Stephanie sped into the driveway and her tires squealed as she came to a stop. Throwing the door open, she shut off the engine and jumped out, opening her back doors and pulling the kids out as Chris came running outside.

"Stephanie," he said, coming down the walkway. "What the hell is going on?"

As she turned around, he saw the blood on her shirt and his eyes widened. She handed him Shane's younger son and said, "I don't have time explain."

"What do you mean you don't have time to explain?" he demanded, taking the boys.

Stephanie glared at him, slamming the door shut. "I don't have time! I have to get to the hospital."

Watching her jump back into the car, he only shook his head as he watched her helplessly pull out, and speed away.

Shane ran into the emergency room and went directly to the desk. "Did a Marissa McMahon come in here?"

The nurse at the desk glared at him. "Sir," she said, holding the phone to her ear. "You will have to calm down and wait a minute…"

Shane slammed his fist down on the counter, causing the woman to jump. "I won't calm down and I won't wait!" he yelled. "Now where the hell is Marissa?"

She slowly hanged up the phone and peered at Shane. "Listen…" she said slowly.

"You listen to me you overpaid bitch," he snarled, pointing his finger at her. "Do you have any fucking clue who am I?"

She narrowed her eyes at him again. "I'm calling security."

"Shane!"

Before he could do or say anything else, Shane turned and saw his father and mother standing a few feet from him, staring at him. He frowned and quickly walked over them. "How'd you get here?"

Vince glanced at his wife first before looking at Shane. "We went to the house. Stephanie was there and she told us what happened."

"Where is she?"

"In surgery," Linda answered.

Shane looked at his parents, worried, before Vince said, "She'll be alright. She's a fighter."

Shane nodded, but he wasn't very convinced. "Who did this?" he asked furiously.

Linda shook her head while Vince shrugged. "We don't know," he answered softly.

"I think I might," he said under his breath, gritting his teeth angrily.

Vince raised his hands in attempt to calm his son down. "No, now don't assume anything," he said. Shane looked at him with wide eyes. "Trust me," his father said. "We'll find out, but we're doing it the smart way."

"And what way is that?" Shane challenged.

"We're using the one person who's in the deepest."

Before Vince could continue, the doctor walked out, and approached them. He first looked at Vince and Linda, then at Shane. "You must be the husband." Shane nodded. "You're wife is out of surgery."

"Will she be okay?"

The doctor shook his head before saying, "We won't have an answer to that for a few hours, maybe days. I think all went well but there was a lot of blood loss."

"Can I see her?"

"Sure," he said, leading the way. "I'll show you."

As Shane left behind the doors, Stephanie came running down the hall towards her parents. "What's going on?" she asked out of breath.

"Marissa just came out of surgery," Linda told her daughter.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"We don't know yet."

Vince looked at Stephanie, his expression serious. "We need you to do something."

She nodded. "Anything."

He shook his head. "You're not going to like it."

She raised her brow. "What it is?"

"We need you to find out if Heyman or ECW is behind this," he said slowly.

Stephanie's eyes first widened and then she shook her head. "No…"

"Stephanie…"

"No!" she said. "I don't want to…" she took in a deep breath. "I saw her," she said softly. "I found her. I can't do that. I just…"

"You're the only one," Linda said softly. Stephanie looked at her mother with sad eyes. "You're the only one," she repeated.

Heyman sat in his office, on his computer, when the door suddenly burst opened. Looking up, he saw a very pissed off Stephanie McMahon walking up to his desk.

"Did you do it?"

Stopping his work, he leaned back, and looked at her in confusion. "Did what?"

"Did you order the hit?" she asked.

Heyman shook his head slowly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

In a rage, Stephanie slammed down the police pictures of Marissa's bloody body in the bathroom. "Don't fucking lie to me," she growled, shoving the pictures at him. Looking up at Stephanie, he sighed, and glanced at the pictures. "So?"

"I didn't order the hit," he said slowly. Before Stephanie had a chance to sigh in relief he added, "I did it myself."

Stephanie stopped breathing. She looked down at Heyman's smirking face as he tossed the pictures back at her, and the room around her began to spin, the colors blending in with one other. "Why?" she managed to choke out.

Heyman shrugged. "I needed to make a statement," he told her. "Having you as an ally now doesn't really scream. It's gets people's attention, yes, but with your family…" he shook his head.

"You didn't need to do that," she said between gritted teeth. "Marissa was innocent!"

Once more, he smiled at her. "It was a test."

She raised her eyebrow. "For me?"

He nodded. "I wanted to see if you were going to rat me out to your family. But you didn't…"

She nodded, slowly biting her lip. "You nearly killed her…just to see if I was loyal?"

He shrugged. "Who's to say that she's dead now?" Stephanie glared at him when another presence entered the room. Stephanie turned and immediately regretted it. Kurt Angle.

"You wanted to see me?"

Heyman nodded and grinned. "I believe you two met," he said smugly.

Stephanie rolled her eyes while Kurt said, "Yeah, why's she here?"

"She'll be here for awhile," Heyman said, standing up. He looked directly at Stephanie before asking her, "Would you mind stepping out for a little bit?"

Nearly growling, she nodded in agreement, and left the room, quieter than she intended to be. Watching her leave, Kurt turned to Heyman. "What was that about?"

Heyman smiled at Angle. "Stephanie is going to help us."

"With what?"

"Capture the Vacant WWE title tomorrow night," he told him. "Once I'm sure that we're in position to take down the McMahon's and the WWE…I'll take care of Stephanie…for good."