Seth, Dean and Roman were in the shallow end of the hotel pool. Shawn had found the plastic tape to put over Seth's bandage. He told Seth not to duck his head underwater and not to wear the plastic too long. Shawn didn't want the stitches to get too wet from sweat.

Roman and Dean were careful of their youngest. But they were glad Seth was still there to laugh and play. Now they batted the inflatable beach ball to each other.

Hunter and Shawn took turns diving off the board to pick up a quarter Hunter had dropped in the deep end, just for fun. Chris let out rumbling sounds of contentment, as Adam rubbed suntan oil on his back. The couple had opted to relax instead of playing in the water. They would probably take a quick swim later.

In a room, on the other side of the hotel, AJ Styles lay in a heaping, sweat laced, post sex heaven. Though he couldn't tell AJ the real reason, John Morrison had rewarded his lover with his best sexual antics so far. Aside from his keen hearing, JoMo had another talent; he could bend and twist his body like he was made of rubber.

In reality, it was JoMo's years of gymnastics training, parkour running and yoga that made hims so flexible, and desirable as a model. JoMo also had a perfect knowledge of the Kama Sutra. AJ was more sexually satisfied than he'd ever been in his life.

JoMo had almost forgotten about the cops visit earlier. He had decided he wasn't going to worry about it. AJ had answered their questions, and thankfully forgotten JoMo's last name. AJ had said Moore instead of Morrison.

There was one small problem. Styles thought Jericho was dead, the kid too. He had no idea Jericho or the college student were still alive, and worked with the cops to find their attacker. JoMo didn't know his security was false.

Shawn and Hunter had given up diving for the coin and were now stretched out on lounge chairs. The Jericho's laid on their stomachs as the late afternoon sun soaked into their bodies. Seth sat on the side of the pool, his legs dangled in the water as Roman and Dean took over diving for the quarter.

Sergeant Kyle Miller and Officer Carrie Reynolds stopped when they saw the storm chasers at the pool. Sergeant Miller had hoped the men hadn't gone out to eat. The police car stopped and the two officers got out.

Sergeant Miler slipped in the side gate of the safety fence that surrounded the pool. "Can we please go in? I have something very important to talk to you about." He looked at the two married couples, a grim expression on his face.

"Sure, I'll call the boys." Hunter replied. He gave a sharp whistle. The three college students looked over. Hunter motioned for them to come with a wave of his hand.

A few minutes later, the chasers and police were in the Jericho's room. The police had waited while everyone went to change out of their wet swim wear. They were all quick, showers would wait.

"I need to get the plastic tape off and change Seth's bandage." Shawn had everything laid out on the table.

"Of course. I have some questions, for Adam." Sargent Miller had the file folder from Delta Rentals in hand.

Adam looked at the Sargent with confusion. "For me? How can I help? I was out in the field with Hunter and Dean."

Sergeant Miller looked hard at Adam. "Are you sure you don't have any known enemies? Anyone at all?" He narrowed his eyes at Adam. He wanted the blond to dig deep into his memory.

Adam did not like the way the previously nice Detective spoke to him. "I'm sure there are fellow photojournalists who are jealous, but no one at my magazine or WWE are like that. AJ Styles is all mouth. Besides, it was Chris and Seth who were attacked, not me." Adam still had confusion on his face.

Kyle Miller tapped the edge of the file folder against the palm of his hand. "Adam, have you ever wanted to kill your husband?"

With that question, total chaos broke out. Chris jumped up and stood in front of Adam. Hunter balled his fists and Dean became so angry he began to visibly shake. Roman placed a firm hand on Dean's shoulder. Shawn stepped up to Sergeant Miller. Officer Reynolds moved her hand to her pepper spray.

"Everyone take a deep breath..." Shawn waited, the room was filled with angry tension. Nobody breathed. Shawn spoke again. "I am not joking here, now breathe." He was demanding and firm as he spoke.

