A/N: A lot of you were pretty shocked at what happened in the last chapter. Well, I did say that this was based on a true story. Yes, this actually happened and, no, I won't give you names. Sorry. Anyway, I do believe that this just may be the final chapter of this story. I hope that you all have enjoyed it. Thank you all so much for your support and feed back; it's all greatly appreciated. R&R. Enjoy!

In Loving Memory

XI

Dwayne didn't know what to think or what to say. It wasn't like John to just up and leave or go off somewhere. He rarely ever missed work due to illness or anything and he never went anywhere without telling someone. Yet it had been a day since he was last seen. The last time Dwayne had seen his younger fiancé had been the day before, Sunday, before he left to visit his parents and John had told him that he'd see him later. If John wasn't going to be home or anything like that, why would he say such a thing?

Not only that but Ted had dropped Phoebe off at John's parent's house yesterday and Dwayne had no idea why. John's parents didn't understand it either. Phoebe, of course, had been upset. She missed John and she was almost constantly crying or throwing a fit. Not that Dwayne blamed her; if he could have, he would've been acting the same way. But he couldn't lose his cool now; Phoebe needed him and John needed him, even though he had no idea where John was or what happened to him.

His cell phone rang and he got up from his seat at the kitchen table. Picking it up, he saw that it was John's mom and he answered it. John's parents had been so worried and confused, his mother especially, and they had no idea what to do. Unless twenty four hours had passed, the police couldn't do anything without some sort of lead or something.

"Hello?"

"Dwayne! Oh, Dwayne…I…I…" John's mom was crying, clearly upset by something, and it worried him. She had been upset, but she had been staying strong. Until now, that is.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay? Did John call you or something? Tell me." He heard her sniff and take gasping breaths before she answered him.

"I just…I just got a text message from Randy." Dwayne's dark eyes narrowed. He had a feeling that Randy was somehow involved in John's disappearance, but he couldn't prove it. And he knew that Randy wouldn't let him in the apartment if he went over, so he didn't even bother.

"What did it say?" She sniffed again.

"It said, 'Where's John?' Dwayne, I think he's done something. I think he'd done something to hurt my baby, I just don't know what. And I have no idea what to do." She was sobbing and Dwayne just wanted to give her a hug. But now wasn't the time. Now, something had to be done.

"It's okay. It'll be okay. Here's what I want you to do: call the police. Tell them about the text message, about Randy's violent tendencies, and about the PFA John has out on him. Give them the address to Randy's apartment and tell them to go check things out. I'll be at the apartment building, waiting for them." Dwayne heard her trying to collect herself and she spoke after a few moments.

"Did you want Tony and I to come? We could watch over Phoebe while you and the police see what's going on."

"That's an excellent idea. I'll see the two of you there."

"Thank you, Dwayne. Bye."

"Bye."

Ending the call, Dwayne grabbed his jacket and put it on. Phoebe was in the living room, watching cartoons, and she looked up when he came in.

"Come on, baby girl. We need to go over to your Daddy Randy's place to see if he can help find Daddy John, okay?"

She nodded, hope shining brightly in her eyes, eyes that reminded the older man of John's own blue orbs. Picking her up, he grabbed his car keys and left the house, making sure the door was locked behind him. After getting Phoebe situated in her car seat, Dwayne got in the car and drove away from the house, the home he had shared with John, his John. Phoebe was quiet as they drove to the apartment building and Dwayne saw that she was looking out of the window, watching the scenery pass by.

In no time, they had arrived at the apartment building and Dwayne pulled into a parking space and they waited. Dwayne had no idea how long the call John's made had made lasted or if it was still going on, but he would be patient. For John, he would be patient. His dark eyes watched the apartment building. There was a gentle breeze blowing, but other than that, the day was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. Nothing seemed out of place and nothing was going all. All was peaceful and quiet.

"Daddy Dwayne, wha's going on?" He looked back at Phoebe through the rear view mirror and gave her a smile.

"We're waiting for the cops, Phoebs. Your Daddy Randy doesn't like me very much, but he'll help us out if the cops are with us, okay?"

"'Kay." She looked of her window, her feet tapping together.

"Do you think Daddy John is okay?" Dwayne looked at her and he gave her a soft, sad smile.

