If anyone watched Wrestlemania there was a great spot between Randy and Dave. It was perfect. Dave standing there telling Randy how's it's going to be. Anyway happy reading.

Bettington funeral home

"Hi." Jayden said as she greeted the receptionist. "I received some brochures from here and I believe they might have come to me by mistake."

"Oh?" The perky blonde asked in a disinterested voice.

"I was hoping you could tell me how to get them to where they were supposed to go. The name on the package was Stephanie Levesque." Jayden said as she tried to curb her impatience.

"Sorry, I don't have anyone here by that name." The young girl answered as she picked up her nail file.

"But you didn't even look." Jayden pointed out as she gritted her teeth.

The receptionist shrugged her shoulders. "We don't have a client by that name."

Jayden narrowed her eyes in thought. "What about a mailing list?" Do you have one of those?"

The girl gave her an incredulous look. "This is a funeral home not a magazine."

"Right. So you have no idea who sent Stephanie Levesque these brochures." Jayden demanded skeptically.

"Look" The receptionist folded her arms across her chest. "I don't keep track of what people do outside of this office. And I could care less."

Jayden shook her head. "Thanks for nothing." She said sarcastically before walking out. Once outside she peered back in the window and smiled in grim satisfaction as she watched the young girl pick up the phone and quickly dial a number. "And just who are you calling?"

Marking one item off her imaginary list she got in her car and drove the short distance to the hospital. After finding a parking lot she headed for the volunteer desk.

"Mrs. Verisey, do you remember me?" Jayden asked sweetly. "I was here Sunday after church asking you about the kind young man who's been bringing gifts to my friend."

"Oh yes honey." The old lady said patting her hand. "You're so sweet. More young people should go to church. I bet that young man you're talking about goes."

"I had to leave before I could get his name. Do you happen to know it? I would really like to send him a thank you card." Jayden asked, making sure she was on her best behavior.

"Oh honey, I don't know his name. I can't seem to remember things as well as I used to." She laughed at herself.

Jayden tried not to let her disappointment show. "Do you think you could give me an idea of where he works? You said he was in here all the time."

"I'm not sure what kind of job he has." The volunteer offered looking confused. "I do know that he helps his father out in the office."

"His father's a doctor? On this floor?" Jayden asked, feeling her heart race in excitement.

"Oh I think he has offices downtown somewhere." The old lady waved the question away.

Jayden bit down on her impatience. "Do you remember which doctor?

"Oh honey, they all have such strange sounding names nowadays I can't keep them straight." She shook her head as a commotion down the hall distracted her. "Oh look they have a new baby." She smiled as she turned back. "Can I help you with something dear."

She sighed in disappointment. "No I guess not." She pulled up a smile for the old lady. "Have a good day." She said before she walked down the hall.

"Hi" She greeted the Lévesque family as she eased in the door. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Steph answered shortly. She avoided her friend's gaze.

Jayden raised her eyebrows to Paul who shook his head in return. "Can I get you something?" She offered.

"No."

"Well then, I guess I'm going to go. Paul I have the article that you wanted. It's in my car." Jayden said, communicating with her eyes.

"I'll walk out with you and get it." He spoke as he lifted his wife's feet out of his lap. He ignored her pouting look, instead bending down to give her a kiss. "I'll be right back."

Steph watched with narrowed eyes as they walked out of the room with their heads huddled together. With a frown she pulled out the card she had received the night before.

"Do you know where your husband is?" She read words scrolled across the front. Opening the card she read the words on the inside. "I do." Taped below the words was a photograph of Paul, dressed, as he had been the night before. Nestled in her husband's arms was her best friend.

She stared at the picture in anger until she heard the monitor beep indicating an increased heart rate. Intending to take a deep breath to calm down her thoughts latched on the way they had acted in the room minutes before. "Why would Paul want her article when he refuses to read the ones that are printed?"

Outside

"You look like you're feeling better today." Paul observed.

"Look I appreciate what you did but I'm really don't want to talk about it." She said looking away.

