I know some readers were waiting to read about MiraBeth and Randy meeting with the family. I felt that would simply be rehashing the same events that have already been described in previous chapters, so this chapter takes begins right after that meeting occurs. You can imagine that it was quite emotional and tolling on all involved. Rather than trigger more memories, let's see how the trio cope with the emotions that are swirling in their minds.

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The quiet trio stepped outside the doors of the police station. MiraBeth reached for Randy's elbow firmly but quietly. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" he returned.

She gave him a wry grin. "Just checking on you before I go for a run. Then I'll be better; or at least ready for tonight." He looked down at her feet and realized that she was prepared. She had on her good running shoes and workout pants. Behind her, Roman was also wearing clothed suitable for running.

"It looks like all three of us are ready to go. If it will help, let's try it." Randy tried to smirk. "Are you sure you can keep up?"

It was MiraBeth's turn to reply, "Are you?" She took off her windbreaker and gave it to the SUV driver Mr. McMahon had sent to collect them. "We'll be back at the arena in time." she promised. "Unless one of these two can't keep up. Then they'll call for a ride." She stepped away and began her pre-run stretching routine.

A few minutes later the doors of the precinct opened again. The deceased young man's brother stepped outside and took a deep shaky breath before looking around. Catching sight of the trio, he shook his head and apologized. "I thought you had left. Sorry."

"We were just getting ready. No need to apologize." MiraBeth stepped forward and extended her hand. "We are so very sorry for your loss."

He pushed her hand aside and wrapped her in a hug. "My family cannot thank you enough. I can't imagine what you all are going through and then we show up and start asking questions…" Randy clamped his hand on the other man's shoulder, stopping the man from speaking.

He looked the man directly in the face and didn't falter. "You mourn for your brother and the way you remember him in life. Honor his memory. Live your life to the fullest and don't waste time making stupid mistakes like the other waste of space did. Make his memory and your parents proud." He gave a gentle shake and made a circle with the index finger of his other hand. "We won't forget your brother either. We will remember him the way we saw him, fighting valiantly and holding on because he loved you all so much. We remember him as a young, strong, family man. Yes, our memories are tough to deal with but we were there so he wouldn't be alone and his friends wouldn't be alone. We were there to deliver a message to you. And we were there for each other. We still are."

Roman put his hand on Randy's shoulder and MiraBeth's waist. "We have each other to hold on to. Make sure your family holds on to each other. Know the stages of grief, recognize them, and work through them together. Don't let this rip you apart."

The man looked at the trio. "You sound like you've been through this before." Roman pulled MiraBeth close. "I hope this is the last time. I hope you never lose anyone ever again." He squeezed MiraBeth's hands before heading back inside the precinct doors.

"Let's run." MiraBeth said quietly. "I need to run." The men let her set the pace, taking position in tandem behind her. Both were ready for a leisurely jog through the city, like a typical woman would 'run', forgetting that MiraBeth was anything but typical. The first block was something like a fast walk. The second block was a jog. By block three MiraBeth was running and when she reached the three-quarters of a mile mark, she was at an all-out sprint. Roman and Randy didn't struggle to keep up but they didn't expect this type of work-out either. MiraBeth led them around the outskirts of the city keeping her pace steady the entire time. The men were pleasantly surprised to see the arena appear in the distance. Finally Mirabeth seemed to slow her pace as she approached the empty outer parking lot. What could only be described as a sh*t-eating grin bloomed on her face as she fell in line with them and held up three fingers. Two fingers. One finger. Then she took off. Where did she find the energy? The speed? Randy and Roman realized that they could NOT let her beat them to the arena and raced after her.

Dean, Dolph, Cesaro, John Cena, and Seth were climbing out of their cars at the SuperStar entrance to the arena when they heard laughter and swearing coming from the parking lot. Looking up, they saw three hot and sweating forms barreling towards them. They all stood back and watched as the neck-and-neck race obviously drew to a close. Roman thundered to a stop at Dean's car, collapsing against the side and flinging sweat across the hood and roof as he made contact. MiraBeth and Randy raced on, pushing and straight-arming each other as they headed for the door. The amazed crowd watched as the runners smacked into the building simultaneously.

Dean was checking on Roman, who had dropped to the pavement and was trying to sit back up. Seth caught MiraBeth before she fell backwards and began to walk her in circles. Cena was doing the same thing with Randy while asking, "What the h*ll were you three doing?!"

"We… ran… from… po… po… po… le… polea… police…" Randy panted.

"You were running from the police?!" Seth exclaimed.

"Oh, sh*t… Not… again…" Mirabeth panted. The group of wrestlers laughed, knowing that Seth was one of the guys in the back who believed any far-fetched rumor and spread those same rumors far and wide.

"Hold on, Seth. Don't start the Deodorant Fiasco all over again. Foam and aluminum are NOT poisonous!" Antonio Cesaro teased. "I'm not carrying everyone's shampoo and deodorant through customs again. The looks I got at every TSA checkpoint… No thank you."

MiraBeth chuckled as Randy finally panted out. "From… police… STATION… idiot."

"I'm not an idiot." Seth sulked. "You said you were running from the police. You didn't say station. And how do you run away from a station anyway? A station doesn't move." MiraBeth reached up to smack Seth on the back of the head. "OUCH! What was that for?"

"Just… being… you." she said with a smile.

Dolph asked the question burning in the other men's minds. "Okay, why did you run from the police station to the arena? You couldn't split a cab fare between you?"

Roman shook his head as Dean finally had him on his feet. "We needed to run out some, um, energy. Emotions. Bond a little. Yeah. That's what we'll go with." Randy and MiraBeth nodded. "We were bonding."

Mr. McMahon walked up to the group and looked around. "Your bonding sure made three of you sweaty. Make sure you shower before the mandatory meeting." He looked at MiraBeth and couldn't help but smile. "Did you win?"

Dean, Dolph, Cesaro, Cena, Seth, and Roman all admitted "Tied."

Randy said, "Wasn't even close, sir."

MiraBeth just looked at Vince and laughed.