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Chapter 12 - Who is he?

It had been four days since Rose had gone missing, Paul and Joan had been staying at Shawn's house for numerous reasons, their first being they were just as concerned for her as anyone else who knew of the situation. But the main reason they stayed with Shawn was they were more concerned for his well being. Shawn had refused to let Rose's phone out of his sight with the exception of Steve taking it to look for any clues within it, he barely slept, afraid he would miss a text message or note, though none had come through since the device was found in the parking lot. Seeing him like this worried the two, this wasn't the Shawn they knew.

Steve had been no better, if not worse. He was positive this was the work of someone in the WWF, and when he found out who had taken Rose, they wouldn't be alive much longer. He didn't gave a damn if it ended up being a stupid ass skit for RAW, whoever did this had made this personal. He swore this was and would only be the only time himself and Shawn worked together, Though Steve was far too concerned on where Rose was to be worried about Shawn's true feeling towards the whole damn thing. That was an issue for another day.

But to his dismay, there were company issues that had to be dealt with today. Shawn had a press conference for his match with the Undertaker, and Steve had his own promotions for a title match of his own coming up, he hated having to act so calm, so professional, so oblivious to it all.

Currently, Shawn, along with Paul and Joan, were all standing in a dressing room inside the conference center his promotion would be held in. He had been pacing the room for the past twenty minutes as the press filled in the main area. Paul sighed as he stood from a chair in the corner, stepping over to Shawn.

"Shawn." He stated simply, causing him to stop for a moment and look up to Paul with a confused look. "We need to calm down for a moment. Steve should be here any moment." He spoke as calmly as he could, Shawn visibly relaxed for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. "I know, I just.. It's been days!" He huffed in aggravation. "Not even a sign that she's alright." His voice softened before sitting on the leather couch against the far wall, resting his head in his hands. "She's one of us now Paul. That makes her family. And you don't hurt the DX family." With that, Joan and Paul looked at one another, both holding looks of sympathy and pure determination.

After a moment, Joan moved to sit beside Shawn. "Hey." She began. "Rose will be alright. You know that she's capable of taking care of herself." He knew she had a point. Rose certainly had a defiant spirit, but Shawn knew better than anyone that defiance can get someone into a lot of trouble as well. But Rose was also tough, knowing she'd quickly take care of anyone who threatened her or those she cared about. Looking over to Joan he smiled softly and nodded. "Thank you." He stated simply, his voice just above a whisper.

A moment later there was a knock on the dressing room door. "That must be Steve." Paul said before heading towards the door, the second the door was opened Steve gave Paul a nod before heading directly for Shawn. Upon further notice, Steve looked frantic, no one had seen the man so worried before.

"Have you heard anything yet?" He asked, everyday Steve had grown more worried. Shawn looked up to him and shook his head, removing Rose's phone from his pocket and setting it on the table before him. "Nothing has come through in days." Steve huffed in annoyance to that. "Bitch is too scared to speak now." Steve mumbled to himself. As if his challenge was accepted, the phone screen lit up, a soft ding to follow. Everyone's eyes instantly locked on the small device. Steve was the one to pick up the phone, eyes scanning the screen before widening in shock. "Son of a bitch." His voice turned dark, dangerous.