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As they stand above Wade' s corpse with shovels in hand, the three girls contemplate if they really can go through with this. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," says Paige.

"This was your idea, Paige." Summer responds.

"You know how I am. I talk a lot of shit. It is not too late to go to the cops. It was self defense." She's desperate in her plea. The last thing she wants is for any of them to get into trouble.

"We can't go to the police. It doesn't matter if it was self-defense. Wade's father will make sure Alicia fries for this and make sure that you and I never see the light of day again." Summer says a little too loudly.

Alicia, who's already shaken up, looks at the two of them before wiping her eyes. "I cannot go to jail. It won't end well for me." She starts digging a hole, completely ignoring her two friends. She doesn't want to do this but she doesn't have a choice; she has everything to lose by confessing to the murder.

Summer is the next one to start digging, just wanting to get this over with. They still have a lot to do afterwards to make sure their DNA is nowhere to be found. Paige hesitantly joins them, still very much against this. Why did she have to mention getting rid of the body?

While she wants to protect Alicia, Summer and herself, she's aware of what will happen if the truth ever comes out. They'll be no way of getting themselves out of it if caught. "We make a pact right now." The British woman speaks up before they actually go through with this. "We never breathe a word of this to anyone. We're gonna get asked a lot of questions when they find the body. We need to have our story straight. Agreed?"

"Agreed," the blonde and Alicia say in unison. It's obvious that they have no idea what they're doing and the fear is definitely written all over their face. Who could blame them since they had just committed murder?

The raven-haired woman finishes digging the hole while Alicia and Summer maneuver Wade's body over to it, both careful to wear gloves so that there's no way to trace them to the scene of the crime. Not one of them has any idea what this actually entails, believing it's easier said than done. The British woman, despite protesting way too much about it, is relieved that Wade will no longer be able to beat her any more. She has always wanted to get out of the relationship but never wished such a fate on him.

Rolling his body into the hole, Paige looks down at that dead man and touches her face; the cut on her face is now consumed of dried blood and dirt. There's a part of her that's angry and wants to do more damage, but the other part of her is telling her to let it go, that it's over with. He'll never put his hands on her again. Feeling the rage however, Paige starts covering his body with the dirt they had just dug up, her friends following in tow.

Almost half an hour later, they start getting rid of the trail they made with the tire tracks and their shoes with a couple of blankets from the back of Paige's car. Beforehand they also made sure to cover the interior of her car with plastic so none of Wade's DNA was found. Grabbing a trash bag out of the trunk, they dispose of the blankets and their shoes, dropping them in a nearby lake.

They're all quiet on the drive back to the dorms, stopping off at a Payless first so they can get some shoes. They didn't want anyone getting any kind of idea. Once they get back everything will be smooth sailing. At least that's what they believe. They still have a bloodstained carpet to take care of back in Paige and Summer's dorm.

"Our story is that we were hanging in Alicia's room when the murder happened. We watched Mean Girls on DVD and we had a bowl of popcorn with it. We then talked about our plans for Winter break. We decided to go home. Got it?" It may not be the most believable story, but if they all stay on the same page then it's harder to prove as a lie.

The moment they walk through those doors, everything changes – they are now forcing smiles when they stumble across Summer's boyfriend who looks like he is sneaking out of another room, making the blonde woman roll her eyes. "I've got bigger fish to fry. I'll be in your room in about ten minutes. Let me go dump Dolph for the millionth time for cheating."

As hard as it is to laugh at how oblivious her friend is to the relationship she's in, Paige and Alicia snag a look at each other before traipsing down the hallway in order to get to the place they need to get to as soon as possible. Once they take in how quiet it is, they creep inside, making sure to not turn on the light until the door is shut and locked.

Upon doing so, they drink in the giant bloodstain from Wade on Paige's carpet. How are they supposed to get rid of this without raising any eyebrows? Going to the closet, Paige pulls out some cleaning supplies, hoping it's enough to get it cleaned up for the time being; the raven-haired woman has a plan but in the meantime, this has to get taken care of straight away.

Handing Alicia some gloves, the two go at it before getting a scare when there's an urgent knock at the door. The African-American woman acts without thinking and sits herself on the stain just in case it's someone other than Summer. "Who is it?" Paige calls out – there's some shakiness to her voice when she asks the question.

