A/N: what's good ppl? yeah i know i suck with updates and i apologize for that but this chapter is pretty interesting if might say so myself...now bare with me and the ending part because i know that what happens is probably not very realistic but it's my story and i tried my best okk :) so with that said ENJOY :)

Taby and John had just arrived at their apartment. John had taking Taby to the rehab center to do her physical therapy. She had been going for about three weeks and was making progress. She was now able to use her arms a little bit; enough to feed herself and shower herself, thank God, cuz having John help her with those things was more then awkward.

"So do you wanna watch a movie or something?" John asked and then his cell phone started to ring.

He put it on speaker and answered it. "Yes Randy."

"Dude what's going on?"

"Nothing I just got back from the rehab center with Taby."

"Oh, so how is she doing?" Randy asked with concern in his voice.

"She's doing a lot better then before."

"That's good. So dude are you still helping her with showering and stuff?" He asked curiously and somewhat excitedly.

John looked at Taby who raised her eyebrow at him looking at him skeptically.

"Uh I...um..." John was at a loss for words. Why did he put the phone on speaker? He was such an idiot.

"So tell me man; what does she look like naked?"

Taby dropped her mouth and looked at John surprisingly.

"Randy I have to go, good bye!" John quickly ended the phone call.

He began to laugh nervously as he stared at Taby. "What a douche huh?" He asked referring to Randy.

"So this is what your conversations are like with Randy?"

"No Taby, it's not like that..." John was cut off by Taby throwing one of the pillows at him that were on the couch. The pillow didn't get very far since Taby couldn't throw very well with her arms being injured and all.

"All you men are the same!" With the assist from her crutches Taby slowly hopped her way to her bedroom.

John followed her. "Taby I'm sorr..." And she slammed the door shut on his face. "Nice one John." He said to himself.

Taby stared at her bed about to walk over and then a sudden flashback hit her. She pictured herself lying on the bed helpless while Chris had his way with her. She shivered at the thought and quickly tried to block the unwanted images from her head, but had no such luck. As fast as she could turn around, she did and unlocked and opened the door to see John standing there with his arm up and his hand in a slight fist, like he was about to knock on the door.

He saw the look on her face and instantly asked if she was alright. "Hey, you ok? What happened?"

"I can't go in there, John."

"What? In your bedroom?"

"I can't go in there! I just...I can't...I...can't..." She started to hold back her tears.

John put his arms around her and rubbed her back soothingly, trying to get her to calm down. "Shh, it's ok, you don't have to. It's ok, I'm right here."

Taby relaxed against his chest and felt more uncomfortable then she ever thought possible. She felt so safe when she was around John.

Becca walked out of her office and when she turned around she was startled.

"Randy, you scared me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to."

Becca looked at him and Randy just smiled. "Is there...is there uh something I can help you with?" She asked. She was beginning to think he was running into her like this on purpose.

"Oh right. Yeah, actually I wanted to ask you if you wanted to um, if you know?...You wanted to..."

Becca thought back to what Taby said and decided that maybe this might be the second chance for herself and Randy.

"Randy, do you wanna go out for coffee sometime?"

His jaw dropped. "Really?"

She nodded her head.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

"You're seriously asking me to have coffee with you?"

"Yes, Randy!"

"Wow! I um, I don't know what to say..."

"Just say yes."

"Yes! Of course." He grinned.

"Ok then. So how about tomorrow at Starbucks; sounds good?"

"Perfect" He grinned even more, if that was possible.

Taby and John were still in the same position, with John's arms around her, with him calmly rubbing her back.

She pulled away from him a little and looked up.

"I'm sorry." She replied quietly.

"For what?"

"For this...for everything. I'm such a wuss. I can't even stay in my own room."

"It's not your fault, none of this is."

It was a night shift, so only two officers were on duty at this hour, Officer Jordan Deere and Officer Joe Knight. Officer Knight had left for a few moments so only Officer Deere was there.

"Michaels, you have a call." The officer informed Chris.

"Gee, I wonder who it could be." He replied sarcastically.

The policeman opened the cell door with the keys and gestured for Chris to get out.

"Come on let's go." The policeman said impatiently.

Chris smirked and kicked the officer right in the private area. He fell to his knees and held is 'area'. "Son of a bitch!" The cop shouted in pain.

Chris kicked the officer plenty more times and grabbed his gun from him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's a wonder how people like you get a job like this." He snarled and then shot the officer in the chest.

"Taby baby I coming for ya." He smirked sadistically.

About fifteen minutes later Officer Knight arrived at the station. He opened the door and was shocked at the site in front of him. "Fuck! Joe man, can you hear me?"

He called an ambulance quickly and while he waited for it for to come, he stayed at his partner's side. The ambulance came and the paramedics rushed him inside, making sure to keep the officer stable.

Soon Officer Knight remembered something. "Shit!" He opened a draw from the desk and rummaged through some papers until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the phone receiver and dialed the number that was on the piece of paper he was holding.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this John Cena?"

"This is he."

""Mr. Cena I'm Officer Joe Knight calling from the station. I have some really bad news, Christopher Michaels just escaped."

"What the fuck? How the hell did you people let that happen? Where is he?" John was pissed off, scared, nervous and a whole lot of emotions were running through him.

"John, wants wrong?" Taby asked frightened.

"Mr. Cena we'll be doing the best that we can to find Mr. Michaels. But in the mean time please keep Miss. Kahlon safe. I will call you if something changes." Officer Knight replied.

"Yes you do that!" John replied angrily and he through his cell phone across the room. What the hell was wrong with these people? How could they let a cold hardened criminal just escape like that? "Damn it!"

"John your scaring me. Who was that?"

John looked at Taby. He saw the frightened look on her face and decided it was better not to say anything. "It's nothing." He lied.

A/N: soo did you guys like it? review plzzz :)