At one-thirty in the afternoon, Seth and Roman sat in the kitchen and enjoyed a delicious breakfast/lunch prepared by Miss Ida Brown.
"I wonder if Randy knows yet? Remember, we have to act like we don't know where Adam and the children are. Can you both do that?" Ida asked as she filled the Reigns' iced tea glasses again. She had an unusual sharpness in her voice. Hunter had drilled it in to her, how important it was that no one, especially Randy, knew the plan to hide Adam and the quadruplets.
Seth smiled at Ida, he understood she spoke out of fear for Adam and the kids. "Don't worry, Miss Ida. We do understand. Roman and I have got this. We read about Randy, we want to see him behind bars, before something...worse happens. The accident was bad enough. It happened because of who Randy Orton really is. So, you can count on us, Miss Ida. I promise." He placed his hand on Ida's arm and gently squeezed in reassurance.
Ida Brown sighed. "I am sorry, boys. I know you won't let Adam down. It's just...my fault… the stupid cabbage..." She let out another sigh. She still felt the accident had been all her fault.
Seth got up and hugged the motherly housekeeper. "Ida, it is not your fault. It would have happened, cabbage or not. The brakes were tampered with. You did not do that. It happened because bad people tried to get Randy, through Adam and the kids. Not because you forgot the cabbage. So stop feeling guilty, it won't help, especially yourself. We all love you, Miss Ida." He kissed the older woman's cheek.
"Seth is right, Miss Ida. It was not your fault. Don't worry, we are going to get through all this; together." Roman spoke with a warm smile to Ida.
Ida smiled at the handsome couple. "Okay, you're right. I have to stop feeling guilty. It's just…those terrible pictures on the television and in the newspaper. My poor Adam and our poor babies. I hope Randal Orton goes to jail for life."
"I hope Shawn gets the case. If he does, Randy will never be free, nor the McMahon's." Roman spoke with a lawyer's conviction.
Ida laughed. "We can only hope. Now, you boys eat. Gotta keep little baby Reigns healthy." She filled Seth's plate with more food. It made both Seth and Roman laugh.
At St. Luke's Hospital, Randy Orton and Mike Mizanin stood at the nurse's station at the children's ward. They had just arrived for their morning visit to the quadruplets.
"Is it alright to see my children?" Randy asked Lita with a smile. He knew sometimes he couldn't visit if the Doctors were with the kids.
Lita looked at her fellow nurse, Beth. Beth gave Lita shrug. Lita sighed a bit, then looked at Randy. "Sir, there has been…trouble. Your children and Adam..." She wasn't sure of exactly what to say, or how to say it.
Randy rolled his neck and stood at his full six foot five height. "What do you mean by trouble? What has happened to my children? What has happened to Adam? What the hell is going on?" He almost shouted his words. Only Mike's hand on his shoulder kept Randy in check. Now was not the time for an IED incident.
Drake Younger appeared at the station. He'd been told Randy had arrived. Stephanie wanted Drake to tell Randy. That way, Drake could judge Randy's reaction. Lita was relieved to see the Children's Advocate.
"Mister Orton, if you will follow me, please. I will explain." Drake spoke like he would to any parent. Their was no point in making a scene in public.
Randy knew Drake Younger was one of the Council of Seven in McMahon's faction. He looked at Mike. Mike gave a slight nod. The nod told Randy all he needed to know...Mike was fully armed, and prepared to act if the need arose.
"Lead the way, Mister Younger. I want to know what is going on with my family. Mike come, this concerns you too." Randy wanted Drake to know he wasn't going alone. Plus, Mike was nearly the step-father of the children, he had a right to be there.
"This way." Drake indicated the way to his office with a sweep of his arm. The trio headed down the main hall to Drake's office on the ward floor.
When they got to Drake's office, Randy and Mike sat on the small leather couch. Drake's office was more like a cozy living room. It was better for discussing difficult decisions for the parent of dying children. His office for business was one floor up.
