James hummed under his breath as he wrote down a list of names and addresses in the notebook in front of him. He had gotten Cooper to go online for him because he wasn't that great with technology and pull up a website that listed all the sex offenders in the area. The bloodlust that constantly lived inside of him needed to be fed and his boredom needed to be cured so he was going to find himself someone that deserved to die. And who better than sex offenders? The bastards shouldn't have even been allowed to live in the first place. Only sickos got off on raping women and even sicker assholes got off on poor little kiddies. The way he saw it, he was doing the world a favor while keeping himself happy as a pig in shit. So really, everyone won.

Once he was finished writing down all the stuff he needed, he stood back up and looked at Cooper, who was flipping through a magazine out of boredom. "You can have it back now," he informed him. "Unless you want to join me."

Cooper shook his head and reclaimed his chair in front of his computer. "Nah. I'll pass. Have fun though."

James nodded and left the room while going down his list once again, deciding to go after the very first name he had written down because that just seemed the easiest way of going about things to him. "Connor?" he called out, checking his room first and then going downstairs when he didn't find him. "Connor?" He followed the sounds of the television and ended up finding Jeff, Mark and Connor all sitting in the living room watching Predator together.

"Ssssshhhh!" Connor scolded as he looked back and gave James a nasty look. "I is watching monster movies!"

"Oh, okay," James said, nodding his head and giving Connor the most apologetic look that he could muster in order to appease him.

Jeff gave Connor an amused look before patting the spot next to him. "Come here James. Come watch with us."

James shook his head. "I'd love too but I uh…got some hunting to do." He saw the look that came into Jeff's eyes and he quickly shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm sticking to the new code. Only guilty victims for me."

"And who exactly is the guilty party on the menu for tonight?" Mark asked. His eyes were studying James very very carefully, trying to pick him apart and make sure he was being honest with the answer he was about to give.

James glanced at his list to make sure he got the name right before speaking. "Victor Henderson, child molester." He smirked at Mark as Jeff immediately nodded his approval. "That guilty enough for you Marky Mark?"

"I think he fits the requirements," Mark shot back dryly. "You taking the boys?"

James shook his head. "Cooper's too busy with his stupid computer and Connor is obviously occupied-"

"Yes I am," Connor stated, getting snotty because nobody was shutting up like he wanted them to. "So SHHHHHHH! Stupid infidels."

Mark rolled his eyes and went to say something nasty to Connor when Jeff whispered something in his ear that made him sigh and get up. "I'll go with you," he volunteered. "You can do the dirty work and I'll be there for the ride."

James raised his eyebrows at that. That had been the last thing he had expected to hear. Now normally he was all for Mark coming along and keeping him coming but he could feel that the offer wasn't entirely up on the level and he had a sneaking suspicion as to why that was. "What's the matter Jeffey? You don't trust me to stay away from the innocent people?"

Jeff immediately shook his head. "I do trust you. You just sounded like you wanted company…" He stopped and pouted when James only shook his head. "What? It's the truth!"

It wasn't and James knew it. Not the whole truth anyway. He could tell by just looking at Jeff and Mark that they weren't really sure about him staying away from temptation and only killing the guilty people. And maybe they were right to worry. Self control really wasn't something he was great at. He knew that. Hell anyone who knew him knew it. What if this Victor asshole wasn't home and he ran into a perfectly good potential victim on his way to the next person? It wasn't like he was changing because he wanted to change. He was changing to appease Jeff. That was it.

Mark shook his head and grabbed James by the arm. "Come on. Let's go and get this done with already."

James pouted as he allowed Mark to pull him along out of the house and out on to the driveway. "Oh geez, make me feel like I'm some gigantic chore or something," he said with a pout. "Thanks Marky, thanks a lot."

"Oh come on Lawson, don't get overdramatic on me." Mark dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys. "Shit. I forgot which one this goes to."

James smirked and pointed to the black SUV that was nearest to the door. "It's the keys to that one."

"How do you know?"

"My memory is better than yours. It's the benefit of not being a professional wrestler." James snatched the keys out of Mark's hand and then got into the driver's seat before they could be taken back away from him. "I told you were going to lose brain cells Marky but did you listen? Nooo you didn't."

Mark grunted and got into the passenger's seat. "Oh shut up and drive Lawson."

James smirked and went into full taunting mode because he knew it would annoy Mark. "Oh what's the matter Marky? Did I hurt your feelings?"

"No. But if you don't shut up I'll hurt something of yours and I guarantee you that it won't be your feelings."

"No you won't. You wouldn't be a good babysitter if you did."

"Lawson-""Marky, you're here to baby-sit me. I know this and I'm accepting this. Now let's just stop pretending that this is something that its not. I'm no idiot you know." As he was saying all this, he went to shift the car into reverse in order to back out of the driveway. What he didn't realize though was that he shifted too far and put the car into drive instead, so when he put his foot on the gas, he promptly crashed into Cooper's car, which was parked right in front of him.