Everyone in the room finally complied to Shawn's request and took a deep breath. The Pastor made the group breathe and exhale twice more. There was slightly less tension in the air.

Shawn again spoke. "Detective Miller, there has to be a reason you would ask that question. I think we'd all like to know what that reason is." He gave the lawman an equally hard look.

"Yes, I do. I am sorry I had to ask, but when you see this, perhaps you will understand." Detective Sergeant Miller opened the file and handed it to Shawn.

Shawn took the file and looked at the papers. As he read, his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. "That… it's clearly not, but… I can see… from a distance… Adam… oh Adam." Shawn handed Adam the folder.

Adam took the file and held it as if were toxic. He began to read. As he did, much like Shawn, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. His jaw moved as he tried to speak.

Sergeant Miller spoke instead. "Clearly it is not you, but at a distance or quick glance. Well?" He paused and took the folder from Chris, who'd taken it from Adam. "Now, who ever did this is either trying to frame you or is simply rubbing your nose in it by stealing your identity. Now, this is very important. Are these your credit card and Social Security numbers? The Sargent handed the file back to Officer Reynolds.

Adam had to get his wallet from his backpack, he could never remember the numbers. As he did, Shawn quietly explained to the others what he'd seen in the folder.

In the other hotel room, John Morrison was fresh out of the shower. AJ had taken his earlier and now sat at his computer and studied the up coming weather.

JoMo hoped that meant they would soon be moving on. It wasn't smart to hang around a crime scene. He gave a smirk as the image of Chris Jericho falling to his death, played in his mind. The kid had tried to push Jericho out of the way, but had failed, of course. JoMo just wished he could see poor Adam's tear stained face, just once.

Styles spoke. "Hurry, my pretty little pet. I am starving. Sorry about missing the seafood last night. I'll take you for a nice surf and turf at Red Lobster." He shut down his computer. He was ready to go.

"Sounds great. Babe, when will we be leaving? I'm starting to like this chasing thing. I can't wait to see my first EF five." Morrison slid his slender legs into a pair of black jeans, that fit like a second skin. Next he put on a tight fitting black button down, and left the top three buttons undone. A silver Celtic cross on a silver chain hung perfectly in the space between his pectoral muscles.

AJ licked his lips as JoMo added a pair of sunglasses to the top of his head, to hold his long hair out of his eyes. "Well, there isn't any weather just now. Got a couple of days break. We can talk about it during dinner."

JoMo pulled on pair of knee high, leather moccasin type boots, with fringe around the top. He made sure his skin tight jeans were tucked neatly into the boots. He looked absolutely stunning. "Okay. I'm ready. You like, Stud?" He made a slow turn and ended with his left hip slightly cocked. After all, he was a top male model.

AJ smirked. "Good enough to eat… maybe we could skip dinner, to right to dessert, JoMo a la Mode." He wiggled his brows.

Morrison laughed and gave AJ a kiss. "Nope, gotta feed me real food first, but, we can skip restaurant dessert." He wiggled his brows at AJ in return.

Styles and Morrison left their hotel room, hand in hand. AJ opened the passenger door of the red shoe for JoMo. He licked his lips again, as JoMo worked his lithe body into the race car like seat. The car wasn't ideal for a date, but it was what he had.

When the red shoe like car pulled out to the main parking lot, they both noticed a police car parked in front of the corner hotel room. Morrison figured the room belonged to Jericho. He smirked as he looked out of the passenger window, he guessed Adam had a lot of explaining to do. After all, it was Adam who'd rented the blue truck. It was Adam who'd purchased the "paintball" gun. His smirk turned into a grin, Drew was avenged.

Sergeant Miller looked at Adam's credit card and Social Security card. He gave a grunt. "One good thing, the numbers aren't even remotely close. It's likely a forged card with a stolen swiper. A good forger can fool the best. I would advise you to speak to your credit card company and the Social Security Office. Someone using your name isn't good." He gave Adam a friendly smile.