"Coffee?" Drake asked as he poured a cup for himself. He stood in front of an oak credenza.
Randy held back his growl and annoyance. The smug look on Younger's face angered him. "No, thank you. Just tell me what the fuck is going on."
Drake causally sat down in a leather reading style chair across from the couch. He took a sip of coffee, then put the cup on the end table next to the door. He took great delight in watching Randal Orton squirm.
Drake guffawed. "As if you didn't know. Okay, Mister Orton, if you really want to play the game, I will go along. Sometime, in the early morning hours, your ex-husband and children vanished. They aren't here, and we have no idea where they are." He spoke bluntly but with honesty. He had no reason to lie to Orton, about anything.
Randy Orton gripped the arm of the couch. He actually paled. "What? Wait…what? Did you...missing? My children…Adam...gone?" Randy wasn't sure what he'd expected Drake to say, but it certainly wasn't hearing his family was missing.
Drake's eyes narrowed. Either Randy Orton was an Oscar worthy actor or the man honestly had nothing to do with the disappearance of Adam and the children.
Mike laid a hand on Randy's upper thigh. He could feel the tremble of fear as it coursed through Randy's body. He looked at Drake and spoke.
"What do you mean, vanished? Let's not play any games here. Where did McMahon take them? If you don't want a full on war, just bring them back, now. We can...discuss things then." Mike spoke in a deadly tone of voice. His face was a stone carving of anger.
Drake was a bit taken back. He was convinced, Orton was not behind the disappearance of Adam and the four brats. He wasn't sure what to do. He needed to talk to Stephanie...fast.
"Um...one moment. Help yourselves to the coffee." Drake stood and went out into the hall. He called Stephanie McMahon. He needed help.
Mike got up and poured two cups of coffee. He handed one to Randy. "Ran? I don't think McShit had anything to do with it. I could tell by Younger's reaction. He thought we were behind it. What if… what about Jericho? He's wanted revenge since that incident with Jordan and Ash." Mike sat down again and sipped his coffee.
"Jericho doesn't have the guts or that kind of man power. He doesn't have a faction… he is a McMahon crony. However, if he did somehow manage it, Jericho won't live out the day." Randy spoke in a low, deadly tone. He sipped his coffee. His mind churned at a million miles an hour. Things just did not add up.
Drake returned. "Follow me, please. Miss McMahon wants to talk to you, in her office. She swore on the Code, you will not be harmed." Once again he indicated with a sweep of his arm toward the door.
Randy and Mike stood. Their coffee cups left abandoned on the oak coffee table. They followed Younger to Stephanie's office upstairs. It was safer than her office on the children's ward floor.
At Adam's house, deep in the well hidden safe room, Seth checked on his patients. Roman had gone next door to oversee the movers. After all, they were actually moving, it wasn't all just a ruse. Dean had gone upstairs to help Ida bring food down to the safe room. The drapes had been opened, but their movements didn't draw any unwarranted attention.
Adam sat on the comfortable couch in the living room area. It felt good to be up and about. He hurt and ached, but it was bearable. He tightened the Velcro strap on his brace, now it felt even better.
Jan and Jordan sat on the floor at Adam's feet. Seth had given them the nod after he'd checked them over. They had no pain in their broken arms.
"Daddy it itches something fierce." Jordan whined as he tried to work his fingers under his cast.
Jan nodded in agreement. "Mine too, Jor." She too tried to get her little fingers under her cast.
Adam chuckled. "I know, my darlings. It means your bone is healing. I have away to fix it, but I need something from Miss Ida. Daddy is proud of you two. Uncle Dean told me how well you looked after your brother and sister at the hospital." He beamed at his children. He wished he could bend down and hug them.
"How can Miss Ida make the itch stop. Can't put paste in a cast, daddy." Jordan laughed at the idea.
