Forty-Eight Hours

Summary: Sequel to Thirty Minutes. Shane McMahon is dead, but when Lexie Brooks is kidnapped, will they be able to find her in time? Or will they each fall victim when no one can be trusted as a deeper plan is revealed?

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Suspense

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with the WWE.

Author's Note: Hey! Welcome to the third and final story of this series. I'm so glad you guys liked the first two! Hopefully, you'll like this one also. Just like the first two, there will be plenty of twists, so anything can happen. Once again, shoutouts to Twisted Skittle, purplelygoodnes, Expect-the-Unexpected75, elliexhardy, and x0allisonqt0x for their help with ideas on this story. Also, special shoutout to Lucky Cannon (yes, the NXT rookie) for his insight on later parts of this story. He's an awesome guy, and I'm glad that I got to talk to him the past few days. He's an inspiration. If you're on Twitter, I highly recommend following him. And thanks to you guys for all of your support for the past two stories! So, anyway, I hope you all enjoy this! First chapter go!

Chapter 1

A black car pulled into the dark parking lot of the hotel, parking near the back under the shadows of a hanging tree. The man sitting behind the wheel watched the light rainfall hit his windshield, the wipers clearing it soon after, before he took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number. He drummed the steering wheel a couple times before a woman answered.

"Hello?" Judging by the amount of noise in the background, she was somewhere with a lot of people, most likely a nearby bar.

"Hello, sweetheart," the man said, a half smirk gracing his features.

"Oh, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon," the woman replied with a slight laugh. "Hold on."

The man waited as he listened to more people laughing and talking loudly until he heard a door opening and closing, and everything was silent.

"Okay, now I can hear you." The woman's voice now had a slight echo to it, making the man think she had gone into the bathroom. "You're in town, I take it?"

"Yeah, I'm here," the man told her, looking out his front window at the brightly lit hotel in front of him. "They all are."

The woman sighed. "All right," she muttered. "Last I heard, from you was when Shane died..."

"Tragic." The man then leaned back in his seat. "But that just means it's our turn."

"When do we make our move?"

The man took his phone from his ear, glancing at the date and time in the corner of the glowing screen before bringing it back. "I'll let you know, my dear."

"Okay." There was a short pause. "What are you doing tonight? You're more than welcome to join me here."

"Though that sounds... very appealing, I have to say not tonight," the man said with a chuckle. "I have a couple more things to take care of."

The woman sighed. "Fine," she replied, disappointment in her tone. "So I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yes, see you soon," the man told her. "Good night."

"Good night."

The man ended the call, staring out the window at the rainy night for a moment before dialing another number. It only rang once before a man answered.

"Are you here?"

"Since this morning," the man said. "I got here shortly after they did."

"I just got in," the other man replied. "Do we have a plan of how to start?"

"Have I ever had a plan?" The man sighed. "I'll see how tonight goes, and we'll take it from there."

"All right, Man. Just keep me updated."

"I will. Bye."


The man ended the call and put his cell phone back in his pocket. He shut the car off and stepped out into the cool drizzle, locking it up before starting to cross the dark parking lot to the hotel.


Matt Hardy pushed open the door of the hotel bar, making his way over to the table where Jeff Hardy was sitting and having a few drinks with their friends Adam Copeland, Jay Reso, and John Hennigan, wanting to take a shower before he joined them. They had spent the night after the house show just unwinding before the super show the next evening.

"You were in the room a while," Jeff joked when his older brother sat down next to him, gesturing to the bartender. "We were about to send Adam up to see if you needed rescuing."

"Not me, Man." Adam raised his hands in protest as Jay and John started laughing. "Sorry, Matt, but you were on your own."

"Good to know I have your support," Matt muttered as the bartender placed a beer in front of him, both he and Adam laughing as they clinked their glasses together. "But it didn't feel like I was there that long. Must have just been thinking, I guess..."

"Don't tell me you're nervous, Man," Jay said. The older Hardy had recently gotten a new WWE contract, and the next night's super show would be his first appearance in almost three years.

"Nervous? Nah, of course, not," Matt replied with a broad smile. "I can't wait to get back in that ring again!"

Jay laughed a little and shook his head slightly as he took a sip of his beer. "Just checking..."

"Do you know what they're going to have you do?" John asked. "Before... the hotel incident, I know you and Drew were having a pretty intense feud. But he's moved on to a different storyline, so obviously that's run its course..."

Matt shrugged. "I have no idea," he answered quietly, taking a drink of his beer. "As far as I know, I'm just going to be doing house shows for a while until they figure out where to put me."

"Better than nothing, I suppose."

"Yeah..." Matt sighed as he finished off his glass, setting it back on the table with a tad more force than he meant to. Though he didn't want to admit it to the others, the beatings he had gotten from Drew Galloway, otherwise known as Drew McIntyre, had taken their toll on him. He knew that the younger man was simply following the script and really had nothing against him, but he was glad to be moving on to something different.

