Chapter 6

They got into the truck and Taker started driving.

"That was quite a stunt you pulled in there," he said looking at her sideways with a smile.

She laughed. "Her face was absolutely priceless. I'm glad Cody got his wallet back. What she did was wrong."

Taker nodded. "I've got to give you some credit. That was pretty funny to watch."

"It wouldn't have worked if you hadn't gone along with it. I'm glad you took the hint."

He smiled. "Something about the look you had. It just read mischief. So I figured what the hell? Why not go along with it? If whatever you were planning didn't work, then things could get ugly."

"She was pretty stupid too to argue with the guys. That look Randy gave her? I mean my God. He looked like he was going to smack her."

"Randy has his moments. But you're right. Arguing with someone like that isn't exactly the brightest thing to do."

"What would you have done if she hadn't given the wallet back?"

"Well if she hadn't, I would have called the police."

She nodded. "Well anyway, at least there was no harm done."

"Yea." He turned the truck left at a light, and they could see the police station up ahead. He pulled into its parking lot and they got out.

They walked into the station. It was pretty quiet. There were only two officers sitting at desks. Both were drinking coffee and looked like they were bored out of their minds.

"Excuse me?" Mark said.

Both men stood. "Can we help you?" one said.

Taker nodded. "She's supposed to talk to the sheriff," he answered, gesturing to Kat.

"Oh, you must be the girl whose purse got stolen."

"That's me," Kat said.

"If you'll go through that door right there, the sheriff's waiting."

"Thanks." Kat started toward the door.

"I've got to pick up something for Shawn down the street. I'll be back in a few minutes," Mark said to her.

She nodded and he turned and left.

She went into the office. The sheriff was sitting at his desk. He was a thin blonde man, with tired looking blue eyes. He looked like he hadn't shaved or slept in a couple of days.

"Hi there," he said standing from the desk and shaking her hand. "I'm Sheriff Townsend. You must be Miss Taylor."

"Yes. That's me. So I'm assuming you know why I'm here?"

"Yes I do. I'm going to need to ask you a few questions. I've been told you were driving through here, and you got a flat? Is that right?"

"Yes."

"You stopped by the side of the road, and a man pulled up alongside you?"

"That's right."

"He proceeded to hit you, reach into the car, grab your purse, and then drove off. Is all that correct?"

"Yes it is."

"Alright then Miss Taylor. Well I've got good news for you, and bad news."

"I'll take the bad news first, if you don't mind."

"Well the bad news is that we don't have any leads as to who this man might be. I will say though that you're the third person that this has happened to."

"Right. And the good news?"

"The good news is that we found your purse a few miles up the road."

"You're kidding?" she said smiling.

"No ma'am.' He reached behind the desk and pulled out her purse. "Your wallet's still in there. Unfortunately, the only thing left in your wallet is your license. He took all your cash and credit cards."

She took the purse from him. Everything in her purse was still intact. Her makeup, keys, flashlight, and other things were still there. She opened her wallet. Her license was the only thing in it. Everything else was gone. "Well I'm thankful just the same. I can put a freeze on my credit cards. I didn't have much cash in there anyway."

"Well I'm going to have you give me a description of the man. I know it was dark out, but any little detail can help."

"Of course. Well he was tall and thin and he had on dark clothes. His hair was straight and it was dark. He wasn't clean shaven either. Ummm what else?" She thought for a moment. "He was young. I'd guess early twenties."

"That's a pretty good description. Alright, how about what he was driving?"

"It was a black truck. It was a little banged up looking. I can't really give you too much on the truck though. It was pretty dark out."

"That's alright. What you said corroborates what the other two people told us about the man that robbed them. If we find anything else out I'll be sure to let you know. How can I contact you if I need to? Where are you staying in town?"

"I'm at the motel down the road. The Pine View, I think it's called."

"Alright then. If we get any new information I'll contact you there. Thank you for coming in."

"Thank you for finding my purse. I hope you catch whoever it is."

"I do too."

Kat left the office and went outside the station. Mark's truck was still parked in the lot, but he wasn't in it. He was probably still at the store. She decided to walk down the road to see.

The store was only a few doors down. She went in and started looking around. She found Taker in the medicine aisle. He was leaning down looking at different bottles of pills. She went behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Find what you were looking for?"

Taker jumped and turned around. "My God, I didn't even hear you come up behind me."

She smiled. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me. You startled me is all."

She smiled wryly. "Is that why you jumped outta your skin?"

