co-written by RatedrKjErIcHo.

John got up the next morning and headed to a local coffee shop. He double checked the addresses he had for Trish Stratus the nurse on the case and Shawn Michaels the doctor who had attended Joey the night he died. Once he had his coffee, he headed to the address for Shawn Michaels. He drove to the address and got out. He walked up to the house and rang the doorbell.

"Can I help you?" A blond older gentleman said when he came to the door.

"I'm looking for Dr. Shawn Michaels."

"That's me. Can I help you?"

"I wanted to ask you some questions about a case you worked on in 1983."

"Come in please." Shawn said stepping aside and letting him. They walked into the living room and sat down. "What case were you wanting to know about?"

"Joey Lauranitits."

Shawn sighed. He remembered the case so well. He felt horrible that he couldn't do more for the little boy. But by the time he was brought to the hospital, it was too late. The parents had waited too long bring him in.

"That one still haunts me every day. I wanted to do more for him. His little blue eyes stared at me, silently begging me for help. But there was nothing we could do but hold his hand and make him as comfortable as possible."

"How was there nothing you could do?" John asked him.

"The parents waited too long to bring him in. He apparently had the fall early that morning. They didn't bring him in the hospital until late afternoon. By then the bowel had ruptured and the peritonitis had set in. It was too late for surgery to repair it. All we could do was give him pain medication."

"Would he have lived if they had gotten him there right after the fall?"

"Yes. I believe he would have." Shawn replied. "Why do you want to know, Mr.…?"

"Cena. John Cena." He replied. "Joey was my brother. He was adopted when he was born and I never saw him or met him. My mom made me promise on her death bed that I would find him. So, I'm trying to figure things out."

"I'm very sorry for your loss. Especially since you just found out." He stood up. "Mr. Cena, I strongly believe if your brother had gotten medical treatment immediately, he would be alive."

"Did you suspect he was being abused?"

"I can't really say. It crossed my mind when he was brought in but I can't say anything for certain."

"Thank you, Dr. Michaels."

"No problem. I hope you find the answers you're looking for."

He walked John to the door before John stopped. "One more question, Dr. Michaels."

"Yes?"

"If you suspected abuse, why didn't you tell the police?"

"We reported our suspicion to the police. They investigated but the medical examiner say it was an accident. And the police stopped the investigation."

"Thank you." John walked out and to his car. He sat there for a moment before he looked at the address for the nurse's address. He had to figure out what happened and he honestly didn't know if he'd be able to do it alone. He drove to the nurse's house and knocked on the door.

"Can I help you?" Trish said when she opened the door.

"I wanted to ask you some questions about Joey Lauranitits. He was a patient years ago."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember anyone by that name. I'm sorry." She said shutting the door before he could ask anything more.

He sighed and walked back to his car. He got in and sat there for a minute. He had to know what happened and the police told him that the case was closed. He remembered Leah's friend. He picked up his cell and dialed Leah's number.

"Hey, John what's up?" Leah said when she answered.

"I was hoping you would give me your friend's number."

"Sure. It's 235-9875. Her name is Amanda."

"Thanks Leah." He said hanging up. He quickly dialed the number.

Amanda was in the process of an autopsy when her Iphone started ringing. She took off her gloves and walked over. "Amanda Rollins."

"Yes, my name is John Cena. Leah Copeland told me to call you about my brother's case."

"The Lauranitits case?" Amanda asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, What can I do for you?"

"Can we meet? I don't want to go over things on the phone."

"Sure. Why don't you come to my office? I assume you know where it is?"

"Yes. I will be right there."

"Alright." Amanda said before hanging up. She sighed and went back to the autopsy. She wanted to finish before John showed up. An hour later, she was washed up and sitting in her office waiting for John. She looked up as there was a knock on the door.

"Yes. Mr. Cena?" She said when he walked in. He was incredibly handsome.

"Yes, John, please." He said walking in. He sat down across from her.

"So, what can I help you with?" She asked.

"Well, I 'm investigating my brother's death. And it's very suspicious."

"I pulled the medical examiner's file on it last night and read over it." She replied as she pulled out the file.

"Can I see it?" He asked.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." She said softly. "You're his brother and the photos could be hard for you to see."

"I need to see them. I have to."

"Alright." She said taking the photos out of the folder. "I warn you. They are hard to look at." She handed the photos to him.

John took them and began to look through them. He held his breath as he did. He couldn't believe what he saw. The bruises were horrible and all over his little body.

He closed his eyes. " I know it's hard to look at."

"Why would someone do this?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "What did you find out?"

He placed the photos on her desk. "I talked to the doctor who took care of Joey in the ER. He said the parents waited too long to bring him in after the fall and there was nothing he could do."

"Why would they wait?"

"I don't know." He sighed. "Dr. Michaels said that the fall happened in the morning but the parents didn't bring him in until the afternoon. By then the bowel had ruptured."

"Mmmm." Amanda said as she looked over things. "Well the death certificate said undetermined cause of death."

"What does that mean?"

"That's something the medical examiner or doctor puts as a temporary cause until they can determined a real cause. With it still being undetermined on the certificate all these years later is unusual."

"So what do we do now?"

"We exhume the body and look at it again. A fresh set of eyes and the marvels of modern science should help us determine exactly how he died." She replied. "But there is a problem."

"What?"

"You have to have the Lauranitits' permission to exhume the body and if they caused his death, they might not let you."

"Why do I need their permission? I'm his brother."

"But they were and still are his legal parents."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She picked up the report that the original medical examiner had done. "I don't know. Let me try to contact the original medical examiner while you talk to the Lauranitits."

"Maybe I can ask Leah. She's an attorney."

"That's a good idea." She replied. "I will call the medical examiner and you talk to Leah. Then maybe we can meet up tonight to discuss things. You can come over to my place and I'll cook dinner. If you want."

"Sure. That sounds good." He nodded.

"Great." She got out her card. "This is my card and it has my address. Say about seven?"

"Okay. See you then." He got up and headed out. He called Leah and she said for him to come and see her.

He hoped they could find things out. He had to know what happened to his brother. He had too.

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