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low chuckle. "You were saying?"

"That proved nothing!" James whined. "Nothing!"

"Yeah sure. Whatever you say Lawson."

…

Matt loved Adam more than life itself. That was a proven fact. He said it on more than one occasion and he felt like he had proven it by this point. That was why he usually went along with whatever Adam wanted to do, provided that it wasn't too idiotic or would result in someone getting hurt. That was why he found himself in this particular situation. He was currently standing in Walmart with his hands on Buffy's stroller (yes, Adam had absolutely insisted on having their fake baby having her own stroller), watching as Adam tried to decide which onesies he wanted to buy their temporary daughter. At first Matt honestly thought he was joking but as it turned out, he wasn't. He had turned this into a very serious operation and was taking this task so seriously that one would have thought it was a matter of life or death.

"Aw, this one's cute," Adam said as he held up a pink one with little ducks on it. "What do you think Matt?"

Matt nodded along because Adam liked it. If Adam liked something, it was usually just easier to say you liked it too to avoid an argument. "It looks good. I'm sure she'll like it." Immediately after saying that he reminded himself that she wasn't real. He had been having to do that more and more lately. Adam was so gung-ho about this entire thing that it had become contagious.

Adam grinned and put it in the cart before grabbing a striped one. "What about this?"

Matt immediately shook his head. "Stripes don't look good on anyone. It's just a giant no-no in the world of fashion." And oh my God I cannot believe I just said that. Adam you better pay me back big time for this.

Adam pursed his lips and studied the outfit a little more closely before nodding in agreement. "You're right. I couldn't do that to her." He put the outfit down and started searching through other ones. He was concentrating so hard that his tongue was sticking out from between his teeth and Matt had to fight very hard to not start laughing because it was so cute. It really did amaze him the way Adam was taking to this whole parenthood thing. He honestly hadn't expected all of this. He figured that Adam would quickly realize he was not ready for parenthood and then the issue would be dropped for a few more years. But Adam was rising to the occasion and proving that he did really want a baby and was ready for it. And sometimes, as he watched Adam fuss over her, Matt found himself not seeing Adam playing with a doll meant to simulate a baby, but he saw Adam playing with an actual baby. Their own daughter…she had no name but Matt could see her. He really could. And that kind of scared him just a little bit.

"Matt? You okay?"

"What?" Matt blinked and slowly realized he had completely spaced off into his own little world. "Oh. I'm fine."

Adam frowned and stepped closer to him. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah of course. I was just thinking."

"Oh yeah?" Adam grinned slightly and wrapped his arms around Matt's waist. "And what were you thinking about Mr. Hardy?"

Matt wasn't quite sure what to say at first. He didn't want to say his mind was changing about the whole not having their own baby thing just in case he was wrong and he really wasn't ready for it. The last thing he wanted to do was jump into something without being absolutely sure that it was what he wanted and he certainly didn't want to say one thing and end up disappointing Adam by realizing that he was wrong. "You," he finally replied, which wasn't really a lie. Adam had been on his mind after all.

Adam grinned at that. "Me?"

Matt nodded and nipped playfully at Adam's lips. "I was thinking about all the stuff I'm gonna do to you once we get home."

Adam's grin got even bigger. "Oh yeah?" He glanced around to see if anyone around them was watching before arching his hips forward and rubbing his groin against Matt's. "Think you could give me a preview of what that stuff will be?"

"I could," Matt said with a nod. "But…I won't." He smirked and stepped away so he could push Buffy's stroller away, leaving Adam a pouting and horny mess behind him. He knew he was going to get it later but it would be worth it and that was all that mattered to him.

…

Randy sighed and shifted around restlessly. He was chilling out in Jay's hotel room watching Man vs. Food with Captain Charisma, Mor and Phil. He couldn't really pay as much attention to it though as he normally did. His mind was on Cody, just like it had been since they had made-out in the closet. He couldn't get his mind off of him at all and eventually he just stopped trying. He kept replaying the whole thing in his mind over and over again, remembering the way Cody's lips tasted and wanting more. Fuck how he wanted more. It was enough to drive him absolutely insane.

"You know, I would so do this show," Phil said as he munched on some chips. It was practically impossible to watch this show without eating something. "I really would. When I retire from wrestling, I'm gonna kick this host out and do it myself."

Mor shook his head. "If you do this show you're either going to die from a heart attack because your cholesterol levels are going to be higher than Rob Van Dam or you're going to get horrendously fat."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Phil said with a shrug. He groaned as he looked at the giant pancake challenge that Adam Richmond was supposed to have to beat. "That lucky mother fucker! I'd KILL to have a pancake that big!"

