EN: I own nothing but my two OC's and the plot... As much as I would like to own JJ Watt lol! Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated! :)

Chapter 1

"How excited are you to start this new job?" Chrissy asked her best friend excitedly.

Trish smiled nervously. "Eh, I have mixed emotions about it."

"Mixed emotions?" Chrissy asked confused. "Trish, the head trainer of the Texans personally came to recruit you. That's a big deal. You should be beyond excited and super proud of yourself!"

Trish narrowed her eyes at her friend. "You know why…"

Chrissy rolled her eyes in response. "How long ago was that?"

"So what? I still feel like I made a mistake taking this job. I think I should have told him… Or something…"

"Told him?" Chrissy snapped. "You haven't even spoken to him since what? Junior year of college? You're just gonna pick up the phone and call him out of the blue and be like 'Oh hey, I just wanted to let you know the head trainer of your team went above and beyond, out of his way to recruit me to his staff… But… I just wanted to let you know we're gonna be working together?'"

Trish shrugged. "It wasn't that long ago really…"

"You guys were juniors in college for crying out loud!" Chrissy exclaimed, the frustration growing in her voice.

"I know…"

"How would you tell him?" Chrissy pressed. "Do you even have his number anymore?"

"No…" Trish answered softly.

"So stop beating yourself up over taking an opportunity of a lifetime Trish. If he's not mature enough to coexist with you professionally… Well then fuck him! That's his problem and he should grow the hell up!"

"But it's his team. He was here first… I feel like I at least owed him a heads up… Or maybe just make sure he'd be okay with me being here before I took the job offer as a courtesy," Trish tried to reason.

Chrissy's face turned bright red with frustration. She looked as if she would blow her top at any moment. Trish mentally braced herself for the upcoming verbal onslaught. Luckily the training room door swung open, and in walked Geoff Kaplan, the Houston Texan's Head Athletic Trainer, which luckily stifled Chrissy's impending barrage.

"Ah there you are dear!" Geoff greeted her with a warm smile as he hurried over to her.

"Hello Mr. Kaplan," she returned his greeting, extending her hand to shake his.

"Geoff, call me Geoff," he corrected her, taking her small hand into his large hand, shaking it firmly.

"Geoff," she corrected herself. "This is my best friend Chrissy," Trish said, nodding towards her.

"Hello darling," he greeted warmly. "Okay… So here's today's game plan. The team is already here practicing. They're actually finishing up," he said as he glanced at his watch. "We're going to have the guys come into the locker room and then we're going to have a short meeting with them and get you introduced to them. After that I'm just going to work with you the rest of the week to get you acclimated with our system and procedures, and then I'm really just going to throw you into the mix. I'm going to have you on the field with me on Sunday for the game because I already know what you're capable of and I think working with me this week and you'll be just fine jumping into the mix. Oh, scratch that. I think I'm going to have you start working with the guys as soon as Friday, then on the field with me Sunday. Sound good?"

Trish's stomach immediately began to flood with butterflies. Her hands began to sweat and get clammy.

"Trish?"

"Oh… Uh… Yes Mr… I mean, Geoff."

Geoff smiled. "Great! Chrissy, I'm sure you already know where Trish's office is?"

Chrissy nodded her head in response to his question.

"Perfect. You wait for her there and Trish, you follow me and we'll get you introduced."

Trish followed behind her new boss in silent agony. Wave after wave of nausea came crashing down on her. Her legs felt like wobbly jelly and her anxiety soared through the roof. The further they got down the empty hallway, the louder it got. She could now hear the dull roar of the team behind the locker room doors.

"Okay my dear. You wait here for a minute, I'll give an introduction, and then I'll come get you."

"Okay then," Trish answered with a nervous smile.

Geoff disappeared behind the locker room doors and the dull roar of the players talking subsided. She could hear Geoff making his speech and she started twisting her fingers nervously. She could hear footsteps towards the door, it swung open, and she was met by Geoff's smiling face.

"Come on in."

Trish walked through the open door and followed Geoff to the front of the locker room. She could hear soft whispers and hated the feeling of all eyes being on her.

"Guys, I'm proud to introduce you to our new Assistant Trainer and my right hand ma… I mean woman… Trish," Geoff announced, beaming with pride in his new staff member.

The players and coaches gave her a welcoming clap. Trish tried in vain to stop her face from turning red from the embarrassment she felt. Being the center of attention was something she always hated.

"Alright guys. I know you're going to treat her with the same courteousness and professionalism you do me. It already seems like I've embarrassed her enough, so I'm not going to make her give a speech or anything, but she's already begun moving into her office and she'll be available towards the end of the week. I'm planning on her to be on the field starting with Friday's practice and then she will be working with me on Sunday for game time. And with that, I'm done, and I'll let you guys go."

Trish quickly scurried out of the locker room and headed directly to the refuge of her office.

"So how did the meeting go?" Chrissy asked, looking up from her phone.

"Did I ever tell you how much I hate being the center of attention?"

Chrissy smiled. "All the time..."

"We'll... I hope I get to see more of her... And I mean a whole lot more of her! She's hot!" Teammate Arian Foster commented, watching her walk out the door. "Right?"

