As they got read their rights and put into the backs of separate squad cars people gathered and flashes of light from cameras went off.

"Fuck!" Paul growled realizing what he had assumed were curious onlookers were the media.

He ducked his head and took deep breaths. He knew there was going to be hell to pay later. Vince was going to have an aneurysm but Kayla would make him look like a little kid when she heard about it. Good going asshole, ruin your chances, well what little ones you had he thought to himself. After a few long minutes the young officer got in the front and drove off. Paul sighed knowing he'd be out within the next couple hours but the media was going to have a field day with this, he was going to be fined up the ass, probably put on probation, loose his best friend, and Kayla.

Shawn was doing his best to keep his face out of view but knew it was no use he was so screwed it wasn't even funny Vince and Kayla were going to be pissed. He didn't understand how the media had gotten wind of it so fast but then again he really didn't care. All he would have to do was give a statement, post bail and find a ride, then pay some more money after Vince fined his sorry ass, walk on eggshells and be minus one friend. Not to mention Kayla, he'd get his ass handed to him verbally from his daughter. He smirked thinking about how much like him she was.

Finally the officer maneuvered himself and his gut into the drivers seat and speed off. When he arrived at the station he got a mug shot then thrown in a cell. He sat on the small cot and cradled his head. He got up and turned the water on and let it run. When it got as hot as it would, piss warm, he wet a paper towel and gently dabbed at his nose and lip. He was calling Paul every vile name he could think of as the dried blood clung stubbornly to his lip.

"Ah come on Shawn my ribs are busted and I'm not making as much noise as you are." Paul said from the other side of the bars that separated them.

"You fucking deserve every broken bone I gave you." Shawn spat.

"I didn't deserve it the first time but you've always been the act first question later type." Paul said standing up, wincing in pain.

"Well, some would have thought you would have learned to stay away, I guess not." Shawn said through gritted teeth.

"And you wanted me to be honest with you, understand why I haven't said anything, now dumbass." Paul said.

Shawn turned towards him. He had dried blood all down his face and shirt, and he was cradling his ribs.

"Well, what did you expect? You're a few years younger than me, basically her Uncle and you want an open armed welcome?" Shawn said.

"No I didn't want cracked ribs and a gash across my fucking forehead." Paul said.

"You think I wanted this, I wanted to be in love with a girl half my age who just happens to be my best friend's daughter, who should be more like a niece or daughter to me, than love intrest?" Paul said bitterly.

"Well go fuck some ring rats, you've just been in a rut recently, it'll pass." Shawn said desperately.

Paul laughed.

"Yeah like I don't want to do that but unfortunately it doesn't work out for me." Paul said.

"Make it." Shawn urged.

"Sorry." Was all Paul said, as he wet a paper towel and wiped his face off not even wincing when he scrubbed the blood from his cut.

Shawn sighed wearily.

"She's happy with Shane." He said a few minutes later.

"Not as much as everyone thinks otherwise she would have laughed in my face and walked away instead of running to Mark's." Paul said.

"Well I would run to Mark to if your ugly ass told me you loved me." Steve said as the deputy unlocked the door to Paul's cell.

Shawn sighed; he hadn't even gotten to make his phone call yet.

"I'm bailing that one out too." Steve said.

"Don't worry I can handle them." He assured the officer.

The young officer opened Shawn's cell and both men posted bail and declined pressing charges.

"So I happened to go by Paul's room and both of your phones are there, you have missed calls from Vince." Steve said cheerily as both men groaned.
"How many missed calls?" Paul asked.

"I'm not a nosy man." Steve said enjoying his little game.

"Tell us how many times the boss called dipshit." Shawn insisted.

"Over ten times…each." He said laughing.

"Hmm I guess this wouldn't be a good time to ask for a few days off." Paul said groaning.

"Probably not." Shawn agreed.

Kayla slowly drifted awake. She sighed and stretched and looked around. The boys weren't draped over the bed as they usually were in the morning, no yelling or sounds of running, all she heard was the birds chirping as the sunlight danced on the walls. She threw the covers off and got up. She padded down into the kitchen and looked around, it was immaculate as usual but there was a note on the fridge.

Kayla

Hope you slept well little one, don't worry, I have everything under control. I left some breakfast for you in the stove; it's your favorite. Both the devil's spawn … I mean boys are with me. I was kidding stay there and relax.

Love Uncle Mark and the boys.

She smiled to herself knowing the boys were having a blast and grabbed her breakfast and brought it to the island and began eating. As soon as she was finished she washed the dishes and then ran upstairs to take a shower and get ready. After she had dressed she wandered out on the porch. She was sitting there relaxed when her phone went off. "Hello?" she asked.

"Kayla, where is your father and his moronic friend, I swear they are fired!" Vince yelled.

"What? What's going on?" She asked.

"Your father and Paul got in a fight last night and the media is going crazy. I've heard tell of broken noses to broken necks. They won't return my calls and after this stunt they're fired. I can't lose my two top guys; maybe I can make this work for me. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Oh by the way, what's going on with you and Paul?" He asked seemingly never taking a breath.

"My father and Paul got in a fight and broke each others noses and back, I'll call them." She reassured him.

"You didn't answer my other question." He said pointedly.

"Nothing!" She said quickly.

"Liar, there was a very heated discussion about him loving you for about four years, I say longer but that's just me." He said.

"What…" she asked.

"I know everything that goes on, and it helped that I was in the room next to you two. Now call your father and Paul." He said and hung up.

Kayla's head was spinning and she quickly dialed her father's number. He picked up after the second ring.

"Hey sweetie, are you enjoying your time at Mark's?" he said pleasantly.

