Patricia stirred her coffee, she had stepped away for a minute to check her phone. And if she was honest she needed a minute. Joe was unconsolable, it hurt to much to see him like this. He son had always been strong, but he was her baby. To see him totally broken was unbearable. She couldn't fix this, couldn't guarantee it would all work out. Patricia couldn't imagine what Abby's parents were going through. She at least knew Joe was coming home with her.

"She is a really nice girl Joe," Patricia took the bowl from the counter.

"Her parents thanked us again," Joe helped his mother clean up. They had a cookout for Abby's family. It was so everyone could meet.

"Nice people," Patricia smiled. They were nice and seemed eager to meet Joe's family. Both set of parents raved about the others child. Joe and Abby just seemed natural. They were picture perfect. "You are serious about her." All through high school and college Joe had his pick of any girl. A few came home for a quick hello, but never like this.

"Yeah," Joe's cheeks turned red. "I love her and I think I want to marry her." Patricia stopped, looking at her son. He was her last, the baby and a surprise. It did not seem possible he could be grown enough to talk about marriage. She could feel tears in her eyes. "Mom," Joe walked toward her.

"I just can't believe," she hugged him, "I am happy for you."

"You found the coffee," office Lord voice made Patricia jump.

"Yeah, any word? Are they still in the hotel?"

"Yes," office Lord's shoulders fall. Patricia could see it on her face, this was not going to end well.

"I need to know if you think Abby is coming home," Patricia asked. "My son is totally in love with her. We all love her, she is part of the family."

"I," Office Lord stopped, "I hope to get Abby out."

"You don't think Taylor is going to," Patricia stopped. She didn't know Taylor well. She had met his family at some wrestling event. She had stay away from her ex husband's career. And wasn't over joyed when Joe decided he wanted to start in it. She knew what it did physically and mentally to a person. And she knew first hand how hard it was on a relationship, "I am just trying prepare myself." Office Lord didn't answer, Patricia knew there was no answer to give. There was no preparing for things like this. Officer Lord's phone went off, she grabbed it.

"Yes," she turned walking out of the room. Patricia looked at the coffee in her hand. She took a deep breathe, despite what she felt she needed to go back to her son.

…

Officer Lord hung her head, "right, ok. I will handle things here and," she stopped her voice shook. The other detective stood by her.

"Well," he asked. Officer Lord only shook her head, "damn," he looked down.

"Once they entered the room he shoot himself he was holding her next to him, bullet passed through him to her. Both dead," Office Lord rubbed her face, "I hate days like this." It came with their job to bring bad news. Not many stories have a happy ending. But this was just so senseless, and it seemed so final. Although officer Lord felt like there was something else to do. "I will go tell the boyfriend."

"I will let the brother know," the other detective said. Both set out to do their job.

…

Joe looked seeing Officer Lord enter the room, he had been in for hours. Hours he couldn't help Abby, hours he hadn't seen his friends. Patricia could see in the officer's face this was not good. She sat down, she took a deep breathe, "I am sorry to inform you that Abby was shot and killed." It seemed there should be more to say, someway to make this easier. Joe only looked at her as if he didn't understand. Officer Lord continued, she knew the look on his face it was disbelief. "It was a murder suicide, our man," Joe looked at his mother.

"No, no," he stood up, Patricia stood trying to grab him, "No," he started sobbing, and then came the sound. It wasn't human, although Officer Lord had heard it before. It was the sound of hope lost and a heart breaking, "mom," she held him as he went to the floor, "no, why!" Patricia rocked him, feeling her own tears. "Oh god mom why! No not her please! Mom!" He seemed to grabbing something that wasn't there. "No, Abby!"

"Ok, baby," Patricia tried to comfort him, "it's ok." But it wasn't, she knew there was no making it ok.

"Mom," Joe sobbed, "she can't be! Why!" That would be a question that couldn't be answered.

…

Windham stood hearing Joe's screams. His stomach dropped, the detectives entered the room. "What happened," Windham asked.

"We are sorry to inform you that your brother died due to a self inflicted gun wound." Windham tried to breath, it felt like he forgot how.

"Is Abby," he asked. They looked at each other.

"No." Windham's mind raced, maybe they meant no, she was ok. He turned to hear Joe's cries, it gave him his answer. "I need to talk to my mother," he fall trying to take a step. The detectives rushed to help him. So much was running through his mind. Taylor couldn't be gone, he couldn't have done this.

"You need to sit," the detective held Windham arm.

"What happened," Windham asked. The detective seemed to be reluctant to answer.

"He was sitting next to her he had their heads together. He shoot himself the bullet went through him to her. They were gone by the time the cops got to them." Windham started crying, his whole body hurt. In hours half his family was gone.

