Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine!!!!! Which, of course, is not surprising.

A/N: I am sorry for my absence. Writer's block had me stumped for a while, and I promise to try and update more as soon as I can.

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9:00-10:00AM

**9:00** "Hello?" Trish asked, as she pulled her car back onto the interstate

"Hey baby." Eric said.

"Oh!! Hi Mom!" Trish said quickly. Chris relaxed slightly. He couldn't help but feel anxious about everyone that was around him. He didn't know whom he could and couldn't trust yet.

"Is someone with you?" Eric asked. They had planned out different scenarios if something like this had ever happened.

"Yeah." Trish said pleasantly.

"Who is it, and where are you?"

"Uh, yeah, we should be at the arena by 12. I can show you around then."

"Who is with you?!" Eric almost yelled through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah, I'll have to introduce you to Chris Irvine when we get there, Mom. As a matter of fact I'm giving him a ride right now."

**9:06** "Damn, call me back when you get a chance." Eric said, then hung up.

"Ok, Mom, I love you too. Bye." Trish said, then hung up.

"Is your mom coming to the show tonight?" Chris asked her. Trish smiled.

"Yeah, she is. She's a huge fan of yours too, I hope you won't mind meeting her."

"No problem." Chris said, then he winced.

"Here's a hospital turn-off, do you want to get that looked at?" Trish asked him, and he nodded. They pulled off the interstate right as the traffic in front of them came to a dead stop.

**9:13** Vince dialed Chris' car phone for what seemed like the hundredth time, and still got no answer. It just kept saying that the number was unavailable. Vince was worried as all hell when Stephanie's cell phone said the same thing.

**9:20** Shawn Hickenbottom walked down the ever-familiar hallway of his past. He'd never walked down this hallway as himself, though. He had always been Shawn Michaels, the Heart Break Kid. But today, he was himself. Mostly thanks in part to his premature retirement. Another because he hadn't been HBK in over 5 years.

And now, Vince wanted to see him.

Shawn continued on down the long hallway to Vince's office. He was quickly ushered inside and took a seat. Vince was sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands.

"Hey Vince, what's up? Because, forgive me for saying, but you look like crap." Shawn said after a moment of silence. Vince sniffled a little bit, then raised his head.

"I know what I look like, and I know why I called you here."

"At least one of us does." Shawn muttered. Vince sighed. He hoped against hope that Shawn would find nothing.

"I need you to do something for me." Vince started.

**9:23** "Imagine that." Shawn muttered sarcastically. He remembered what had happened the last time Vince had asked him to do something. He ended up screwing Bret Hart out of the WWE title, even though it hadn't been WWE at that time. Now, apparently, Vince had found some way to top that one.

"I need you to do a little spying for me around here, Shawn. I've been trying to get a hold of Stephanie for about an hour now, and I've also tried reaching the last person she was seen with, which is Chris Irvine, but I can't get a hold of him either. Both numbers are supposedly unavailable, but I know better. I think that they've been kidnapped. I also think that the man I hired to be the General Manager of RAW is behind it."

"Who's that?"

"Eric Bischoff."

"Wait, wait. Don't you hate Eric Bischoff?"

"Yes, I do." Vince, said, sighing again. Shawn stared at him.

"And you've appointed this man to be General Manager because...?"

"We need the ratings, Shawn. You've seen the show, we need some help, and if that means bringing back Bischoff from unemployment, then I guess that's what needs to be done." Shawn leaned back in his chair.

"Why do you need me to do this? Everyone's going to think something is up since, I haven't been here in over 3 years."

"I don't want you to look around the arena. I want you to look in his hotel room."

**9:36** Shawn sighed. Vince pleaded with him, through his eyes. Finally, Shawn leaned forwards.

"What am I supposed to be looking for?" he asked.

**9:39** "Now, Mr. Irvine."

"Can you call me Chris? I really don't like the whole 'mister' thing." Chris asked. The doctor looked at him through her small glasses.

"Fine. Chris, I need you to remove your shirt, so that I can extract the bullet and patch you up?" The doctor asked him. Chris thought of saying something to her, but decided that he shouldn't. He removed his shirt, and his make shift bandage came off with it, making the task more painful than it should've been.

**9:42** The doctor numbed the bullet wound, not using a needle, as she got the feeling that he was one of those few men who was afraid of needles and hospitals and the like.

"So, um, is this gonna hurt really bad?" Chris asked as the doctor grabbed the utensil she was going to pull the bullet out with.

"Well, if you move around a lot, it will hurt more, but if you lie still, you should be okay." Chris nodded and laid down on the hospital "bed".

**9:44** Trish sat out in the waiting room, holding her cell phone. She contemplated calling Eric, and then she thought about calling Vince. She could play both sides of the fence, but she didn't know if she could play both sides until this whole thing blew over. She decided to call Eric and fill him in.

**9:48** Shawn walked out of Vince's office, feeling almost sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe what Vince thought Bischoff had done. Shawn trotted down the stairs and pulled out his cell phone. He remembered Vince's warning: Don't trust anybody. Well, that was just dandy, but Shawn was going to make sure that everything was ok at home. He dialed the number and walked out the front door of WWE Headquarters.

**9:52** "Hello?" Rebecca asked. Shawn smiled. Just hearing his wife's voice was enough to cheer him up.

"Hey babe."

"Oh! Shawn, hi! Can I call you back?" Shawn frowned slightly.

"Sure, babe, but can I ask why?"

"I'm just in the middle of something and about to drop the phone."

"Oh, okay." Shawn said, then hung up, feeling slightly confused.

**9:55** Stephanie and Hunter were again stuck in traffic, not far from the exit that Trish and Chris had taken about 50 minutes earlier. The traffic remained motionless.

"Stupid traffic!" Hunter yelled as he began to drum his fingers on the steering wheel. Stephanie sat silently, slowly getting the ropes around her ankles loose.

**9:59** Steph got the rope off of her feet, but didn't worry about her hands. Hunter looked out his window, and Steph jumped on the opportunity. She flung her door open and began to sprint in and out of the cars.

**10:00** Hunter recovered quickly and fired two shots from the gun.

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