He shook his head. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be behind me. Anyway, you're not exactly scary."

"No?" she asked smiling.

He snickered. "Not at all. Besides, what kind of Undertaker would I be if I was scared of someone not even half my size?"

She looked up at him. "We can't all be tall giants."

He laughed. "No, no we can't. So what did the sheriff say? I see you have a purse."

"Yea, they found my purse. Most of my stuff is still in it. The only things missing are my credit cards and the cash I had in my wallet."

"Do they have any lead on the guy that robbed you?"

"No, but he did say that I'm the third person this happened to. They're working on it I guess." She looked at the rows of medicine. "So did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yea. I found what Shawn wanted." The two started walking toward the front of the store. "Do you need anything?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Not that I can think of."

He paid for the medicine and they walked back to the truck. Taker started the truck. "Alright let's go see how Shawn is."

They drove back to the motel. He parked the truck, and they went to Shawn's room. Taker knocked, and they heard Shawn say it was alright to come in.

He was lying in bed, all covered up.

"How're you feeling Shawn?" Taker asked.

"Like hell," he answered, without turning over to look at them. "I hardly slept last night."

Kat walked around the bed to the side he was facing. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.

Shawn opened his eyes and looked at her. He sat up. He really did look sick. His eyes weren't clear. "Hun, if you can get me some water, I would be very thankful."

She nodded and went to get him some water. Shawn turned to Taker. "Did you get the medicine?"

Taker nodded and handed him the bag. Shawn opened it. "Where's the other one?" he asked.

Taker gave him a confused look. "There should be two bottles in the bag."

"There isn't."

"Hmm. It must have fallen out in the truck. I'll be back in a minute." He opened the door and went back out.

Kat came with a glass of water and handed it to Shawn. "There you go."

He took the glass and drank more than half of it in a single gulp. "Thank you hun. I needed that. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like hell."

Kat came closer and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "Do you have a fever?" she asked.

"Honestly? I can't tell. I feel hot; I feel cold. I don't know if I do or I don't," he answered shaking his head.

"Hmm." She leaned over him and gently kissed his forehead. "No, you don't. Your skin's cool," she said sitting back.

Shawn looked at her in surprise. "Interesting way to take someone's temperature."

"My grandma used to do that. She said it's the best way without a thermometer. When you use your hands, you can't really be sure. Like for me, my hands are always cold, so things usually feel warm to me all the time. Your lips are usually the best judge of when something is too hot or too cold," she said shrugging.

"So no fever?" he asked managing a half smile.

"No," she said smiling. "Although from what Mark told me and how you look right now, offhand I'd guess you have a little case of food poisoning."

"Food poisoning?" he asked groaning.

She nodded. "Your skin feels clammy, and you look sick. Mark said you were saying how your stomach was bothering you. So, I'm guessing food poisoning." She picked up the bag that Mark had left, and opened the bottle. She took out two of the pills and handed them to Shawn. "Take these."

He nodded and popped them in his mouth. He swallowed them with the rest of the glass of water. As he was taking the medicine, Taker came back in.

"I found the other bottle. It slipped under the seat." He noticed Kat sitting next to Shawn on the bed, along with the glass and the pills. "I see she's been playing nurse for you Shawn."

Shawn gave another half smile. "I need this one around whenever I get sick. She's a good nurse. She even took my temperature."

Taker raised an eyebrow. "Yea? With no thermometer? How'd she manage that?"

"With a kiss," Shawn answered.

"What?" Taker asked.

Kat shook her head with a smile. "Like I told Shawn, it's the easiest way to see if someone has a fever. A kiss to the forehead can usually tell you if someone is too hot or too cold."

"I see," Taker said.

"I'm glad it was her checking though," Shawn said with another smile. "She's a lot less scary than you Deadman."

Kat laughed. "Glad you think so."

Taker rolled his eyes. He handed Shawn the other bottle. "Why don't you take your medicine and get some rest?"

Kat took the bottle from Shawn and started to read the label. This one was a liquid. She looked around the room. There was a spoon on the table by the dresser. She refilled the glass of water, picked up the spoon and came back to Shawn on the bed.

"I've got a feeling this isn't going to taste very nice," Shawn said looking at her.

"Probably not," she answered, pouring out a spoonful. "Alright, open up."

She gave him the medicine and then handed him the water. He took a few sips then gave her back the glass. She put it on the nightstand. "Go to sleep," she said.

Shawn nodded. "You're an angel for helping me out," he said. "Thanks."