"First thing tomorrow morning. I just… can I see that picture again? Please?" Adam wanted to try to get a closer look at the picture of the copy of the driver's license.

Miller nodded. "Of course. I need to go over to the hotel office and make a copy of these, for evidence. Officer Reynolds, let him look, I will be right back."

"Wait, I will walk with you. I need to return Missus Cimarelli's dishes. Housekeeping didn't have a chance to pick them up." Shawn stated as the picked up the heavy box with the stew pot, bowls, spoons and the crystal bowl that had held the Tiramisu.

Sergeant Miller gave Shawn a hand and took the heavy pot. "Chicken stew? Best in Guymon. They wanted a restaurant..." He spoke as he and Shawn left the hotel room. Hunter left the door open for them.

Officer Reynolds handed Adam the copy of the driver's license. Because it was so small, it was hard to really see the features of the person in disguise. He squinted hard, even with his glasses on. Chris finally made his husband stop before he gave himself a headache. Adam did suffer from migraines from time to time.

Adam had a sudden thought. "Officer Reynolds, I am a professional photographer. There is something I can do, but I need to take this to the darkroom… er, bathroom. It won't damage this copy at all." He looked at the officer with hope filled eyes.

Officer Reynolds thought for a moment. "Alright, but please, do be careful of this copy." Maybe what Adam had in mind could help them.

Adam nodded. "It won't be harmed, I promise. Dean, come on. I have something to teach you." With the remains of a light limp in his walk, Adam grabbed his camera bag and headed for the bathroom. Dean picked up the bag with the darkroom supplies and followed his mentor.

Dean closed the bathroom door behind him. He set the bag on the counter. "What are you going to do?" He watched as Adam set up his camera, like it was going to shoot straight down at the ground.

Adam made an adjustment to the tripod. "I'm going to take a picture of the picture, the blow it up. I hope it works. A copy isn't the best way to do this." Adam explained as he finished setting up the camera.

Dean nodded. "Then you can blow up the picture from the film. Very smart of you to think of it." He was duly impressed with his mentor and watched everything Adam did. He absorbed the lesson like a sponge.

When Shawn and Kyle Miller returned, they both had their hands full. Shawn carried the bag of now clean laundry in one hand, and under his arm, was a small box. Sergeant Miller carried the same large box they had left with.

Shawn chuckled. "That dear lady managed to get all the blood out of our clothes. I didn't even notice that she had picked it up." Shawn waited till Seth had left to go to the bathroom. Then he held up Seth's tee shirt to prove his point as he sorted out what belonged to who.

Roman picked up their clean laundry. "Wow, Seth will be happy, it's one of his favorites. That smells good." Roman nodded to the big box the Sergeant had placed on the desk.

Miller laughed. "Missus Cimarelli is famous for her Italian beef sandwiches loaded with jardiniere. The ones with a check mark have spicy, hot jardiniere. Trust me, it is delicious, but it is spicy and hot. She sent enough for us too, Miss Carrie." He looked at Officer Reynolds.

Chris piped up. "We can eat. Please save a non spicy one for Adam. Roman, make sure save one for Dean, too." He picked up two non spicy sandwiches, one for himself and one for Adam, just in case.

Everyone found a place to sit after getting a drink, paper plate and napkins from their own supplies. After Shawn gave a quick blessing, they dug in. The two law enforcement officers ate as well, after all, cops did get hungry.

"By the way, where is Adam?" Sergeant Miller asked. He realized neither Adam or Dean had simply gone to the restroom.

Officer Reynolds replied. "Adam asked for the copy of the driver's license. He and Dean took it and a bunch of equipment into the bathroom. Haven't heard a word since. He promised not to damage our copy."

"He probably thought of something photographic wise. Oh, can I have his cards, please?" Chris looked at the Sergeant as he wiped his fingers on a napkin.

