I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

Nick, or Dolph as he was called these days sat studying his nails silently, neat clean squared off at the edges. He mused over his nails for a few more minutes then looked up at the red head standing in front of his desk. "What now?" He asked arching an eyebrow.

"The police, they picked Punk up last night," The Red head said looking nervous.

"Really?" Dolph arched an eyebrow feigning no further interest. "Was he on his medication?"

"He didn't even know he was being arrested," The red head responded scratching at his arms.

"When's the last time you had a fix?" Dolph asked looking amused at the red heads fidgeting.

"I don't know...uh, yesterday sometime I think," He nodded uncertainly.

Dolph nodded slowly leaning back and studying his other hand now. "Go find Wade and tell him I wish to speak with him," he stated calmly.

The red head blinked it was obvious he thought that Dolph was going to hook him up, but he quickly nodded and hurried out of the office leaving the platinum blond alone with his own thoughts Once he was sure he was alone he nudged the mouse and the computer screen before him came to life. He leaned forward and typed quickly.

Phillip Jack Brooks.

AKA C.M. Punk.

Last known whereabouts: Mason City, Oklahoma.

Presumed dead.

"So your survived the assassins huh Philly old boy?" Dolph mused looking interested flipping through the photos they had of the man simply known as Punk. He shook his head smirking a little he glanced up and close the file at a knock on his door. "Come in," He called.

The british brawler stepped into the room and stared down at Dolph with a condescending pompous air to him. "You rang Ziggler?" He asked his accent thick as always.

Dolph's eyes travled up the big man then past him to the small skinny blond man standing just behind his left shoulder. If he didn't know better he'd just assume this was one of the brits pets, but in truth he knew how much more dangerous the blond was then the brit. The Brit put fear into men, the blond put men into the ground with out ever touching them. The blond was good, the blond scared the shit out of him.

"Yes, for you not him," He nodded at the blond.

"Christian is one of me mates, he goes everywhere with me, Deal with it." He said calmly.

Dolph sighed and nodded. "I was just given some interesting news,"

"If it came from that red headed git, I'd be hard pressed to believe it," he laughed.

"Yeah, when it concerns one CM Punk.." he saw Christian tense. "I tend to believe it, I've been told the guy is harder to kill the a cockroach,"

"Yeah, I've heard." he said. "what about him?"

"Well, he's alive..probably not very well," He tapped the side of his head. "And here in Chicago,"

"Shit," Christian spoke for the first time.

"Emm, hmmm." Dolph nodded looking at Wade.

"Well then we just go off him before he can spill to the police where is he?" He asked.

"The police have him,"

"Fuck," Again this from Christian.

"Man of few words but smart,"

"Is he on his medications?" Wade asked.

"No knowing that until someone gets close him," Dolph responded.

"Someone unassuming I'm guessing?" He asked.

"We you and Mr. personality can't go waltzing into the local precinct now can you?" Dolph laughed.

"and neither can you" Wade smirked.

Dolph sighed softly looking away from the Brit and his little blond freak trying to clear his head and come up with a solid plan to get Punk back under his roof and under his thumb. He sighed softly and looked back at Wade and Christian. "We need him here and soon," He said.

"Preferably before they get him back on his medication?" Christian asked calmly.

"Yes, preferably," He responded.

Christian looked thoughtful for a few moments then smiled that cold chilling smile of his. "I know somebody who can help us,"

Dolph arched an eyebrow uncertainty welling in his stomach. "who?"

Instead of answering him the blond turned to Wade whispering in the Brits ear, and Dolph's unease rose quickly with each passing second as the bigger man's smile grew wider and wider. "Jason says that he can contact Orton," he said mildly.

Dolph tensed his unease was true, Orton was a man he'd rather not deal with, better known as The Viper the man was dangerous. "I'd rather keep this in the family,"

"But he is family," Christian grinned manically

"No," He stated simply. "No Orton,"

"Chicken shit," Christian clucked with a laugh.

"I said no, now drop it,"

"Someone's afraid of the big Bad Viper," Christian teased.

"I will cut his damn tongue out if he doesn't shut up," Dolph snapped.

"Jason," Wade chided gently but The blond could tell Barrett was amused by Christian's teasing. "Will go keep an eye on the station then," He said turning calmly.

"Yes, that's fine." Dolph said watching them leave. "Fucking assassins," He mumbled once the room was empty.

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Blood dripped slowly down his fingers as he stepped back from his father's latest victim, he flexed his hands the dried blood cracked and the fresh blood dripped to the floor.

"Go clean yourself up Randall," Bob Orton stated stated stepping between The Viper and his victim. "I'll finish up here,"

Randy's jaw popped for a second as he glared holes into the back of the old man's head then he took another step back before walking away to the sink in the corner of the garage where he began to scrub at his hands. He watched the blood swirl down the drain he pulled his knife from his pocket and slowly picked the blood from under his nails cleaning the knife he dried it on the hand towel and placed it back into his pocket before he began drying his hands he heard the soft pop of a silenced pistol and turned back.

The man he'd been torturing was dead, the lifelessness in his eyes gave that way. Bob Orton looked pissed but he looked at his two goons. "Dispose of that waste," He snarled icily the two men grabbed the body and dragged it off to do as they were told as Bob looked at his son, his pet project really he smirked at Randy. "You were very artistic tonight Randall,"

"I've been reading," The bronzed and inked man said staring coldly at his father.

"I like it, keep it up...you got the information from him much sooner then I thought you would," Bob said patting the broad shoulder of The Viper. "Lets get out of here, I'm starving," He concluded. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded his assent that yes he was hungry, killing always made him hungry.

"Good good, lets go," Bob said walking out quickly heading towards the waiting Limo who quickly drove away from the site of his most recent torture and murder both men unaware they were being watched.

The long haired blond shifted on the roof of the building and pulled his cell phone flipping it open he sent a text.

I found The Viper, instructions?

A few moments passed and his phone beeped in response.

Unwanted at this time, but don't loose him, Dolph's mind will most likely Change...Punk is back.

The Blond shifted and gazed down at the Limo holding up the camera he zoomed in on the plates and took a picture then texted the information to his eye in the sky. Sending a text to them.

Information needed on final destination, need to know where they live.

A text shot back almost instantly.

Cake and pie.

The blond eyed the car silently for several minutes until it pulled away then smirked blue eyes dancing with amusement.

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TBC...

Yeah, um...any clue where I'm going with any of this? LMAO! I don't know! Ahhhh Who else is gonna show up in this damn fic! Wow, okay! Anyways! More to come on this, and on Only in my mind and Letters to an end. I just needed to get this idea going cause its just Stewing and boiling in my brain!

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