Adam cocked his head. "Paste? Oh, you mean when she mixes baking soda and vinegar for insect bites. No, not paste, but something else..." He was halted when Dean and Miss Ida came down the stairs.
Dean carried a pot of homemade vegetable soup. Miss Ida had a platter of grilled cheese sandwiches. She put the plate in the oven to keep the sandwiches warm. Dean set the pot on the stove and put the burner on low. He then went into the bedroom to see Jade and James.
Adam grinned. "Thank you, Miss Ida. Come here, please." He gave the housekeeper a sly wink. Ida went to Adam and bent down so he could whisper in her ear.
Ida gave a little laugh. "Good idea. Be right back." She hurried up to get the requested item.
Jade and James came out of their room with Seth and Dean on their heels. "All perfect." Seth announced with a smile. James' headache was gone, so the worry had left Seth's face.
"Wonderful. Thanks, Seth. It is a comfort to have you here. Dean has to get back to his patients. How is the moving going?" Adam asked as Dean sat next to him on the couch. He had missed Seth, and they had a lot to catch up on.
Dean chuckled to himself. He was glad to see Adam and Seth together again. He couldn't wait for the day when the two nurses would run his private practice.
Miss Ida came back downstairs. She had two long, bamboo knitting needles in her hand. "Here you go. Let Uncle Dean help you. I will be upstairs if you need me." She gave Dean the knitting needles.
"Thank you, Miss Ida. Ida, it's not your fault. We all love you, very, very much." Adam spoke softly as he gave Ida a warm hug.
Ida sniffed softly. "Thank you, son. I love all of you so very, very much." She went upstairs. Ida sealed the door to the safe room. She was content.
Dean sat on the floor. He had Jan's cast covered arm in his hand. He very carefully slid the knitting needle up, down and around between the cast and her skin.
"Don't ever do this without me, daddy or Uncle Seth's help. Also, not too long at a time. It can irritate your skin and make it worse. Understand?" Dean spoke with his doctor's voice. His face was stern.
"Yes, Uncle Dean" Jan and Jordan spoke together. Jordan ran the other needle around his cast under Dean's watchful eye.
After a few minutes, Dean took the knitting needles and put them up, out of reach of little hands. He didn't want Jan and Jordan to damage their cast covered skin.
Adam looked at Jan and Jordan. "Did that make it better, my darlings?"
Jan smiled. "Much better, daddy. You were smart." She gently hugged Adam's legs.
"I learned that from your grandmother Judy. When I broke my arm, she put me to sleep running her knitting needle under my cast. But, Uncle Dean is right, too much and too long is not good. Now, are my little monkeys hungry?" Adam spoke warmly of his dear mother.
"Yes! Starving! Yes! Very hungry!" The four little voices spoke in their unique chorus.
Adam started to get up, but Seth stopped him. "No, Adam. You can't. You sit, that's why I'm here." Seth stood and stepped into the kitchen area.
Dean moved the coffee table a bit so it could be used as a table for the children. He then set up a TV tray for Adam to use.
"I don't remember having these." Adam stated as he admired the sturdy, dark walnut TV tray.
Dean laughed. "You didn't. I got a set of six. I thought they would come in handy." He set up a tray for himself.
It was Adam' turn to laugh. "It was very thoughtful of you. It's beautiful." He indicated for Dean to give him a kiss.
The children giggled at the kiss. It made the three adults laugh. Seth soon had everyone settled with a bowl of soup, a sandwich and a glass of milk. With a promise to return later, Seth went to go check on things upstairs and spend time with Roman.
At St. Luke's Hospital, Randy Orton and Mike Mizanin sat across the desk from Stephanie McMahon. Randy glared hard at his mortal enemy.
"You mean to sit there and tell me the CCTV cameras failed, inside and outside, during the exact time my family vanished? You expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with it? Let's not continue to play this game, Miss McMahon. Where is my family? What the fuck have you done with them?" Randal Keith Orton spoke low and slow, to keep his anger under control. He was about to explode.
