Okay, so I know I haven't updated in WAY too long. There's really no excuse for that. I've been debating on whether or not to add a few other elements to this story and since I've finally made up my mind I could finally get something to post. It's going to go in a slightly different direction than what I had originally planned but I'm pretty sure it's going to be well worth it in the end. Hope you enjoy. This chapter isn't very long but there's a lot of info in it and a few more questions for you to wonder about as well. ;)

Chapter 11

Randy wasn't sure that any of them were really up for this but apparently they didn't have a choice. Wrestlemania was the biggest show of the year and even with the current situation there was no way any of them would be able to get out of it. Especially since he, John and Punk were all in some very heavily publicized matches. Hell, John was going up against Wade Barrett for the title again and there was no way in hell Vince was going to let him out of it, even with his little sister missing. It had been three days since he'd received the call from Phil that something had gone down at Callie's and he'd seen the situation himself as he pulled up to her house an hour later to see all of the cops cars. It was obvious to everyone that she hadn't destroyed the kitchen herself and later on the cops had found footprints outside in the bushes around the back door, but no fingerprints were found except for those of the people who were staying with her. The police had stuck around most of the night asking a million questions and, after getting few answers, asking a million more. It had been frustrating for all involved and more than once they had had to keep John from completely losing it and beating the hell out of someone. The last thing they needed was for him to start throwing punches at cops.

Eventually things had slightly settled down and, not being able to stay in the house over night, John, Jeff and Punk had all checked into a hotel not far from the stadium. The police were still considering Callie's housea crime scene and in case they had missed any clues had spent the past few days going over it with a fine toothed comb. Randy figured that was even harder on John than anyone. Not only was Callie missing but he couldn't even have anything of hers around him to at least get a sense that she was coming back. Randy had also given the police the note they'd found taped to his hotel room door that day. He was hoping that they might be able to get a fingerprint or something from it and had spent the past three days kicking himself in the ass for not making John tell someone about it sooner. He should have gone behind Cena's back and told anyway but he hadn't wanted to scare Callie anymore than necessary. That thought seemed futile now. How scared was she when she had disappeared from the house, probably kidnapped? Hell, how scared was she now?

Today marked the beginning of the three day Axxess event before Wrestlemania and everyone had their doubts that the guys involved would be able to perform to their usual standards. In fact, ever since that night, the general mood of everyone had taken a turn. It was more than just those that had been really close to Cal and John, just about everyone liked her and when the news hit the locker rooms the next day shock spread over everyone in the company. Unfortunately though, the show had to go on and Vince wasted no time in gathering up everything he could that Callie had been working on for the show and handing the job off to Andrew who had done a lot of the scenery for their shows before. He hadn't wanted to it but someone had to be there to make sure everything was set up, both on stage and for all of their promos behind the scenes. VInce had been thankful for Callie's tendency to be obsessive compulsive in her list and diagram making because she'd had everything set up in a notebook with maps of every scene filed away with lists of all props involved. All Andrew had to do was look at a diagram and set it up so hopefully he couldn't screw it up too bad.

Randy looked down at his phone once more before shaking his head and heading out of his hotel room. He had texted John almost an hour earlier and still hadn't gotten a response. It wasn't surprising but aggravating, none the less. As expected, John was taking the situation harder than anyone. He barely spoke anymore and really just seemed spaced out all of the time. Off in his own little world. He rarely texted anyone back and never picked up his phone anymore. Randy had gotten so worried about him that he'd called John's brothers but he wouldn't pick up the phone for them either. No one could blame him though. Punk had little sisters of his own and over the past year Callie had become one of them. In fact, it seemed most of the locker room thought of her that way so it was easy for them to not take John's silence personally. Heading towards the elevators Randy ran into Kofi coming out of his own room and managed a small smile as the smaller man spotted him.

"Hey, man, any word yet?"

Randy shook his head. "Not yet. Cops really haven't found anything yet and there's been no word from her."

Kofi's eyes, which had held some hope a minute ago, dimmed slightly. "Yeah, that's what they said when we called the station this morning. We were just hoping there was something they weren't telling us because we weren't family." He noticed the look of confusion on Randy's face and proceeded to explain. "Some of us have kind of been hounding the cops. We call everyday, hoping they've found a lead or something they're following up on but no luck. Thought maybe that John would have found something out by now and told you."