Detective Miller carefully wiped his own fingers. "Yes, sorry. Anything Adam can do to help is appreciated. Again, I am sorry I upset everyone, but the way you all defended him… I knew he wasn't the one. I would like it, if on Monday, Adam could go to Delta Rentals and let Jolene totally clear him. Then we will have another crime to add to the list, two in fact, forgery and identity theft." He handed Adam's things to Chris.

Hunter made a "tisking" sound. "I just can't imagine who could have done this, or would want to do it. Anyone who knows us at all, knows Adam would die before he would harm one hair on Chris' head." Hunter spoke with conviction and a firm nod.

Officer Carrie Reynolds swallowed her sip of soda and spoke. "We will find out. Whether you know it or not, you have made an enemy, or at least Adam has, at some point. I hate to bring this up, but what about Mike Mizanin?" She gave Chris a knowing look.

Chris frowned. "You have done your homework. No, I really can't imagine that. He was forced into making up and pressing those charges. Adam managed to talk him out of it. I returned the favor and dropped the matter. Mike was grateful and apologetic. He wanted to forget it as much as I did. One time, a couple of years ago, on another chase through the area, I heard he was happily married. So no, not him, he has no reason." Chris explained. He hoped the college students wouldn't get too curious.

"No, I suppose he wouldn't. You said he was forced into it, by whom? Most of the case details… well I'd have to subpoena to open the seal. If it isn't necessary, why waste the time." Carrie gave a shrug as she looked at Chris.

Chris sighed. "A very long story. I don't want to get into it. But it was Drew McIntyre, Adam's ex." He answered as simply as possible. He didn't want Adam to overhear and get upset by the subject.

"Well, it can't be him." Officer Reynolds replied simply. She then went back to eating the rest of her wonderful sandwich supper.

The rest of the supper talk was about storm chasing. Kyle Miller was very interested and was anxious to see the ROW in more detail. Chris promised him a tour after they finished eating.

Adam and Dean came out of the bathroom. "Well, now we have to wait about an hour. If it works, we will have an enlargement of the photo on the license. What's up?" Adam looked curiously at the remains of the sandwich supper, as he handed the undamaged copy to Carrie.

"I saved you one, Missus Cimarelli again." Chris gave Adam a smile and gave him the held back sandwich.

Roman handed Dean his spicy sandwich. "We didn't forget you, D." He patted the floor where he and Seth sat.

Dean joined his lovers and Adam sat next to Chris. The two men tore into their sandwiches with gusto. They had grown hungry while they worked.

Chris took the Sergeant out for a tour of the Radar On Wheels. Seth went as well, so he could fire everything up and show it off. Miller was impressed, there wasn't a drop of blood anywhere. He was also impressed as Chris and Seth showed their "baby" off.

"… then Hunter and Adam can fire the rocket probes as the radar guides them close to the storm. When we can, we try to get land probes in the front path of the tornado. Storms have been odd this season. We only started on the first of this month. It's almost been like the storms are thinking before they move. It's going to be a long, hard season." Chris ended with a sigh as he and Seth shut everything down again.

When AJ and JoMo returned to the hotel, they passed the ROW. JoMo had no idea a still alive Chris Jericho was inside. He did notice the police car was still there. AJ didn't seem to notice, or didn't care, so Morrison didn't bring it up. Why draw attention to it?

AJ parked the red shoe in front of their room. JoMo waited for AJ to open his door, it was something AJ enjoyed. JoMo liked being treated with the respect he deserved. He was actually falling for AJ a bit, and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it. All Morrison knew for sure was that he had to keep calm, keep his head, and stay one step ahead of the police or falling for AJ wouldn't matter. Plus, he was not going to jail.

Chris locked the door of the ROW. When he got to the ground, he pressed the button and retracted the steps. "So, that's what we do, every year, May through July. If the season extends, we work part of August. That doesn't happen often, but it can. We don't chase winter storms, we have regular jobs, but one day we hope to." Chris finished explaining as they went back to the room.