"I don't know, Phoebe, but I'm sure he is wherever he is. He loves you and misses you too much to be anything but okay." Phoebe smiled at him and she returned to gaze to the outside world. Dwayne sighed softly. He hoped that John was okay…

A police car pulled into the parking lot, followed by John's parents' car. John's parents pulled in on the right side of him while the police vehicle parked closer to the entrance of the building. Dwayne unbuckled his seat belt and got out to greet John's parents. He gave John's mom a tight hug before he hugged John's dad. Both of them looked worried and afraid. This was it. It was now or never. The police officer approached them.

"Are you Mr. Johnson?" he asked Dwayne, offering his hand to shake it. Dwayne shook his hand and nodded.

"Yes, I am." The officer nodded and he looked over his shoulder at the apartment building.

"I'm Officer Jackson. From what dispatch told me, your fiancé, John Cena, has gone missing and there's a possible lead as to what may have happened to him?"

"Oh, yes! I have the text message right…here…" John's mom rummaged through her purse for her cell phone. When she found it, she brought up the text message and handed her cell to Officer Jackson.

"Randy never texts me and I found it incredibly odd and alarming for him to do so when John's been missing. Could you see if he knows anything or is somehow involved?" Officer Jackson handed her back her cell phone and she put it away.

"I can interview him and, if need be, call for back up. John has a PFA on Randy, right? If Randy's done anything to harm John, he will be arrested. Mr. Johnson, Mr. Cena, I want the two of you to accompany me to Randy's apartment so that we can see what's up. Since I don't have a partner, if anything should occur, the two of you will be my witnesses." Both of them nodded and John's mom took Phoebe out of the car and held her, talking softly to her.

"Alright, let's go in and see what's going on." The three of them entered the apartment building and proceeded up the stairs. When they reached Randy's apartment, the officer knocked on the door a couple of times before announcing his presence.

"Randy Orton? This is Officer Jackson. I'm here to ask you a few questions in relation to the disappearance of John Cena. Would you open the door please so that we can get this over and done with?" Silence followed. And then, the door opened. Randy stood before them, look calm and collected and Dwayne just wanted to punch him in the face. How dare he look so calm when John was in trouble, or worse?

"Hello, Officer Jackson, Tony…Dwayne. Why don't you come on in." They entered the apartment and Randy closed the door.

"John's missing, you say?" Officer Jackson nodded and turned to face the tattooed man.

"Yes, he is. Carol, John's mother, called our station because you sent her a text message that she thought was out of the ordinary and asked us to come over. Would you mind if I looked around before I start the interview?" Randy looked away from him and shifted slightly before he nodded.

"Sure, no problem. Go ahead. The sooner we get this interview over with, the better. I have work later tonight." Officer Jackson nodded and started back the hallway.

"Don't you live with Theodore DiBiase?"

"Yes, but he's out of town, visiting his dad. His dad's sick so…"

Officer Jackson nodded and he looked into a room on the right. Nothing. He continued down the hallway and looked into the room that Phoebe slept in. Finally, he came to the end of the hall, where the two master bedrooms where, and he peered into the one of the left. Whatever he saw made him stand up straight and grabbed his phone.

"Officer Jackson to dispatch. I need backup and the medical examiner at the apartment of Randy Orton ASAP. There's a possible murder victim lying on the bed."

Upon hearing those words, all noise fell silent and Dwayne's head snapped up. His dark eyes were wide, filled with doubt and denial. Ignoring the warnings of Officer Jackson, Dwayne made his way down the hall and opened the door to Randy's room so that he could fully see into the room. There, lying on Randy's bed with a gunshot wound to his stomach, was John. He wasn't moving and the blood that had stained his clothing and the bed looked old and dry. A cry he couldn't hold back escaped him and he tried to make his way over to his fallen fiancé, but he was held back by John's dad.

Everything seemed to happen so face, yet, at the same time, everything appeared to be in slow motion. Dwayne fell to his knees, tears falling from his dark eyes as he continued to stare at John's dead body. Eventually, the backup that Officer Jackson had called in for arrived. Randy was arrested and led away from the apartment. The medical examiner was there and, with the help of his assistance, they placed John's body carefully in a black body bag before they zipped it up, placed it on a gurney, and pulled it out of the bedroom. John's dad had to force Dwayne to stand and move out of the way.

Dwayne didn't want to leave John, but he knew that his beloved would never again open his eyes. John would never again speak to him, hug him, kiss him, or love him. His John was forever gone, all because of one deranged man who couldn't stand seeing John happy. It was hard to follow the medical examiner and the gurney down the stairs and out of the building. As soon as John's mom and Phoebe saw it, they started crying. Hearing Phoebe's heart wrenching screams and cries only caused Dwayne to cry harder. He made his way over to them and took Phoebe from her grandmother. Holding onto her tightly, making sure that she didn't fall as she had been reaching out for her daddy since she had seen the gurney, he kissed her and tried his best to sooth her.

