The White House - Monday, 13:57
The Oval Office swarmed with Secret Service trying to get a grasp on the situation. Two hours prior, for an unknown purpose by an anonymous group of people, Alexa Bliss-Angle was kidnapped from a cafe while she was supposed to be on a date with a boy she met online. The boy, a car mechanic named Jon Moxley, was the first suspect in the kidnapping. However, when Secret Service tried to search for the man's Facebook or any record of him by name and photo, nothing came up.
President Kurt Angle, despite the mass array of security guards chattering with each other to think of a plan, stood silent staring out the window of his office. Angle never let his true emotions show in the hope of always looking strong for his employees and his country. On the surface, he was calm and collected, but underneath his blood was boiling with the intent to destroy the person or persons responsible for the kidnapping of his daughter.
"Mr. President," Agent Gallows, head of Angle's security team, addressed the stone-faced man staring daggers onto the outside world. "The Press Secretary would like to speak with you about the incident."
Angle didn't speak. His response came with a stiff nod and a cold stare, before turning his attention to the window again. A small clamor entered from the outside of the office as the doors opened but quickly closed again. Amongst the chatter of security, a pair of high heels clicked against the finished wood flooring of the office. An Italian woman wearing a grey business suit joined the President as his side.
"Mr. President," the woman said simply, knowing jumping right into business would further upset Kurt.
"Miss Deville," Kurt spoke with a sigh. "I won't tweet about this. I'm not an idiot like the last one."
Deville nodded. "I am happy to hear that. But the matter of which I am here is how we need to address the public. The city is in an uproar since the sirens started. Everyone who lives here knows we don't sound the alarms unless something extremely dire is happening."
"They stole my daughter while she was getting coffee," Angle muttered, clenching his jaw as he spoke.
"The public need to know what's going on, sir," Deville said, trying to get her point across without coming on as too unsympathetic. "I apologize greatly for what is going on, but I think we can agree that our efforts in locating Alexa will greatly increase if the nation is aware and aiding us in finding who did this."
Kurt finally broke his gaze away from the yard outside. "Do you and your wife have any children, ma'am?" Angle asked, turning his focus to the woman to his right.
Deville nodded her head. "My wife and I adopted our daughter last month, sir. A two-year-old from Chicago; We named her Daria."
"And what would you do if someone took Daria from you for no reason?" Angle asked.
Deville crossed her arms. "I would do everything in my power to get my daughter back. Then... make sure the fuckers who did it suffered. My apologies for the language, sir."
Angle cracked a grin. "I'm glad we're on the same page then. Set up a conference as soon as we can," Deville nodded and left the room. "Gallows," the agent quickly returned to Angle. "Get ahold of every television station in the country. Jon Moxley might be a fake name, but you can't fake someone's face. I want it all over the airwaves as soon as you can. Dana!" The president's personal assistant, a short buxom blonde woman named Dana Brooke, quickly crossed the office. "Call Vice President Jarrett. Tell him I apologize for interrupting his golf game, but we need him here." Dana nodded her head and immediately left the office as well.
Angle turned back to the window. His entire world was unraveling before him, but he wasn't about to let it happen without consequence. Whoever these people were that took Alexa were going to be punished greatly for their crime.
"You'll be home soon, honey," Angle muttered to himself, steering away from the window to sit at his desk and make the phone calls he needed.
A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Monday, 14:30
Alexa wasn't in as much discomfort as she expected herself to be. There was plenty of water bottles and granola bars to keep her from going hungry or dying from thirst. Alexa greedily drank the water, but her situation made her stomach too upset to try and eat anything. The same man that brought her into the room readjusted her position so Alexa could sit up and drink or eat but one of her wrists were still handcuffed to the bed. Since her left hand was free, Alexa's right hand was double cuffed to the bed frame.
Alexa was completely alone in the room. The door was shut and locked after one of the men brought her food and water. She didn't want to know what would happen if she dared to call someone for a bathroom break. That would surely annoy her captors and most likely result in her death. Alexa dreaded the idea of dying in a filthy cabin in God knows what part of the state. The curtains were closed so there was no hope of flagging down a passing by hiker.
There were some hushed voices on the other side of the door, but the only thing Alexa could tell was that there were at least five people, one of them being a woman. The one voice that filled her with the most dread was the one she heard in the van. For months, over the phone and Skype, Alexa heard the soft mid-western twang of Jon's voice. The man in the van sounded exactly like him. But why would Jon do this? Of all people capable of hurting Alexa, the boy she fell hard in love with was the last person she'd expect of harming her. Still, Alexa prayed Jon wasn't one of her kidnappers and it was just a misunderstanding on her part.
