Disclaimer: Still remains the same. I do not own any of the actual WWE Superstars in this story but I'm still planning on it. I do own Hayley Peterson-Gowen and I do own Ariel the best friend. Other then that it's all up for grabs folks.
A/N: I'm glad that you don't think I went too far from the story since I totally couldn't see where the hell I was going with it before when I read it over again. I have some traumatic stuff coming up so stay tuned.
After not hearing from the guys for the last two hours Ariel was going out of her mind. She was afraid to look out the window, she kept staring at the phone willing it to ring with news that the guys had found Hayley and were bringing her home, but nothing seemed to want to happen and Ariel didn't know how much more she could take.
As she paced around the house there was a ring in the kitchen. After a few seconds of just listening to it, Ariel figured she had better answer it in case the guys really needed to see her or it was Hayley again.
Racing through the kitchen, she slammed her hand down on the phone and picked it up quickly, a little out of breath from the run.
"Hello?"
"Is this Ariel?"
"The one and only, how can I help you?"
"This is Detective Morrison. Remember me?"
"Oh, yeah of course I do. What's up? Is there something we all need to be made aware of?"
"I thought Randy would have already filled you in on it. Guess he didn't."
Playing along with the Detective was hard, but she knew what Randy had told her about possibly being involved in Hayley's abduction, so she didn't want to let him know that anything was off the mark.
"What was he supposed to tell me?"
"Oh it's nothing. They all seem to think I'm weird I guess. Do you think I'm weird Miss Ariel?"
"Now why would I think something weird like that? You just get overly involved in your work. More people should be thankful to have a cop like you around. Makes people feel a hell of a lot safer."
"So you feel safe with me around do you?"
"Oh yes of course I do." Ariel shrieked, not wanting to sound too wound up but finding it hard to keep going and not freak out on his ass.
"Would you feel okay if I came over and saw you right now?"
"What?"
"Well you do look cute in that white little panty thing you're wearing and I was wondering if I could come on over and see you in it up close."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You really think I'm that stupid you little bitch? I've been keeping an eye on your house for the last little while. I have the phone tapped which means I heard what you did and I know everything that you know, and now, just so the plan doesn't get screwed up, I am coming to close your little trap once and for all."
"How many hotels could be in this area?" Randy asked, for the last time as he drove along and watched Zack picking them off the map out of the corner of his eye.
"Three more. I would have figured that her dad wouldn't have much money, being just out of jail and all, but all the flea bag ones are empty of people, we checked so that leaves the big ones. The Hilton, The Holiday In Express, which to me looks bigger then the normal ones, and the Howard Johnson."
"Which one do you want to go to first?"
"The Howard Johnson. Everyone loves a Ho Jo right?"
"Yeah it's the best thing from a flea bag you can get around here I suppose. Perfect for someone who wanted to steal and hide a woman and her baby."
"Do you think we'll find her before he hurts her like he did her mother Randy? Or are we just shooting blanks here?"
"Listen, Hayley is my best friend, not to mention my wife's best friend besides me. If I go home to Ariel without her in my arms, then there is going to be something wrong. I won't give up."
"You love her don't you?"
"Yes I do love Ariel. I would do anything for her."
"I didn't mean Ariel, I meant Hayley. If we find her, are you going to spill your guts or something?"
"Just shut up and let me focus on getting us where we need to get okay? I'm with Ariel and that's all that matters."
"It seems your friend Ariel has tipped off your husband and Randy, which means they are probably all over this fair city looking for you as we speak. You going to stick with the plan little girl?"
"You know I will alright. I told Ariel not to worry. If she told Randy and Zach then she's not really listening to me and focusing on getting her friend back. Don't hold me responsible for what she did. Let's just get with this stupid plan."
"Well no worries about Ariel, she is being taken care of as we speak. She won't cause us anymore problems princess. Now for the surprise. Brian come on out and see your soon to be wife."
When she hung up the phone on the callers ears she noticed the lights go off. Darkness surrounded her, and as she stumbled to get to the stairs so she could hide in one of the closets, she tripped and fell.
As she went to reach for her ankle, she felt someone touch her from behind, but not being able to see, she assumed it was just Randy playing around. There couldn't be a killer outside her house ready to do her in could there?
"Now this will be quick as long as you don't put up much of a fuss." the voice answered, almost like it knew what she was thinking.
"What the hell are you trying to prove? Leave me the hell alone." She screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping someone was out there listening, and made a way for the stairs, as she got to the third step she heard the shot, and all she saw next was an overpowering surge of darkness, and she fell backwards, spiralling all the way back down the stairs to the face of her killer below.