Okay, so sorry it's been longer than I wanted between updates. Since I still mainly write at night when my roommate goes to work and I'm taking care of her kids during the day while she sleeps, the weekends are a bit hectic for me with the kids not going to school. It's hard to concentrate on getting a good chapter out when I'm constantly breaking up fights and making meals. lol.

Also, I know I've been trying to use the wrestlers real names more than their in-ring names (except for Punk but that's just what Callie likes to call him) but I've decided that for Mr Mystery Man I'm going to use his ring name instead of his real one. No real reason other than the fact that I just don't like his real name.

And lastly, a huge thanks to all of my reviewers who love the story and keep asking for more. You guys rock! When I first got the idea for this story and thought about writing it to post I really didn't think that my writing was good enough for anyone to want to read it. You guys are awesome. therealchamps, SandraSmit19 and BubblyShell22...thanks for liking the story!

Chapter 10

"And seriously dude, what were you thinking with that girl? She looked at you like you had to heads!"

"What?" Jeff asked as innocently as possible. "If I'm going to ask a girl out I have to know if she at least thinks I'm funny first." The grin on his face told otherwise though. Punk had an idea that Jeff was just trying out new material before he used it to freak out the entire WWE roster. The girl at the restaurant had been an easy target for him and after seeing how she had treated the wait staff, he didn't feel bad about it in the least. As he pulled into the driveway of Callie's and shut off the engine, the headlights of the car behind him glared into the rearview mirror. John pulled his Charger in behind theirs and opened the door to step out. Jeff and Punk let out a collective sigh, knowing what was probably coming. Over dinner, they had heard about Callie's little meltdown earlier at the arena and her fights with both Dave and John. So going into the house was either going to start another yelling match or she would completely ignore him and make the night more tense for everyone. "Well," Jeff said turning his head to Punk. "Guess we better go face it head on." Punk nodded and they both exited their vehicle as John walked up.

"I hate to say it man," John said. "But I'm actually kind of scared to go in there."

Punk gave him a reassuring slap on the shoulder. "Whatever it is, she'll forgive you eventually. You're her brother, man, she loves you."

John didn't look convinced but nodded and walked up towards the door with the other two men in tow. Unlocking the door and stepping inside John immediately felt like something wasn't right. The house was eerily quiet. The television, which could always be heard from right inside the front door wasn't on. That was the first thing he had noticed and it was highly unlike Callie. Evn if she wasn't actually paying attention to whatever show as on, Cal always had the tv for background noise. Either that or the stereo and that couldn't he heard either. Part of him wanted to say that she was upstairs hiding out in her room but, pulling up into the driveway, he didn't see any lights on in her room and she always slept with a small lamp on because she tended to freak herself out when she was alone at night. Obviously she had been home because her car was there. John continued into the living room and looked around for signs of her. There was a half empty beer bottle on the coffee table and the television remote was on the floor, something else that was unlike Callie, who always made sure the remote was on the table because she hated having to look for it. What the hell was going on here?

"Maybe she's upstairs," Jeff said, seeing the worried look on John's face. "I'll run up there and check."

While waiting for Jeff to return with news, John flipped through some of the paperwork she had strewn over the coffee table. Mostly it was reports and invoices for her work at the WWE but off to one side were sketches of furniture that were obviously her own little projects. He shufled through a couple of them and managed half a smile. She really was great at what she did and her creativity never failed to amaze him. He looked up as Jeff bounded back into the room carrying a mostly full bottle of Jack and Callie's dead cell phone. "Well, she apparently was here. She's not in her room though but these were in her bathroom. Checked the guest rooms too. No sign." All three of them looked a little worried now. Even as pissed off and upset as she was, pullin disappearing act was not like Callie at all. Even if she still didn't want to talk to John, at the very least, she would have sent Jeff or Punk a text letting them know she was going out so they didn't worry when they got home. And she'd never let herself get drunk enough to act irresponsibly, especially when she was alone. Deciding to check her phone to see if she called anyone to come pick her up John rose and walked towards the kitchen to plug it into the charger, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he reached the doorway. He opened his mouth to yell to the others but no words would come out. His blue eyes glazed over as he took in the scene before him and a gruesome realization dawned on him.

Glass was broken all over the floor and looking up above the bar he saw that many of the wine glasses hanging there were now missing. Over to his right the chairs were overturned by the kitchen table and several bottles of wine were broken around it, probably having fallen from the hutch Callie kept in the corner. The window blinds on the glass paned door that led out to the backyard were askew and one of the drawers underneath the bar had been pulled completely out of it's sliders and utensils were spread everywhere. But what his attention honed in on was the blood. There was a large puddle of it in front of the refridgerator and it had smeared all over the floor, like there had been a struggle and whoever it had come from had ended up rolling around in it with someone. It was the blood that had caused John to stop dead and lose all ability to think clearly. Callie wasn't here and, wherever she was, it seemed as if she was seriously hurt. He quickly turned to head back for the phone extension in the livingroom, not wanting to disturb anything in the kitchen by walking over it, and saw that both Jeff and Punk were right behind him peering over his shoulder. Both men had stunned looks on their faces that said they had a pretty good idea that something serious had happened but they weren't going to allow themselves to imagine what. "Jeff, call the hospitals! There's a phone book in here." John said immediately. Something about seeing the other men's faces snapped him out of his shock and suddenly he was in emergency mode.