"What were you thinking, or were you even thinking? I can't believe you, are you okay, you didn't hurt him did you, Daddy?" she said.

"So you heard about that huh? Umm I'm fine busted lip, bloody nose, black eye, nothing major." He said.

"What about Paul, is he okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Um a scratch above his eyes and bruised ribs." He mumbled.

"Daddy! A scratch and bruise, you busted him open and broke his ribs again. I can't believe you, how could you do that to him?" she demanded.

"Are you happy, baby girl?" he asked.

"Don't try and change the subject." She said.

"No are you happy, no regrets, no doubts, truly happy?" He asked.

"Dad…" she said.

"Obviously not." He said.

"I am too." She said defiantly.

"If you were you wouldn't have hesitated, nor would you be so worried about him that you don't even care that I have a broken nose, quite possible dislocated jaw, and black eye." He said.

"You only have at the worst a broken nose, other wise its school yard injuries. You really could have hurt him." She said.

"Yeah, definitely not you didn't even try to argue." He said sadly.

"Shane loves me Daddy." She said.

"But you don't love him in the way that counts. Don't do this to yourself or him." He said.

"I can't hurt him like that." She protested.

"You can't lead him on anymore." He said.

"I'm not." She pouted.

"I have to go, Vince is calling…again." He said.

She hung up and started at her phone.

"I'm not leading him on, I… I love him." She said aloud to herself.

You're just not in love with him. She thought.

"Why not?" She asked herself.

She dialed the all to familiar number and waited three rings and he answered.

"Shane McMahon speaking." He said.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Kayla, is that you?" He asked.

"Yes, it's me." She said.

"How are you, where were you last night, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I am at Mark's house. Shane are you in love with me?" she asked.

"What, I love you, you know that." He said.

"No are you in love with me." She asked.

"Why all the questions, what's going on Kayla?" He asked.

"Yes or no, 100 sure you are in love with me." She said.

"No I'm not sure, I know I love you, though." He said.

"I love you too, Shane." She said.

"Look I don't want to push you into anything, and I'll admit I have been lately." He said hesitantly.

"It's not that, it's just I don't know this is all so hard and confusing. One minute you were like my best friend brother type and the next you're in love with me." She said.

"It wasn't like that but it just kind of happened, it's not how I love Stephanie though, that's for damn sure." He said.

She closed her eyes against the tears.

"Don't cry…" he whispered.

"I'm not." She mumbled.

"Is there someone else?" He asked.

She couldn't respond to him, she couldn't hurt him like that.

"There is, isn't there?" He asked.

"Are you back with Josh?" He asked.

"No, I haven't seen him since the boys' birthday." She said.

"Maybe we should take it easy for awhile." She whispered.

"Okay, look I have to go to a meeting, I'll call you later, is that okay?" he asked.

"Yes." She said.

"Bye." He said and hung up.

She pushed the end button, and then dialed another number.

"Hello." He answered.

"I can't believe you and my dad got arrested, do you have any idea how upset Vince is right now?" She asked.

"So you heard about that huh?" he said regretfully.

"Yeah, Vince called me and I called my dad to yell at him." She said.

"I'm guessing it's my turn now, huh?" He said.

"Your damn right it is." She said.

"I'm sorry…" he offered.

"Doesn't even come close to working, are you okay?" She said angrily.

"Um I have a small scratch above my eye and some bruised ribs." He said.

"How did the fight start?" she asked suspiciously.

"I told him I felt about you." He answered truthfully.

"Tell me you're joking." She said.

"No, I'm not, he would have found out eventually." He said.

"How I never said I wanted to be with you?" she said.

"I know but still it's not something I will just get over, I love you." He said.

"I know you do." She sighed.

"I'm not sorry for it Kayla." He said.

"I don't expect you to be, I'm just surprised you're still alive, or not hospitalized." She said truthfully.

"Give me some credit sweetheart, I am in the same profession as you dad, I can hold my own." He said.

"It's not just my dad you need to worry about, Paul." She said.

"I don't want to talk about it." He said, sighing.

"I do, we need to talk about it." She said.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Why does it matter?" she asked.

"You want to talk about it, I want to see you." He said simply.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She whispered.

"I don't think talking about it is a good idea either, why don't you want to see me?" he said.

"I'm at Mark's." She said.

"I'll see you in half hour, be waiting." He said.

"Bye." She said and hung up.

Paul whistled as he got dressed and grabbed his keys.

Kayla was pacing nervously.

"Any reason you're ruining my carpet?" Mark asked curiously.

"Paul's coming over." She said flopping onto the couch next to him.

"Really, what for?" He asked.

"To talk about… stuff." She said.

"Hmmm." He said.

"Where are the boys?" She asked. "Bugging Jake, he's takes care of the place while I'm gone." Mark said.

Kayla nodded.

She laid her head on his massive shoulder.

"You love him don't you?" Mark asked.

"I honestly don't know, I have feelings for him but then there is Shane." She said. "You'll figure it out, little girl." He said.

"I hope your right." She said.

"You're all prettied up." He pointed out.

She scowled at him.

"Incase he gets a wild hair up his ass and we're not just sitting here." She said looking at herself.

"Is it too much?" she asked nervously.

"You look fine." He said regretting bring up the subject.

"I should go change." She said jumping up.

Mark seen Paul pull up.

"Too late, he's here." Mark said.

She looked pointedly at him.

"I'll umm go check on the boys." He said getting up and leaving.

Paul knocked and she let out a deep breath and went to answer it.

"Hey." She said, opening the door.

"Hey." He said.

"Ready?" He asked.

She took a deep breath then nodded.

"Alright, lets go." He said and held the door open for her.