"What the hell are we going to do about this mess?" Glenn asked Matt, forcing him away for Jeff so they could talk on their own. He understood that Matt wanted to fuss over Jeff; he wanted to do the same thing himself. But at the moment they had really big fish to fry. They had three dead bodies, two other people besides Jeff that really needed a hospital, a car crashed into a house and no way to really explain all of it. Of course, if it was just him and Matt that were around at the moment, this would all be much more simple. It was the third wheel that had suddenly showed up and shot Raven that had him worried.

"Who the fuck cares what we do with it?" Matt asked, trying to get around Glenn so he could go back to Jeff. "We'll do what we'll always do and-"

"Matt that guy over there is a cop!" Glenn hissed, keeping his voice down so they wouldn't be overheard. "He's a cop from our home town for Christ's sakes!"

"He is?" Matt said, eyeing Cena warily.

"Yeah. Detective John Cena. He's one of the only fucking good cops in our entire fucking city!"

"Well what the hell is he doing here?" Matt asked. "This is like majorly out of his jurisdiction."

Glenn studied Cena carefully, the way the younger man was all over Jeff not being lost on him. "Well I'm not a detective myself but my conclusions are going towards that Cena here has feelings towards your brother."

Matt's eyes just about popped out of his head. "What?" he said in disbelief. He looked to Cena and Jeff and noticed the exact same thing that Glenn had. There was definitely all kinds of vibes coming from them and his jaw dropped in shock. "No way…"

Glenn let out a big sigh and shook his head. "Yup." He definitely did not approve of this at all. Cena was a cop and Jeff was one of them-one of the Saints. That was a disaster waiting to happen. Cena was one of the people looking to bring them down. What was Jeff thinking? Did he not realize Cena was a cop and how much danger he was putting them all in?

"What the hell do we do about this?" Matt asked helplessly.

Glenn could only shake his head. "I have no idea. But we better think of something soon because we're fucked this all goes too far."

…

Jeff clung to John for dear life, burying his face into the bigger man's chest while shaking uncontrollably. Honestly, the last thing he had ever expected to see was John coming to his aid. He didn't even expect to survive this, so he had not given a truly serious thought as to seeing John again. The fact that he was not only still alive but John had come for him and was now holding him in his arms was very overwhelming. "Thank you," he managed to croak out quietly. "I didn't think-"

"That what? I wouldn't come for you?"

"It's not like we really know each other all that well."

John shook his head and hugged Jeff even more tightly. "That don't matter. I was worried sick about you so here I am." He smoothed down Jeff's hair before kissing the top of his head. "We need to get you to a hospital." He didn't want to imagine the kinds of things Jeff had been through but he was doing it anyway. His mind wouldn't listen to him and was just playing every ugly scenario it could and it was driving him crazy.

"Trish and Amy have to go too," Jeff said, glancing back towards the direction of the house he had been kept captive in. "And we have to clean up this mess-"

"Clean up?" John said, frowning in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"The bodies-"

"There's one body Jeff," John said, motioning towards Raven.

Jeff shook his head, realizing John had never gone into the house so he hadn't seen Daffney and Stevie. "There's two more. Raven's friends got killed in the chaos when Matt and Glenn came to rescue me."

"Shit." John ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. He had not known about that at all. One body was one thing but three? Even with the situation being what it was, he still felt uneasy about trying to explain it all away because this wasn't his town. These cops weren't ones he knew. Sure he had Melina backing him up but he didn't know how much weight she truly carried. "How can we hide this though? We can't do it Jeff. I can talk to the people-"

Jeff shook his head fearfully. There was no way more cops could be allowed to get involved. Absolutely no way. That was just too much of a risk for them to take. "No. John please, let's just take care of this. We can hide this we can. It'll be easy and nobody will have to know."

John stared at Jeff in disbelief, unsure about what to do. Part of him wanted to cave because he didn't want Jeff to beg this much but his sense of moral duty was getting to him. "Jeff there are people who know I'm here looking for you. What am I supposed to say if I just show up at the hospital with you?"

"That you got to me when Raven was gone!" Jeff replied. "We can hide all this evidence and nobody will ever know."

"Jeff we can't hide something like this."

"Yes we can. People go missing and never turn up ever again all the time."

"But they're dead. If they turn up we can get in trouble then because-"

"They won't turn up," Jeff assured him. "We can make sure of that."

"Jeff-" Jeff cut him off with a kiss and he kissed back eagerly, ignoring the stares of Matt and Glenn as he did so.

"Please," Jeff begged, looking at him with big wide eyes. "For me?"

John didn't think this was a good idea. His conscious was telling him not to go along with it because it was wrong. Despite of himself though, he found himself nodding along to what Jeff said. He couldn't refuse him. For whatever reason, refusing him didn't feel like an option. It was kind of scary because he had never felt that way around another person before but he was going with it.

"Okay," John reluctantly agreed.

"Okay?" Jeff said, making sure he had heard correctly. He breathed a loud sigh of relief as John nodded and then he looked over at Matt and Glenn and nodded, signaling to them that they had a lot of work that needed to get done as fast as possible. The sooner this was all over, the better.

…

Regal leaned his head back against his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to sort through his thoughts. This whole thing had not gone the way he had intended for them to go at all. Zeke and Kozlov were dead and Katie's and Paul's deaths were still not avenged. And now he was being whisked away to the airport in a limo and he didn't want to go. He had had revenge in his grasp and it had been snatched from him and that was not acceptable. He had to regroup and come back stronger than ever. Failure was definitely not an option.

…

Connor giggled as he bounced up and down impatiently. He, Tom, James and Mark were watching the limo stop at the intersection. What Regal didn't know was that they had gotten to his limo before he did and had planted a whole bunch of explosives on the bottom of it set to go off whenever they chose them to go off. "How much longer Daddy?" he asked eagerly. "Huh? Can we do it soon? Can we can we can we?"

"We'll do it soon," James promised. "Very very soon." He looked over at Mark, who was the one holding the detonator. "Don't make the poor boy wait too long Marky Mark. We don't have all night."

Mark gave him an irritated look. "I'll push the button when I want to push the button Lawson"

"But we want you to press it now Marky!"

Tom rolled his eyes at James. "You know, it's not cute when you whine like a five year old."

"Fuck you mother fucker. I'll come over there and fucking lynch you like a bitch."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Guys-" Mark grunted.

"Bored now!" Connor announced. He snatched the detonator out of Mark's hands and pressed the button, laughing hysterically as the limo exploded so violently that it flipped upside down and burned for the entire neighborhood to see.