Stephanie glared just as hard at Orton. "I can assure you, we had nothing to do with it. Two of our nurses on the children's ward were drugged. That smacks of your handiwork. I think you took them, to make us look bad. So you can move against us and get approval from the district commanders."
"That is outrageous! Let's add things up shall we? Who plotted to kidnap Adam from a cafe? Who kidnapped my son at World's of Fun? Don't think I don't know your man Bálor fucked with Adam's car and nearly caused them to die. You were responsible for trying to break into my house to attempt to get my children. Now, Where are my children and their daddy?" Randy again spoke in a low voice. He also made sure Stephanie saw his weapon in the shoulder holster he wore under his suit coat.
Stephanie swallowed the fear that ran up her spine. She didn't think Orton would use the gun, but she couldn't be sure. She was glad Drake had gone to get Finn. They would be there soon; she hoped.
Before Stephanie could speak, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Her eyes never left Orton as she spoke.
Drake Younger stepped into the room. He gave Stephanie a look that told her Finn was in the hall, just in case. "They know what the drug was. They also cleared the kitchen of any guilt." He handed Stephanie a copy of the report from the lab.
"Ketamine? That's used for anesthesia. From what I recall, taken orally, the affect lasts up to six hours. Any word on Justin and Vickie?" Stephanie's attention had been drawn away from Orton, for the moment. Things just didn't add up.
Randy also perked. He couldn't let anything he knew about Justin show. "Ketamine? That's not something easily obtained. We don't keep it in stock, we have to special order it. Now, I get it. It was Jericho. It has to be. He could obtain it, like our company has to do. Question is, how could an oily little nobody like Jericho pull it off, without a lot of help? Help from you and your old man perhaps?" He arched his brow at Stephanie.
Drake laughed. "You've got to be kidding me, Orton. If Jericho did it, he acted alone..." The man turned serious and looked Randy in the eye. "We had nothing to do with it..." He was halted by Stephanie.
"Mister Younger is a bit upset. He...is...with Justin. But, he speaks the truth." Stephanie again looked Randy Orton in the eye.
Randy gave Stephanie a nod. "Fine. I will say this. I am going to the media, to let them know patients in Saint Luke's Hospital aren't safe. As a matter of fact, I will be calling in an old family friend and trust me, neither he nor his husband will be happy. Adam is like a son to them and they consider the quadruplets to be their grandchildren."
Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "I would not advise contacting the media, Mister Orton. I would also assume you are speaking of Detective Helmsley. You want to involve the police? In...company matters? What would the district commanders say about that?"
"Then I suggest you return my family. I will give you till the end of the day. If my family is not safely returned by midnight… it will be war. I will have the backing of not only the district commanders of Kansas City behind me, but Saint Louis as well..." Randy stood, as did Mike. "Midnight or bitch, your ass is mine." Randy stormed out of the office, Mike on his heels. Randy was so angry, he walked right past Finn Bálor.
Finn rushed into the office. "Are you alright, ma'am?" He was worried at the way Orton had left.
Drake handed Stephanie a glass of water. After she took a sip, she spoke. "I'm alright, he didn't hurt me." She took another sip. The two lieutenants noticed that their leaders hand trembled.
"He threatened her, with war. With backing from Saint Louis and if he manages it, Kansas City. He thinks we took the blond bitch and the brats." Drake explained as he sat down in the chair Randy had vacated.
Finn guffawed. "That proves he did it. In all of history, the ones that scream I am innocent the loudest, are the guilty. So, what do you want us to do?" Finn knew what he wanted to do, just kill Randal K. Orton. However, he knew Stephanie had to tread carefully.
Stephanie sat back in her chair. She rested her chin on her fingertips. "You could be right, Finn. I want Orton watched. Finn, are you still connected to that private investigator? Orton is too wary, he knows all of you. We need fresh eyes, ones Orton doesn't know." She gave Finn a hard look.