Outside of the master bedroom, five strangers stared in disbelief at the television playing an emergency broadcast instead of reruns of '90s sitcoms. One of those strangers, a young man with shaggy brown hair and a short temper, stared in disbelief as his photo flashed on the screen with "Wanted" displayed underneath while the news reporter gave a briefing of what he looked like.
"Great, now the whole fucking country is looking for you," the woman kidnapper spat bitterly, shaking her dark blue locks wildly with harsh disapproval. "You couldn't just play it safe and used a fake fucking picture. Nope, Dean has to be a fucking perfectionist when trying to fuck the President's daughter."
Dean, known to the country as "Jon", shook his head. "You said to gain her trust. How the fuck was I supposed to do that if I refused to call her? We should be lucky she even agreed to meet me after all this shit."
"He's got a good point, Sasha," the chubby captor stated.
"Shut it, Kevin," Sasha snapped back. She covered her face with both hands and sighed heavily. "Fuck. Ok, they're just looking for Dean. Dean is a fucking nobody with no living relatives or social media. Nobody should know his real name."
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart," Dean replied sarcastically.
"Shut up, Dean! Because of you, Sami got shot. You better fucking pray Seth can fix him." Sasha warned.
"It barely grazed my shoulder," the slim ginger said from the kitchen table, raising a hand in confusion.
"You need to relax, boss," Seth, the final member of the team, chimed in. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll go out on a supply run here in a sec and save some face with the cops. Dean can't go with or we'll all be executed on the spot. Let him watch the package and we'll make a run."
Sasha sighed. "I hate how fucking quickly this whole thing is unraveling-"
"It's not unraveling. It's going exactly as planned," Dean stepped in again. "Everyone is looking for me. Nobody is thinking it's any of you guys. Seth dumped the van in a junkyard, nobody knows we're up here. There is literally nothing to worry about."
"We just have to be back up here before the feds think to look this far out," Sami said. "If anybody asks, we're up here for the holiday weekend. Nobody's going to think that's out of the ordinary."
"Fine," Sasha finally said. "Kevin, give Dean the key to the bedroom. Don't interact with that little cunt unless she's dying. Got it?"
"You're hot when you're pissed," Dean replied.
Sasha collected her car keys and everyone, with the sole exception of Dean, shuffled out of the cabin for a quick supply run.
A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Monday, 15:01
"Hello?" Alexa called from the bed. "Is someone still here? I need to use the bathroom! Please?"
Alexa jumped when the lock almost right away turned over. Calling for a bathroom break was almost likely a suicide mission, but Alexa didn't want to make herself look like a complete moron and wet herself out of fear and being too nervous calling out for assistance.
The bedroom door creaked open. Alexa's heart fluttered but then dropped to the floor when Jon stepped into the room. Dean stared back at the President's daughter, unsure how to really approach the situation.
"Bathroom?" Dean asked.
Alexa nodded but stayed silent. Dean unlocked her handcuffs then guided her to the connected bath. Dean stood guard at the door while Alexa relieved herself.
After Alexa washed her hands, Dean led her back to the bed and cuffed her right hand to the headboard. Dean refused eye contact while he stood close to Alexa. Either she was trying to gain sympathy out of him or she was simply pissed off, but Dean couldn't bring himself to look at her again.
"You lied to me," Alexa stated, her voice hard and shaky with tears. "You fucking lied to me."
"I didn't lie," Dean said, shaking his head. "I'm a bad person but I've never lied to anyone."
"You said you loved me and wanted to be with me and now you're handcuffing me to a bed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere," Alexa shot back, her eyes leaking with tears that left sad trails down her cheeks. "You're a fucking liar, Jon."
"My name's not Jon," Dean told. "It's Dean."
Alexa shook her head. "Of course Jon isn't your real name. What else did you lie about, huh? Do you even care about me? Anything about your childhood. Was all that just bullshit too or what?"
"No, everything we talked about is true."
"You expect me to believe that?"
Dean shook his head. "No. I don't. I expect you to hate me and want your dad to throw me in jail for the rest of my life. Honestly, I hope he does. If I wasn't afraid of the others killing me, I'd turn us all in."
"If you love me, you would've stopped this." Alexa accused.
"I tried, but Sami grabbed you before I could," Dean dropped his head. "Then it just got out of control."
Alexa shook her head. "I fucking told you I loved you. I've told you things my own dad doesn't even know. I... Skyped you in my underwear-"
"I'm sorry," Dean cut in. "I don't know what else to say. I'm so fucking sorry it had to be like this. I needed money, ok? I'm sorry. I wish we could've met under better circumstances."
"Is that supposed to make it all better?"
"No."
Alexa chuckled ruefully, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "I thought about you every night. I dreamed of meeting you. You were the perfect guy. And it turns out you're just a fucking liar."