In the room, Sergeant Miller sat back down. "I'm impressed. You risk your lives to save ours. Thank you." His words were simple, but came from his heart.

"We just do what we were called to do. Adam and Dean went to the darkroom. So use the other bathrooms." Shawn stated as he picked up the last of the trash.

Officer Reynolds looked at her boss. "Dispatch checked in. I told then we'd still be here a while. They also said, it looks like Flair is up to his old tricks, but they couldn't find enough proof. If we find the weapon, then we may have the proof we need." Carrie filled the Sergeant in on the call she'd taken while they were out.

Detective Miller nodded. "Saturday is usually quiet, at least for the Detective division. Well, then all we have to do is find a needle in a haystack." He gave a wry laugh with a twist of his lips.

Hunter gave the Detective a lighthearted pat on the back. "I'm sure you do it all the time. You are the ones that deserve the thanks. You really risk your lives everyday to keep us safe. Thank you." He gave the two officers a warm, sincere smile.

"Chris!" Dean cried out as the he threw open the bathroom door. It was a call of panic.

Everyone looked towards the bathroom. Chris got up and rushed to his husband. When Chris went in, Dean came out. He had a worried expression on his face.

Sergeant Miller stood. "What happened?" He had his hands on Dean's shoulders, to calm and make Dean focus.

Dean shrugged and looked at the Detective. "Adam looked at the enlarged picture. His face went pale and his hands shook. He must have… like he saw a ghost." Dean did his best to explain what happened.

"We will find out soon." Sergeant Miller went to sit back down. Roman and Seth sat Dean down between them on the floor.

They waited ten, long, anxious minutes, but finally Chris and Adam came out of the bathroom. Adam held a photo in his hands. Adam went to Detective Sergeant Miller and laid the photo down in front of him.

"John Morrison. He was the one Drew had an affair with. Last time I saw him was at Drew's memorial service. Last I knew he was back to modeling in Florida." Adam had recovered from his shock as he identified the picture.

Sergeant Miller wanted to shout with joy but as a professional he held it in. "No doubt? Even in a disguise? At least I assume it's a disguise." He looked at Adam with a highly arched brow.

Adam nodded. "Yes, it's a disguise. He had brown eyes and long brunette hair, but that's John. I just know it. I never thought of him. I thought all the… I thought Drew was out of my life… for good. I haven't seen or heard from John at all."

Officer Reynolds looked at the photo. "We will need copies of this..." Dean stood again as he spoke.

"I'll get on it. Ten be enough?" Dean looked at the officer, hand on the knob of the bathroom door.

Reynolds nodded. "Yes, thank you." She looked at Dean with a smile. These were certainly pleasant young men.

Dean looked at Adam. Adam grinned. "Go ahead, Padawan, you know what to do." Adam spoke with confidence as he urged Dean on.

"Will do, Obi-Wan. It will take about an hour." Dean hurried into the bathroom and got to work.

Officer Reynolds smiled. "For what you've been through, and for what you still have to face, you are such polite young men." She smiled at the group.

Both the Helmsley's chuckled. "Nice to be called a young man. I'm sure I'm old enough to be your father. But, thank you. There is just no point in being rude or bitter. Better to just plow through what you have to do, it gets you a lot further." Shawn spoke with his Pastoral wisdom.

"You are a very wise man. You're all lucky." Carrie gave Shawn another smile.

While Carrie and Shawn spoke, Detective Sergeant Miller had been making some changes to the picture Adam had enlarged. Adam had gotten out his chalks to apply color to the picture.

Now brown eyes replaced hazel and the man had longer, dark brown hair. "Oh, that's him without a doubt. I would swear to it in court." Adam stated with utter confidence as he looked at the altered picture.

"We'll have this next to this on the posters. Our printer does a good job. You said you haven't seen Morrison around, but did you see this guy?" He pointed to the picture of JoMo in disguise.

