..it's been a while, hasn't it! I'm sorry, but I've been backed up with so many stories lately it hasn't been funny! Mostly, I've been working on fanfic contests ( so far, Ive won first place twice.. and I've only entered once in two different competitions! )

((& thanks to my awesome readers/reviewers, You Are Mine is now multi-award winning! ))

MWAH! .. thanks for reading everyone

But, I've finally managed to get my "You Are Mine" mojo back! So here's this chapter.. I'm sorry it's short, but its definately NOT the end!

Enjoy... and PLEASE RnR!

xox Candy

(( Chapter 10 ))

As Jeff and John arrived into the lobby, the group of Canadians and Divas behind them, what was once calm and quiet was now complete chaos. People were everywhere: confused guests, investigators, witnesses, hotel staff. The game room was taped off, the blue and red lights that flashed from the police cars outside could be seen as their emitting light reflected in the windows.

The two wrestlers didn't even get the chance to react before they were bombarded by the investigators and police. 'What happened in the game room?' 'Did you see your attacker?' 'Any idea why you would've been a target?'

Questions were being shot left and right, and both Jeff and John were having trouble with it all. And even so, they had questions of their own. 'Didn't anyone hear us struggling?' 'Any new news on Amy's car?'

Literally clutching to Jeff's side, hoping to bury herself so far into him that maybe she'd disappear, Trish looked on at the scene unfolding around her.

Off in the distance, Chris Jericho and Christian were comforting the rest of the divas, who had not been questioned by authorities. John, who was only a few feet away from them, remained seemingly calm as he answered questions he really didn't have the answers too.

And Jeff…

was Jeff.

His protective arm around her tiny and trembling shoulders as he spoke to the officers before him.

But Amy… where was she?

Scanning the chaotic room, her eyes managed to settle upon the little redhead, a blanket around her sunken shoulders as over 4 officers and investigators bombarded her with questions.

Knowing all too well that in her present mental state, Amy wouldn't be able to take much more, Trish unwrapped herself from Jeff, and darted to her friend's side.

"Amy?" Startling the diva a little, Trish offered a warm smile at her friend, "Hey, you hangin in there?"

Lifting her shoulders in a small shrug, Amy let out a small huff. "I wanna get out of here," She said quietly, her voice resembling a small child's. "But they're making me answer questions."

Sending a glare over at the group of investigators, who had there arms folded across their chests, as if they were really important or something, they looked back just as she did. "Well don't let us keep you if you have something more interesting to deal with," Trish snapped, "The door's right over there."

Sending a thumb over her shoulder towards an estimated guess of the door's location, the blonde watched in an invisible satisfaction as the officers stepped away. They probably realized that Amy wouldn't be much of a help anyways.. She was too frail to answer such stupid questions.

"Thanks," She mumbled, clutching the blanket even tighter around her.

Only short moments later they were joined by others. But this time, it had just been Jeff and John, who seemingly ran out of answers for the demanding officers.

"Hey, baby." Wrapping his arms around Trish's neck, Jeff placed his chin on her shoulder, winking slightly at Amy, who smiled weakly at the gesture. "How are my two favorite ladies?"

Receiving no answer to his some-what rhetorical question, the small group let the seconds pass by slowly before Amy's tiny little voice broke the silence.

"Jeff.. where's Adam?"

All eyes flew to the colorful Hardy as he stared back at Amy, his green eyes locked on hers as they adjusted to the sudden lose of light, their corners gathering tears. "I - I dunno.."

Just as the last word bounced off his lips, an investigator approached them in a hurry, his face flushed and pink, a plastic bag in his hands. "Do you two men happen to recognize this..?"

Holding up the bag within the group, all eyes widened at the site of the object in the bag.

Wrapped securely in the clear plastic, was a semi-small piece of black wrestling spandex, a hint of silver and gold glitter in the corner.

"Where did you find that..?" John managed to blurt out while the rest were too dumbfounded to speak.

"On the windowsill in the game room.. I take it you might know who this belongs to?"

As if by some miracle-like coincidence, Adam burst through the group of officers guarding the doors and to his four friends, his eyes wide and hair tousled. With erratic breathing and a disheveled appearance, he looked some-what tired and defeated. "What's going on?" He demanded, "What happened?"

Receiving no answer from his dumbstruck and speechless friends, Adam turned to the little redhead, who's face had been drained of any hint of color as she backed away from him.

"Amy? Amy, are you okay? What's going on?"

"Oh, my God.." Bringing a trembling hand to her lips, Amy managed to choke out a few words that the rest were too stunned out outwardly assume. "…it was you."

...ahhh, the evil cliffhanger! How I love it so.. ;)