"I swear, everything I said was true," Dean insisted. "Alexa, baby-"
"Shut the fuck up," Alexa snapped. "You don't get to call me that anymore. You're just a fucking loser and a liar and... You manipulated me into thinking you were this perfect guy."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sure you are."
Dean sat down on the bed next to Alexa. Alexa flinched hard and moved as far as possible away from Dean. That gesture made Dean consider ending his own life just so Alexa wouldn't be hurt anymore. But Dean also knew he was probably the only voice of reason when it came to the group he was part of and ultimately the only one who could keep the others from hurting Alexa.
"I still want to know what you look like the first thing in the morning," Dean said, staring at the floor instead of the blonde next to him. "I think about it all the time. Waking up in bed, you in my arms. Your laugh is the greatest thing I've ever heard. Alexa, I meant it when I said I love you. That wasn't fake. The only fake thing about me is my name. My name is Dean Ambrose... And I wish I could turn back time and helped you out of here instead of letting them take you. But they would've come after me until I was dead. I just need to know you understand that I never wanted any of this. I wanted you the second we started talking. I swear to God that's the truth."
Alexa felt torn. She loved the man she thought Dean was, but at the same time hated him for kidnapping her. She could tell that he was struggling internally, but Alexa wasn't sure if that made up for the fact that he wasn't the nice guy she thought he was.
Alexa nudged Dean with her foot. Dean looked back at the blonde girl, eyes bright red with hot tears. Alexa scooted closer to Dean, then set her head on his shoulder.
"I fucking hate you," Alexa whispered. "But I'm glad we finally met."
Dean chuckled, then cried, then chuckled again. "Fuck. Alexa... if I can find a way out of this, I promise I'll do it. I just need time to think."
Alexa nodded. "Ok. You can leave me alone. I know you're probably not supposed to talk to me."
"Can I kiss you?" Dean asked. "Please? I've been thinking about it for so fucking long."
Alexa shook her head. "No. You get me out of here safely and I'll consider it. You've got a lot to make up for if you think we'll ever fix this."
Dean sighed. "I know. I'm so fucking sorry things happened like this. I wish it was different."
Dean stood up from the bed and headed for the door.
"I love you," Alexa called from the bed. "But I hate you. You're way cuter in person too."
"I told you not to call me cute," Dean called over his shoulder, earning the softest of laughs from his beloved. "I love you too, baby doll."
Alexa's heart practically lept from her chest at the sound of Dean's chosen nickname for her. But, as the door shut and the lock slid into the wall, Alexa quickly realized what she was living in was far from the fairy tall love story she originally thought meeting Dean was going to be.
White House Conference Room - Monday, 15:31
President Angle stood at the ready for Sonya Deville to announce him to the podium. Angle's script called for a calm and collected announcement that his daughter was kidnapped and the United States government would be offering a reward to whoever had any information regarding her whereabouts or anything to do with those who kidnapped her.
Angle looked over his notes several more times to make sure he got everything he needed to memorize more or less written down.
"Mr. President?" Agent Reigns approached his boss with heightened hesitancy. He didn't know how Angle would respond to seeing him at first, but Reigns expected the worst.
"Roman," Angle greeted the man with a soft smile. "I'm glad you're here. Before you say anything, I don't want you to beat yourself up. You did everything you could. I heard you clipped one of the thugs."
Reigns nodded. "Yessir. I injured one of the captures, but they got away."
Angle nodded. "I appreciate your hard work, Roman."
Sonya Deville introduced the president to the stage. President Angle waved to the many members of press seated in the audience. The bright lights and TV cameras were one of the things Kurt was never going to get used to, despite having been in front of them countless times.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Angle began, skimming off his notes to read back what Deville helped approve. The goal was to address the public about what was going on while still keeping a professional appearance. Many of the public already thought Kurt was very brave making a public address so soon after his daughter's abduction but Angle thought it was what every parent would do. "As many of you are aware, my daughter, Alexa Bliss-Angle, was abducted from a cafe this morning. Several individuals saw her being taken in a white van by at least five hooded figures."
Kurt paused. He looked out over the crowd and shook his head. Kurt stuffed his notecards in his jacket, creating a small murmur over the audience.
"Look, my daughter was kidnapped this morning. I, like many parents, would do anything to give her back. Myself and the United States government are awarding ten thousand dollars to anyone with any information about the whereabouts of either Alexa or the kidnappers. I understand that these people think that they'll get some kind of ransom for what they're doing. But not with me. These people are now enemies of the state. They will be arrested and prosecuted and punished. I want to make it very clear that they will not get away with this," Kurt took a moment to look directly into the camera. "The entire nation will be out looking for you schmucks. You better believe that I'll have my daughter back. Oh, it's true. It's damn true."
Angle walked away from the stage despite a wave of questions coming his way. Angle waved off a word with Deville and continued back to the Oval Office with his Secret Service team guiding him.