"It's Brie," one half of the college campus' twins calls through the other side of the door. "Are you okay, Paige? You don't sound too good."

Hesitant, the goth woman pulls open her door and greets the Bella twin with a smile—a forced one at that but still—inviting her in. "Summer's not here. She's fighting with Dolph. What's up?" She casually shoves her hands into the pocket of her jeans. It's hard for her to act so normal when she just helped cover up a crime that one of her best friends committed.

"I actually came to talk to you about you and Wade – look, I know Nicole and I haven't been the nicest to you but… as someone who's been in an abusive relationship, I just want you to know that if you want to talk about it then you can come knock on my door; Nikki saw you leaving Wade's tonight looking pretty beat up and she was worried."

As much as she appreciates the gesture considering the Bella Twins have always had it out for her, there's still the big elephant in room, the one Alicia's hiding as best as she can. "Thank you. And tell Nikki I said thank you as well. How about you and I do lunch some time and you can help me figure out my next move." She hates the idea of spending an hour with someone she absolutely despises but at this point there's no other way to get her out than to go through with it.

"Awesome. Just get my number from Summer and we'll arrange something," Brie's a bit too happy about the idea when she pulls Paige into a hug. "I'm here for you." Then she lets go, waves goodbye to both women and shuts the door on her way out.

Turning to face a hysterical Alicia, the British woman shrugs her shoulders. "What was I supposed to do? She wasn't going to leave unless we talked about it. Besides, I'm not the one who's sitting in blood." She points out to which the tall woman quickly removes herself and starts yelling obscenities because it's now on her pants. "Thanks for taking one for the team."

"Well it's either protect us or go to jail – we all have a lot to lose if this ever gets out."

"It won't. Alicia, I'm scared to death but this will ruin us – it'll be considered manslaughter since we covered it up. There's no turning back. Are you going to be able to live with this secret? You're sort of bad when it comes to stuff like this."

"What choice do I have, Paige?" She speaks in a lower voice. "I killed Wade Barrett. You and Summer still have time to get out of this. I'll understand too."

"No. We're all in this together – as much as I'm dying inside because of what happened, we did the world a favor. I hate to say that, but it's true; Wade had it coming. He dug his grave a long time ago. Had you not shown up when you had tonight, I'd probably be the one underground. It was either he or I."

Their conversation is cut short when Summer bursts in, wiping tears away. Paige doesn't understand why the blonde is so upset over her breakup when they have broken up before; Dolph always has a way of saying the right stuff to make the blonde forgive him and then it repeats continuously – the guy is as big a douche as Wade, except without the abuse part.

"I don't want to talk about it," says the usually unruly woman – it appears that this time is a lot different than all the other times. "Fine. He slept with Nikki. I thought her and I were friends." Most often the blonde woman would find Dolph with some unfamiliar woman and she'd brush it off, dump him and not even blink an eye over it. This time, however, is different.

"And I just made a lunch date with Brie." When she sees the bulging eyes of her recently single friend, Paige puts her hands up in defense. "While Alicia and I were in the midst of taking care of the carpet, she stopped by. It was the only way to get her to leave. Had I known about Nikki, I never would have agreed."

"You know what? Dolph doesn't deserve my tears – besides, we have bigger things to worry about. What do we do about the carpet after the stain is gone? Investigators are going to want to check it out and shit."

"I have an idea. Let's just get one thing taken care of at a time. I'll deal with getting a new carpet put in tomorrow."

They still have no idea just how in over their heads they are. If they think everything is just going to smooth over, they're dead wrong. Dead wrong.


Two weeks have passed by and Seth and Dean are called into their supervisor's office, leaving them in a flurry of confusion. They can't help but wonder what it is they have done this time to get them called in, but Dean can't wait to hear what has to be said. He's at the point where he wants to be fired.

Upon coming inside, they see Roman Reigns with a scowl on his face, probably because the prospect of being in the same room with two guys he can't stand is something he's not ready for; Seth is the more calm of the three, greeting his boss and Roman with a hello before taking his seat. "What's up?"

"You and Dean have been assigned to an undercover operation. Roman's going as well. Since you two are our youngest guys on the force, it makes you the perfect choice, even though I'd rather have someone more experienced on this case."

"Sir, I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult," Dean folds his arm across his chest, still standing – he's not one to do things the old fashioned way. He likes to stand out rather than to blend in. "I'd say thank you but since Roman's going to be babysitting us, I won't."