Then, the group of five watched as a man wearing a leather jacket with shoulder length curly black hair entered the hotel. He quickly crossed the lobby to the front desk to sign in, got a room key, and hurried up the stairs and out of sight.

"Wonder what his rush is?" Matt turned back to look at his friends.

"Well, it could be any number of things," Adam muttered with a fake thoughtful expression. "Doesn't want to keep a lady waiting, perhaps? If you catch my drift..." Jay laughed quietly.

"Speaking of, I told Beth I'd give her a call," Jeff muttered, finishing off his drink before pulling out his cell phone. "Be back soon."

"All right, Jeff."

The younger Hardy found his long-time girlfriend's number on speed dial as he walked out into the lobby, pacing as it began to ring.


Drew Galloway pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot as close to the hotel as he could so they wouldn't have to walk too far in the steadily increasing rainfall. He turned and smiled at Taryn Terrell, his beautiful wife, sitting next to him when she took his hand.

"Thanks for making a stop at the gas station on the way here, hun," she muttered with a smile of her own. "It's the only place that has the kind of gum I like, and I ran out right before the house show."

"No problem," Drew replied with a slight laugh. "But even if it wasn't, I still would have stopped..."

Tarn shook her head as her smile broadened. "I know. But here. Your favorite." She reached into the plastic bag on her lap and pulled out an English toffee candy bar, handing it to him.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Drew stuck the candy she had bought for him in his coat pocket. Then, he sighed when he heard the rain starting to get louder as it pounded on top of the car. "I think it's only going to get heavier. Should we head inside now?"

"If we have to," Taryn muttered, pulling the hood of her coat over her head. She didn't like the rain, but she also knew her husband was right. They could spend the entire night in the car if they tried to wait the rain out.

Drew squeezed her hand. "Come on, let's just go," he replied quietly. "We're not too far from the door."

Taryn sighed, spotting the brightly lit door that was like a beacon through the downpour that was starting. "Sure, let's go."

"Okay." Drew pushed open his door, waiting for Taryn to do the same before he locked the car up. They shut the doors behind them, the bag forgotten in the passenger seat before beginning to hurry toward the hotel.

But as they got closer, a mischievous smirk appeared on Drew's face when he came to a puddle, and he kicked a small amount of water his wife's way. Taryn screamed when it drenched the left leg of her jeans up to her knee. "Drew, I'm so going to get you for that!"

Drew only laughed, backing away when she tried kicking water back at him. "It's only a little water, Taryn, you're not going to melt," he told her with a broad grin. But she kept coming at him, and he continued to avoid her.

Taryn chased her laughing husband around the parking lot in front of the hotel for a few minutes, both getting soaked from the puddles and the rain itself. Then, she shrieked when she slipped on a slick piece of concrete, Drew there to catch her.

"You all right, Taryn?" he asked, helping her straighten up.

"Mmm..." Then, a smirk appeared on Taryn's face when she kicked some water onto Drew's jeans. "Now I am."

Drew laughed and shook his head before his wife pulled him into a passionate kiss, the downpour momentarily forgotten. Then, Taryn gasped and pulled away when a bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky, a rumble of thunder echoing loudly around them.

"We should probably head inside," she muttered, trying to catch her breath.

"It would probably be a good idea," Drew agreed with a smile, wrapping his arm around her as he led her up to the hotel.

But as Drew pulled the door open, Taryn suddenly stopped. "Can I have your keys?" she wondered. "I left the bag in the car."

"Sure." Drew reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to the rental car, handing them to his wife. She smiled and said a quick thanks before running back out into the downpour to get to the car. It didn't take her long to grab the bag, lock it back up, and come back to where he was standing. Drew smiled as he took the keys back, giving her a quick kiss before they entered the hotel.


Phil Brooks sighed, lying in bed with Maria Kanellis as they watched the late night movie on television, Lexie sleeping peacefully on the bed next to them. Maria smiled slightly, her head resting on his chest as he began to run his hand up and down her back.

"She was so happy to see everyone again," she murmured, glancing at their sleeping daughter.

"Yeah, she was," Phil agreed with a slight laugh, looking down at Lexie as well. "I think Jeff is her new best friend."

Maria laughed at the thought. "Yeah, they've gotten close. Adam too. I think she has a crush on him." Then, she sighed. "I can't believe she's going to turn three next month."

Phil smiled. "She's growing so fast," he said. "And she's talking a lot."

"Well, we read to her a lot." Maria closed her eyes, wrapping her arm around Phil. "Though I think it'll only be a matter of time before she starts saying 'I'm better than you.'"

The Straightedge Superstar laughed at the thought of his near three-year-old daughter telling other people that she was better than them. "Well, can you blame her?" he asked jokingly.

"No, I guess not, being the huge daddy's girl she is," Maria answered with a smile, not opening her eyes. "Watch. After seeing you on TV a few more times, she'll start saying it."