"No such luck." Randy shook his head slightly and decided to change the subject. "You ready for some meet and greets today? I hear we have record crowds at Axxess this year."

"Yeah, well, don't we every year? And yeah, I'm sorry to say it'll be a nice distraction at least." The two entered the elevator together and pushed the button for the lobby. "I mean, it feels mean to say I'd like to get my mind off this whole situation but..." Kofi's voice trailed off, not knowing exactly how to say it without seeming unsensitive.

"No, I know what you mean. I think getting out there with the fans and all will help some. I felt bad thinking it too, but it'll be nice to pretend everything is normal for a while."

When they exited the elevator into the lobby they didn't have time to finish their conversation because of the squeals and screams emanating from around them. Apparently some of the fans had managed to get reservations in their same hotel before it had been completely booked and decided to take advantage of the surprise of two of their favorite wrestlers showing up unexpectedly. Both men gave each other a knowing look and stepped out into the chaos.

...

All she could feel was cold. The floor was cold, the room was cold, the blood that was covering her was cold. She didn't think she would ever be warm again and that suited her just fine. The cold was numbing and as long as she didn't move, she couldn't feel any of the pain that had been wracking her body for the past...what was it? Hours? Days? Callie couldn't tell. She'd never worn a watch and, even if she had, Wade had taken all of her jewelry anyway. Wherever he was keeping her, there were no windows to see daylight either. Just that one dim bulb overhead. By the meager light she'd been able to see many flourescent lights mounted into the ceiling but none of them were turned on. If they even worked, she didn't know but they had looked to be in fairly good condition. Not that she was any expert. After all she had been through her eyesight wasn't what it used to be. Between all of the dried blood, swelling and bruises, she could barely see well enough to make out anything as far away as the ceiling. Soon after her first encounter with Barrett after she'd woken up here she'd looked around at her surroundings as far as her chain would let her. There were boxes stacked up against walls and sheets covering various items of equipment but none of it Callie recognized. There were a few things around that she hadn't looked into yet but they werent really high on her priority list anymore. Even if she found something that would give her a clue to where she was, she wouldn't be able to escape with her leg bound like it was.

And the torture hadn't stopped either. Wade was coming and going as he pleased, sometimes only to make sure she was still alive and hadn't escaped, sometimes to satisfy himself and, even more often, to take out all of his anger on her. That's what she was waiting for as she laid on the floor now. She had seen him earlier and, yet again, he had taken what he wanted and left. Callie hadn't even bothered to try to piece together what litle clothing she had and put it on. It just hadn't been worth wasting the energy. Her shirt was torn beyond recognition anyway.

Her vision was blurring in and out as she lay on her back, staring up into the light above and wished he'd just kill her already. She had lost almost all hope of ever getting out of here alive anyway and it would be a much welcomed end to all of this pain. Cal had long ago cried all of the tears that she could muster and now, just as her body was, her emotions were numb. She would never see John again. Or Jeff, or Punk, or Randy. She wouldn't hang around back in the locker room with the guys or wreak havoc in catering. Most of all she missed her little house. The one John had bought for her so long ago. It was over and deep down she had accepted that. There was still some small hope her brother or someone else would find her but she wasn't counting on it. No one had so far and she felt like she'd been there forever. Groaning a little, she slowly rolled over onto her side and allowed herself to slip, once again, into merciful unconsciousness.

...

It was amazing how many different types of people were huge fans on the WWE. The Axxess event was in full swing and it was, by far, the most diverse group of people you would ever see in one place together. Young, old, bikers, goths, preps, lawyers, doctors, burger flippers. Americans, Europeans, Asians, Indians. If America is the melting pot, then WWE events are the platter on which it is served. Usually Punk would be enjoying every minute of it but understandably, he was distracted. Through the past few days he had been trying like mad to be supportive of John and take care of some of the things that John hadn't been up to doing but it was starting to weigh on him. So many times he'd come close to breaking down himself and had had to sneak off to be alone and gather his thoughts. It was worse that he couldn't come out and say what had been on his mind this whole time. If anyone knew he'd probably get his ass kicked by more than just John. The secret had been weighing on him for a while but now, with Callie missing, he felt it even more and those words that had been left unsaid threatened to break him.