind him. Punk chuckled.

"You're clever, Orton. But stupid."

Randy glanced over his shoulder. Punk's posse was poised and ready to shoot his best friend and his wife.

"Is it worth it ... hero?" Reluctantly Randy released his grip on the gun and let it swing on his trigger finger. "That's a good boy. Let's try this again." Punk stuck the gun to Alyssa's wound and dug the barrel into it.

"Yes," she blurted.

"Well, today must be my lucky day." Punk grinned and skipped a little before becoming serious and turning his demented green eyes on them. "Kiss her."

"What?"

"You're not deaf, Orton, Kiss her and I don't mean a peck."

Randy hesitated. He could not do that to Mike and he loved Savannah.

"Kill them." Punk ordered.

"No. no!" Alyssa pressed her body close to Randy's and closed her mouth over his. They shared a long kiss, becoming more passionate with each moment until Punk was satisfied.

"Disgusting. Enough of that. Maybe later you two can play a little more." Punk laughed. "Sit!"

They did as he asked. Randy's mind was running everything through it. He was figuring out a plan to get everyone out and kill Punk. He looked at Alyssa. She might not be his wife but he had to protect her for Mike, his friend.

"Just kill me and let everyone go." Stephen said to him. "I killed your son with the wrong medication. Blame me. But let these innocence people go."

"They aren't innocence. Orton, here shot my son. Cena, here is his partner and he could have stopped what happened."

"Alyssa and Madison are innocence. They had nothing to do with any of it."

"Yeah but I need them as leverage."

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