Chapter 4

Something had come up? It had to be something important or Detective Hill wouldn't have called. Chris grabbed his cordless and pressed the speed dial for Hill's private line.

After three rings the phone was answered. "Hill."

"Hi, this is Christopher Irvine."

"Mr Irvine, thank you so much for calling me back so quickly," Hill's voice had a hint of urgency in it.

"Not a problem. What cam up?" Chris was quite anxious, he needed to know what was going on.

"Yes, that. I was calling to ask you to come down to the station as we have Mr Cena in protective custody."

Chris felt his heart physically stop. He lowered the phone from his ear as shock engulfed his body. They had John. He was safe, they had John. John had been arrested and was in police custody, they had him.

"Mr Irvine?" Chris remembered the phone in his hand.

"Th-thank you. I'll be right there."

He was already out of the door before he'd hung up the phone.

Chris was immediately shown to Hill's office where he took a seat and waited for the detective. Within five minutes he was no longer alone.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," Hill gave an awkward smile as he shook Chris's hand. "I realize that we've gone for so long without anything and now we have Cena, it must be rather overwhelming for you." He smiled again.

"I'm fine. Can we just get on with this? Please?" Chris's voice shook, his eyes pleaded.

"Of course, follow me please," Hill moved towards the door, motioning for Chris to follow. The two men walked silently down a corridor, one followed, the other led the way. Suddenly Hill stopped and opened a door, entering a small unlit room. A man stood as the two walked in, Hill and he spoke in hushed tones as Chris stood watching the floor. He was too scared to look around.

"Mr Irvine?" Chris's head snapped up in response, his eyes locking with that of the detective's. "If you would please." Hill motioned towards a large pane of glass. Chris looked at it asnd saw what he was supposed to.



John sat on the other side of the glass, his hands were handcuffed together, resting on the table. John, like Chris, had lost his muscle and put on weight. John had also dyed his hair a vibrant shade of purple, it went perfectly with his tanned complexion. His eyes were red and puffy, he'd obviously been crying and he looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"H-how did you find him?" Chris wasn't fully aware of his own voice but he heard the question. He couldn't avert his eyes, he couldn't stop staring. He was mesmerised by John. He was filled with emotion, of contempt, hate, anger, passion, love and pain. He was torn between himself. He didn't know what to feel.

"A woman who owns a convenience store about ten blocks from you. One day this man walks into her store and she recognizes him but doesn't know where from. She goes home and sees a picture in her sons' room. Her son had been a mad fan of the WWE and TNA, but when the others were killed he was heartbroken. He explained to his mother what had happened, pointed out which one had survived and which one was the killer. The boy then ripped all his posters from his walls in a rage, except for a small picture that he keeps. Recognizing Mr Cena as the man from the store and recalling everything her son had told her, she called us. We staked out the store; next time he came in we followed him home, made sure that it was him. When we got a positive ID, we arrested him." Hill stopped then, a silence befalling the room. The explanation slowly sunk into Chris's head as he continued to stare at John.

"We searched his apartment too, of course. The walls were full of pictures of you, Emily Calloway, schedules and appearances that you were to make with TNA. There was even recent surveillance pictures of you, he was stalking you. He followed you every time you left your apartment. My guess is he was planning to finish what he started." The man finished his little psycho analysis.

Chris continued to stare at John, his eyes never wavering. He looked so beautiful. Even after all the things John had done to him, Chris could never stop loving the man, never ever. Slowly, Chris reached a hand to the glass, positioning his hand so it rested near to where John's face was.

"John," Chris breathed his name, his knees weakening. "I'd like to go now." Chris pulled his hand away from the glass and turned back to the detective who nodded and led him out.

As soon as Chris walked into his apartment he knew there was only one place he wanted to be. He slipped off his jeans and tee shirt and went to his room. He got into his bed and pulled the sheet over his head. He didn't care that it was mid-afternoon, he wanted to sleep. Images of John in the station, bleary eyed and alone. John holding him; their lips touching, their warmth mingling and all possible emotions shot through Chris's mind, filling his head. His head buzzed as he lapsed into his first John-dreamless sleep in two years.

Next chapter will be up in a couple of hours.

A little question to my reviewers: Would you like the Epilogue to be a part of Chapter five or should I have it as another chapter?

Angel
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