Notes: I'm actually excited about this chapter. I wrote it a few weeks ago and I kept a lot of the stuff from the RAW. I just gave it my own tweak. Quote from the beginning of this chapter is one of the songs they used at ROH's Final Chapter. I don't know it just seemed appropriate…

This is what I brought you, this you can keep

This is what I brought, you may forget me

I promise to depart, just promise one thing

Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

Prelude 12/21 by AFI

Two weeks later RAW was in Chicago. CM Punk was excited about the show being in his hometown. He always got a good reaction from the fans. They knew where he was from and knew he was proud. He had also talked Colt Cabana into going to the show. His mother was out of town and couldn't make it but his youngest sister Shalene and his brother Charlie were going to be there.

He was pulling his commentator's jacket on when he heard someone walking up to him. He turned around to see AJ standing there looking at him nervously.

"Did you talk to Hunter yet?" She asked.

"I just got here and haven't seen him. Why?"

"Cena's suspension is over tonight. He's already in his locker room changing. I thought you should know before you run into him."

Two-week suspension. CM Punk thought shaking his head. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. It was surprising that Cena had been suspended that long at all but he supposed Cena was running out of supporters in the front office.

"Thanks for the heads up."

"Oh," she said turning around, "they have left time at the beginning of the show for you to talk. It is your hometown and all."

"Yeah," Punk said frowning. He wondered why AJ seemed so nervous. Was it because Cena was back? "You okay? I mean more okay then usual?"

"Yeah fine," she said with a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem nervous," Punk said.

"Yeah well I guess I'm worried about you and Cena getting in a fight," she said.

"Don't worry. I've got a secret weapon in the front row." Punk said with a wink.

"Punk?" Lawler called, "we need to go out to ringside."

"I'll see you later AJ," Punk said and then walked to the Gorilla Position. Michael Cole went out first and then Jerry Lawler. One of the sound technicians handed him a mic. "Justin Roberts will announce you."

Punk rolled his good shoulder and waited for his cue to go out to the ring.

"Please welcome Chicago's own, CM Punk!" Justin Roberts yelled.

The building was deafening as Cult of Personality started playing. He walked through the curtain and out to the ring. He slapped hands with the fans as he walked by. He grinned at Frank the Clown as he walked by. Frank was never hard to miss at shows.

He hugged his sister and slapped hands with Mike and Colt before entering the ring. He waited until the cheers died down before he said, "how is everyone doing tonight?"

The response he received was just as loud as when his music hit. There was a Welcome Home chant before another chant of CM Punk started.

He soaked in the cheers. It felt just like it did when he was at Money in the Bank last year. Part of him wished he could go back to last year but he wouldn't change what had happened since then for anything in the world.

"I love coming back to Chicago," he said when the fans quieted down a bit. "There is nothing like Chicago fans. I grew up in Chicago and I still live here. I spent a lot of my early days in this business wrestling in Chicago and the Twin Cities. I've had some of my favorite matches in this building and in Chicago Ridge."

There was an ROH chant and he smiled. The fans remembered.

"I'm just sorry I can't wrestle in front of you tonight. But I guarantee you the next time RAW's in Chicago, I'll be wrestling."

He hadn't planned to say anything and at the moment he just wanted to thank the fans for being there. He didn't want to ruin it by talking about Cena. He'd have plenty of time to talk about Cena later. "Thank you." He said and stepped out of the ring. The fans cheered even louder. He smiled and took his seat between Lawler and Cole.

"Fans," Michael Cole, "we have just been given word that the main event tonight will be Alberto Del Rio vs. John Cena in a Falls Count Anywhere match. If Cena wins, he will receive a title shot against Daniel Bryan at Night of Champions. If Del Rio wins, he will receive a title shot against Sheamus at Night of Champions. Should be an exciting match.

Punk frowned. He wondered whose idea that was. He was sure it wasn't Hunter's. Or at least he didn't think it was.

"This action is going everywhere in the arena." Punk said excitedly as he watched Cena and Del Rio brawl all over the arena. It had been a quiet night and he hadn't had one single confrontation with Cena. Actually Cena hadn't come out at all and only did an interview backstage talking about facing Bryan at Night of Champions. It seemed odd to Punk given how Cena had been acting lately but he figured maybe Cena was just satisfied with the chance of getting a title shot at Night of Champions.

Punk was really enjoying doing commentary during this match. He might not have liked Del Rio and Cena. It had been everything everyone expected it to be. An all out brawl and he enjoyed those even more when he wasn't in them.

"Cena just threw a garbage can at Del Rio!" Lawler said.

"Its trash everywhere just like the one who threw it. I…" he stopped when he heard his cellphone going off. He looked down. Everyone knew not to contact him during a show unless it was an emergency.

He had a text.

Punk come to the back if you want to know why Cena attacked you.

Punk was about to close his phone when he got another one.

I'll be leaving when the match is over and I won't be contacting you again.

Punk bit his lip thinking about it. It would probably be really stupid if he went to the back but he was curious. Who had sent him the text message? He wondered. He didn't recognize the phone number. Well he wasn't afraid of anything. He took his headset off.

"Where are you going?" Cole yelled as Punk got up.

Punk walked away.

He walked to the back and looked around wondering who he was supposed to be looking for. No one was looking his way as they were watching the match take place in the back.

His phone beeped again.

I'm out near the entrance. They won't let me in.

"Punk?" Sheamus called. "What are you doing back here fella?"

"Don't have time to talk Sheamus," he said and walked away.

He walked to the back and looked around. He hit reply.

Where are you? He texted.

He heard squealing tires and then something hit him hard. He flew over the hood and then landed with a painful thud.

Everything went black.

In the arena the video cut away from the match to show Punk lying on the ground in front of a car. The car window rolled down long enough for them to see Paul Heyman looking out.

Notes: I hope the chapter lived up to what I said it would. Thanks for the reviews guys.