"You think I like having two of the most irresponsible, inexperienced and insane guys on the force as my partners in this? Think again, Ambrose – Captain, I can swing this on my own. Let the professionals handle this one; they're going to screw it up just like they do with everything else."

Rolling his eyes at the Samoan man, Dean finally takes his seat beside Seth and gives him a goofy look. "Or you can let me and Seth in on this so we can prove that we're not screw ups. Just because we haven't been as successful as you, Reigns, doesn't mean we're not cut out for this; I think it's pretty childish how you throw us under the bus ninety percent of the time when you want to look good." Seeing the expression on Reigns' face, Dean shrugged. "Yeah, I said it."

"You little shit," Roman says, trying to contain his anger. "You can't take responsibility for all your mistakes and that's why you suck at this job."

"I suck? You're the one who's constantly kissing Levesque's ass – that's why you're in such a good position here." Now that he's let his feelings out of the bag, there's no way of taking it bag even though it may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

"That's enough!" Levesque hollers at both men. "Dean, this is your chance to prove to everyone here that this is where you belong; believe it or not, I like you. I see potential in you and that's why I haven't fired you." Turning to his right-hand man, so to speak, he puts a hand on his shoulder. "Contain yourself. Look, they can pull this off. The first time they step out of line—which I'll know by the cameras they'll be wearing—they're off the case."

Sighing under his breath, Seth surprises everyone when he decides to speak up. "So this is a babysitting gig? Dean and I do the hard work and then Roman gets credit for it? If that's how this is going to be then I want no part of it, thank you."

"Roman's going to be working with you – he, too, is going undercover. He just won't be as hands on as you and Dean. We found the body of Wade Barrett out in the woods. We have two suspects but there's no proof that they had anything to do with it. We want you and Dean to pose as college students to get close to them to see if maybe they know something."

"A murder case? We're so in," Dean throws a victorious fist in the air. "This is the shit I'm talking about. Who are our suspects?"

Throwing two pictures of two unknown women up on his projector, Levesque goes on to answer his question. "The one on the left is Paige Knight – Barrett's girlfriend. The one on the right is Summer Rae – Paige's best friend and right-hand gal. These two are our key in to finding out who murdered this young man. His father's wanting answers as quickly as possible."

"And want us to do what exactly? Con them into falling in love with us so that they'll open up to us? That's child's play," Dean once again speaks up; there's one thing he doesn't like and that's messing with people's feelings. Plus, it just seems so high school to do something like this. "I mean I thought we were all out of high school."

"Ambrose, you can do whatever you like with Summer, but just get us the answers. That's an order."

"Wait, why do I get blondie? We're gonna wind up killing each other. She's probably one of those high maintenance chicks who won't eat more than a salad on a date. It kind of kills any interest in her."

"I need Seth on Paige – they have similar backgrounds and it'll make it a lot easier for them to click. After Christmas break is over, you two will start on this assignment. You're getting Wade Barrett's old room so maybe you'll find some clues as to what happened to him. You're dismissed."

No longer in the position to protest this insane idea, Dean and Seth rise from their seats and stare down Roman as he walks past them, simply shaking his head. There's a hint of a smirk on his face, like he knows they're going to screw it up again – the only reason they want to do this is so they can throw it in everyone's face that they're not constant screw ups like everyone pegs them.

Whatever it is that's in store for them with this assignment, they're prepared for it; but the fact that they're going to have only about four months to crack these two females and dig deep doesn't settle well with them. It's not easy to make someone fall in love with you in a matter of weeks to get to the bottom of things. Seth knows that. Dean knows that.

Deciding to go back to their apartment to talk strategy, Dean rants the entire walk home about Summer Rae and how he can already tell they're going to fight like hell considering how opposite they are. And the only thing Seth can do is merely offer a laugh, "You're already sprung on a woman you've never met. That's a new record."

"Very funny, Rollins. What about Paige? You look like you're going to have your hands full with that one."

"True. But I bet you I can get her to open up to me faster than Summer does with you." And like that, they shake on it, with whoever winning taking claim of who closed the case.

Neither one of them is aware of what's to come in the coming months – their main concern is keeping their jobs and proving themselves. Paige Knight and Summer Rae are the least of their worries even though they should be their priority. It's safe to say they're getting in over their heads and there's no way they're getting out of this without a few scars.