"You're on, Ria."

Maria laughed a little as she sat up, leaning down and giving her husband a quick kiss. "Be right back," she muttered.

"Okay." Phil gave her another kiss, watching as she got off the bed and crossed the room to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. He turned his attention to the television, watching as a building exploded with disinterest.

Then, a flash of lightning lit up the dark room quickly followed by a loud rumble of thunder. Phil heard his daughter gasp from next to him, and he looked down at her to see that Lexie was beginning to stir. "It's okay, Lex," he told her, reaching over and rubbing her back.

After a moment, Lexie turned to look at him with wide hazel eyes. "Scared, Daddy," she muttered.

Phil smiled, sitting up on the bed before he picked her up and set her on his lap. "There's nothing to be scared of, Lex," he said, kissing her head. "Look, it's just some rain."

Lexie rested her head on Phil's chest as she looked at the window. She grabbed onto his shirt when she heard when she heard another low rumble of thunder. "But it's loud..."

"I know, I don't like the sound much either," Phil replied. "But it can't hurt you. Here, come see." Holding her close, he got off the bed and walked over to the window. Lexie looked outside at the downpour curiously, gasping when a bolt of lightning lit up the sky as it struck down in the distance.

Phil laughed quietly. "Wasn't that cool, Lex?" he asked.

After a moment of realizing her dad wasn't afraid of the bright light, Lexie laughed a little too. "Yeah, Daddy. It was cool!" she answered. "Again?"

"Yeah, maybe." Phil smiled down at his daughter, watching as she looked back up at him and returned the smile. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug.

"Not scared now," she said. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Lex."


"See you in a couple days. Love you too, Beth. Bye." Jeff ended the call on his cell phone before heading back toward the bar. But he stopped and watched as the door to the hotel opened, and a laughing Drew and Taryn walked into the lobby, both soaked.

"Hey, guys," the younger Hardy greeted.

"Oh, hi, Jeff," Drew said once he stopped laughing.

Jeff laughed a little and shook his head as he looked at the couple. "Looks like you guys had fun," he replied. "Do you want to have a quick drink with us?"

"No thanks, Jeff," Taryn told him with a smile. "I just want to get out of these wet clothes. Another time?"

"Sure, sounds good." Jeff nodded. "Night. See you guys tomorrow."

"Good night, Jeff."

Jeff watched as Drew and Taryn went up the stairs to the second floor before turning and going back into the bar. When he got back to the table with his laughing friends, he saw that they had all finished their drinks.

"Hey, Jeffro," Matt said as his younger brother sat back down next to him. "How's Britt?"

Before Jeff could say anything, the group fell silent as they looked up when the lights on the ceiling flickered, a loud crash of thunder echoing around them. "Dam thunderstorm. Always messes with the lights..." the bartender muttered to himself from behind the counter.

Adam sighed and leaned back in his chair, pulling his cell phone out to check the time. "Well, I hate to say I call it a night, but I'm calling it a night," he said while stifling a yawn. "Long day, and we're going to have another one tomorrow."

"Don't worry about your glasses, I've got them," the bartender told them as he came over to their table. "You all have a good night."

Adam smiled at him. "Thank you," he replied. "You too." Then, he turned to his other three. "See you guys tomorrow."

"Bye." Jeff watched as Adam and Jay left, shortly followed by John. He sighed as he got his feet, smiling when Matt did the same. "I suppose we should head back too, huh?"

"Yeah, probably," Matt muttered. "Let's go." He watched as the bartender continued to pick up their glasses. "Thanks."

The bartender smiled. "No problem. Good night."

"Good night." Matt followed Jeff out of the bar, sighing with relief as they began to head up to their room. It was going to be great to get a good night's sleep.


The woman left the bathroom and made her way through the bar back to her table. She sighed when she sat down, seeing that a man was now sitting across from her. "I take it he called you too?" she asked, putting her cell phone back in her purse.

"Yep. I just got into town not too long ago. Thought I'd find you here," the man answered. "He told me he's going to wait to see how tonight goes before we make any definite plans."

"Has he ever had a plan?" the woman wondered with a slight smile. "After our original plan failed when Shane and his helpers got stopped, it sounded like he just let it play out."

"Well, remember not everyone is with us anymore," the man muttered. "It's only us three now. A couple people left and Shane is dead..."

The woman nodded. "We just have to continue on, right?"

The man smirked. "Exactly. And we will."

The stopped talking for a moment when a bartender approached their table and set two beers in front of them. "I took the liberty while you were gone," the man said, opening his bottle.

"Well, thank you." The woman opened her bottle as well, and they clinked them together. "To Shane."

"To Shane."

Author's Note: Okay! This is going to be kind of like the first one where you guys can try to guess the bad guys (being that there is more than one). Thanks for reading, guys! Your reviews are much appreciated. Thanks!