Hey, I must have been storing the words inside the last couple of weeks. This is the fastest I have updated in a long time. Okay I'm not going to leave you hanging too much.

Here it is.

Friday 25th early afternoon.

Jayden's apartment

Paul frowned in trepidation as he pressed the doorbell to Jayden's apartment. Mark's warning rang in his head. He wasn't sure what he was going to say when she answered the door but he was determined to settle the issue once and for all.

"Paul?" Dave asked through the open door.

Paul swung around and raised his eyebrows at the big man standing there in a pair of jeans.

"Well you're alive at least."

"Dave shifted uncomfortably. "What do you want?" He asked resignedly.

"Nobody's seen you since yesterday. You didn't make the plane and you're not answering your phone." Paul accused.

Dave shrugged as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I um slept in this morning." He said blushing.

Paul winced. "I don't want to hear about that part. I really don't want to go there." He said shuddering. "Why didn't you answer your phone? You should have guessed we were worried when all of us called."

"Randy called first and it gave me the idea to teach him a lesson about how it feels to worry about someone." Dave explained.

Paul snorted. "Never mind the rest of us who worried along with him." He eyed his friend. "You and Randy really need to settle this issue cause it's starting to affect the rest of us." He glanced into the apartment over his friends shoulder. 'Is Jayden in there?"

Dave narrowed his eyes. "She's in the shower. Why?"

"I need to talk to you without her overhearing." Paul said dropping his voice down to a whisper.

Dave sighed and looked back into the apartment. "Give me just a minute." He said disappearing back into the apartment. Two minutes later he reappeared having slipped on shoes and a tee shirt. "There's a café downstairs." He said leading his friend down.

Paul waited until they were settled with cups of coffee. 'There's been another package."

Dave sat down his coffee carefully. "What happened?"

Flashback

Couple hours earlier

"Mrs. Levesque honey, you have a package." An old lady, decked out in pink stripes slipped into the room. She sat down an oblong white box wrapped in a blue bow. "Take care." She crooned slipping back out of the room.

Paul had bolted off the bed at the sight of the package and was now eyeing it warily.

"Who could have sent it?" Steph asked examining the box. Paul had to restrain himself from snatching it out of her hands. "There's not a card."

"Maybe you shouldn't open it." Paul suggested struggling to stay calm.

"Don't be silly. It's just a baby gift." She said slapping his hands away. She carefully pulled the blue ribbon off the box and hung it around her neck, feeling festive.

"I'm so glad Jayden held the baby shower before I got stuck in here. We had so much fun." She chattered lifting the lid off the box. Her voice died away at the sight of the doll nestled among soft blue blankets.

Paul sprang forward and slapped the lid back on the box. Carrying the box he placed it outside the room where he could examine it in more detail later. Coming back in he studied his wife's pale face.

"It was just a joke." He tried to reassure her. "I bet Shelton and Randy sent it. I've told you how much trouble they've caused lately."

"But why would they send something that gruesome?" She asked laying her hands along her abdomen.

Paul ran a hand down her hair. "They're kids. They probably thought it was cool."

Present Time

"It took me over an hour to calm her down." Paul finished looking across the booth.

"Shelton and Randy didn't send it did they?" Dave asked as he studied his friend.

"If they did I am going to take personal pleasure in breaking every bone in their body." Paul said grimly. "But no, I don't think they sent it. Even they couldn't be that mean."

"What was in the box?" Dave asked.

Paul took a deep breath. "It was one of those real life dolls with a few improvements. Its stomach had been ripped open. Nestled inside the open cavity was a scoop of worms swimming in catsup." Paul paused to take a deep breath. "He had poked needles through the eyes. There was even a death certificate placed next to the doll."

Dave eyes his friend. "What aren't you telling me?"

Paul's fists clenched in anger. "He put the baby's name on the death certificate. The one we had picked out. Cody Terrance Lévesque."

"I didn't know you had decided on a name." Dave said.

"Nobody did." Paul looked into his friend's eyes. "Except Jayden."

Dave straightened in his seat. 'What?"

"Just listen to me for a second." He said holding up a hand. "I ran the lists that Mark requested. The only person that was around every time, that was the first person to know everything, was Jayden."

"You think my girlfriend sent her best friend a mutilated doll?" Dave asked carefully.

"For the sake of my wife I have to consider it." Paul stated. "I didn't deliberately target her. She just popped up."

Dave nodded as he slid out of the booth. "I have to get to the airport before I miss the second plane." He stated in a controlled vice, not meeting the other man's eyes.

"Dave." Paul pleaded, grabbing the stiff arm.

The big man sighed and let his body relax. "She's flying to the show with me, an interview for the magazine she couldn't get out of. I'll bring up the subject. See what she says."

"Thanks." Paul said in relief.

He turned to glare at his friend. "I don't believe Jayden had anything to do with this and it would be foolish of you to stop looking." He said before walking out of the diner.

