And the last installment of AAA (All-American Arson). Enjoy!

The courtroom was full of now understanding residence of the burnt down apartments and homes. As a lawyer, Ziggler knew how to sway his story to not only make it truthful and believable, but also keeping himself and Swagger victimized. Randy applauded the man's gift. A firm had to be stupid not to hire a spin doctor like him.

Evan came forward to testify on Jack's behalf about his character and John Morrison on Dolph's. According to the character witnesses, each were young genuinely good people in need of money. Anyone in the poor part of the city could understand.

Dolph only hoped the jury could understand too.

Judge Taker nodded and skimmed through the files he was given once more. A sigh. "Obviously I cant just let you go completely, so tell me again why I should let you out of here with a lesser penalty. Sure you threw yourself on the mercy of the court but these are serious charges."

Dolph worried his lip before explaining. "And sir I do understand that but my partner and I were backed into a tough situation. We gave ourselves up, understanding the repercussions, and we even gave the detectives more information that would help them put the true criminal away."

Taker just stared in silence before laughing. "You just pulled that one out of your butt." Just as Dolph was to protest, Taker held up his hand, "But I'll tell you what: You to stay in police custody until this true criminal is sent before me. If I see that she is all that you told detectives, when you come back before me the most you'll get is probation and community service to pay for the damages to all the houses. Deal? Sound good?" He banged his gavel without anymore time for objections.

:::Downtown:::

"Can I help you," A Latino man came to the door that Christian and Chris rapped on. The taller blonde offered his hand.

"Im officer Christian and this is Officer Chris." The hand was shaken.

"Chavo," he replied. "Can I help you, officers?" He asked again in a much friendlier tone, stressing 'officers'. Very suspicious.

Chris held up a picture and asked, "Is Mrs. Guerrero here?"

"Sì, Ella es mi tia." He motioned them closer and called back into the house. "Aunt Vickie, there's two detectives who want to speak with you!" Chavo waited but to no answer. "Vickie!" Again, nothing. "That's weird she was just in the kitchen. I'll be right back," he mentioned as bs walked back in.

The two detectives were just about to enter behind when the shorter Canadian caught a sight out the corner of his eye. Not only did he see but he also heard the sound of an unfamiliar car screeching out the driveway. Turning quickly, Chris was only able to get a quick glance of the wanted woman hightailing it off the scene in their police car. "Son of a Gun!" Bs yelled and ran to try and catch it but he knew he'd never beat on of the cars.

Christian came running out at the sound as well but he was on his phone. "So you're telling me, Ziggler got out?! How the heck did that happen? Where did he go?" The closer he looked into the back window, the clearer Dolph's form seemed to appear and Christian sighed in frustration. "Look it doesn't even matter! Just get me every squad car in the area tailing after ours!"

"They're headed outside the city into the mountains." Chris added bluntly trying to calm himself.

"They're headed outside of the city!…yes, towards the mountains! Hurry it up! Oh and you tell security I want a full report on this when I get back to the station," The last words came off with true malice and abruptly his phone was hung up. "Idiots!" Christian threw his cell to the ground.

Chris huffed defeatedly and crossed his arms. "If they make it to those mountains, we'll never find them."

"And that's just what's going to happen. You know our squad cars can't dispatch that fast." Christian complained and stomped around angrily.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. "This is just...ridiculous."

When the men returned back to the office, they rushed upstairs to the holding cells. Chris looked to Phil, who was reprimanding the head of security, for answers. "What happened? Oh well let me just tell you, Jericho." Phil faked a smile and pointed to Head of Security. "Khali here, thought it would okay to leave Ziggler unattended while a number of guards were on Swagger. How smart!"

His Deputy, Runjin interjected, "Our bad, okay?! This Swagger kid looked a whole lot more threatening than the smaller one!"

"Aww, don't give me that!" Phil waved the excuse away and stomped over to Jack. "Did you know about this?"

Jack just shrugged, not surprised by any of this. "If I knew about it, don't you think I would've ran away with them?" As the realization hit Phil, Swagger rolled his eyes. "Exactly." He pointed around his cage, "So in an incident like this, do I stay here until you find them or what?"

"No," Randy stepped on to the scene accompanied by the first victim they encountered, Evan. "In a case like this we ask the Judge to overturn his previous decision as far as withholding and just let you deal with community work. You even got someone that would post bail." He smirked down at Evan who stepped forward by the cell.

Jack didn't look to impressed but that made Evan grin harder. "How you doin, Bourne?"

"Fine, Jacky."

Randy smiled momentarily and patted Bourne forward more to the bars. "Earliest we'll have you out is the morning."

Smiling, Evan slipped his hand through the cage and slipped Jack a wrinkled piece of paper. "Check it out."

Swagger curiously accepted the paper and couldn't keep the smile off his face, those big teeth showing prominently. He looked back and forth between the paper and the smaller brunette. "So you finally got it?"

Evan nodded and reached in his pocket. "Yup, the bank finally approved the loan for our place."

"Our place?"

"Our place." Bourne shrugged and crossed his arms. "What else do you think I bailed you out for? After officer Dolph explained all the details during the trial, I guess it a made sense. So you willing to give this thing another try- without the Vickie Kiss Cam?"

Jack laughed in disbelief and nodded, "Am I the All-American American that I know I am?"

The group basked in the tender moment until they were called on by their Chief. "So?" Christian asked in anticipation.

Chief Hart just dropped his head, "They got away." A collective sigh. "Yeah, I know but we traced all the drug lines and stopped them in Guerrero's district and the insurance companies are already finding homes for all the victims. That being the case, don't. beat yourselves up over this." He nodded to them and took off to do work.

"I can't believe this, not after all that work I put into getting a confession," Randy yawned making Phil and Chris laugh.

Chris smirked and prepared to go home. He promised Christian to eat after his hard work on the case. For him to just be coming back, he did pretty good. "Don't worry, Randy. We'll run into them again. One day."

Well hope the end was unexpected! The next story will include...I'm not sure! All open for suggestions, though!