Adam thought hard. "No, I haven't. Had I see this man, I would have thought of Morrison. Never had such a thought. I just… why? I didn't… I told Drew to go home to John and be happy. Sure, when I found out about the affair I was heartbroken. I was planning our wedding. Then… well… when I questioned Drew, he got… physical. One hit… well, it happen sometimes, but twice, no way. I broke it off. When I did, I realized it was more in love with love than Drew. Know what I mean? Planning the wedding was more exciting than… Drew, I guess. Anyway, my point is, I didn't try to take Drew away from John. He has no reason, and why Chris, and not me?" He looked at the Sergeant with a confused scrunch to his face.

Chris had been lost in thought. "To make you suffer like he did and still is. He blames you and I for Drew's death. Seth just happened to get in the way. At least that is my guess." He gave a shrug and pulled Adam up against him.

"That, Chris, is a very good assumption. That's the way a troubled mind thinks. Revenge is best served cold. He waited so long, so you wouldn't come up with the idea. I have a thought. Morrison may not realize that you and Seth are still alive. I'm going to ask you Chris and you, Seth to do something very difficult. I'd like you to stay out of sight for a couple of days. I want to put it in the paper that we are investigating a double murder. No names or occupations, but enough info so Morrison know it's you. I can get it in the morning paper, but I need your answer quickly." Detective Miller looked from Chris to Seth.

Chris' look grew concerned. "You swear no one will think myself or Seth are actually dead? I'd hate for that to get out. I'm willing to stay out of sight, but I am not sure what to say about the newspaper." He looked at Seth, who looked equally worried.

Miller quickly spoke up. "I am positive. We won't say occupation. It will just say the Guymon Police are investigating a double murder that occurred between two and four yesterday afternoon on an isolated country road. That's it. See, I wrote it down. I want to flush this Morrison out. Afterward we will say that the story was all ab..." Sergeant Miller was abruptly interrupted by Officer Carrie Reynolds.

"Sarge! Outside, now. Please?" Reynolds spoke suddenly and forgot for a moment she was addressing her boss, a superior officer.

Detective Miller stood. He knew if Carrie spoke like that, it was important. "Let's go. Excuse us for a minute, please." The two officers went outside. They left the door slightly ajar, but got inside their police car to talk.

"Okay, Carrie. I know you. What do you think?" Kyle gave her a smile. He wasn't at all upset.

Carrie smiled. "Sorry, Kyle. But I just, remember yesterday, in Style's room He said his friends name was John Moore, remember something else? Kyle, think really hard." She stared at her boss, and hoped he'd get her meaning.

The Sergeant's brow furrowed. "He… wait… Styles hesitated for a moment, didn't he? Like he couldn't exactly remember his friend's last name. You said something wasn't right. Moore, Morrison. I think we need to pay a visit to Mister AJ Styles again, don't you?" His furrowed brow arched.

"Yes, but, I want a warrant, don't you? Just in case he plays hide in the bathroom again." Officer Reynolds looked on with concern.

"Get on it. Judge Ross will do it. I'll tell them we may not need the newspaper. I'm also going to the tell them about Styles. It might trigger a memory, a passenger with him or something. You know how it goes. Try Kevin Nash again, maybe trigger his memory. Stay on it, Carrie, I want that warrant ASAP. Before Styles moves onto the next storm." Kyle Miller was firm, but he knew his fellow officer would get the job done.

In the other hotel room, JoMo curiously got the better of him. AJ wasn't going to leave the area until Monday. There wasn't a chance for storms till then. Nothing he'd said would convince AJ to leave.

Morrison wanted to know what was going on with Adam. Were the police still there? He made up his mind. Morrison got up, grabbed something from his bag and headed for the bathroom. AJ was totally lost in trying to forecast with his computer.

