The cell he is put in is small; it's just a cot, a sink and a toilet. So he's expected to go piss in front of everyone and his brother. Punk sat silently on the cot still trying to process everything that had happened. He studied his fingers the black ink was still on them from when he'd been finger printed. His mind went over the details in his head, they thought he'd killed Laurinitis. He shifted his weight on the cot drawing his feet under himself and rested his chin on his palms looking out of the cell silently. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there when he heard someone coming.

One of the officers who'd arrested him and a woman with dark hair that fell in curls past her shoulders and blue eyes that seemed to spark and flair as she looked around. "Your bail's been paid Mr. Brooks," The woman said. Phil blinked in surprise and slowly got up as the cell door was unlocked and the cop waved them back out of the cell block. The woman handed him a hooded jacket which he recognized as one of his own.

"Uh thanks, I'm confused who are you?" He asked eying the blond uncertainly as she signed some paperwork, he felt like a kid again with that social worker who always seemed to get him out of scraps, to be truthful she looked an awful lot like the same woman. The blond looked at him and laughed. "I'm your lawyer, Mr. Brooks. Roulette Delcroix, but please call me Lette, Ms. Delcroix is annoying,"

He nodded in answer and was quite for most of the trip to the hotel where Randy was waiting, once she had the two of them in the room, she sat them down and eyed them both silently. "I'm not going to lie, you've got yourself into quite the pickle Phil," She sighed. "If you did kill John Laurinitis, then well will plead momentary insanity, and if the jury finds you guilty, they'll require you to be submitted to a psych ward."

"Oh," he said slowly. "I didn't kill him," he said softly.

"No I don't think you did, you don't strike me as the crazy type," She smiled.

And again Phil couldn't help but wonder if there was some relation between this woman and the woman who'd gotten him out of trouble when he was a kid and dumb. "No, I'm crazy, just not that crazy," he responded with a crooked smile.

She actually laughed at that. "well, yes you have to be somewhat crazy to get yourself beaten up for a living," she said with a chuckle.

And then it clicked. "WAIT! I know you!"

"Jesus I was wondering how long it would take you Phil," She laughed.

Randy just looked confused as he glanced back and forth between Phil and his Lawyer. "um?"

Phil chuckled. " Sorry Randall," he smiled a little. "Roulette is the daughter of my former social worker am I correct?"

"Yep, that's me." She said with a smile. "Good to see you did exactly what you boasted you would do," She sighed and the smile slipped off her face. "But, right now we need to deal with these accusations not trips down memory lane," She said.

Punk nodded. " So what do I have to do, to uh prove my innocence?" He asked with a sigh.

Randy reached out and took his hand gently squeezing it to help him relax. Lette just smiled and looking between the two then finally settled on punk. "That's my job, right now the state of California, and John's family are trying to keep you off TV, the WWE, Stephanie McMahon, Paul Levesque and Vince McMahon are one hundred percent on keeping you on Television to show their support for you." She said. "its up to you whether or not you wanna be on or off television," She said calmly.

Punk looked at Randy then back at the lawyer calmly. "I'll stay on television, I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I hide?" He asked.

She laughed. "Good answer," She nodded. "Then you two better pack, because you have a flight to St. Louis in 2 hours, I'll be driving you to the airport," She responded.

**

Surprisingly enough after everything Punk had leaned his head against Randy's shoulder on the plane and had easily passed out. Randy sighed watching Phil sleep, he wrapped an arm around him holding his close. Smiling in thanks at the flight attendant when she gave him a blanket for the sleeping man.

The flight was long, but not long enough for either man because as soon as they stepped out through the gate, there was the media wanting to ask Punk questions, wanting answers about the murder he was accused of. Phil handled himself well enough grabbing his bag and shoving through the crowd.

"Did you do it!" a woman kept practically screaming in his face and finally Randy saw the smaller man snap.

"Do you really think you fucking Bimbo that if I KILLED John Laurinitis that I would INFORM the world on national TV that I did it before I even went to trail?" He growled in anger before shoving past her almost knocking her down and heading towards the car waiting for the two of them.

Once in the car the two men were greeted with the grim face of Hunter. Randy sighed rubbing his face. "Well,"

"This is going to be a media Circus, either good or bad, I've set up some Interviews for Phil," Hunter responded looking at the Chicago Native.

"Fine," Phil responded gazing out the window as the car pulled into traffic. "What am I supposed to say?" He asked.

"whatever you want Phil, you need to tell the world what you've been through," he said calmly in response.

"Shouldn't I talk to my lawyer about that first?" he asked with a worn out sigh.

"Probably a good idea," Hunter said with a nod.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Jericho and Cabana have both agreed to uh stick around till this is all over," He said.

"Okay," he said with a soft sigh looking down.

"Otunga is going to testify on your behalf,"

"That's great,"

"Phil?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked.

Punk slowly turned his head and looked at Hunter. "No I'm really not," he said truthfully.

"Well you're going to have to," he responded. "This is pretty much your freedom on the line, if your convicted of murdering John, you'll be locked up for a long ass time,"

"Even if I fucking did it!" he snapped. "It was god damn self defense and I NEVER laid a hand on that mother fucker outside the ring! NEVER!" he raged only settling down when Randy pulled him back.

"Let me go,"

"No Phil, calm down Hunter is trying to help you," he said gently.

"Help me!" He laughed. "HELP ME! His BEST fucking friend beat my face in a year ago! And He wants to HELP ME NOW!" he sounded on the edge of hysterical.

"Phil," Randy said gently truning the man to face him. "Take a deep breath,"

"Shut up," Phil growled still breathing heavily.

"I won't shut up,"

"Fuck you,"

"I know your angry,"

"You don't know shit,"

"I know a lot more then you think I do,"

"You fucking left me for your whore of a wife!" He snarled.

"I'm sorry,"

"Its not enough,"

"What can I do to fix that?"

"Nothing..." He looked away.

"Oh Phil,"

"Don't, please..."

"I'm..." Randy just sighed and fell silent as Phil went back to starring out the window not saying a word just silent. Hunter sighed softly looking grim.
TBC...

A/N: Welp! Um yeah So sorry about how long it took for Chapter 1 but I am having SERIOUS issues with Writers block! BUT the new Punk DVD is clearing that up nicely (sighs happily) If you guys wanna know What I'm working on and WHEN follow me over on Tumblr, Username is apocalyptic-punk. Yep thats me, I talk about other stuff, and sometimes write random one shots of randomness over their. But, when I'm working on my fics I totally post about it! Even experts and shit! So yeah, enjoy the beginning of the end or some stuff LOL! Love you all! Read and review PLEASE its my life blood!