Once upstairs he paused outside her door. Unable to help it the facts of the case flashed through his head. He had to admit that he could see where Paul was coming from.

"I've been with her. I know her." He mumbled to himself. Do you? A little voice in his head asked as he remembered the cut off sentences, the closed doors. Shaking his head he pasted a fake smile on his face and walked into the apartment.

Jayden looked up from where she was packing her briefcase. "Hey." She greeted him smiling widely. "I didn't think you were going to make it back in time."

Dave shrugged as he shifted his eyes over the door to the closed room. "He had a lot to vent."

Statewide Arena

Randy wondered the halls looking for the cafeteria. Coming to an intersection he looked around lost. "I hate coming to new arenas." He mumbled as he peered down each hall.

"Randy." Shelton spoke up from his right.

"Hey." Randy greeted his friend. He looked at the other man suspiciously. "Did you just come from the cafeteria?" He asked.

Shelton laughed, knowing his friend had no sense of direction. "Down the hall to the left."

"Thanks." Randy said in relief.

"Hey man." Shelton called as Randy began to move off. "I'm planning to add our adjustments to our, um friend's shoes." He said grinning as he held up the rubber heels.

Randy shifted uncomfortably. "Um, actually I think I'm going to pass this time. I've got a lot on my mind right now."

Shelton smiled knowingly. "The elders putting the pressure on? Don't worry. But any time you want to get back in the game I always have ideas." He called dancing away.

Shoulders slumping Randy continued to the cafeteria. Spotting John he walked over to where the other man was sitting with a group of wrestlers.

"Where's Ari?" He asked sitting down.

"With the divas." John answered, indicating a table behind him. "And these," he said pointing to the group surrounding him. "Are the people that still like me." He slanted a glance at his friend. "Why didn't you tell me what's been going on around here?"

Randy looked around surprised. "What?"

"Adam's big mouth and what he's been saying." Orlando Jordan spoke up from the other side of the table.

Randy glanced up confusion. "What's he been saying?"

John shook his head as he laughed. "Never mind." He looked at the expression on his friend's face. "Are you still planning to do what you're wanting to do?"

"What?" He asked bewildered before he realized what his friend was referring to. "Oh, um, maybe." He answered shrugging.

"Can you let me know before you do it cause I want to make sure I'm far way when it happens." John teased.

"Haha." Randy said dryly. Frowning he concentrated on a point on the other side of the room. "What's Adam been saying?" He asked, his voice serious.

"Just a bunch of shit? Why?" John asked frowning at his friend's tone.

"Cause he's talking to the Diva's and none of them look very happy." Randy said getting up and walking in that direction. John shoved away from the table and followed as the occupants of the cafeteria went silent.

"Problem ladies?" Randy asked coming to a halt and sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Mr. Copeland's not being very nice." Trish Stratus said not masking her dislike of the blonde.

"Ari?" John asked quietly, observing his daughter's closed face. She jerked a shoulder in response and averted her eyes. John's hands balled into fists.

"Hey midget." Randy spoke up. "Why don't you grab Shawn and have him take you back to the room. I bet there's something good on TV." He said not taking his eyes off Adam.

Getting her father's nod she slipped out of her chair and walked off. John waited until Shawn had carried her out of the room before continuing. "What did you say to her?"

"Just told her the truth." Adam taunted.

"He told her you were a worthless piece of shit and that you didn't care about her." Ashley spoke up.

Growling low in his throat John dived across the table taking the blonde down to the floor. Randy moved to intercept Adam's friends before they could join in the fight. "Why don't we let them settle this themselves?" He suggested smiling menacingly.

John mashed his fist into his opponents face, grunting when Adam returned the favor. Not caring about the pain he continued to rain down the blows.

Mark rushed into the room, having heard from Shawn what was going on. Glancing around quickly he spotted the two combatants rolling around on the floor while Angle tried to get close enough to separate them. Randy stood on the sidelines smirking as he restrained 2 more challengers.

Swearing he pushed his way through the crowd of spectators. Stepping quickly he reach down and jerked John off the floor, giving Angle time to grab a hold of Copeland. Fueled by rage John swung out in an attempt to break the hold. Shaking his head Mark turned the struggling man around and landed a sucker punch to the stomach.

John bent over as he struggled to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurt Angle physically drag Adam out of the room. Straightening slowly he turned to glare at the big man beside him. "Was that necessary?"

Mark pretended to think about it. "Made me feel better." He gestured to the door Adam had exited by. "Was that necessary?"

John grinned. "Made me feel better." He repeated.

"I'm glad you got some satisfaction from this little stunt." A stern voice said entering the room. John winced as Vince McMahon came into view. "I think we need to talk about this. My office, one hour." He turned to glare at Randy. " And bring your partner." He instructed before walking out of the room.

"I didn't do anything." Randy protested.

John spared him a glance before turning to leave the room. "I need to talk to Ari."