REPORTER #1: Wes, do you have any comment about the charges that you took ecstasy?

REPORTER #2: What really happened at the Kentucky Derby? Were teammates or coaching staff involved?

WELKER: Look, I have no comment, except to say that the charges against are me are not only false, but ludicrous. I would NEVER knowingly take drugs. I’m going to appeal this suspension. I believe, at this time, that someone slipped this substance into my drink at the Kentucky Derby. And I’m going to get to the bottom of who it was.

CHURCHILL DOWNS
LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY
11:17 A.M.

WELKER: Talk to me.

BENSON: So either we’re dealing with some creep who gets off on getting NFL players high, or someone’s got a major axe to grind with you. Where do we start?

WELKER: Security here at the clubhouse. I was in a high-traffic area. There must’ve been a camera trained on where I was sitting.

SECURITY OFFICER: Can I help you?

WELKER: Wes Welker. Denver Broncos. This is Detective Olivia Benson. We suspect someone slipped a tablet of MDMA in my drink in the clubhouse on the day of the Kentucky Derby. We wondered if we could take a look at the security tapes from the event.

SECURITY OFFICER: Well, considering fact that you’re not a police officer, don’t have a warrant even if you were, and I could get fired for showing you without the permission of management, I don’t see why not.

SOME NSA-LIKE NERVE CENTER WITH HIGH-TECH SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE
UNKNOWN
3:05 P.M.

STABLER: Any luck?

WELKER: Turns out I was in the perfect blind spot for all four cameras in the clubhouse. I’ve been going through this footage for hours to see if anyone suspicious has been coming or going, no dice. I guess I’ll just have to accept the suspension and …

STABLER: Wait … rewind it. Zoom in on that spoon lying on the bar. You can see a reflection.

WELKER: It appears to be some guy’s glasses.

STABLER: Which has a reflection.

WELKER: Looks like a mirror behind the bar.

STABLER: And the reflection on that is …

WELKER: A glass with somebody’s hand on it.

STABLER: Not just anybody’s glass.

WELKER: *stands up suddenly*

STABLER: Now enhance it.

WELKER: It’s eight pixels.

STABLER: I SAID ENHANCE IT. Now press the button that turns it into HD-quality video and press play.

*Welker and Stabler witness a man suddenly slip something into the beverage. The man looks up.*

WELKER: Come on. We’re going for a drive.

CHRIS MORTENSEN’S HOUSE
BRISTOL, CONNECTICUT
4:38 P.M.

WELKER: *knocks on the door, which suddenly flies open*

MORTENSEN: Mort here!

WELKER: *grabs Mortensen by the lapels and throws him up against the wall* You like slipping pills into people’s drinks, creep?

MORTENSEN: I … I don’t know what you’re talking about!

WELKER: WE’VE SEEN THE TAPE. What were you doing at the Churchill Downs clubhouse on the day of the Kentucky Derby? Why did you slip me ecstasy?

MORTENSEN: *suddenly calm* I’m sorry officer, can I see your warrant?

WELKER: TAKE THAT MIC AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS. I DON’T NEED A FUCKING WARRANT.

STABLER: Actually, we kind of do.

MORTENSEN’S WIFE: Honey, is everything OK? I heard a commotion.

MORTENSEN: *straightens tie* Everything is fine, sweetheart. These men were just leaving.

UNKNOWN RESIDENCE
UNKNOWN LOCATION
5:42 P.M.

*a shadowy figure sits in a darkened living room, cradling a glass of Scotch on the rocks. Across the sofa from him is a television, which flickers as the figure changes channels*

JAY GLAZER: Multiple sources inside Chris Mortensen’s house informed me that recently suspended Broncos wide receiver Wes Welker and a detective barged into Chris Mortensen’s house without a warrant and threatened the ESPN reporter, accusing him of slipping MDMA into …

*channel changes*

ADAM SCHEFTER: … the unprecedented action suggests that Welker is taking aggressive steps to appeal his suspension, but his actions at the Mortensen residence may have put him on the wrong side of the law and hurt his case for …

*channel changes*

CHRIS MORTENSEN: John, my sources have informed me that Wes Welker as recently as two hours ago was on his way to my house to threaten me. I’m waiting on the NFL’s spokesman to confirm the allegations, but if true, the incident would raise questions …

*TV switches off. The shadowy figure picks up the phone*

MALE VOICE: Perhaps it’s time for a conversation with Mr. Welker.

SOME NSA-LIKE NERVE CENTER WITH HIGH-TECH SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE
UNKNOWN
8:06 A.M.

BENSON: What the hell were you thinking?

WELKER: I’m sorry, I flew off the handle.

BENSON: Well, you’re on your own. In the meantime, I’ve been doing a little bit of digging on this Mortensen. Turns out ESPN didn’t send him to the Kentucky Derby that day. He was doing the bidding of someone else, based on the record of passes I pulled from our database of security that day.

WELKER: Who? And why?

BENSON: Ask him yourself. He’s here to see you.

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ROGER GOODELL: Hello, Wesley. I thought perhaps we could have a chat.

WELKER: I want answers.

GOODELL: I’ll get right to the point, Wesley. Football season starts today. And I can’t have any distractions. So if you sit down, I’ll tell you the truth. If you think you can handle it.

To be continued…