A few minutes later, JoMo came out of the bathroom. "Fancy a swim?" He wore a pair of black swim trunks that barely covered anything. His long hair was pulled into a tight bun, and twisted up high on his head, so that it looked like he had very short hair.

AJ licked his lips. "Yeah, but give me thirty minutes to finish this. You can go ahead if you want."

JoMo slipped into a long, black cotton beach robe, that flowed as he walked. "Okay, but I'm counting on you. I will be very salty with you if you don't come." He gave AJ a searing kiss to seal his words. He was glad AJ wouldn't come right away, it would give him a chance to do some spy work. JoMo wasn't worried, just curious.

Officer Reynolds stayed in the car to make her calls. She kept her window closed, it was warm, but no one needed to overhear what she had to say. She took out her cell phone, the first call was to Judge Ross.

Inside the Jericho's hotel room, Sergeant Miller took a deep breath. "Officer Reynolds remembered something very important. I want you to listen carefully. We may not need the newspaper article. This could come to an end sooner than you think. We have reason to believe that John Morrison is AJ Styles' partner. Now, stay calm. We also have reason to believe, Styles has no idea what Morrison is up to. We're not sure it is Morrison, Styles said his name was John Moore. He seemed to hesitate, like he couldn't remember John's last name. It wasn't a cover up hesitation, it was like he'd only heard the name once and couldn't exactly remember it. Anyway..." He was interrupted by Adam.

"Wait… wait… you believed AJ. Why? He doesn't like us, he would be a prime suspect to help Morrison." Adam was angry, but he held it in.

Kyle Miller looked at Adam. "I can understand why you would think that way. But Adam, I know he was telling the truth. A person who is making up a lie or trying to cover something up doesn't look you in the eye. When Styles spoke to us, he didn't hesitate to answer us, he made direct eye contact, without a flicker. A lying man won't do that, especially to a police officer. Either he is the first to do so, or he really doesn't know. From what you've said about Styles, he isn't that good." His brow arched. The man looked directly in Adam's eye.

Adam looked at the older police Detective. His heart told him the man spoke the truth. "Alright, I trust and believe you. Now what?" He went from angry to concerned. He reached, but he didn't have to, Chris took his hand in his and squeezed gently.

"Officer Reynolds is on the phone with Judge Ross, to get a warrant. Just in case Morrison hides in the bathroom, we can force him out. Then she is going to try to call Kevin Nash. It's possible he could have seen Morrison with Styles. The more we can confirm it, the better. Understand?" Miller explained with a smile and a determined tone.

Dean came out of the bathroom. He had everything packed up in the bags, and he had cleaned the bathroom. Dean put the bags down in their place.

"The prints still need to dry for a few more minutes. Whoa… something has happened." Dean could feel the tension in the air. He was glad to see Seth safe in Roman's arms.

Roman waved Dean over. "I'll explain, D." He patted the floor. Dean sat down and Roman began to whisper in Dean's ear. Seth reached around Roman and took Dean's hand.

In the mean time, JoMo snuck around the corner of the hotel. He saw a female police officer in the car. She was talking on a cell phone. He strained, but couldn't hear anything. The window glass on the police car was the same as in the Dominator; Lexan. There was nothing he could do. Morrison tried to look into the hotel room window, but the blind was tightly closed. There was nothing he could do. He went around the long way and got to the pool.

The water was as warm as the air. JoMo silently slipped into the water. He stayed in the shallow end of the pool. Morrison knelt down to his knees rested on the bottom of the pool. He ducked down so that just the slightest bit of the top of his head showed as he peered over the edge. He had the perfect view of the hotel room he guessed was Adam's room of mourning. The thought made him laugh.

Officer Carrie Reynolds felt that someone watched her. The feeling came on her during her conversation with Judge Ross. She turned on the fax machine that was connected to the computer, attached to the car at the glove box. It wasn't a full sized fax. The documents were about double the width of a cash register tape, but the warrant would be legal, even in miniature.