She smiled at him. "Get some rest. And you're very welcome."

Shawn sank back down into the pillows, and Kat and Mark left the room.

"That was nice of you," Mark said as they walked toward his room.

She shrugged. "He's sick. I was just helping out. Besides, the way he looks, he shouldn't be getting out of bed."

Taker nodded. "By the way, I forgot to tell you, the mechanic called about your car."

"Yea? What did he say?"

"He said that along with the flat, you've got some problem with your starter too."

"Fantastic," she said shaking her head.

"He said that since the car's a rental, the rental company will pay for the repairs. But, you're still going to have to wait a while for him to fix it. He doesn't have the kind of starter that he needs. He said he ordered it though."

"Well at least the company's paying for it."

"Yea. He said he'll have it done as soon as he can."

"But in the meantime I'm stuck."

"Pretty much."

"Hmm, I wanna go into the motel office for a second. I'll be right back."

Taker eyed her strangely but said nothing. He headed toward his room. Ten minutes later Kat came in.

"What was that about?" he asked her.

"I wanted to ask the clerk if there was anything around here to do. I don't like just sitting around."

"And he said?"

"He said there isn't much, but there's an orchard a little way beyond the motel. He said people go and pick peaches and apples and stuff. He said it's a nice place to go, and you can walk there. Do you wanna come with me?" she asked.

"Apple picking?" he asked.

"Yea. I mean it's better than sitting around going crazy right?"

Taker thought for a moment. There wasn't much else to do, and it was nice outside. "Eh why not? I'll see if any of the other guys are up for it too. If not, we'll go alone."

She smiled. "Yay."

Taker shook his head with a smile. "Let's go see if anyone else wants to come," he said heading toward the door. They went and knocked on Randy and John's door.

Randy opened it. "Hey Taker." He noticed Kat with him. "Where're you two heading off to?"

"We're taking a walk to the orchard not far from here. You and Cena up for a walk?"

"The orchard?" Randy asked. He gave Taker a quizzical look. "To pick fruit?"

"As she put it," he said gesturing to Kat, "it's better than sitting around going crazy."

"Good point," Randy said. "Let me get John."

He disappeared into the room, and a few minutes later they both came out.

"Should we see if the other guys want to come?" John asked.

"The more the merrier right?" Kat asked smiling.

Cena nodded with a smile. "Right."

They walked over to Ted and Cody's room. The two were glad for something to do and decided to come along for the walk.

"Alright," Randy said. "What are the odds the infamous Mr. Rated R wants to come?"

"I dunno Randy," John said. "I'm sure it would be a hell of a lot more fun if he came, but I don't know if he'd want to."

"Maybe we can talk him into it?" Kat asked.

"Maybe," John answered.

"Hmmm. Why don't you guys go grab a map from the desk clerk? I forgot to take it from him. I'll try and see if I can get Goldilocks to come."

Randy snickered. "I gotta remember to call him that."

Kat smiled. "I'll meet you guys by the motel office in a few minutes."

The guys went to the office, and Kat headed back toward Edge's room. She knocked on the door, and after a few seconds opened the door. He was laying in bed reading.

He looked up and on seeing her, he put his book down. "And what can I do for you?"

"Well, me and the guys are going to take a walk to the orchard that's not far from here. We wanted to see if you wanted to come."

"Me walking around picking fruit. Hmmm, I don't know."

"John said you probably wouldn't want to. I told him I'd ask you anyway."

"Did you now?"

"Yea. John also said it would be more fun if you came. I thought maybe I could persuade you," she said shrugging.

"Yea?" he said smiling. "Go ahead then. Persuade me."

"Umm can you please come?"

"I think you can do better than that."

"Umm ok. Can you please come? It'll be fun. It's better than sitting around doing nothing."

"That's true. I guess I'll come. But I do think you have a lot to learn in the area of persuasion," he added with a smirk.

She smiled mischievously. "You caved, so I didn't have to use any other method of persuasion."

He smirked again. "I'd like to see that."

"I'll bet," she said wryly. "Let's go Goldilocks."

The two left the room and headed to the motel office. The rest of the guys were waiting outside. Randy was holding the map.

"Well, look who's here," he said to Edge.

Edge shrugged. "What can I say? She persuaded me into coming," he said grinning.

"Alright, so the map shows a trail that goes to the orchard. It should be through those trees there," Randy said pointing. "Let's go."

The group started walking and headed through the trees toward the orchard.

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Author's Note: Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming =) I'll have the next chapter up by the end of the week.