"The hospitals?"

"Just to make sure. She might have cut herself or something and gone there..." The look on Jeff's face told him that he didn't believe that any more than John did but there was still hope. "I'm going to call the police."

Punk still stood in the doorway of the kitchen, staring down into the destruction, seeing the shadow of his reflection in the blood clotting on the tile. Slowly, seemingly without even thinking about it, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Randy's number.

...

The room was dark. That much she was grateful for. The pounding in her head made it too painful to move at all and she couldn't imagine what it would feel like if she could see any kind of light making it's way through her closed lids. Her entire body was aching and even just laying there not moving the pain was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes. After a few moments she sdared to slowly open her eyes and she had been right, the room was dark but she could make out shadows around the room. It didn't look like furniture of any kind but more like stacks of things piled haphazardly around the large space. Well, she assumed it was large. It was too dim to be able to see where any of the walls were except the one she was laying next to. Where was she?

Suddenly it all started to come back to her. Her fight with John and Dave, the whiskey and the man in her house. There was a moment that she wasn't able to remember and thought that she had probably been unconscious at the time. Apparently she had been expected to stay unconscious for a while because when she woke up and started to fight as he was pulling her out of the house she had almost gotten the best of him for a minute, he had seemed so shocked. There had been glass breaking and things overturning as she tried to escape. Eventually her head injury had slowed her down, though, and he had easily overtaken her again.

Now, as she peered at her surroundings she couldn't help but wonder why this had happened. What could she have possibly done to anger him and cause this? She didn't even know how long she'd been there. Callie dared to try to sit up, using the wall next to her for support, and immediately regretted it. Every part of her body screamed at her and her head swam. For a few moments, she was pretty sure she was going to throw up everywhere. It crossed her mind that between the nausea and dizziness she probably had a concussion but, given the circumstances, that was the least of her worries at the moment. Calie managed to push herself up on her hands and lean against the wall, noting that it felt like concrete or cinder blocks. Something cold and exceptionally hard. As she moved her legs, slowly testing their strength and knowing she'd never be able to stand up in her condition, she heard a rattling sound. Like metal scraping against something. Immediately she stopped moving and strained her ears to hear for it again. It sounded close.. Really close. She listened as hard as she could but the only sound that came out of the darkness was the pounding of her own heart. She gave up and resumed trying to stretch out when she heard the sound again, and this time she felt something move by her ankle. Callie inwardly panicked, hoping against hope that she was wrong about this. Slowly reaching down her leg, gently probing around her right foot and ankle she felt the metal and her fears were confirmed. A thick chain had ben wrapped around her ankle and was probably anchored somewhere in a wall or on the floor to keep her from getting away. With no light in the room to see by she had no idea how long it was or where it came from but it was there all the same. She was trapped. Until she was better able to move around and follow the length of the chain she would have no idea how much it would limit her. Gasping for breath out of pain and fear, Callie leaned back against the wall and let the tears fall. Despair overtook any hope she might have been able to cling to. She had no idea where she was, she was hurt and all she wanted was to be at home with John and they guys. John. Would he even look for her when they realized she wasn't at home? Would he just think that she had gotten angry and left? No, that couldn't happen. No matter how angry she was he would know that she would never skip out on her duties at Wrestlemania. Wouldn't he? She didn't have her cell phone with her and the battery would probably be dead anyway. Actually, she was missing a few things that she remembered having before. Like her pajama pants and all of her jewelry. Callie had a silver ring she wore on the middle finger of her right hand and she never took it off for any reason. All of the jewelry from her body piercings were missing as well. What the hell was going on?

Callie didn't have time to ponder the oddness of the missing items long. Her head jerked up at a noise that came out of the distance. It echoed like a door closing at the end of a long empty hallway. Footsteps came towards her and Callie had to squint back the pain her head when a lightbulb suddenly blazed to life overhead. She fell back against the wall and brought her arm up to try to block out some of the light. Once she could open her eyes a little wider she saw him again. His dark shadow looming over her, causing her to shrink back as far as she could. It was a futile attempt. The chain attached to her leg would keep her from getting away from him even if she could.

"So, you've finally decided to join the land of the living, have you, Love?" God, how she hated that accent. "Well, now that you're awake, it's time I get a little reward for all of my efforts..." He took a few steps towards her and, as he came more into the light, Callie saw that he was undoing the clasp on his belt and the sudden realization of what was about to happen to her washed through all of her senses. As he closed the distance between them he reached down and grabbed a fistfull of her long red hair, jerking her up and slamming her back up against the cold wall and proceeded to press his hulking body up against hers.

"No!" She screamed and tried her hardest to break free of his grasp knowing she was took weak to fight him successfully.

"No point in trying, Love. No one can hear you here." He continued to paw at her body, reaching down to push down her boyshorts and jerk her head back savagely by her hair.

"No! You can't do this...you have to let me go! No, Wade, No!"

So the mystery is out but that doesn't mean the drama is over, by any means. What does Wade have planned for Wrestlemania and how does it involve Callie? Well, you're just going to have to wait and find out!