The guys and I decided to stop at a McDonalds considering every other restaurant that there was needed reservations at least four weeks in advance. We sat down in silence, starting to eat. I was thinking of places in New York City that I've been to that the guys may be interested in... I picked at my salad and ended up zoning out, my phone ringing to bring me back. I rolled my eyes at the caller ID.

"What do you want?" I spat "PLEASE tell me that you and the team didn't burn down the rest of the damned arena!" The guys watched me intently, hoping to catch on to some of the conversation. All that they knew was that it was a Nexus member.

"Hello to you too, JJ," David said coldly into the phone "I was trying to reach Wade about something, but he didn't pick up his phone. I guess I could tell you then." he sighed "It's Tarver. We found him unconscious in the locker room. He's in with the medical trainers now. We have no idea what happened to him. It didn't seem like an attack, the room looked perfectly fine."

I dropped my fork and sprung up, taking the phone call to an empty corner of the McDonalds. "Do you mean to tell me that, for no apperent reason, Michael just dropped unconscious in the locker room?" I hissed into my phone.

The guys came up behind me and Wade set a hand on my shoulder, arching his eyebrows. "Yes JJ," David continued "We came back from catering and we saw him sprawled out on the ground! No weapons were in sight and he seemed perfectly fine!"

I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. I sighed before answering. "We'll be over as soon as we get done here. I'll let the guys know. We'll see you all soon enough." I clicked my phone off before turning to the guys.

"Tarver dropped in the locker room," I said to them slowly. "I was just on the phone with David. He said that Michael went to the locker room. The rest of the group went in a few minutes later and Michael was on the ground, unconscious. They said it didn't look like an attack, Tarver looked perfectly fine. It didn't look like anyone odd was in the room either. Michael's in with the medics now and they have no idea who did it."

We all turned to Wade. He looked furious. "We're going back," he stated "To make sure Tarver is okay and make sure that nobody burns the bloody arena down before the show starts."

We followed Wade outside, I having to jog to keep up with them. Justin being the shortest one of the guys standing at 6'1 and Wade being the tallest at 6'7, they both tower over me; Justin nearly by a foot. The guys picked up the pace to keep up with Wade and soon enough, I was running. Damn, it's hard to run in heeled boots! I don't know how I did it earlier...

We reached the arena, Wade steaming mad. He flipped over chairs and shoved people and items alike out of our way. "Where's the medic room?" he shouted at a stage hand.

"I-it's down the hall and the s-second door on you-your right!" he stuttered. We took off in search of where the rest of our men were.

"Tarver needs to get back to health quickly," Wade said as we proceeded to run down the hall "We can't afford to be down too many members!" We took a hard right down the hall and saw the rest of our team sitting there, outside of the medics room. They looked up as we stood there, panting and trying to catch our breath from our run from Times Square.

"Glad you guys could make it," Otunga said cooly again "We've been waiting for you guys for like, a half hour!"

"Shut up David." I said in between breaths "We just had to run from Times Square back to here. Be... Be lucky that we're here now." David rolled his eyes. I swear at that moment, I was ready to slam him through the nearest table.

Wade strode into the medical examiners room with Heath, Justin and I following in his wake. There, we saw Michael sprawled out on one of the examiners tables. The doctor came in soon after we did with a clipboard and stack of papers in hand.

"Wade Barrett?" the man asked. Wade nodded. "Alright. I'm Doc Sampson. We've seemed to find some interesting things that I don't believe you knew about when we were running some tests on Mr. Tarver here. Follow me this way." he said, motioning for us to come with him. The guys and I shared a confused look before following Doc Sampson to a back room.

In here, I admit, I was a bit uncomfortable. I've always hated hospitals, and in here it was no different. I've always made sure to take special care of myself when I was in the ring. I think the only time I've ever had to be back here personally was just before I joined the Nexus and had taken a kendo stick to the face, resulting in a busted lip. It smelled like chemicals and sanitizer back here, resulting in me backing towards Justin a bit.

"As you can see here, we took a blood sample from young Mr. Tarver as he was still unconscious. We took it and put it through tests, making sure that there was no drugs on his system or anything wrong with his blood," he paused and we nodded, urging him to continue "Well, there's nothing wrong with his blood, but we found steroids and a trace of heroin in his system. However, these drug traces could have caused him to fall unconscious in your locker room."

I turned to face Wade, he looked furious... Again. Heath nudged him with his elbow. Wade shut his eyes and took a deep breath before replying to the doctor. "We understand. We'll take it upon ourselves to report this to Mr. McMahon and Tarver will be dealt with in the appropriate manner." The doctor nodded at this and left.

Wade pulled us in for a huddle. "Tonight, Tarver is out of the Nexus."

I gasped. "We're not going to do to him what we did to Daniel... Are we?" I asked, horrified. Wade nodded, his jaw clenched. I normally don't mind Nexus beatdowns, but to do it on one of our own members...

"Let's get out of here and let the team know," Justin suggested. Wade nodded and we made our way.

As we were leaving the office, we saw Michael sitting up on the cot. We turned to Wade. He signaled for us to leave the room while he speaks to Michael. We nodded and left.

"Well?" Darryn asked as I pulled the door shut behind me "What was wrong with him?" I kicked a vacated chair in rage. Justin held a finger to his lips, reminding me to be quiet.

Heath called everyone in for a huddle. "Tarver's been doing drugs." he said in a hushed voice. The guy's eyes widened at the thought of one of our own doing that. "Steroids and heroin were found in his system. Wade gave us a plan, but none of us can let Tarver in on it." At that, Wade slipped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

"The plan is," Wade said as he joined the huddle "After we drive the men of the Shield from the ring, we act like we normally would. Victorious. I'll call for a microphone and say that Tarver has been doing something or another that results in him being thrown from the Nexus."

"And beat him like we did with Bryan?" Skip asked.

"And beat him like we did with Bryan." Wade confirmed. "Tarver's cleared to compete and he'll join us soon enough. No talking about the plan. Got it?" Everyone nodded their heads, gripping onto Wade's every word. "Good. Now let's go and get ready for the show."

Ta da! Chapter three! I'm sorry that this is a short and dull chapter compared to the other two, but there's plenty of action coming up in the next chapters! Hopefully I'll have them all posted by the end of the day! Don't forget to review!

Xoxo,

Taylor