"Okay." He said simply. "What's up?"

"I went to the funeral home. The bimbo receptionist knew something but she wouldn't tell me. And I bet you anything she tipped him off as son as I left." She said in disgust.

"What about the volunteer?" He asked as he leaned against her car.

"She couldn't tell me a name, just that his father is a doctor. The most logical choice would be Steph's doctor so I'm going to go over there this afternoon."

Paul frowned. "I don't want you going there alone. If the bimbo did tip him off he could be waiting on you."

"If this is a ploy not to be left out of the investigation it's okay. You can come with me." She laughed.

He shook his head. "Steph's not been feeling good today and I don't want to leave her. But I seriously don't want you to go alone."

"It'll be fine." She waved his concerns away.

"Promise me." He said firmly.

"Fine." She huffed. "I'm meeting Dave for lunch. We'll go after." Making a face at him she got into her car.

Later at Lucino's

"Hey." Dave said as he walked up to the table.

"Hi." Jayden answered. She took a small sip of water as she laid down the menu she had been reading.

He took note of the avoided eye contact. "Is everything okay?" He asked concerned.

"Yeah." She answered finally, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Why don't you have a seat?"

"I'm not sure I want to." Frowning he eased into the chair opposite her. "I'm not getting a good feeling about any of this. You've been avoiding me all weekend and now you ask to meet in a very public place." He cocked his head. "Are you hoping I won't make a scene in a public place?"

A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. "I don't think that would stop you." She gestured to the menu. "Would you like to order something?"

He shook his head no, waving away the waiter as he approached.

She bit her lip as she searched for words. "I've been thinking." She started. Restless she shifted around in her seat. "About what Randy said the other night, about me hurting you."

Dave leaned back in the chair with his arms folded over his chest. "I thought we had put that problem to bed." He grumbled.

"What?" She asked confused. "Oh yeah, we did. But it made me realized that I do have the ability to hurt you. I hadn't realized how much." She paused to take a deep breath. "It made me think about how far we've come already."

"There's nothing wrong with going fast." Dave pointed out. "Especially when a couple connects the way we did."

Jayden winced at his words. "I don't want it to go any farther." She said in a rush.

Dave stared at her in tense silence. "That's it? No reason for it?"

She shrugged helplessly. "I didn't plan this. I wasn't supposed to get involved with anyone. But then I met you and I put all my concerns aside." She smiled sadly at him. "But I can't give you what you need and the further we continue the more hurt you will end up and I couldn't stand that."

"So I don't have any say in this?" He inquired in a dangerous voice. "Explain what you mean when you said you can't give me what I want. I don't recall asking for anything."

She rubbed her head. "Not now, but soon you will want this relationship t go to the next level. In a year or too you'll be asking me to get married, have kids. I can't do it." She cried.

"One, I think you're putting the cart before the horse or what ever that saying is. Secondly why do you feel you would be lacking in that area?" He asked softly, concern pushing away anger for the moment.

"Don't make me tell you." She whispered in a tormented voice.

"Honey." He gathered her hands into his. "I can't understand any of this. You have to tell me."

She nodded as she wiped tears from her eyes. "I was married a long time ago, almost eleven years now. We weren't even together a year before he left me."

"Did he hit you? Is that why you're so scared?" He asked griping her hands once again.

"No." She managed a waterly laugh. "I don't think I even loved him." She looked into his eyes. "He left because I was pregnant."

"Preganant?" Dave echoed.

She smiled softly at the look on his face. "Her name is Cassy and she was an angel."

"What happened to her?" Dave asked softly.

Jayden's eyes turned stormy and her skin became pale as milk. "She was seven. It was a pretty spring day so we went to the park." She swallowed hard. "Just one of the little parks close to our apartment."

Dave began to rub hands that had turned ice cold.

"It was early still and there weren't a lot of people around. She was on the swings." Jayden smiled at the memory as her eyes turned misty. "She could swing for hours at a time. I was lounging on a park bench close by. I was never very far from her and I always made sure I could see her out of the corner of my eye." She tried to explain.

