Always Watching

Chapter 5

Chris Benoit rushed into the hotel room that he and Lita shared. As he opened the door, he forced himself to keep his anger in check. 'Whoever this guy is...I want ten minutes alone with him. I'll kick his ass beyond recognition,' he thought to himself. The redhead was sitting on the end of the bed, her face pale.

Chris Jericho had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, speaking softly to her. The blonde Canadian looked up as Benoit entered the room, a helpless look on his face. Whatever he had tried to soothe Lita had failed. Jericho froze at the look on Benoit's face. Something had happened, besides the call to Lita, and it disturbed the man.

Benoit nodded to Lita, knowing that any show to try and make her feel better would be useless. He sat down on the bed near the nightstand, picking up the phone and pulling a business card out of his wallet.

"Who are you calling?" Jericho asked.

"The detectives," Benoit answered swiftly, his fingers rapidly pressing the buttons.

"It can wait until tomorrow, you know," Lita said softly. Benoit put the receiver to his ear.

"Not this," he told her, his expression changing as the other end picked up. "This is Chris Benoit. I need to talk to Captain Moceri," there was a long pause. "There's been a development..."

Lita toned him out as she stared ahead, running her hand over her hair. Chris Benoit, Edge, Christian, Chris Jericho, Stacy, Rob Van Dam and Shane Helms had all been there at the club that night. Her cell phone that had rung, it was a private number, not one that she gave to the company. She only gave it out to her closest friends, and it was obvious that the person had been there. Chris Jericho—it couldn't have been him. He was with her when the phone had rung. It couldn't have been Stacy, or any of the Divas. Thankfully, she crossed those names off of her list. Chris Benoit. She lolled the name about her head, and immediately felt guilty. Chris Benoit had been with her from the start, her support beam. She was obnoxious to even consider him.

That left Christian, Edge, Rob Van Dam, and Shane Helms.

And, not to forget, Christian's phone call to her the other day... The question rang about her head once more, a question she'd forced to the back of her end earlier that night:

How had he gotten the phone number for her room?


Captain Moceri looked around the hotel room, and sighed inwardly at the sight of the young redhead. From what he had heard of her from those he'd asked she was a headstrong, brave woman. What must it feel like, for her to feel so helpless? Pushing those thoughts aside, Moceri walked in, eyeing Benoit. He looked understandably angry at himself. The captain walked inside, and pulled a chair up across from Lita and sat in it. She looked at him, her expression blank.

"Tell me what happened," he encouraged gently.

"Jericho and I were out at a club, dancing, when my cell phone rang. I opened it, and he was on the other end."

"What was your conversation like?"

"I asked him who he was, and he said I knew who he was. Then he said I shouldn't dance with other men; that we would go dancing together, and that I'm his girl. I shouted that I would never be his girl and hung up. Chris and I ran out."

"So it was obvious that the man was in the club with you?" he was rapidly jotting things down on a yellow pad of paper.

"Yes."

"Who has your cell phone number?"

"Only my closest friends... It's not listed anywhere, not even in my emergency cards or the WWE books. I could come up for a list for you, if you'd like."

"That'd be helpful," Moceri replied, nodding. "Who did you go to the club with?"

"Christian, Edge, Benoit, Jericho, Stacy, Rob Van Dam and Shane Helms," she answered, crossing the people off in her mind.

"I'll talk to them," he told her, and then sensed her hesitation. "Is there something else?"

She twisted her hands while she spoke. "Before we came in, we told the front desk to keep the fact that we are here private. Christian called me earlier tonight to see how I was and to invite me clubbing," she told him. Captain Moceri noted it down.

Chris Benoit sat next to Lita, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. "There's something else, too," he said, throwing a quick glance at Lita. "I was at the table when Jericho and Lita were dancing. Edge left the table and came back about the time that the two bolted out," he told him. "He said he was talking to Vince McMahon about a new angle. Lita turned to look at him, frozen. 'Edge...' she thought, picturing the tall, handsome Canadian that had always been so nice to her. 'and Christian,' an image of Christian appeared in her mind. A great friend, always there to make her laugh. 'Can it really be one of them?' she frowned, closing her eyes tightly. She just wanted everything to be over and done with. No more helplessness, no more second-guessing her friends...

Captain Moceri stood. "I'm going to go and work with this at the station. Call me if there arey more developments," he told them, and stood.

"If you find anything out, call our number. I'll be up all night," Benoit told the captain, and Lita shifted uncomfortably. Did he really intend to stay awake all night long just for her? "Don't worry, Lita, I'll be fine," Benoit told her, catching her guilty gaze as Moceri left the room.

"I hate this," Lita announced a few minutes later, her hands curled up into fists. "I have to doubt everyone. I can't trust anyone except for you two," she announced, fighting and failing to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. "The person...he's my friend...I trusted him and liked him..." she repeated over and over. Benoit and Jericho did their best to comfort her, but there was not much they could do...

Because Lita was absolutely right.


It was nearly 3 A.M. and fatigue was beginning to set in Benoit when the phone began to ring. Beside him, Lita mumbled and rolled over. Jericho had left about 1, knowing the redhead was ready to sleep. Benoit reached over, picking up the phone, trying not to disturb Lita as he did so.

"Yes," he answered gruffly.

"This is Captain Moceri," was the response. There was hesitation in his voice, and then he continued. "We looked into Edge's cell phone records."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"It's a very fine line between legal and not, I'll put it to you that way. But that's not the point..." he inhaled deeply. "My point is this: Edge didn't call Vince McMahon, he called an unlisted number."


Author's Note: I hope you guys like this chapter—I liked writing it! I'm not sure—so don't hold me to this—but this story is probably going to be about 20 chapters long. Anyway... Please review!