"Christian has a nasty little habit."

"One that we will exploit to the fullest of our abilities."

Chris watched as Stephanie modeled off her wedding dress to him.  He held in his laughter because he knew that Stephanie hated it.  He did snicker however as she twirled around.  He had stopped by to talk about something with her and she had just picked it up.  The blessed event was in a week, and she looked miserable.

"You're right, you do look like a cotton ball," Chris said, tapping his chin, "You look like you're going to float away."

"Shut up," she said, "And help me get out of this thing."

"Undressing you.  Finally something I'm good at."

He walked up behind her and started unbuttoning the buttons that ran down her back.  She had only managed to button them up half-way herself, and the rest of the buttons were left open.  He ran his hand over her skin as it became exposed to him.  Finally all the buttons were unbuttoned and he pulled it down over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she breathed.  He leaned in to kiss her neck, but she pulled away at the last minute, "And just what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think?"

"Why Jericho, I'm getting married in a week's time, I can't be gallivanting with other men, what do you take me for?"

"A slut who wants a fuck just as much as I do," he told her, his voice low, "What better way than to have sex in your wedding gown to another man?"

Her eyes lit up at the prospect; that would be something.  Sex in her wedding dress, a dress she would be getting married to Hunter in.  Then when she wore it, no, she couldn't do that.  She just smiled at Chris and took the wedding dress off.

"No, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You know," she said with a teasing lilt in her voice, "Now, talk to me about Christian."

"Well, Christian has a problem, a big problem," Chris told her, "He's into drugs.  And not just the occasional puff of a joint, I mean, the hard stuff."

Stephanie turned around, her eyebrow raised, "And how do you know this?"

"Because I'm an observant person," Chris said, "Know your enemies better than they know themselves."

"Snooping huh?"

"Yes, and let me tell you the man is a walking pharmacy and shit," Chris explained, "I'm talking everything under the sun.  You name it the guy has it.  It's a wonder he's still alive."

"Remind me to make sure you never have a match with him," Stephanie said, "I don't need you getting hurt."

"Aww, you care," he said, pretending to be extremely flattered, "You really do care about me Stephanie."

She rolled her eyes, "So about Mr. Drug Addict, what do we do to him?  Sure, there's the easy way, turning him into the police and getting him arrested.  But that's like executing someone without the torture, no fun at all.  So Christian needs to feel the pain."

"What did you have in mind?"

"We torture him, THEN we get him arrested," she said, "It's as simple as that.  We have our cake and eat it too."

"How do you propose we do that?"

All Stephanie did was smile.

Stephanie sat by her father's desk as he sat there working.  She was waiting for her mother to come back so they could go over some last minute wedding details.  She tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, staring around, bored to tears.  Where the hell was her mother?

"Stephanie, that's annoying," Vince said, without looking up from his work.

"Sorry Daddy," she mumbled, "Do you know where Mom is?"

"She's talking with some of the stockholder's in a conference call, she'll be back shortly," he answered, "How is the wedding coming along?"

Stephanie tried to sound enthusiastic, "Great Daddy!  I bet it'll be the most beautiful wedding this country has ever seen."

"It better be after the money I spent on it," he chuckled.

"But Daddy, aren't I worth it?"

"Of course you are Princess," Vince said, sending her a kindly smile.  Stephanie figured it was just about the right time to bring up what she needed to say.  Her father was in a good mood, this would just crush him, or make him angry, they both worked.

"You know what I heard Daddy?"

"What?"

"That someone around here is into drugs, and I'm talking the bad stuff Daddy," she said, her eyes widening, "And that he goes out into the ring high most of the time."

"Who is this?" Vince demanded to know.

"I don't know Daddy, I just overheard someone talking about it, but I couldn't place the voice.  I didn't want to barge into a room and just ask what was going on," she said, "But there's someone Daddy.  Maybe you should talk to the roster."

"That's a very good idea Princess, I think maybe I'll issue random drug testing as well, starting this Thursday.  I do have that right as the owner of this company."

"That's right Daddy, and you really, really should."

"Yes, I should, I'm glad I thought of it."

"Me too," Stephanie nodded vehemently, "I'm going to go find Mom now and discuss the wedding."

"Don't wander too far, I'm going to call the meeting right now."

She nodded and proceeded to leave the room.  As she left, she saw Chris leaning against the wall and she nodded imperceptibly, so only he would notice and know the job was done.  Momentarily, a production assistant scurried into Vince's office after receiving a page from him.  A short while later, that same person came out to tell everyone there was a meeting.

Stephanie grinned as she walked towards the meeting room.  This little meeting should sufficiently scare the hell out of Christian.  She couldn't wait to either see or hear about the desperation that would come over Christian at the thought of a random drug test.  Then for sure he'd be in big trouble.  Jeff Hardy had been subject to it and look what happened to him.  She couldn't wait for the show to start.  And maybe, just maybe, they'd catch some other people as well and get them fired.  There were so many possibilities it made her giddy with excitement.