Finn smiled. "Yes, I am. Don't worry, ma'am. I will handle it Orton will be under watch in under an hour. I'll go personally, just so my friend understands how things work. Being a woman will also help. Orton wouldn't look twice."
Stephanie nodded. "Very smart, Finn. Go, take care of it. We'll look after Wade. I'll put Cesaro and Sheamus on duty. Especially if Wade gets to move. I have a private room ready for him. Drake, thank you for the help. Go, see to Justin, then try to get some work done. You have a Make-A-Wish meeting later. No matter what, hospital business comes first. I'll lock my door behind you." She stood and walked the two lieutenants to the door.
"I'll got talk to my friend, she's Irish too, so she knows how to get things done. I'll report back to you when I come to see Wade." Finn hurried off to meet with his friend, Becky Lynch. She owned a private investigation company called The Four Horsewomen. Finn had known Becky as a kid back in Ireland.
Drake laughed a bit at the speed of Finn's departure. "Don't worry, ma'am. I know Saint Luke's comes first. Have you heard from Hazel Forest?"
Stephanie frowned. "Yes, her sister is worse. Hazel may not be back till after… anyway, thanks again." She gave Drake a nod of dismissal. She shut and locked her office door. Stephanie sank into her chair with a sigh. Something about everything going on did not sit right.
Stephanie feared the worst. They had been betrayed, from the inside, but by whom and why. She also wondered could Jericho have done it? He know about the plan. Could he have betrayed them? Or maybe Jericho took Adam and the kids for his own revenge. She needed to know. First she called Cesaro and Sheamus, then she called Chris Jericho. She ordered Chris to come to St. Luke's ASAP. She had a questions and would damn well demand answers.
In the safe room at Adam's, the children napped peacefully. Adam was asleep in his bed. Dean had gone upstairs to call Dr. Steve Austin at Children's Mercy Hospital. He kept to the story Hunter and Bret had told him.
Dean told Steve that there was a severe personal problem, and wouldn't be able to be at the hospital for a few days. Dean said if any emergency came up, about his patients, to call. Steve understood and told Dean not to worry. He knew if Dean said it was severe, then it was. Austin wasn't the nosy type and asked no questions. He assured Dean his patients would be well cared for. Dean was grateful.
Dean then called Miss Vesta and told her to refer any emergency patients to Doctor John Cena. He told Vesta to cancel all appointments for the week, but he would be back on Monday. Dean had to play the "frightened" fiance. It would look odd if he went to work like nothing was wrong. Dean knew his patients would understand when they knew why...at least he hoped so.
Dean was the one who went to the door when the bell rang. It was Randy. Ida and Seth quickly hid the basket of medical supplies. Seth had been checking that everything was in order. Ida put the basket under her bed in her apartment. Now she and Seth sat at the kitchen table.
Dean opened the door. "I guess you know."
Randy looked at Dean, he could see the sadness in the physician's eyes. "Yeah. Why didn't you call me?" Randy asked as he stepped into the foyer.
Dean sniffed. "I… didn't..." He shrugged. Hunter and Bret had warned Dean not to say anything more than he had to. It kept things more realistic.
Randy could see Dean wasn't in a normal frame of mind. "It's okay, Dean. I probably wouldn't have thought of calling either. Any word? Do the cops know? Hunter? Tell me what you know." Randy was totally distraught.
Dean led Randy to the kitchen. Ida made coffee, Seth sat at the table and pulled off an Oscar worthy look of sadness. Dean and Randy joined Seth and sat down.
"Yes, Hunter knows. No, haven't heard anything. Why Randy? Who would want Adam and the children? It makes no sense. Jade and James need medicine so does Adam. I mean, Adam can barely walk." Dean gave another deep sniff. His hand shook as he sipped the coffee Ida had served him and Randy.
Seth stood. "Sorry, gotta…" He hurried upstairs. He had pretended to have an onset of baby sickness.
