Roman locked his car and strode towards Seth who was already standing outside waiting for his two friends to join him. All three of them had been called in for a meeting all of the sudden.

"What do you think this is about?" Roman asked as he reached Seth.
"I have no idea," Seth answered.
"Oh, there's Dean," Roman said.

Dean pulled into the parking lot and parked his car. Just as Roman seconds before he locked his car and strode towards his two friends.

"Did you guys hear they found that Paris girl?" Dean asked as he reached them.
"Paris who?" Seth asked.
"Don't you remember? She went missing three years ago on her way home from work. Everyone assumed she had committed suicide due to her not having anything in her life other than her work," Dean filled in the blanks.
"Oh yeah, vaguely," Seth said.
"So did they find her body?" Roman asked.
"No, she's alive. She's been kidnapped for all these year. She wasn't from around here but she's been here for all that time," Dean answered.
"What?" Roman asked shocked.
"Yeah, apparently the kidnapper brought her here. And the worst thing is that they don't have the guy. Some neighbour got suspecious and called it in and they found her chained up in the basement. Turns out that he didn't even own the house and had given the neighbours a fake name all these years. I just heard it on the radio on my way over there. They found her a couple of days ago but the news hasn't gotten out till today," Dean said.
"That's fucked up," Seth said.

They walked in silence the rest of the way through the halls until they reached Stephanie's office. She sat there waiting for them with a smile on her face.

"Hey boss lady," Dean smiled at her as they all entered.
"What's on your mind for this special meeting?" Roman asked.
"I need you to do some charity work," she answered.
"Okay. You could just have said so over the phone," Seth said.
"No, I need you to do it now as in right now. You heard about the kidnapped girl Paris?" She asked.
"Dean just filled us in a bit," Roman answered.
"They got some trouble making her talk," she said.
"She hasn't said anything?" Dean asked.
"No, she talks. She just doesn't say the things they want her to, like the name of whoever held her captive," she answered.
"Stockholm syndrome?" Roman asked.
"I don't know. But that's where you three come in," she answered.

She gave them a little secret smile before continuing.

"When she was found, there was a tv running in the basement on one channel. Care to guess which one?" Her smile grew a little wider.
"She's been watching wrestling?" Seth asked.
"All three years," she answered.
"I like her already," Dean chuckled.
"Bonus point if you guess her three favourite wrestlers," she chuckled too.
"Another Shield girl," Seth said.
"So what do you need from us?" Roman asked.
"I just need you to pay her a little visit and get her spirit up. She needs to open up and she needs to eat. They got trouble getting food in her and she doesn't look healthy after being locked up for three years. She hasn't seen much sun or been given a proper diet. She's still in the hospital and that's where you're heading right now too," she said.

They nodded and left the office. They agreed on driving in one car instead of three separate. They made their way to the hospital in ten minutes time. The staff was already briefed about them coming but no one had told Paris. They hoped this surprise would somehow help.

She sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms and head leaned down on it. She wasn't watching the door and it gave them a few seconds to take in the pale girl in front of them. Stephanie hadn't been kidding. She wasn't looking healthy at all.

"Hey there, lost girl," Dean broke the silence.

Her head snapped up fast to the sound of his voice. She could recognize his voice anywhere after watching him on tv so many times. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped as she looked at the three men standing in front of her.

"I take it from your reaction you know who we are," Roman said and smiled warmly.
"Shield," she could barely get the word over her lips.
"That's right, lost girl, and we're here for your entertainment," Dean said and moved over to the bed. "Damn girl, you're so pale that I suspect you're related to Sheamus."

She let out a little laugh and all three men breathed sighs of relief. She seemed easy enough to reach so far.

"May I join you?" Dean asked.
"Mmm hmm," she answered and moved over.

He sat down next to her on the bed and put his arm around her shoulders. She was cold but it made sense with the way her body looked. Without thinking he used his free hand to pull the blanket up over her legs.

"So I hear you haven't been eating. Is that true?" He asked.

She looked like a child afraid to be disciplined by those words and he quickly continued in a soft tone.

"You gotta eat," he said.
"Meatballs," she said.
"You want meatballs?" Seth asked.
"They served meatballs last night. I don't eat meat," she said.
"Oh, you're a vegetarian. Nothing wrong with that. Why didn't you ask for something else?" Seth asked.
"I did. Just some bread. They said bread was only for lunch," she answered.
"What screwed up place is this?" Dean asked.
"But you've eaten today?" Roman asked.
"Bread for lunch," she answered.
"No breakfast?" Roman asked.
"They serve omelette for breakfast. I can't get that down," she answered.
"Why not?" Dean asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down ashamed. He gave her shoulder a squeeze and gently nudged her head with his.

"Come on, lost girl. No secrets between us. We won't tell anyone about what you're telling us," he said.
"He served the same each day for three years. Omelette for breakfast, carrots for lunch, boiled potatoes for dinner," she said lowly.
"That's it? That's all you got to eat for three years?" Seth asked shocked.
"Mmm hmm," she answered.
"No wonder you look like you do. I'm amazed you're still able to walk on such a fucked up diet," Dean said.
"No wonder you can't get omelette down anymore," Roman agreed.

They all stared at Seth as the alarm on his phone went off.

"Sorry guys. Time to get back to the arena for tonight's show," he said and looked at her. "You'll be watching us, right?"
"Mmm hmm," she answered and smile.
"Gosh, you're cute when you say that sound instead of yes," Dean chuckled.

She blushed by his words and looked down.

"Aw, I made you blush. Did you guys see that? I made her blush," Dean laughed.
"Dean, don't be an asshole," Roman laughed too.
"Listen here, lost girl," Dean said and gently pushed her head back up with his hand under her chin. "We'll come back tomorrow morning for a little visit. Anything you want us to bring?"
"No, you shouldn't," she said.
"Hey, forget about what you think we should. What is the one thing you've craved for three years and still haven't gotten?" He asked.
"Chocolate," she said with a little shy smile.
"By all means, you're getting chocolate then. Any kind of chocolate or something specific?" He asked.
"A mars bar?" She asked.
"Just one?" He asked back.
"Mmm hmm," she answered.
"I'll bring you a mars bar tomorrow," he said and kissed her forehead. "I promise. And if you know anything about Dean Ambrose and The Shield in general from watching us on tv, you know we always do what we say we'll do."

He pushed himself off the bed again and left the room with Seth and Roman. All three of them kept quiet as they walked out of the hospital, clearly turning everything around in their heads. It wasn't until they were back in the car they opened the conversation.

"Poor girl," Roman sighed as he turned on the car.
"She didn't look well at all," Seth said.
"But her eyes though," Dean said.
"What about them?" Roman asked.
"There was just something about them. This whole giant untold story hidden in them. They held so much sorrow and pain and still they sparkled when she saw us," Dean said. "Gosh, she has beautiful, green eyes."
"You like her," Roman laughed.
"I wanna know her," Dean said.
"This isn't about fixing something broken, is it?" Seth asked.
"I don't know. Yes and no. All I know is that I wanna see her again," Dean answered.