She met up with Hunter, unfortunately, in the meeting room and he pulled them towards the front of the room.  He held her hand tightly and started whispering sweet nothings into her ear.  She ignored him for the most part, imparting a little giggle now and then to make him think she was actually listening.  Chris sat behind her, and she could feel his presence.  Big Show was trying to get into the row behind him, and Chris had lean forward to let Big Show's gut get through the aisle.  As he leaned forward, he reached between the seats quickly and rubbed Stephanie's thigh lightly.

Stephanie jumped a little as she felt someone touching her, but she knew that touch well, and kept in the smirk as she pretended to look around the room nonchalantly.  Her eyes fell on Chris for a moment and she just gave him a look, not even a big one, just a look before turning her attention back to the front as Vince walked into the room.

"Everyone, it has come to my attention that there is someone or some people who are involved in drugs.  This is a very serious offense that I will not tolerate in my company.  Therefore I have no choice but to issue random drug testing on any wrestler or other personality.  I will not have any of you going out there with drugs in your system where you can injure one of your co-workers.  The first test will be this Thursday and will be the only one you are ever informed of.  Any and all persons who test positive will be subject to questioning.  You're dismissed."

Chris looked over at Christian, who had begun sweating half-way through the little announcement.  He already feared what would happen when he had to take the test.  If only Stephanie had made it for today, but this gave Christian at least two days to do something out of desperation.  And that was half the fun of it.  It was all just the fun of being as evil as possible, and they were evil.  This just cemented the fact.

"What's wrong man?" Chris asked as he and Christian walked down the hallway.

"Nothing," Christian said quickly, "I mean, can you believe what Vince said?  Drug testing!  I mean, stupid."

"Not if there's someone actually doing them," Chris said, "I know I wouldn't want to get in the ring with someone if they were on some sort of trip."

"Well…"  Christian didn't know what to say to that, so he just kept his mouth shut.  He was in trouble, big trouble, "What do you think Vince would do to the people who tested positive?"

"Fire them probably, or have them arrested," Chris answered, trying to instill a little more fear into Christian.

"Oh," Christian said, giving a short, scared laugh, "That sucks."

"Yeah, it really does, I pity the guy who's doing drugs."

Chris walked away from him then, glancing over his shoulder to see Christian sitting down heavily on one of the large crates in the hall.  He went back to his locker room to mull over his match later.  Then maybe he would find out just what Christian was doing.  He slipped into his room and went to lounge on the couch.  His cell phone rang and he picked it up.

"Jericho."

"It's me."

"How are you calling me?"

"Don't worry about that," she said, "What happened?"

"He's definitely worried.  He knows he's going to get caught.  The bait is set, now we just have to wait for the prey."

"Perfect," she purred into the phone, "I want to be there when it all goes down.  I should bring a hidden camera or something so that I can tape it."

There came a knock on the door, "I have to go Steph, there's someone at my door."

"Ok, but I will see you later right?" she asked softly and lustily.

"Of course, see you then."

Chris hung up the phone and went to go answer his door.  He opened it to find Christian on the other side.  He looked positively distressed and was wringing his hands nervously.  Chris let him walk into the room and Christian simply paced back and forth.  Chris watched, amused at his behavior.

"What's up?" Chris finally asked him.

"It's me," Christian said softly, "Vince was talking about me."

"You're on drugs!" Chris acted like he was surprised, when he had known for a while now.  You had to know these kinds of things when you wanted to bring someone to their knees in defeat.

"I didn't know where else to go.  Kurt is still crying over whatever happened to his medal and I couldn't go to Edge, he'd be so disappointed, what am I going to do Chris.  I don't know!"

"You need help man," Chris said, trying to sound supportive, "Maybe you should go tell Vince."

"Are you crazy!?!  He'd fire me on the spot!"

"Or maybe he would get you the kind of help you need."

"You think?"

"Maybe," Chris said, "But you really should just turn yourself in."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that," Christian said, "It's better than getting caught right."

"Yeah, hey, why don't you go wash up in the bathroom, you look like hell right now," Chris suggested, or rather demanded, because he needed to make a quick phone call, "It'll make you feel better."

"Yeah, good idea," Christian said, before disappearing into the bathroom.  Chris went to the farthest corner of the room and dialed Stephanie's number quickly, hoping against hopes that she answered.

"Hello?" she asked chirpily.

"Steph, you alone?"

"No, I think you have the wrong number, who are you trying to reach?"

"Ok, look, Christian is going to turn himself in, we can't have that, because I'm sure your dad would be too compassionate, so you need to sneak into his dressing room and dump out some of his stuff, he keeps it in his bag because he can't go that long without something, so you dump it out and then, I don't know, get your father to find it by leaving the door open or something."

"Yes, that is the right number, but you have the wrong person.  Ok."

"Good, see you soon then.  And hurry."

Stephanie hung up the phone and looked over at her mother, "Stupid wrong numbers.  Obviously, having my phone is distracting to making these plans.  I'm going to go take it to my dressing room.  Be back in a jiff."

