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What the fuck happened? That's what John wanted to know. How did he go from being in his partner's arms to being in an orange jumpsuit? Was that someone eying him up? The big bear of a man sitting opposite him in the small cell. John kept his eyes down, determined not to make eye contact.

"CENA," a gruff demand came down the corridor.

John finally looked up, still avoiding the gaze of the criminal who seemed too tall and too round to fit into any size jumpsuit. He moved from his seat and as he turned to make his way to the front of the cell, the bear grabbed a handful of his ass. John jumped out of skin and a foot into the air, causing the man to laugh.

"Hands off, Wight," the officer warned. "FBI doesn't want him marked."

"Hey," the man said with a rumble of laughter. "His ass was begging to be grabbed. It's big enough; even my hand couldn't grab the whole thing."

"Your lawyer's here," the officer said.

"I haven't had my phone call, how do I have a lawyer?" John asked confused.

"State provides one you idiot," Wight laughed from his spot on the bench.

The officer opened the cell and John stepped out. At this moment, he was grateful for two things. One, to be out of the cell, away from the giant creep. And two, he was grateful not to be taken to Randy's precinct. That was the last thing he needed. He didn't want to face Randy's colleagues.

This whole situation was going from bad to worse for Randy. After a chance meeting, John dragged him into the mess he called his life. Not that it was much of a life. He barely had any friends, and nine times out of ten he didn't socialise outside of work. The friends he'd had in Florida left him to his ways since he'd stopped contacting them.

St Louis was much the same. Any friends he did have picked up the score early on and remained at arm's length. Truth be told he didn't have friends. The only person he saw outside of work ended up being Randy and as soon as Del-Rio found out, he made sure Randy wanted nothing more to do with him.

John was the stupid one to let himself get roped into Del-Rio's schemes. He deserved to be here. He was just grateful for those two extra days with Randy. At least they were able to be together again.

"Crying won't get you anywhere kid," the officer berated him as they walked along the corridor. "You ain't in front of a jury yet."

"I'm not crying," John said barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"Could have fooled me," he grunted as he opened the door to the interview room.

"Officer Rollins… thank you for escorting my client here," David Otunga said, standing from his place at the table. "I'd like some time alone with my client."

"It's against regulations," Rollins answered gruffly, pushing John further into the room. "An officer has to be present at all times."

"Of course, of course," David said with a nod. "It's just that, I have a personal message from his loved one."

John's head shot up, looking Otunga dead in the eye. Del-Rio sent a message for him. This wasn't going to be good. John knew his fear was etched into his face, and he could see the recognition in Otunga as well.

"Well, who could deny Mr Del-Rio; he's such an outstanding member of the community," Rollins said with an evil smile as he stepped back through the door. John couldn't stop the gulp when he heard the door lock behind him.

"Mr Cena," Otunga said. "Mr Del-Rio has asked me to pass on a very personal message."

"Tell him to get his ass out here and speak to me," Randy bellowed across the FBI office. "I know he's here. Go tell that no good slime ball that I'm not going anywhere until I see him."

"Captain Orton," the female agent said standing her ground. "Agent Farrelly is busy working on a case at present. I'll get him to give you a call as-"

"Don't give me that bullshit," Randy complained. "I'm here about the case he's working on. Now tell him to-"

"Orton, I have no problem arresting you for disturbing the peace," Farrelly yelled coming out of his office and cutting him off.

"I want to see him," Randy said walking straight up to Farrelly, getting in his face.

"Your boyfriend's a crook, Orton," Farrelly replied, undeterred from Randy's anger. "Step away from this before you get yourself in trouble."

"He was coerced and you know it."

"There isn't any evidence to suggest that," Farrelly said.

"You know damn well that Del-Rio is behind this. Everything points to him," Randy said seething.

"Show me one piece of evidence."

Randy went to reply but, truth was there was no evidence against Del-Rio. Randy had learnt that in St Louis. Anything the FBI had was circumstantial and Randy wasn't coming up with anything new. He needed to get to John, talk to him. He could get John talking, the information they required would be there, even if John didn't think he knew it. How many times had he told John that very same thing?

"I need to see him… please," Randy asked nicely.

"Give me one good reason," Farrelly said with a sinister laugh. "You've done nothing but hinder this case."

"Let me see him, please. I love him," Randy said trying to hold back his emotions.

"Snuka," Farrelly called to the female agent who'd originally been trying to deal with Randy.

"Sir," she called from her desk.

"I'm headed out. Let me know when everything's set up," the agent instructed, receiving a nod in return.

Randy headed back to the elevators and hit the button for the parking lot. When they got down to the floor, Randy headed in the direction of his car, only to be stopped by Farrelly.

"We'll take my car," Farrelly instructed. "No disrespect but you're a little crazy when it comes to your boyfriend… who's to say you won't try to kidnap me."