"Can I please see my mother," he cried.

"Of course," the detectives help him to the door. Windham wasn't sure how he was walking. "We will get a car." Their voices seemed far away. Windham saw the sunlight coming in from the window in the waiting room. Everyone stood as he came through the doors. Johnathan run to him.

"What is going on? No one is saying anything," Johnathan's and everyone else head turned to the cries coming from down the hall.

"We need to get him home," the detectives pushed passed Jonathan.

"Can't someone tell us something," Jonathan yelled. Colby came to his side.

"Fuck it man the doors up," both man gave a quick glance before moving toward the door.

"Go," Saraya yelled. Jonathan and Colby made their way back not stopping till they found Joe. They found him with his mother still a heap on the floor. Colby looked at his mother, she only shook her head. Jonathan clutched his fist.

"Fuck," he yelled. Colby walked closer to Joe.

"Mom," Joe cried over and over.

"Honey you have to stand up," she brushed her son's out of his face. Colby and Jonathan helped her get Joe to his feet. They walked to the waiting area. The doors opened and everyone turned. The new had made its way to them. A look of shock had replaced tears on Joe's face. There was a muffled sorries and the sounds of people crying. There was nothing left to do but go home.

…...

The following days were filled with making funeral plans. The news had gotten ahold of the story and run. People debated everything from gun control, mental illness, violence and womanizing in wrestling. To the people affected none of that mattered. The was no answer that would ease the pain of what they lost, and no answer that would help them accept this any better.

Joe buried the love of his life forever wondering what more he could have done. And what he had done to Taylor to make him hate him so much.

Bray buried his father and brother in a quiet ceremony. The world had past judgement on his brother and family. They tried as a family to push that aside. Taylor had not always been what he became. He was a little brother a son, and to some a friend. He would be missed by his family.

….

Windham sat by his father's and brother's grave. He stared at their grave stone as if would speak to him. He had played the last months weeks and day his brother was alive. What had he missed? What could he have changed? He had footsteps, they came closer making him turned his head. Joe stood over him.

"You didn't come back today." Fail Sail had closed for the week, Joe and Bray were given extra time. Windham wiped his face, Joe was the last person he thought he would see.

"No," Windham stood.

"You are coming back," Joe looked over at the new grave stone.

"I think so," Windham looked down.

"You should, it helps," Joe cleared his throat. "At least while you are there, night are the worst."

"Yeah," Windham agreed. "I never got say I was sorry. Abby was a really great girl."

"I need you to know I am not mad or blame you." Windham looked at Joe. He hadn't gone back because he wasn't ready to face it. He was sure everyone would blame him. They would want answers he couldn't give. He couldn't take the looks and whispers. "Look I don't know how we move on from this, or there is such a thing. But I know Abby wouldn't want me to stop, and I think Taylor would feel the same. I am really sorry about your dad and brother." Windham nodded. "We can go together tomorrow."

"Yeah," Windham smiled, "we are the living and I guess we better start doing it."

…..

Five years later

Office Lord sat at her desk, her computer steaming Monday Night Raw. Although years had passed she felt the need to watch. That case had stayed with her, some did more than others. She smiled watched Benjamin Satterley become the man that gravity forgot. And Saraya scream "this is my house," in her black leather studded outfit. And seeing Joe Anoa'I stand with his two friends in the shield. She had read he had since married and had a baby girl. It made her smile and almost laugh, they had been scared kids. To see them big and strong afraid of nothing. She watched as the arena went dark and became illuminated with thousands of tiny lights, fire flies they called them. And the hunting music started. From a cloud of fog he emerge cloaked in the hood carrying a lantern. It always gave Officer Lord a chill. When he talked it was rumbling many times blaming his opponents for sin he thought commented. Office Lord wondered how much all of their characters came from their lives. Bray Wyatt was a mad man who believed his world was right and people should follow him. She wondered if some didn't come from watching his own brother fall into madness. Roman Reigns was strong and ran through man. Officer Lord knew he wished that day he could have done anything to save his girlfriend. She had learned in this life you felt loss. Tragedy had no mercy for anyone or anything. But life went on, you learned from it, maybe it taught you compassion or to not take things for granted. Whatever it was Officer Lord was happy to see that they had managed to pull their life together and go on. Not many could have. "I can't believe you watch that shit," a young detective came in. Officer Lord laughed, looking back at her screen.

"Oh, Bray's got Roman in position for Sister Abigail," the commentator yelled, "oh and Roman fights out."

"You know that is all fake," the detective huffed.

"You would be surprised," Office Lord closed her computer.

The end