Dave gave her limp hands a squeeze. "I'm sure you were a great mother."

"The sun was making me sleepy." She continued on, her voice monotone. "I was reading and I remember hearing her laugh. That part gets a little fuzzy. I looked up and the swing was empty. I shouted her name; saw a man carrying her through the woods. I raced after them, but I lost track. Something hit me and I passed out. When I wok e there were cops all around." Her breath came in short pants as she relived the terror.

Dave closed his eyes against the horror he saw in hers. "Did they catch him?' He asked hoarsely.

Jayden stared as she snapped out of her nightmare. "I was unaware that there have been a rash of child abductions in the city over the past couple of months. I was working on a big political case and didn't pay attention to any of the other news. And child abductions weren't that important back then." She paused to take in a deep breath. "When I woke up in the hospital they told me they had found his lair. And they had found bodies."

"Cassy?" Dave asked when she became silent.

"He was running this time, knew the cops where after him. So he went home and set fire to all the evidence. That's how it was put to me." She gave a small laugh. "These where children and they referred to them as evidence. They assured me Cassy was among the victims but they had to do DNA testing to identify which one."

Dave waited in silence for her to explain the rest.

"Did you know it takes several weeks for DNA testing?" She asked a little hysterically. "I thought I was going to go crazy."

"What happened?" He asked softly when she remained silent.

She shrugged helplessly. "None of them were her. And by the time the DNA tests got back all the leads where cold. They had no course of action." She gave a bitter laugh. "That's how they put it. No course of action left to them."

She chewed on her lip. "That was three years ago. I still don't know if she's alive, what she's having to endure."

Dave wiped at the tears that ran down her face. "I'm so sorry."

"Because of that I can't ever be involved in a relationship again." She cried, longing to be held in his arms.

"You had a horrible experience. But in no way do I hold it against you." Dave said as he tried to pull her into his arms.

"You don't understand. You're a great father. I've heard the way you talk about Randy and Journey. You deserve to have kids. I will never be able to give you one." She cried as she jumped up and streaked out of the diner.

Jumping in her car she gunned the motor, driving around in circles until she had calmed down. Pulling into a parking lot she rubbed a hand over her heart, trying to ease the ache. "Life sucks and then you die." She repeated her slogan.

After wiping her face she repaired her makeup and opened the car door. Then shut it again as she remembered her promise to Paul. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel she finally picked up her phone.

"Hey, how's my favorite person?"

"What do you want?" Randy asked suspiciously on the other end of the phone.

"A body guard." She replied. "Though I don't believe I need one."

"Not that I mind you calling me." He started slowly. "But why didn't you call Dave?"

"I'm no longer in a position to ask him for favors, and frankly I don't think he wants to see me right now."

She continued when he remained silent. "If you're on his side I completely understand. I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"No, I'll go for two reasons. I like you and I don't want anything to happen to you. And if I didn't go and something did happen to you I would be dead, breakup or no breakup."

Smiling in appreciation she gave him the address. "I'll be outside."

Twenty minutes later she hopped out of the car as Randy pulled up. "Nice car."

He grinned. "All the girls think so." He said causing her to roll her eyes.

"What did you do to your wrist?" She asked observing the ace bandage.

Randy groaned. "Its nothing, just a sprain."

She pursed her lips. "What did the x-ray's show?"

He shrugged. "I didn't have x-ray's." He muttered as he walked towards the office.

"Hold it." She held up her hands. "Come back here. Are you telling me you didn't have a potentially serious injury checked out by the trainers?"

Randy grimaced as he shook his head. "I told everyone I did and I put the ace wrap on to look like I did. But its fine." He looked at her with his puppy dog eyes. "Don't tell Dave."

She gazed at him sternly. "I wont tell anyone, because after we go into this doctors office we are getting in my car and going to your doctor's office. Non negotiable." She continued when he made a face.