I'm sorry if this one is kind of long and boring :|

Normal POV

"What about Emily?" Randy asked sternly. His arms were crossed over his chest as he locked eyes with both officers.

"Before we go any further, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Officer Marshall Price." The shorter man took off his cap and stuck out his hand to shake hands with Randy. "And this is my partner, Officer Dean Brooks."He continued while gesturing his hand to the other man who stood beside him. The man was equally tall as Randy and had a lighter skin than Marshall. Randy turned his eyes to Dean who in Randy's opinion looked little less friendly than his partner. His emerald green eyes shot a gaze towards Randy that was deep and threatening. Randy shot back to him with the same kind of stare.

"Can we uhh...come in so we can talk about this more privately?" Marshall asked for permission.

Randy nodded hesitantly. "Sure." He opened the door for the officers and led the gentlemen inside the house. On the way in, Dean and Randy threw sharp glances to each other before finally settling in.

Marshall and Dean took a seat next to each other at one couch while Randy sat on the opposite of theirs.

"Where's Emily?" Dean's deep husky voice broke the silence as he spoke. His eyes wandered around the house. He took notice of the paintings on the walls of Randy's house.

"She's at the back with my friends." Randy told harshly. He didn't like the attitude that Dean was bringing ever since he got to the house.

Dean shrugged while his lips curved downward, showing off a mocking expression to Randy. Randy simply rolled his eyes to the dark haired officer.

"Okay let's just cut to the chase. I was called by an officer from St Louis Police Department saying that Emily's mother, Holly died in a tragic car accident and that Dr. Fields had you responsible for Emily's care. Is that true, Randy?" Marshall inquired firmly.

"Yes, that's true. Now, hold on for a sec. I'm confused. You're from NYPD, right?" Randy frowned as he interrupted the interrogation.

Marshall nodded, "Yes we are."

"Emily's mom died here, in St Louis. Shouldn't this case be under St Louis PD and not NYPD?" Randy asked.

"They ran some investigations on Miss Holly's vehicle and discovered that the car was registered in New York under the name of her older brother..." Marshall trailed off. His eyes glanced towards Dean who sat beside him which gave Randy an obvious hint.

"Him?" Randy pointed his finger directly at Dean who was already looking at him straight.

Marshall nodded in acknowledgement, "St Louis PD were lack of information on Miss Holly. Interrogating her daughter after her experiencing a bad accident didn't help either. So they handed over the case to us immediately after finding out about the car for us to carry out further investigation." He told.

"I see. So that makes Emily your niece?" Randy raised his eyebrow to Dean.

"Yes."

"And you're here to take her back to New York?"

"Not without your permission." Dean replied.

Randy scoffed, "She's not even my kid. You can take her fly to Mars if you wanted to."

Dean shook his head. Slowly he dug inside his pocket and reached for his wallet. From the wallet, he took out a photo that had his sister in it. He placed them on the coffee table laid before him and slid them over to Randy. "Recognize this girl?"

Randy picked up the photo and brought it closer to his face. lnside the photo, he saw a girl who had an ivory skin, a pair of beautiful hazel eyes, short brown hair, small lips, cute nose and a slender body. All in all, she was simple yet beautiful. She looked like she could be someone who Randy would take home for a night in bed. Or someone he DID take home for a night in bed.

Randy moved his eyes away from the photo and looked at Dean. "This is Holly?"

"You think?" He replied, raising his eyebrow.

Randy placed the photo back on the table and pushed them over to Dean. "She's one hot chick. Too bad I didn't get to bang her." He smirked.

Infuriated by his words, Dean jumped up from the couch and flipped the coffee table over to Randy's direction.

Randy managed to push the table out of his way before it could do some damage to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!" Randy yelled loudly, getting up from his seat.

"The fuck that's wrong is you!" Dean snarled, pointing a finger at Randy. Seeing how intense the situation was, Marshall quickly rose from his seat and placed his hands on Dean's chest to stop him from going after Randy.

"Control yourself, Dean. This is not what we came for." Marshall reminded, still not taking his hands away from the much angered man.

"He just trashtalked my sister, man!" Dean exclaimed as he tried to shove Marshall away.

"He won't be trashtalking about your sister anymore once he hear the truth!"

John and Jeff rushed inside the house after hearing the noises. Their eyes widened in shock the moment they saw the chaos that was going on in the house.

"What the...What's going on here?" Jeff asked first.

"Who're you?" Marshall turned his head to the rainbow haired man.

"I'm Jeff. Who the hell are you?!...Wait a minute. You're a cop!" Jeff pointed out.

