Broken Handcuffs [III]

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"Things are getting really hectic with rumors sparking that Leah's missing. Well what do you think I've been doing?! I have men all over the place looking— well what— no I won't do that! I've done enough already! I shouldn't even be looking for her because she's your fucking problem! You did this and now it's an entire shitstorm, like I said it was gonna be! I gotta go, we'll talk later."

Fergal was red after hearing the conversation.

He'd been on the lookout for a few months, doing a little investigating himself. It was perfect because no one expected him to care, or really anyone besides the women. When he lingered, it was never questioned because he seemed nonchalant. And he had finally broken something and could answer questions now. He didn't know Leah was missing until overhearing the call and wondered if he should focus his attention on that first.

Maybe she doesn't want to be found.

He shrugged, quickly scribbling his thoughts down in a small journal before ripping the paper out of it, folding it and tucking it in his ring jacket pocket. He knew who he needed to see.
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"Hey handsome!" Finn gave Nikki a "Too Sweet" as a greeting and came closer to her. "Okay?"

"Take this and read it well," She felt the prickled edge of the paper before grabbing it and closing her fist tight to hide it.

"What is this?"

"Hotdog, hamburger," was all he said before he backed away, "Sometimes you gotta go solo." He left towards the makeup department, also leaving the twin confused. What the hell did he mean by any of that? She pouted her lips in thought, squeezing the paper in her fist before pushing it down in her jeans pocket. Maybe Finn was giving her his room number? I mean she was flattered and he was hot, but everyone knew she was taken. Well all she knew was that was weird.

She didn't have a match that night and only a segment with Alicia. It was fun and refreshing seeing Victoria play a dominant champion like she was meant to be instead of the crazy wildcard they poorly wrote her as. Nikki loves the energy and chemistry she shares with Fox, but all the while felt that paper burning a hole in her pocket. What did he mean?

Nicole was in her hotel room, oddly alone for the night since her roommate Alexa was with Sasha and Bayley.

"Sometimes you gotta go solo."

"Duh, read it when I'm alone!" Nikki face palmed, opening the paper with far too much excitement she didn't know she had. She immediately frowned in confusion. This was not his room number, or any number at that.

Big kites.
Rainy nights.
Intimate oceans.
Exciting worlds.
Excellent stories.
Various entrances.
Rotten yokes.
Turn heavenward.
Inside now.
Gone.

"And just what the fuck is this?" She turned the paper to see if it would do something different. "Finn writes poetry?" She started to giggle, "Oh well, I guess I like it? It's a bit weird." She thought nothing of it and folded the paper back up, placing it in her purse so she could ask him about it later.
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The following week after, Nicole couldn't find Fergal for the life of her and it seemed like no one knew where he was either.

"He was here for the rehearsal," One stagehand said.

"I saw him leave talking about getting some carbs with Dean," Kurt added.

"I got donuts with Finn? Yeah, I'd remember that!" Dean denied. She was a little weirded out by the turn of events but figured she'd run into him eventually since they both had matches later that night.