The next couple of weeks were anything but normal. Sophia couldn't get a wink of sleep. Her eyes just stared up at the ceiling as the scenes from that day ran through her mind. Dave wasn't nowhere to be seen, because of he and Randy being the head detectives in the investigation. She'd be questioned…and questioned again. The phone was ringing off the hook with some of her clients, giving her their best wishes and asking if she every needed anything, they'd be there for her. All of them went over her head because she felt like if anyone needed best wishes it was John Cena…the man who'd lost his wife in this whole thing. She'd called his home, but no answer…the same could be said for Dave and Randy who were trying to get a hold of him as well. They'd even gone over in person, but it was the same result. Knowing how the widowed male was feeling they decided just to let him be until he was ready to talk about it.

"You should've called me." Dave's voice rang over the phone.

Sophia was standing in front of her dance studio. She hadn't been there since that night. "I'm fine." She sighed as she took a slow step forward towards the door.

"They could be following you, Sophia." He stated with a hint of anger in his voice.

Sophia ignored his comment. "I'll call you later. Love you." She stated before she ended the call.

Her eyes looked down and over to where Trish had taken her last breaths. The beating in her heart sped up in a rapid pace. That bullet was meant for her and she had no absolute reason as to why. There was someone out there who wanted her dead and for a reason that was beyond her. She'd listed all of her boyfriends before Dave and anyone else that might have it in for her. She'd broken a couple of hearts, but she knew that none of them were capable of murder. Something scared her about this whole situation…a feeling that no one person should feel.

Digging through her purse, she found the keys to open her studio. Finally feeling calm enough with herself, she took another step forward to slip the key into the hole. Footsteps could be heard coming up behind her and she froze. They'd come back…they'd come back to kill her. Holding the key tightly in her hand she whipped around ready to battle whomever came to end her life.

"You won't get away with it!" She exclaimed as she slashed the key across the person's face. The male groaned and looked up only to reveal John Cena's horrified expression.

Sophia's mouth opened in shock and she just stood there watching as John grabbed his face. Throwing her keys back into her purse she stepped towards him.

"Oh my God, I' am so sorry…I thought…" She stumbled as she rested her hands on his forearm.

John brushed her off. "That fucking hurt." He cursed as he looked at his bloody fingers.

Sophia sighed and placed her hands to cover her face. "My God I'm going crazy. I thought you were them and that you'd come back to kill me." She explained as she leaned herself up against the buildings' wall.

John swallowed as he stared at the panicked woman. "Come back?" He questioned in confusion.

Sophia flicked her eyes up at him. "That bullet was meant for me. I should be the one dead, not your wife." John's expression changed in one quick second and Sophia cursed herself for bringing up the very sore subject. "I'm sorry…" She started but he just waved her off.

"How do you know this?" He continued with the questions.

The scene flashed before her eyes. "I saw the gun and it was pointed right at me…" She closed her eyes as she tried to compose herself.

John just stared on in confusion. Nothing had made sense to him since Trish's death. One minute she had been talking and laughing and the next, there she was being carried off into the ambulance. Sleep wasn't simply an option as he tried to comprehend everything. He hadn't been to work since that day and he had no intention of returning anytime soon…or at least until he figured out who killed his wife, so he could return the favor to the sick son of bitch.

"Why are you here, anyways?" Sophia's question brought him out of his thoughts.

He opened his mouth to speak, but turned towards the spot where he'd held Trish in his arms. "I've come here every night since then." He finally answered as his eyes continued to stare.

Sophia's heart broke for the male in front of her. No one deserved to lose anyone the way he did. She grimaced at the mark she'd left on his face and stepped forward to grab a hold of his wrist.

"I have some stuff to get that cleaned up. I'm sorry again." She apologized again as she grabbed the keys out of her purse for the second time to open up the studio doors.

John looked down at the female's hand. They were more slender then Trish's but the manicure she had on probably had a lot to do with it. He let her lead him inside and into a room, to what looked like an office. This was probably where he and Trish would've come to sign up to continue on with the dance classes…the classes he had never wanted to come to in the first place. Damn her for wanting to come here. She never would've died that night.

"Who killed her…who killed my wife?" His anger took over as he grabbed the woman by her wrists.

Sophia looked into his fiery eyes. "I do…don't know." She struggled with her words as she tried to get out of his grasp.

John shook her. "You said they were after you. Tell me who they were, damn it!" He exclaimed.

Sophia let out a cry as she let the tears fall. "I don't know who's after me. Please John, you're hurting me." She pleaded as the tight grip he had were making an effect.

John's chest raised up in down in a violent manner as he tried to catch his breath. He let her go of her wrists and just fell into a chair. His head fell into his hands.

"She was supposed to be here forever…God, how I need her." The male couldn't control his emotions anymore as he felt the tears sting the cut on his face.

Sophia crouched down in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck to rest his head on her shoulder. He was hurting and it could very well be her fault. That bullet should've hit her and she should've died…not Trish…not this man's wife, who he needed more than ever.

"You don't know how sorry I am. How I wish I knew who it was…God, I don't even know why they're after me." She spoke as the two separated. Her hands quickly wiped away the tears. She waved her hands. "You don't want to hear that. Just let me get you cleaned up and you can go." She stated before she stood up to search for the first aid kit.

John's sympathetic eyes followed the female around the room as she rum edged through her office. He heard the frustrated sighs she belt out to herself. Her average height tried to reach up for a case on a tall shelf and instead everything ended up crashing to the floor. John watched as her embarrassed eyes found his before quickly falling to the floor to search through the mess.

"It's okay. I'm fine." John stated out loud.

Sophia shook her head. "No. I hurt you. Just let me find…" She let it linger as she threw stuff to the side. "Damn it. Where the fuck is it?" She cursed as she continued to throw stuff across the small office.

Sophia closed her eyes as she felt arms wrap around her. "Just let me find it." She stated in a frustrated sigh. She was ignored as she felt herself being helped up off the floor. "I'm so sorry." She cried as she turned into his chest. "I'm so sorry …" She repeated as the tears that never seemed to go away started up again.

John wrapped his arms around the female in a comforting manner. He grimaced at the sound of her cries. "It's not your fault." He stated hoping that it would assure the fragile figure in his arms.

"But it is. I should be the one dead instead of your wife…she should be the one in your arms right now." She continued to cry.

John just blinked at her words. How he wanted the last part to be true…to feel his wife's arms around him again and his around her.

"It's not your fault Sophia. I don't blame you…I'm just angry…angry and frustrated because I can't figure out what happened to my wife." He explained using her name for the first time that night. He held her at arms length. "And I know she doesn't blame you either." He sighed. "She told me that night that she thought you and her would become the best of friends…please don't blame yourself Sophia...she wouldn't want you to."

Sophia flicked a smile. "I thought the exact same thing. I could already see the two of us complaining about our husbands…having a girls' night out…" She shook her head at the thoughts she knew would never happen.

John pulled off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You're shaking." He pointed out as she hugged the coat. The look in her eyes told him why. "You're scared." He simply stated.

Sophia closed her eyes as she nodded her head. "Beyond." She stated.

John had come to try and comfort himself with his wife's death, but in turn was trying to comfort a scared, fragile woman. Someone was after her and no one knew how she was feeling except her. He wrapped his arms around her again.

"I'm not going to be a comforting soul, but I know if Trish was here…she'd be here for you." He said as he found his chin resting on top of her head. "So as best I can, I'll be here for you."

Sophia sighed in comfort. "Thank you." Pulling away from him she found his eyes with hers. "We'll catch whoever killed her." She said sure of herself.

John nodded his head. "Damn right we will."

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