John who was confused with the situation looked over to Randy."I told you they were going to arrest us for kidnapping a kid!" He cried.

"Man, shut the fuck up! They're not even arresting." Randy scowled to him.

"Look guys! We have to settle down or else, things will get worse." Marshall said to calm everyone down. Randy and Dean paid each other a death glare.

"Fine!" Dean said, throwing his arms in defeat. He took a seat back on the couch and showed a sign of protest by crossing his arms over his chest.

Marshall turned himself around to Randy. "Please sit down, Randy." He lowered his hand as a gesture to ask Randy to sit down. Randy obeyed the order.

He then turned his attention to the other two men. "Hello, I'm Marshall Price." He held his hands out and exchanged hands with both men.

"I'm John by the way. You know,John Cena, The Champ. " John said, grabbing the officer's hand.

"I don't know who you are but I'll definitely look out your name on the database." Marshall replied bluntly.

"The guy don't watch wrestling, man. Save your braggin' already." Randy chuckled which made John drew up a sad face.

Emily came into view seconds later and quickly jumped when she found a very familiar face inside the house. "Uncle Dean!" She shouted happily as she ran up to Dean.

"Uncle Dean?!" John and Jeff said in unison while looking at each other.

"Hey there little lady." Dean picked Emily up in his arms and gave a peck on her right cheek that made her giggle joyfully.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came for you, honeydoll. You wanna come back to New York?"

"Yes!"

Randy watched how the two people celebrated their reunion. He was glad that finally his burden was going to be lift off from his shoulder but somehow, his heart ached so bad when he saw how Emily was acting around Dean. She was smiling, giggling, laughing...Why did everything had to hurt him? Shouldn't he be somewhat happy? Their conversation became vague to his hearing for he was lost in his own confused emotions.

"Randy?" Marshall called out his name but he didn't respond. He called again, "Randy?"

Still no response.

"Hey yo, Randy!" John slapped the side of Randy's head and snapped him out of his wandering thoughts.

"Huh?" Randy lifted his head and looked around.

"Can we continue our discussion?" He asked.

"Sure. Umm...guys, could you take Emily upstairs? I need to talk to the officers." Randy said, looking up at the two men with hope.

"Okay." The two said in unison and took Emily from Dean and brought her upstairs.

"Bye, Uncle Dean." Emily and Dean waved to each other before the three of them disappeared to upstairs. Randy shot to him a look of disgust.

Marshall cleared his throat before starting, "Back to the purpose of our meeting. Randy, do you remember anything about Holly Brooks?"

Randy shook his head casually. "No."

"So you had no memory of knocking my little sister up?" Dean butt in rudely, trying his best to hold back his temper.

"Dude, come on. I can't be that stupid, can I?" Randy scoffed.

"August 27th, year '99. Remember anything stupid you did on that night?" Dean purposely said the date to help Randy recall something from the night.

Randy rolled his eyes around, trying to think of something. He shrugged, "No."

"Come on, Randy. You said you can't be that stupid. Be smart then. For your own sake." Dean said sarcastically just to set the man on fire.

"Look, I don't remember anything, okay? Just say the truth already!"

"Fine. I tell ya. As a matter of fact, I'll show you." Dean said. His hand went down to his back pocket and he pulled a piece of paper out of it. He threw the paper over to Randy and Randy caught the paper in his hand.

He slowly unfolded the paper and instantly realized what it was. - A copy of Emily's birth certificate. He looked through it carefully and found himself shock as he read them silently.

"Full name, Emily Christine Orton. Birthday, May 13th 2000. Gender, Female. Father's name, Randal Keith Orton. Mother's name, Holly Jane Brooks..." Randy trailed off. He threw the paper aside and grabbed his face in his hands.

"This can't be true, man." He said slowly.

"Too bad it's true. You did get to bang her." Dean scoffed.

"How come I don't remember any of this?" Randy asked, lifting up his face again.

"Want me to walk you down memory lane,Randy? Let's hear a story, shall we? You met a girl named Holly at a local diner in New York. You came along with some of your friends from that wrestling school you went to. I was there when you were picking up my sister. You said you were gonna be a professional wrestler and that you were off from training the whole week."

FLASHBACK

Randy walked inside the diner along with John Cena, Dave Batista and a couple of their other friends. They made a whole lot of noise the moment they step foot in that place.

"Dude, I am sooo going to sign a contract with WWE. You see how Vince was looking at me last night? He's diggin' it." John said as he walk along with Dave towards an empty seat by the window.