While she waited for the fax, she called the number she had for Kevin Nash. The feeling of being watched became overwhelming. She looked in one side mirror then the other, she saw nothing. Officer Reynolds then looked in her rear view mirror, she could see the pool, or at least most of it. There was no one there either. She shook the feeling when Kevin Nash answered.

In the hotel room, Dean had gone back to check on the drying pictures. When he came out, he had the ten copies in hand. He gave them to Adam first, to make sure they had come out alright.

Adam took the pictures and looked at them. "Dean, I am proud. These are perfect. You can give them to Detective Miller. Well done, Padawan." He was honestly pleased, Dean had done a perfect job.

Miller took the pictures from Dean. "Thank you, Dean. Hard to believe you are a student, this is professional work. Ever considered being a police photographer?" He looked at Dean with a smile.

Dean shook his head. "No, sir. I want to work as a field reporter for the Weather Channel." He spoke simply but firmly, then joined Roman and Seth. His lovers gave Dean a smile of pride. Then and only then did Dean allow a slight flush to dust his cheeks.

Everyone looked up when Officer Reynolds came back into the room. She had a paper in her hand. "We have the warrant. Also, Kevin Nash has seen AJ Styles with a brunette. He only saw him once, outside the car. Kevin said the brunette was very lithe and almost too thin. Styles never introduced him, because the young man seemed to shy away. Does that description fit John Morrison?" She looked directly at Adam.

"Yeah, it does. I haven't seen him since Drew's memorial, but he was fairly thin then. He's a top model, so it makes sense. So, what now?" Adam's hazel eyes flicked from officer to officer.

Sergeant Miller stood. "We are going calling. I'll ask you once again, you will see this through?" He looked at the group of storm chasers with near desperate hope.

Shawn stood as spokesman for the group. "One hundred percent. Let us join hands." Everyone stood, they were used to Shawn's prayer circles by now.

Shawn stood, Officer Reynolds to his right, Miller to his left. Both officers had strong faith and appreciated Shawn's prayer that everything would go safely. After all, they were going after an attempted murderer. If Morrison felt trapped… it could be dangerous.

"… Amen." Shawn ended the prayer. For the first time, even Dean whispered the word.

"Thank you for that, Reverend. We'll call for… no, do it now, please. I want them on the way. Tell them code two. I want them fast, but dark and silent." Detective Miller nodded to Officer Reynolds. He wanted their fellow officers to not use their lights and sirens. That would make the surprise nearly impossible.

With well wishes and handshakes the two officers stepped out of the room. Sergeant Miller turned back to the storm chasers. "Stay here." He spoke with a tone of warning.

The storm chasers agreed. Hunter closed the door behind the police. "Nothing around us happens slowly, does it? Well, all we can do now is wait." Hunter gave a sigh as he sat back down on the couch next to Shawn.

The two officers looked over at the pool when they heard a squeal of laughter. They glanced at each other. "Could it be so easy?" AJ Styles and John Morrison were at the pool. AJ had just tossed JoMo over his shoulder into the deep end.

The two officers approached the two swimmers. Neither man saw them coming. Detective Sergeant Miller quietly closed the gate of the ten foot high, chain link fence that surrounded the pool. Miller stood at the edge of the pool where the rope that divided the shallow from the deep waters was located.

"John Morrison?" The Sargent called out as the two men in the pool came up to the surface of the water. They had raced, underwater from the deep end.

JoMo froze. AJ instinctively got in front of his precious pet. "Hello again, Sergeant. Can we help you with something?" Styles asked lightheartedly. He had nothing to fear from the Detective.

Sargent Miller looked at JoMo. "John Morrison, I am placing you under arrest for the attempted murders of Doctor Chris Jericho and Mister Seth Rollins. Please get out of the pool." He was extremely firm, yet cool and calm.

Morrison lost his cool and spoke without thinking. "Attempted? You mean, he is still alive?"