Dean started to follow his friend. "I'll go, Ida. I'll call if I need you. He is taking this hard." He stated as he went upstairs to check on Seth.
Randy gave a nod. "I hope the baby won't be affected. Miss Ida, could I have some coffee and the ashtray, please."
"Of course, sweetheart. I'm sure...well..." Ida gave a deep sniff. She went to get the requested items for Randy with a pat to his shoulder.
Upstairs, in the bathroom of Roman and Seth's guest room, Seth and Dean sent Adam a text message down in the safe room.
"Randy is here so don't worry if we're up here a while. Will come down when safe. Love you. Dean and Seth." Seth hit the send button on his phone. He and Dean exchanged a glance of worry.
"Better wet your beard a bit. Make it look like you washed your face after vomiting." Dean suggested as he flushed the toilet a few times for the proper effect.
Seth let out a tiny chuckle. "Oh, yea. It's so hard to not to think of Randy as the man I know now. If nothing else, he was always such a great guy." He let out a sigh and wet his face with a few handfuls of warm water.
Dean handed Seth a towel. "I am sure it is. You're doing a great job. Keep it up. You know Adam is depending on you...on all of us. You ready?" He gave Seth a nod of confidence. He took the towel from Seth and held on to it.
Seth returned the nod. "Yup. Don't worry, Dean. I won't let Adam down." He gave Dean a pat on the back.
When the Doctor and Nurse got back down to the kitchen, Ida was in the process of making sandwiches. "I sent Randy to the patio. Baby Reigns doesn't need to inhale his cigarette smoke. Go join him, I'll bring these out soon."
"Thanks. Oh, this needs a wash." Dean tossed the towel on the pile of dirty laundry in a basket by the door to the laundry room. He and Seth went out the open French doors. Randy sat on one of the swings on the quads play fort.
Seth sat on one of the loungers and watched as Dean walked across the backyard to the swing set. Real tears formed, the sadness he saw on Randal Orton's face was profound.
Dean quietly sat down on the swing next to Randy. The mafia boss swiped his eyes and gave a very deep sniff. Dean reached over and put a friendly hand on Randy's shoulder.
"Hunter will find them, Randy." Dean spoke, his own voice filled with emotion. He had thought of the day Cathy died, it always made him cry.
Randy looked at Dean. "He'd better… our babies. Dean, all five of them. How? Who? Where was the hospital security? Where were the nurses? How do four children and an injured man..." He scrubbed his face with his hands. At the moment, there was no crime boss. There was just a very distraught father.
Dean leaned forward and rested his forearms on his upper thighs, and let out a deep sigh. "I honestly don't know. There are less staff on the night shift, but, that doesn't explain the cameras. I also know, there is just one security guard inside at night. He stays close to the ER. That's usually where problems arise. You know, drunks and drugs. There are four on outside patrol. We all told McMahon, more than once, it wasn't enough security. He always said it was plenty, especially with the advanced CCTV system." Dean spoke the truth, and it held a bitter tone. Dean and other staff members had brought up the lack of security more than once.
"He was wrong. I hold him responsible and if one hair of of my family is harmed. I'll...fucking kill the bastard." Randy spoke in a low growl. He forgot for a moment, and let his killer side slip out.
"I might help you." Dean, for the moment, also forgot. Adam the little lions were safe. He then regained his thoughts and spoke again.
"No, not really, and neither would you. Killing him wouldn't solve anything. You hit someone like McMahon in the wallet." Dean wanted to be sure Randy knew he didn't suspect anything about Orton's true self.
Randy also regained his composure. "You're right. I couldn't kill either. Dean, what… I don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do." The desperate parent had returned in full force. Randy felt helpless.
"Boys, come and eat." Ida called out from the patio. She had put a platter down on the picnic table. Seth helped and poured iced tea into blue plastic cups.
Dean stood. "Come on, you need to eat something. You have to keep your strength up."