There was silence from Arian's teammate who was sitting next to him.

"Right?"

Still no response.

"Helloooooo?" Arian asked in an exaggerated tone as he waved his hand in front of his teammates face. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

His teammate sat in complete silence, his mouth hung open slightly, a total blank look on his face. Arian wasn't sure if he was in awe of the new girl's beauty or if he was in shock about something.

Arian placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and gave him a slight shake. "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"That's my girl… My ex girl friend…" he finally blurted out.

"Wait… What? She's your ex girlfriend?" Arian asked confused.

"That's my ex girlfriend… We… We dated in college," JJ Watt reiterated, blinking slowly.

Arian paused a moment, taking in the whole conversation. "Just remember that I didn't know she was your ex when I said she was hot and you finally come to," he quipped with an innocent smile, then braced himself for a barrage from his teammate.

JJ dropped his helmet on the bench and quickly pulled off his shoulder pads, tossing them to the ground. Without saying a word, JJ darted out of the locker room. He looked up and down the hallway in search of her, but she was nowhere to be found.

It was now Friday and JJ was running drills with the rest of his teammates in preparation of their upcoming game on Sunday against the Indianapolis Colts. JJ attempted to scan the side lines as often as he could in search of the girl who had somehow managed to elude him since Monday.

Running back up the field during one of the routine drills, he finally spotted her on the sideline working with Garrett Graham who was suffering from cramps in his calf. JJ wanted to drop everything he was doing and make a dash for the sideline to her before he lost her again. His coach called in the players for a quick pep talk before releasing them to hit the gym for their own personalized workouts.

As soon as the coach was through with his speech, JJ stood up and quickly looked to the spot where she was, and just as he thought, she was already gone. JJ trotted across the field and down the tunnels into the locker room. He pushed through the locker room door with much more force than necessary. The locker room door bounced off the wall with a loud bang. He tossed his helmet across the locker room in frustration. He made his way over to his locker and stood there, staring at the ceiling in silence. He finally let out a loud sigh and sat down.

"You alright man?" Arian asked.

JJ didn't say anything, just shook his head 'no.'

This time Arian didn't say anything. He just gave JJ a reassuring pat on the back. "Gotta get your head into the game man. Big game coming up on Sunday. We gotta be prepared."

JJ remained silent again. He just nodded his head in agreement. Arian went back to removing his pads to get ready to hit the gym for a workout. JJ leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. He brought his hands up and rested his face in his hands. He sat there for a long moment in silent thought. After a few moments, he finally sprung up out of the chair and headed out of the locker room.

"Yeah that's fine Garrett. I'll let Geoff know about the cramps you're getting in that ca…"

"Finally!" a voice broke in, interrupting Trish mid-sentence.

Trish's eyes darted away from the player in front of her and to the new voice. Her stomach dropped when she came eye-to-eye with JJ Watt. She couldn't get her brain to process any form of coherent thoughts, so she sat there in silence.

"It's about time I finally found you," JJ continued.

"Finally found me?" Trish asked softly.

"Well yeah. We've been working for the same people for what, five days now? And this is the first time I've been able to find you," JJ quipped, almost sounding bitter.

"You… You know where my office is," Trish answered shortly.

JJ laughed loudly. "Oh yeah sure… I know where your office is, but actually catching you in it had become quite the challenge. I mean hell; I couldn't even get a hold of you when we were on the same fucking field!"

Garrett shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"JJ, can we not do this right now?"

"If not now then when? I mean shit you've managed to elude me for this long!" JJ scoffed.

"I'm a… I'm just gonna go…" Garrett said softly as he quickly got up and darted out of Trish's office.

Trish could feel the anger beginning to build inside from JJ's accusations. "Elude you?" she repeated through clenched teeth.

"Yeah… Elude, duck, hide…Whatever you'd like to call it."

"I'm not hiding from anyone," Trish snapped, cutting JJ off.

"Could have fooled me," JJ spat, crossing his arms across his chest. "We work at the same fuckin place and somehow you manage to elude me since Monday? Every time I try to find you, you're magically gone? Sounds pretty suspicious to me."

"Suspicious?" Trish repeated. She could feel the venom building inside her. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. "I wasn't aware that I needed to check in with you. I thought that stopped years ago when we broke up because you decided you wanted to sleep with my friend while you were still dating me!" The words flowing angrily from her mouth and she couldn't stop them.

JJ stood in a stunned silence for a minute, taken back by what she had just said. Momentarily bringing him back to that day when Trish came back to her dorm early from class because her professor had been sick and canceled class only to find him in bed with her roommate.

Trish stood up from her desk. "You know what? Whatever JJ! I'm not doing this right now! I'm not having this conversation!"

She went to walk out the door, but JJ gently grabbed her by the arm before she could get away. "Wait," he said softer this time.

Trish pulled her arm away from him. "No. I don't have anything to say to you!" She continued out of her office and down the hallway.

JJ stood in the doorway of her office, watching her until she disappeared. He sighed loudly, leaning back against the door. He banged the back of his head against the door as he replayed the events that had just taken place over and over in his head. "Fuck!" he shouted loudly in frustration. "Way to fuckin go JJ! That's the epitome of what wasn't supposed to happen!"