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Author's Note: Probably not the story you wanted on Valentine's Day Becky but I will be writing a Valentine's Day Party one-shot like I did for the Christmas Party one. It should be up by tonight if nothing goes wrong, which is likely to happen. I hate my laptop. Anyways, I hope you like this as thie story has changed from a two-shot to like a five or six shot.

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They quickly ushered her into an empty interrogation room and had her sit down on the other side of the table, facing the two way mirror. She sniffled and looked down at the stainless steel top of the table and wrapped her arms around her middle. The room seemed ice cold like a freezer would be in a restaurant. She didn't look up as they asked her if she wanted something to drink, she just sat there staring at the cold steel top of the table

"Mrs. Runnels?" the officer asked, noticing the look in her eyes as she stared at the table top.

She looked up at him, her eyes blank and emotionless despite the redness that filled her eyes, due to all the crying she had done in the past hour or so. The officer felt sorry for her and couldn't even begin to fathom what she had been through. Her husband had seemingly gone psycho and what he thinks but cannot prove, killed young Ted DiBiase Jr.

"I'm sorry to have to bother you about this but I need to question you about what had happened tonight," the officer said a soft tone to his voice as he felt sorry for the young woman.

She nodded her head and turned her attention back down to the steel top of the table. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she wanted to cover for Cody or just be honest and tell the truth. She still loved Cody but she was scared of him now and didn't know what to do if she did have to go home with him after this night.

"What happened in Ted DiBiase's house, Becky?" the officer asked as he watched her stare at the table top.

"I-I went over there to talk to him—about the up and coming storyline that we were going to have in the WWE," she paused a minute, as she had made up her mind to cover for Cody. "I had walked into his house, pretty used to being over there because he was—is Cody's best friend and I saw the place trashed and I had a weird feeling that something bad had happened but I just figured that Ted got drunk again and lost control of his temper. He had a temper, you know that?"

She brought her eyes to look at the officer. She forced a smile on her face to make her story more believable. It was true, Ted didn't have a temper but not when he was drunk but how would the officer know that? He wouldn't unless he was a stalker of some sort and Becky highly doubted that. He was a police officer; he wasn't supposed to be a stalker or anything that would be considered against the law in the long run.

"Well, he did have a bad temper and I had shouted his name several times but only to receive no answer from him so I had made my way up to his room and I shouted his name once more before I pushed his door open and that's when I saw the blood that was all over his bedroom and I was instantly worried but I walked deeper into Ted's bedroom and walked into the bathroom and I saw his body. I didn't know what to do so I went to my house and I started to cry because Ted was also one of my close friends and from my bedroom, I called the police," Becky said with a brave face on.

She didn't know if her story was believable or not but it was the best she could come up with. She loved Cody and would do anything to protect him from going to prison or even getting the death penalty. She didn't know if she could live a life without him and she didn't want to live life without him; even after everything that had happened.

"Where was Cody through all of this?" the officer questioned, not really believing her story but had no other option but to believe her.

"He was at home and he was really upset when I told him that his best friend was dead. He doesn't do well when anybody he cares for dies which is why he is as angry and cold as he is," Becky explained, half heartedly. "He blames himself for not being able to stop this from happening. Cody believes that some deranged psycho had done this."

She resisted the urge to laugh at that last little part. Of course a deranged psycho had done this but the psycho had just happened to be her husband. She knew that he had found out about the affair that she had been having with Ted but she didn't do anything to stop the affair nor did she tell Cody straight out about the affair, even after she knew that he had found out. She knew that Cody wouldn't let her have it both ways and she had grown quite comfortable in the lifestyle that she had created.

"Are you sure?" the officer said, a skeptical look on his face. The story seemed believable and why would she lie to cover her husband if he was indeed psycho? The officer's mind was slowly being changed to believe that Cody was innocent.

"Yes, officer. I think Cody needs to go home…with me to grieve with the loss of his best friend," she said with that brave face still plastered on her face. She had no clue what Cody had planned for when they got home and she didn't care to think about it either; she just wanted to go home with her husband.

"Okay, you can go wait in the other room while I go get Cody and let him go," the officer said, standing up. Becky nodded and stood up too, feeling slightly guilty about the fool proof lie she had told.

Becky walked out of the interrogation room and walked back over to the chair that she had been sitting in just about an hour or so before. She sat back down, waiting for Cody to come out of the interrogation room that they were keeping him in. She wanted to see his face, despite the cold, hatred look that now filled his eyes. He would always be her husband no matter what he looked like or what she had done. She stood up when she saw Cody walk out and towards her. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she tried to read his face and what he was feeling but it was as if he was a blank slate and couldn't be read.

"Ready to go?" she asked as he reached her side.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," he said, his voice emotionless and cold as ice. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the police station without another word.