Randy managed a small laugh. "Well, you are the doctor. Dean, try to keep Seth calm. He can't lose the baby because of stress. I know that loss, it is awful. You know, he and Roman both tried to keep Adam and I together."
As they walked, Dean spoke. "Yeah, he helped me so much when Younger and I busted up. Don't worry, he will be well looked after. I am glad now he and Roman are staying here until their new house is ready."
When the physician and the crime boss got to the patio, they joined Seth and sat at the picnic table. Randy and Dean sat next to each other while Seth sat across from them. Ida set down a bowl of potato salad and a small stack of paper plates. Napkins and silverware were also on the table.
Ida stood at the head of the table. "You boys eat, at least a little. Adam would be upset if you didn't." She smiled her motherly smile.
"Miss Ida is right. Adam would be upset if we starved to death..." Seth put a spoonful of potato salad on his plate, then continued. "What did Hunter say?" Seth looked at Dean. They had to remember to stick to the plan.
Dean put a roast beef sandwich on his plate. "Not much. He said he would get here as soon as he could. I don't think Chief Hart wants Hunter on the case. Kind of like me not being allowed to operate on a family member. I am sure Hunter will manage to talk the Chief into it." He ended with a shrug.
Randy took a sip of his iced tea, to wash down the bite of sandwich he'd eaten. "If I know Hunter Helmsley, he will be on the case. To be honest, he is the only one I trust to find Adam and the babies. I still...why? Who? Dean...would this Younger guy… no, no...I'm sorry, Dean." Randy gave Dean an apologetic look. He truly liked Dean and didn't want to offend the good doctor.
Dean gave Seth a sly glance. Seth gave him a look that said he understood. Dean then looked at Randy. "It's alright, Randy. I am not offended. If I am totally honest, the same thought crossed my mind, for a few minutes. However, no. Drake wouldn't do that. He seems to be happy and in a new relationship with a nurse from Saint Luke's. Drake has changed, but even at his worst, he wasn't like that. I mean, Seth can attest to that. Right, Seth?"
Seth nodded, chewed and swallowed. "Trust me, Randy. It ran through my mind as well for a split second. Then I thought no, Drake wouldn't do that. Two reasons. Drake really has made serious efforts to change back to the guy he used to be. Secondly, Justin adores Adam. Drake wouldn't do anything that would upset Justin. So no, Randy, Drake Younger couldn't have done it." He spoke with firm conviction and a bite of potato salad.
Randy gave a nod. "Okay, I trust you both to know the guy. I just...our babies, our Adam. Where are they?" He pushed his plate away and dropped his head into his hands.
Dean and Seth exchanged another glance. While hungry, they both knew it would look very odd if they continued to eat like nothing was wrong. They both pushed their own plates away. Seth got up and went around to sit on the other side of Randy.
"We have to stay positive. We have to believe they are alright. We have to believe Hunter will find them." Seth spoke softly and caressed Randy's back. It made him realize, for Randy this was real. Maybe...just maybe it was wrong and cruel to keep Randy in the dark. He let out a sigh, maybe he should say something.
Dean leaned back and saw the expression on Seth's face. He knew Seth was about to open his mouth and say things he shouldn't say. He gently cleared his throat to catch the pregnant man's attention.
Seth looked at his husband's best friend. He saw the look on Dean's face. Seth realized he was about to blow the whole thing. He gave Dean a nod that said he would keep his mouth shut.
Dean gave Seth a grin, then quickly cleared his face of all emotion. Randy had lifted his head to look at Dean.
"You're right, Seth. We do have to stay positive, but..." Randy gave Seth a shrug. In an uncharacteristic move, Randy laid his head on Seth's shoulder. He couldn't stop the tears that fell.
Seth couldn't help but wrap his arms around the underworld crime boss. Dean laid a hand on Randy's shoulder. He thought of Cathy and his own tears fell.
The moment was interrupted when Ida stepped out to the patio from the kitchen. "Boys, there is someone here to see you."