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One Month After the 1st Letter.............................
"Yeah....okay. Thanks, bye."
John hung up the phone and sighed as he looked out over their balcony. It had been such a good morning and now it was going to go downhill. Stepping back into their hotel room, he looked over to where his wife was trying to lay Abby down for a nap.
"Don't bother." he said. "We don't have time."
Sienna looked over at her husband. "What? Why not?"
"Because Vince wants to talk to us." John said sliding his coat on. "We'll have to drop Abby off at your dad's room on the way."
"Did he say why?" Sienna asked as she lifted Abby into her arms.
"Yeah." John said as he grabbed his wife's and daughter's coats off the back of the chair.
After putting Abby's coat on, John took his daughter so that Sienna could button up as well. As she did so, she looked at John expectantly.
"Well?" She asked.
John hesitated a moment, then looked at her.
"There's another letter."
Thirty minutes later, Sienna and John sat in Vince's suite. Sienna stared at the newest letter as it began to shake in her fingers. She would have been happy had there never been another letter from whoever this crazy person was. She didn't want the letter to be true, but it was. And worst of all, she and John weren't the only ones mentioned in the letter. Hoping her eyes had played some cruel joke on her, Sienna let her eyes travel the contents of the letter one more time.
'I saw your daughter a few weeks ago, Rage. Would be a shame if something bad to happen to such a cute thing. Would be a shame if something happened to her Daddy.'
Shaking, Sienna looked at her pacing husband, then over to Vince. "What....what do we do, Uncle Vince?"
"We re-opened the case." Vince said. "Until they find something, we hire more security."
"That's not good enough, Vince!" John shouted, jumping to his feet. "That's MY DAUGHTER......."
John's words were abruptly cut off as he met Sienna's gaze. The look in John's eyes was enough to bring tears to Sienna's. John Cena had never backed down from a fight. But this fight was new and unfamiliar. Some unknown and untraceable person was making threats against everything he held dear. He wanted to stop that from happening, he just didn't know how.
Vince stood and drew the two kids in front of him.
"Look, " he said. "Maybe it's time to think about taking a little time off work, John."
John looked up at him, ready to battle that idea.
"Not permanently." Vince reassured him. "Just until things settle down. You could go home, visit your mom...play with your daughter. Just until we figure everything out."
John looked over at Sienna. "What do you think?"
Sienna looked over at the love of her life. "I think...I think you should."
When John's mouth opened to protest, Sienna's hand reached out, gently taking his into her own. Keeping her eyes on his, she tried to get him to see it from her side.
"If the roles were reversed, you'd want me at home where I'd be safe." Sienna told him. "I need to know that you and Abby are okay."
John looked at her, knowing in hsi heart that she was right. With a single nod, he succumbed to their wishes. "Alright..... vacation it is."
Present Day......
Ziva looked over at Sienna as she finished.
"Is your daughter on film a lot...because of your statue in society?" Ziva asked.
Sienna's brow knit in confusion. "Statue....wait, you mean status?"
Ziva sighed. "Yes, I apologize. It's the language. It still trips me up."
Sienna chuckled. "No worries. Hell, half the people born and raised in America get tripped up by the language. Seems like new versions are being sent out by email every day."
Ziva laughed. "I agree and please...call me Ziva."
"Sienna." Sienna said. "And in answer to your question...no. My husband and I go to extreme lengths to keep our daughter out of the spot light."
"And what about the pepperoni, Sienna?" Ziva asked. "They're sneaky little bastards sometimes, yes?"
Sienna couldn't help but laugh at Ziva's comment. "Pepperoni is what people put on pizza, Ziva. The word you want is paparazzi. And yes....they are sneaky little bastards, so it's possible they might have gotten a photo of her."
"And where is she now?" Ziva asked.
"With her grandmother." Sienna said. "Along with her grandfather and four very large and intimidating uncles."
Ziva grew quiet, thinking, and then looked back over to Sienna. "How long did your husband stay out of work?"
"Two weeks." Sienna responded. "However it was later switched to six when he hurt his foot."
"How'd he do that, Mrs. Cena?" Ziva asked.
"It got accidentally ran over." Sienna replied, pausing to look over at her. "By my car."
"How do you accidentally run over your husband's foot?" Ziva asked.
Sienna sighed. "He was teaching me to drive a stupid ass stick shift. He started yelling when I kept stalling the car and so I told him to get out. When his door shut, I didn't realize that his foot was near the tire. I rolled forward right onto my husband's size thirteen, flip flopped foot."
A small burble of laughter escaped Ziva's lips at Sienna's announcement. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, her eyes wide. Sienna looked over at her and within seconds, the two were laughing about men putting their foot in places they shouldn't.
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