Stephanie almost threw up at the chipper tone she had to take.  She left the room before her mother could protest and quickly made her way to Christian's dressing room.  She'd have to be extra careful because she hadn't planned for this.  Seeing nobody in the direct vicinity, she went into the locker room.  It was empty, thankfully.  She spotted the bag over by the side and grabbed one of his t-shirts to grab it with so there would be no fingerprints.  She saw a bag of something and casually tossed it on the ground in plain view of the door.  Thinking that would be more than enough, she put the shirt carefully back in its place and went out of the room as fast as she had come in.  Time to find her father.

She almost ran to her father's office, but caught her breath before hand and opened the door with a smile.  Her father was talking with Hunter and she sent a loving smile to both of them, going over to Hunter and giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.  Then she turned to Vince and gave him her most innocently happy look ever.  She just hoped her face didn't freeze this way.

"Daddy, do you want to take a walk with me?" she asked.

"Why?"

"There's…things I want to discuss with you, and you know, we never really get to talk anymore, and I miss my Daddy," she said, giving a little pout.  She knew her father would never resist.

"What about Hunter?"

"Oh, Hunter can't hear this, I just want to talk about the wedding," Stephanie said with a giggle, "Because he can't hear about my dress, right baby?"

"Right," Hunter said with a smile as he grabbed her hand.

"Please Daddy?"

Vince gave in with a smile, "Ok Princess, let's go."

Stephanie clapped her hands cheerfully and slipped her arm through her father's as she walked with him out the door.  She turned and blew a kiss at Hunter, who pretended to catch it.  She faltered for a second and almost scowled, but soon replaced it with a dazzling smile. 

"Daddy, well, I just wanted to tell you about my dress, and it has a long train, so you know, we're going to have to walk slowly," she said, completely and totally unprepared for this conversation.  Damn Christian for not wanting to wait and make her think on her feet.

"That's fine Princess, how are your vows coming?"

"Splendidly Daddy," she responded, when in actuality she hadn't even written any vows.  If it came to it, she'd just lie or some shit like that.  Or make Chris write them and then laugh her head off at what he could come up with.

"Good, I can't wait to see you in your dress, you'll be so beautiful and I can't believe that my little girl is getting married," Vince said proudly.

Stephanie just listened to him gush as she steered their walking towards Christian's dressing room.  Her father kept wanting to go in other directions and she was about two seconds from dragging him to Christian's locker room and just pointing it out.  Finally, they reached the hallway where it was and she could already see people milling around.

"Yes Daddy, the whole thing will be beautiful," she said, then looked forward, pretending to be surprised, "Daddy, what do you think is going on there?"

Vince looked up and saw some people in a group up ahead, "I don't know, but it look suspicious."

"Very," Stephanie said as they walked up, "Let's go check."

They walked up to the group and several of them turned their heads to see Vince McMahon standing there sternly.  Their eyes widened as Vince looked around at them.  Stephanie faded into the background and just watched the show unfold before her eyes.

"What's going on around here?" Vince asked, his voice booming.

"We don't know Mr. McMahon, but um, you know how you said things about drugs this morning," Matt Hardy told him.

"Yes."

"Well, I went into Christian's locker room to talk to him about it, and well, um, there was something in there," Matt stuttered.

"What?"

"Well, that," Matt said, pointing to the bag that Stephanie had taken out earlier.

Vince's eyes narrowed, "Where is Christian now?"

"I don't know sir," he answered.

"Well, wherever he is, whoever finds him, send him immediately to my office," Vince said, turning on his heel and heading straight back to his office.  Stephanie followed wordlessly.  Vince barged back into his office to see Hunter, Chris, and Christian sitting there.  Stephanie ran back into the room a bit after her father.  She stopped short as she saw who was there.  Her instinct told her to go sit with Chris, but she went over to Hunter and sat on his lap that he invited for her.

Stephanie glanced down and then at Hunter as he kissed her and whispered to her what was going on.  She nodded silently and looked over at Chris.  He was looking over at her, but Hunter couldn't see it from behind her hair.  He looked kind of pissed, and she couldn't figure out why.  His gaze reverted back to Vince, who was sitting there coldly.

"Christian, it has come to my attention you are doing drugs, and I can't have that in my company, the authorities will handle it now," Vince said, as he started dialing the phone, "Perhaps they'll get you in rehab, but I can't have someone bringing that kind of thing into my building."

"But sir, I was going to get--"

"I don't want to hear about it," Vince said, "I have a zero tolerance policy around here and this is what's going to happen.  I understand this is a problem, which is why you may be able to get your job back, but only after you're clean."

"Oh."

Vince called the police, for what seemed the five hundredth time, but only Stephanie and Chris knew exactly why.  At least this time, Christian really had brought it upon himself.  He should've learned to keep his secret more hidden.  It wasn't his fault he was so…careless.  The police came to take Christian away after collecting their evidence.  Chris just sat there, pretending to act devastated, but it was really to be around Stephanie.  Hunter excused himself for a second as Chris sat there with his head in his hands, like he was really mulling this over.  Hunter was none the wiser as he looked up to see Stephanie sitting there, her legs crossed and her arms folded.  They stared at each other for a long second.

That was it, they were done with everyone…except one.

Hunter's time had come, and he was going to get it the worst of all, finally it was his turn.

Hunter would never know what hit him.