Jay chuckled at that and then looked over at Randy, who was still in his own little world. "Yo. Earth to Orton. Are you with us at all buddy?"

Randy grunted and slapped Jay's hand away when it came up to wave in front of his face. "Don't. I'm fine."

Jay rolled his eyes. "That's great, but I didn't ask how you were. I asked you if you were here with us."

"Oh." Randy thought about saying something more but decided to return to absently staring at the television.

Mor raised his eyebrows and gently elbowed Phil's side. "What's his deal?" he asked, not being nearly as quiet as he thought he was being.

Phil smirked knowingly. He, Jay and Ted had been having secret discussions about what needed to be done about this whole Randy/Cody situation and had come to the conclusion that it was time to aggressively push the two of them. Or more specifically, it was time for them to really push Randy into Cody because he had to make the first real move. He had issues to overcome and couldn't be given a chance to reject Cody if he tried to push anything anywhere. "He's scared," he said with a nod. "That's his deal."

Mor raised his eyebrows in surprise while Jay and Randy both shot him warning glares for two very different reasons. Jay's said "Wait until I'm not right next to him you fucking moron" and Randy's simply said "shut the fuck up Brooks". "Scared?" Mor looked at Randy and then back at Phil. "Why would he-"

"Hey assholes, I'm right here," Randy reminded them. "If you want to say stuff about me, just say it to me."

"Wait, don't do it yet." Jay held up his hand to keep Phil silent until he got up and moved to the other side of the room. "Okay. Now you may commence."

Phil gave Jay a dirty look. "You were supposed to help!"

"I'll help from here," Jay assured him. "But if he has too bad of a reaction-"

"I could catch you even if you ran Reso," Randy reminded him. He had a feeling what the upcoming conversation was going to be about and he really didn't want to hear it. They weren't going to get it so he just would rather have them stay out of it. "Just keep that in mind."

Jay gulped nervously and shook his head. "Look Randy, we care about you. We're your friends and there's a lot of platonic love for you coming from us. And we know you're not really happy."

"You're Mister Grouchy Pants," Mor chimed in. "And it's not good for you. For face is going to get stuck in that perpetual frown and then what are you going to do?"

"I'd stay away from you so you wouldn't say that you told me so," Randy replied.

"But I LIKE saying I told you so!" Mor whined. "You can't deprive me of that. That's cruel and unusual punishment."

Phil snorted at Mor's overdramaticness before taking control of the conversation. "You know what would make you happy?"

"Brooks-"

"Asking Cody out. We all know you're thinking about him. We all know you really care about him. And we also all know you're not willing to go out of your own way to do something about it because you're stubborn."

"And?" Randy was trying to keep his voice as hard and cold as possible. So what if he had feelings for Cody? Acting on them was too big of a risk. Cody wanted a relationship; how was he supposed to provide that? Every time he had had a relationship it had ended in utter failure and after the disaster with Hunter…no, he couldn't go through that again.

Jay groaned because he saw the look in Randy's eyes and he knew what the younger man was thinking about. "You can't keep letting him win you know."

"I'm not-"

"You are," Phil cut in. "Hunter's a giant bag of douche. He fucked you over because he could. Cody actually cares about you and wants to be with you. And even Helen Kellar can see that you care about him back."

"Uh…she's dead," Mor said slowly.

"That's right! She's deaf, dumb, blind and dead and she can see it!" Phil exclaimed. "That's how bad you got it." He stood up and grabbed Randy so he could pull him to his feet as well. "And every day you deny yourself of what you truly want, you're letting Hunter win and forever submitting your balls to him."

Randy raised his eyebrows. He hadn't actually thought about it like that before. "I guess-"

"And those are YOUR balls!" Phil stated, getting so into this whole pep talk thing that he didn't even notice that Randy already seemed to be cracking. "Your balls I tell you." He reached out and grabbed Randy's crotch. "See?"

"WHOA!" Randy exclaimed, jumping in shock. "Personal bubble Brooks! Personal bubble!"

"Those are your balls Randal," Phil said, not even noticing how Mor was staring at him with a dropped jaw and Jay was howling with laughter. "And you keep handing them over to Hunter like a little bitch."

"Brooks I swear-"

"Stop it. You just stop it right now. You understand me?"

"Yes," Randy said, giving in because he realized Phil was not going to stop until he said what he wanted to hear.

"You take your balls and you keep them. You keep them and you fucking stab Hunter in the eye if he tries to take them from you again. You got it?"

"Yes!"

"Good boy." Phil let Randy go and happily plopped down in his chair. "I knew you would see things my way."

Randy shook his head as Jay continued to roll around the floor laughing his ass off. "Your version of pep talking is fucking weird dude. I hope you know that."

"But I think I got my point across," Phil replied. He reached back over and slapped Randy's ass. "Now go get your man tiger. He's waiting for you."