"Seriously, man. We've heard this shit for the 600th times already. Cut it off already. You make me wanna hang myself." Dave said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"You're just jealous 'cause Vince wasn't even looking at you." John mocked. The two then stuck their tongue in each other's face.

"Fucking idiots." Randy muttered as he shook his head slowly. He turned his head to a nearby bar and saw a lovely looking lady sitting along with her group of friends, chatting and laughing happily with them. He was mesmerized by her looks. She had a beautiful shiny brown hair, she had this sparkly eyes whenever she laughs, her lips was natural red and her skin was white as milk.

Randy bit his lips as he set his eyes on her. He had to talk to her.

"Dude, where you're going?" John asked as he watched Randy getting up from his seat and headed somewhere. Randy ignored his question and went up to the bar where the girl was sitting with her friends.

"Hi." Randy smiled and made the girls turned their heads to him.

"Can I help you?" The girl smiled back to him.

"I'm Randal. Randal Keith Orton. But you could just call me Randy." Randy stuck out his hand to her. She looked upon his hand and raised her eyebrow.

"Hi Randy." She said, taking his hand reluctantly.

"I've told you my name. You could've at least tell me yours."

"Oh I'm Holly. Holly Jane Brooks." She chuckled, a small dimple carved on her face as she smiled.

"Cute name." He winked, making her face turned apple red and the rest of her friends laughed at her.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you just to have a talk?" He 's friends understood well of Randy's intention.

"Umm, Holly, I just remember my mom asked me to pick up my brother at his friend's house." One of her friend named Angela said while slapping on her forehead.

"Yeah me too. I have to go pick up my sister from her tuition class." The other one named Michelle said.

"Oh no, guys, don't leave me..."Holly begged. The two friends pretended they were in a hurry and left the diner quickly. The situation made Randy drew a smirk on his face.

"You made my friends leave." Holly pouted.

"Yeah, that gives us a chance to get to know each other well, right?" Randy winked again and made her chuckle.

Dean watched the new stranger in town trying to pick up his sister from a standpoint somewhere in the kitchen. Dean's guts told him that the boy was going to screw her up that night but somehow he did nothing to stop her. Probably because his boss was always on his tail to watch him do his work.

End of Flashback.

"I tried to stop my sister from following you but my work got in the way. My boss stuck to my ass the whole time I was working. I couldn't really go and chase after her." Dean explained with a trace of disappointment contained in his voice.

Randy sighed, "I remember now." He paused, " After we had the talk, I took her back to the motel where I was staying with the boys. I remember chasing John out of the room so that I could spend the night with her. We talked a little before we got into bed and went all the way...She was the girl I lost my virginity to."

"TMI, man. TMI." Marshall said after being quiet for a long time.

Randy chuckled, "I didn't expect for her to get pregnant. 'Cause she said it wasn't her first time."

Dean cut off quickly, "It was her first time."

Randy bit his lower lip, "Guess I am pretty stupid."

"Why did you left her, Randy?"Dean asked a question that took him off guard. He never thought in million years that he'd someday have to answer that question.

"I...don't because I believed her. I believed that it wasn't her first time. So I thought she's gonna only think of me as just some other guy she'd slept with, you know? That's why I left. No one actually reminded me of her. Guess that's why I could forget her that easily. I mean, even after looking at Emily, I remember nothing of her. Maybe it was really just about the lust that I had to fulfill. I didn't see it as something personal." Randy said regretfully.

Dean let out a hard sigh."You know what made her travel all the way from New York to St Louis?"

"No."

"It was because of your daughter, Emily. Holly was getting tired of her asking 99 questions about her real dad. So after I got involved with the law enforcement, she forced me to look out informations about you. And I did. I gave her all the infos she needed about you and she immediately took off to find you. She deleted all the contacts including me and saved only your number because she wanted to start a life with you and only you so that Emily won't have to ask her the same damn question every single day of her life."

"She never really told Emily about me, did she?"

"That's your job, Randy. Not hers." Dean said coldly.

Randy started to rub his temples."You know , I don't like kids. I despise them so bad. I even hate me for being a kid once." He told angrily.

"Then make up your mind,Randy. Don't let Emily be another victim of your stupidity."

Okay I don't really know if what I'm writing about the whole police thing is 100% true but can we just all pretend that what I wrote is true? After all, it is call fanfiction. ;)

Also I wanna thank you for those who made this story as their favorite, also to those who had followed and left a review for this story. I had fun writing it actually. Anyways, please don't forget to leave more reviews! ;)

to RandyOrtonxWifexx, I am considering to use your idea for this story. :)