Dis: I own nothing that is real.

A/N: Yes, another update! Can you believe it? It hasn't even been 2 years! This is a slow chapter, but I promise things will pick up.

There are some things that people can handle and there are somethings that drive you mad. I have overcome physical injury, death, even being abandoned by my mother, but having someone else rifle through my things and then wear them as if they were their own… this was getting to me.

"My jacket. She was wearing my jacket! The one that Randy gave to me when we were dating," I complained over the phone to Angel.

"We couldn't tell for sure on the security tape. Randy said it looked like yours, but he could have been seeing things. It might be a jacket that was similar to yours."

Angel believes in 'innocent until proven guilty' and my good mood was wearing thin.

"Jessica, the police believe that whoever robbed your house robbed the other houses in your neighborhood. They can't find any reason why she would have done that. Right now they can only prove that she is a big wrestling fan and that she abruptly gave up her normal life to follow the WWE around, and that is not a crime."

Angel was trying to be comforting, but it wasn't helping. I rubbed my forehead trying to fight back the massive migraine that was forming.

"Okay, what about a restraining order? I'm seven months pregnant; I don't want her coming within 100 feet of me."

"Jess, we have no proof that she is a threat. The police will do nothing until we can prove that she did something. If they do find evidence that she was the one that broke into your house, or if she does something to endanger you or Randy, we can get a restraining order, but for now we can't do anything. This might all be in your head. She might be innocent."

I started pacing the spare bedroom of the Cena household. "Angel, please give me some good news. What about security?"

"Well, Mr. McMahon is fully aware of the situation, however he already sent one security officer out to Boston at Randy's request. We can't stop our tour just because you think a stalker might become obsessed. The show must go on. And like I said, you don't know if she even did anything!"

"Angel," I was almost pleading now, "how many years have I put in to the company? How many years has Randy put in? How many years has my father or even Randy's father put in? You're saying that Mr. McMahon doesn't care if my life is in danger?!"

"Jess please. The whole McMahon family cares about your safety. They just don't believe that you are in any sort of danger. Now just relax. I'll call you if anything comes up."

I shut the cell phone and tossed it into a pile of clothes. Randy was stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head. He had been told the exact same thing in the previous days.

It was his fault that I was so worked up over this. He had to share every thought that crossed his mind. 'What if she is dangerous?' 'What if she is coming to Boston?' 'What if the police don't catch her until it is too late?'

Of course he then told me not to think about it. Like that helps.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you," he said sitting up. "You shouldn't be so stressed out. It is not good for your health or the baby's."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Calm down for starters." He pulled me to the bed. "Just breathe. I might have been wrong. It might have been a jacket that looks like yours."

"But you said you were almost sure that it was my jacket. Meaning she was in my house and going through my things. She found a way into the place that I felt the safest and destroyed everything."

I felt his hand run through my hair and down my back. "Hey, listen," he whispered in my ear. "You still have me and I still have you. We can find another safe place. She hasn't broken us."

A small amount of relief swept over me. I did still have him… but he was leaving in the morning with John. Caleigh, Little DC and I were staying here with the bodyguard that the WWE sent over.

There was a soft beeping coming from the pile of laundry that laid next to the bed. My phone was going off again. Truthfully, I didn't care who was calling. I found out that it had been a 'group decision' not to tell me about the break-in and that Randy only came clean because he felt guilty about lying to me. I didn't want to talk to anyone, which really isn't an option when people won't stop talking to me.

"We're home!" John shouted from the front door.

John had taken Caleigh to a Bed & Breakfast after Randy showed up in Boston. John was hoping Randy would come clean about everything to me.

"We're in here!" Randy answered back.

Suddenly, Caleigh came bursting through the door and jumped beside me on the bed. "Oh Jess! John just told me everything. I can't believe it. That girl better not come near you because she will have to get through me."

There was an idea. I could find people to form a human shield. That way they could deal with this problem and I could worry about everything else.

Caleigh pulled me into a hug as John and Randy went to check on the sleeping DC.

"How are you holding up?" she asked releasing me from her death grip.

"I'm… dealing with it."

What else could I say? I couldn't let it slip that I was petrified but also out for blood. Like everyone keeps telling me, we don't know for sure that the crazy stalker had actually broken into our house. We just suspect it.

"I know what we can do. We'll get all dressed up, we'll grab DC and we'll go out and spoil ourselves with new clothes and facials and we won't even think about this."

I had to admit, that sounded like a good plan… in theory. When Randy and John found out what we were up to they insisted on joining us. My eyes rolled as Caleigh refused. Something about if guys came along on a girls' day out everything would be ruined.

I let them fight it out for about 20 minutes before tossing my hands up in defeat and escaping to the bedroom. My cell phone was still ringing. This time I decided to answer it.

"Jessie! Finally!" The North Carolina boy exclaimed relieved.

"Hardy, I'm really not in the mood to talk to so make it quick."

A part of me wished that I hadn't come off so rude since I haven't talked to him in a while. I listen for him to respond, but there was silence.

"Jeff?"

"So I take it he told you."

"Yeah, he finally told me."

"He should have told you when your house was broken into. I was the only one who wanted to tell you from the beginning, but everyone else decided that it would put too much strain on you. I kept telling that dumb jock that you needed to know everything, that you were strong enough to handle it, but he wouldn't listen. I don't know why you married him. I tried to call you and tell you, but you didn't answer my calls..."

I could tell that he had this speech prepared for a while. I cut him off before he continued.

"Jeff, stop it. Just stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You know what you're doing, so just stop it. It is obvious you two don't like each other, but I don't need this now."

There was more silence.

"Ah… well if you don't want to talk to me now…"

"That's not what I meant. I just need you to be my best friend now and not go into your macho bull."

He let out a long sigh before he started again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump on you like that. Let's start over."

Jeff always knew how to get my mind off of things. We started on one random topic then went to the next. We talked about how much I missed my dog, who is staying with Glenn's girlfriend, and how much gas prices were going up.

"You're going to miss the party you know," he said in the middle of our chat.

"I know, but everyone will have tons of fun without me."

"I won't"

"Jeff, if you ruin the party that I worked so hard to create just because I'm not there, then I'm going to have to kill you. Understand?"

Jeff just laughed. "As always," he replied.

After a while I stopped listening to Jeff. He was my best friend, but I just was sick of talking to people. He realized I was quiet and let me go. I tried to lie down and relax. Unable to turn my mind off, my eyes darted around the room as if the pictures on the walls held the solution to my problems.

"She's in here," I heard someone call from the hall.

I covered my face with a pillow. Why can't everyone just leave me in peace for the next year? I didn't want to deal with Randy, Jeff, John, Caleigh, or even Melinda. Everyone can just go away. With that in mind, I tossed the pillow at the approaching footsteps. There was a thud as the pillow hit a table.

"We're going to have to work on your aim, Kiddo."

I knew that voice. My eyes flew open to see the 7-foot monster staring down.

Glenn had a comforting smile on his face as he sat next to me on the bed. I shifted my body so that my head was on his lap and he pulled a blanket over me.

"So, how's life treating you?" he asked rubbing my back.

"Oh you know, same old, same old. There might be a crazy woman out there trying to shove me out of the picture, but other than that nothing new."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope. I'm too worn out to even worry about it. At this point, if she tries anything, I'll just hit her over the head with a frying pan."

He laughed. "That's my girl."