It was a double blow because, not only had John been killed, but so had their baby. And Randy had shot John in the stomach! The stomach! He was purposefully trying to kill the baby and John. Feeling anger and rage well up within him allowed Dwayne to calm himself down slightly and he was better able to sooth and hold Phoebe. But he didn't tell her to stop crying. No, she needed to get this out; it would be more beneficial to her if she did.

They watched as the police vehicles and the medical examiner pulled out of the apartment parking lot. Finally, the sound returned to Dwayne, and all he could hear were the cries and sobs of his loved ones.

…

"Madam Forewoman, in the case of the murder of John Cena and his unborn child against Randy Orton, how do you find?"

"We find the defendant guilty, Your Honor."

Dwayne closed his eyes and released a breath of relief. At long last, Randy was going to prison for the rest of his life, a fair trade considering the three lives he took. Both of his and John's unborn children, and John himself…they have finally seen justice and Dwayne was satisfied. Not happy, but satisfied.

How could he be completely happy? Yes, the police did everything they could. And, yes, John did have that protection from abuse order. But what good did that order do when it required that some kind of unwanted physical contact had been made? Why hadn't anyone checked to make sure that Randy got rid of his guns, guns that he wasn't supposed to have due to the order? Who made sure that Randy was taking his medication and getting the help he needed? Who checked in on him to make sure that he wasn't a threat? Dwayne knew the answers to all of these questions: No one had checked and no one had made sure.

It angered him and sickened him to no end. Had those simple things been checked and done, John and his unborn child might still be here. But they weren't. They were gone forever and nothing, no amount of justice or money or anything of the sort, was going to bring them back to him.

Standing up, Dwayne watched as Randy was led away from the courtroom to be transported to the nearest prison. Whatever happened to Randy while he was in prison, he deserved; of that, Dwayne was sure. Dave patted him on the back, getting his attention. Turning to his friend and Mike, he gave them a tight nod and a fake smile, both of which were noticed. Before they could say anything, Phoebe tugged on Dwayne's shirt and he bent down to pick her up.

"Ready to go home, baby girl?" She nodded and rested her head against his chest. He kissed her hair and turned back to Dave and Mike.

"Are you glad that Randy got what he deserved?" Dwayne shrugged.

"More should have been done. He shouldn't have had those guns, but he did. He should have been watched over, but he wasn't. It's bullshit and not right. But, it is what it is and staying angry and upset won't bring John back." Dave nodded and Mike hugged him before he kissed Phoebe's cheek.

"You stay strong, Phoebs, okay? Your Daddy John is watching down on you with your brothers or sister from Heaven, okay?"

"'Kay." Mike smiled.

"You'll see him again one day." John's parents came up to them and hugged them all.

"Thank goodness Randy's finally behind bars and is paying for what he's done." John's mom wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes. John's dad pulled her into a one armed hugged and kissed her forehead.

"John's not gone. He's still with us, even if we can't see him. I know he's just as happy about today as we are. Now, come on. Let's go back to our house and spend a little time together. Being together will only help us heal and become stronger."

Nodding, Dwayne allowed Dave, Mike, and John's parents to walk ahead of him. Dwayne, with Phoebe in his arms, started to followed them, but something in the back of his mind told him to look over his shoulder at the witness stand. Usually, he wasn't one who indulged in such impulsive notions, but he did and what he saw amazed him. Standing there, looking as beautiful and as healthy as ever, was John. A slow smiled spread across his face and he nodded at Dwayne as he whispered 'I love you'. With a smile of his own, he nodded back and returned the endearment with as much love as he could muster.

John's spirit faded from sight and Dwayne was left with an almost empty courtroom. Smiling softly, knowing that John was okay and happy, Dwayne turned back around and walked out of the courtroom.

The End

A/N: As I have stated numerous times, this story was based off of a true story. Someone was actually shot in the stomach while five months pregnant and murdered by their ex boyfriend. It's a very sad story, but it also brings about a lot of anger, especially from the relatives who had to go through the ordeal. PFAs are a good thing to have, but, really, all they are seen as if a piece of paper. No one checks on offenders to see if they have guns or weapons or anything else that violates the order. More should be done, but, unfortunately, I doubt that anything will change any time soon. Thank you all so much for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it and got something out of it.