As they made their way across the city to the precinct where John was being held, Randy thought over what Farrelly told him. He couldn't dismiss the comment. He did go a little crazy with John. No one could deny that.

"I've come to realise since knowing John. I would do anything for him," Randy admitted as they sat in traffic. "I've been in love before. But with John; he brings out the protective cave man in me."

"If you love him so much… why did you keep letting him go back to him?"

"John didn't give me a choice."

Randy turned his head to look out the weekend. He could feel Farrelly's gaze upon him, he didn't want to deal with the scrutiny but he didn't have a choice, not if he wanted to see John.

It wasn't much longer until they arrived at the precinct. Randy made his way straight in, not waiting for Farrelly. As soon as he was at the front desk he demanded to see his partner, flashing his badge to get things moving. He knew this precinct. It was the roughest in Boston. He needed to get John out of here.

"Don't think for one second you'll be alone with him," Farrelly said quietly as they waited. "I'll be in the adjoining room listening to every word."

"I have nothing to hide from you, and neither does John."

They were shown through to the interview room and Randy started pacing, waiting for John to be brought through from the holding cell. John wasn't going to be able to cope with life in prison. He looked strong, and he was, but he was a nice guy. The nicest. The true criminals would spot that and they'd get to him.

"Randy?"

"Johnny," Randy said moving to take the man into his arms.

"What are you doing here?" John asked his voice so devoid of emotion Randy almost didn't recognise it.

"To help, baby," Randy whispered, cupping John's face. He led him over to the table and took a seat next to him. "Johnny, baby, you need to start talking. Tell them everything you know about Del-Rio."

"Would that help?" John asked, the same strange tone coming from his lips.

"Yes, I've told you baby, everything you know, whether you think it's important or not, will help get Del-Rio behind bars," Randy said trying to persuade John.

"What about me?"

"If you talk, then the DA will make you an offer," Randy said. "Then you and me, we can go back home and never worry about him again."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby. They want him behind bars," Randy said bringing John's hands to his lips and kissing them.

"I meant, are you sure you want me there?" John said, lifting his gaze to meet Randy. His eyes were cold and distant. "You set me up."

"What? No."

"Come on, Randy. If they wanted to arrest Alberto so quickly, they would have jumped at your offer," John said rolling his eyes. "I expect they told you to take me home and they'd arrest me there. Less of a scene."

"Joh-"

"I admit, you played your part well," John said with a smirk. "Did you have it all set up? Did you cause the accident that day? Or did you just plan it out after we fucked in your office?"

"Johnny, I never-"

"You don't love me," John barked. "Alberto loves me. He heard about what happened and arranged for Mr Otunga to take on my case."

"I may not have arranged for a lawyer, Johnny, but I've been trying to get you a deal," Randy said, tears pricking his eyes.

"You set this up. You set me up. I'm lucky Alberto will take me back," John said with a soft voice. "Leave."

Randy didn't move for a while, unable to comprehend what John was saying to him. He couldn't believe anything that he was saying. John knew that he loved him. He would move heaven and earth for him. He'd left his family, his home, just for him, and he didn't regret anything.

"I'm not giving up," Randy said adamant at getting his point across. "He may have sent his lawyer here, but don't think for one second it was to protect you. It was to save his own skin."

"Don't speak about him like that."

"I don't know what bullshit the lawyer fed you, but don't fall for it," Randy warned. "They'll use you as a scapegoat."

"Don't lie," John said looking away from him.

Randy could see the insecurity in his eyes and knew they'd already threatened him. He guessed from the things John was saying Otunga had fed him a bunch of lies as well. Randy grabbed his face and turned it so he could look in his eyes, so John could see the truth, but John wouldn't look up.

"Look at me, John," Randy ordered.

John gave in and looked at Randy, his tears falling freely down his face.

"If I can't get a deal for you, Otunga is the best option. He studied at Harvard, no one else would be any better."

"I don't want to go to prison," John whimpered.

"I won't let you," Randy promised, kissing him hard on the lips. "I love you, with all my heart. Nothing is going to happen to you."

"You said they'd use me as the scapegoat," John reminded him. "How can I trust Otunga not to throw the case?"

"Because Otunga's never lost. He won't give up his reputation," Randy said kissing him again, this time with John returning the kiss.

With all thoughts of Farrelly stood behind the glass, listening to the conversation gone from his mind, Randy held onto John's neck tight, showing him just how much he loved him. He slipped his tongue into John's willing mouth and their tongues tangled together, tasting one another. Randy was determined to send John on his way, more determined than ever. Hopefully with the reassurance of his love, he could be strong and stand up to anyone who tried to take advantage.

"Orton, time to go," Farrelly called from the doorway. "Put the pretty boy down."

"I love you," Randy whispered for John's ears only. "Remember that."

"I will," John said, the tears slowing. "I love you too."

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