Chapter 15: Double Trouble

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CANT GET HIM OUT!" The 3 yelled out after 15 minutes of negotiating with the receptionist.

"Rules are rules, sorry kids." The receptionist calmly said.

"How about bail? How much?" Trish asked.

"No bail, he's only staying for the night." The receptionist said.

"Only? So what to you, but he doesn't deserve to be there!" Nikki argued.

"Go home, back to your hotel, wherever you're staying, or I will have you escorted out." The receptionist threatened.

"F-- this!" John left the station, disappointed.

Trish and Nikki followed John in disappointment as well.

"He IS only staying for the night..." Nikki said.

"Yeah, but I mean, he's in JAIL. It could be in his record." John replied.

"COULD be. Be positive John." Trish said.

"He's already got a record, I mean, not for anything bad like DUI, but he's been DIShonorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps, TWICE." Nikki tightened her sweater, it was getting cold.

Trish and John looked at Nikki. When Nikki noticed, she stopped walking.

"What? You two look like you've seen a ghost." Nikki wondered.

Trish broke the silence between John and her. "How do you know that?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Nikki asked.

"Speak." John spoke and started walking.

Trish and Nikki followed.

"Well... You know when I was in the Marine Corps Headquarters because the Admiral wanted to talk to me about an offer he wanted me to take to be the military lawyer? Well, when I was talking to him, some guy walked in saying that the Admiral wanted to talk to him. I said go ahead, I can wait, and the Admiral didn't bother introducing me, he knew of what trouble this guy has already had with the ladies there and he didn't want me to be one of them. He called him 'Private Orton', and I saw the court statement he handed the guy. And... It said Randy Orton." Nikki paused to see what Trish and John's reaction were like.

"Damn. What happened next?" John wanted to know more.

"The Admiral said he needed to go to court, and he needed to hire a military lawyer, and the Admiral suggested me. In the Marine Corps, I had not used Keibler, I had used Merriwether, my mom's maiden name. So the Admiral called me 'Sergeant Merriwether'. Orton didn't notice an thing and said OK. I couldn't back out because he had already recommended me, Orton said yes, and man, if you saw the look or Orton's face when he was handed the court statement, you couldn't hesitate to say no. So... that's how I know. He was charged with 2 alleged accusations." Nikki stepped inside the hotel and held the door for the other 2.

"Hey, I'm suppose to be holdin' the door." John pushed Nikki inside and held the door.

"Dork!" Nikki scratched her butt. "That hurt."

"Did you win the case?" Trish asked.

"Yeah, and I got him to do only community service instead of getting locked up, though he isn't allowed to go back to the Corps without a court order." Nikki pushed the elevator button to go up.

"How come he doesn't remember you?" John held the door for the ladies. "HA! Beat you this time!" John said to Nikki.

Nikki scoffed. "I dunno, when I saw him, I remembered that. I thought he would remember me, but I guess he didn't. Good thing too, because you don't know how many times he asked 'The Question' back then." Nikki quoted her fingers.

"Lemme guess..." Trish thought fora moment.

"Will you go out with me?" John joined Trish into the statement.

Nikki nodded. "Lame huh?"

Trish laughed. "Yes, it IS."

Nikki and Trish went to their hotel door, as they were sharing a room, and John stood behind them.

"Yes Mr. Cena?" Trish asked. "What do you want? Go to your room."

"Can I hang here for a while?" John asked desperately. "I don't like my roomate."

"Whatever." Nikki stepped inside and flopped down on her bed. She soon drifted off to sleep, leaving John and Trish with nothing to talk about, other than them.

At the County Jail

"Are you letting me go?" Randy asked as the policeman opened the jail doors and let him out.

"No, the detective just wants to talk to you." The policeman put handcuffs on him and led him to an interrogation room.

Randy sat down and looked at the beaming lights above the table. The light made it so hot inside the room that he began to sweat. Oh please God, Nikki better be getting me out of here. He thought then a detective went inside the room.

"Randy Orton, my name is Detective Larson." Detective Larson shook Randy's hand.

Randy shook his hand back, and he was hoping that this wouldn't turn out to be one of those interrogation sessions where the detective gets steaming mad because the suspect can't give him the answers he needs.

"Now, tell me, did you start the fight?" Detective Larson began his line of questions.

"No, the Prince did." Randy answered.

"Oh really? Well the Prince tells me YOU started the fight." Detective Larson pointed at Randy.

"Just because he's a Prince that doesn't give you a right to treat him likes he's the world." Randy reasoned.

"Don't argue with me." Detective Larson shot a mad look at Randy. "Now, were you under the influence during or before this fight?"

Randy had no clue of what "under the influence" meant. Then he remembered what Nikki had said about it. "No, I was not under the influence before or during." Randy answered.

Detective Larson frowned and sighed. "Now, tell me how this fight started."

"Well, this is how I remember it: Nikki, John, Trish and I were just at a table talking, then he comes along. He says he wanted to dance with Nikki, and Nikki didn't want to dance after what happened at her father's birthday party last year. Then he punched me for no reason." Randy remembered much of what he can from the fight, though he know he left few details.

Detective Larson sighed sharply. "OK, this is how the Prince told me it went down: He was just minding his own business, he bumped into Nikki, you got mad, punched him, and he ran away."

Randy slammed the table. "LIAR! He started the fight, I returned fire, after a few hits he ran away scared because cops came along! And WE were minding our own businesses, then HE THAT MUMBLING IDIOT came along!"

Detective Larson looked over the information in his folder. "Well, to make you happy, Prince William WAS and STILL IS under the influence, and when I talked to him, he wasn't at all cooperative and he seemed to act like he is drunk. We ran the tests, and yeah, he's drunk. It may not have gone done exactly the way you and him said it, but I believe you. You seem to be sober, but you still were caught in the fight. As for that, you need to stay here until Tuesday morning. Your court date is set for Saturday. If you can't afford a lawyer, we'll be glad to get one for you." Detective Larson made his way through the door.

"Why do I have a court date?" Randy looked at the court statement.

Detective Larson stopped and answered, "One, the law requires for you to do some sort of act for commiting this crime. Two, the Prince is pressing charges. I'll talk to you later."

When the Detective left, Randy stared at the court statement and tears began to run down his eyes. He set his head down on the table and cried softly. Soon a policeman came and took his outside the room.

"You get one phone call. Go ahead, use the phone." The policeman directed Randy to the phone by his cell.

Randy picked up the receiver and called the one person who would understand his situation and get him out of there.