Christie continued to enter in criminal records that were sent back from the researcher. It was a wonder how there were so many criminals and how many of them their client hired. Granted, their client was hiring people for a call center so it wasn't like these people would be working with children or the elderly, but still. Possession of marijuana, evading arrest, as well as contempt of court, that was just a bit too much for her tastes. Although, she was used to it as she had been with her company for 7 years now. True she had once wanted to pursue a career in the limelight, but she learned quickly that introverted people are just not meant to be on stage.

It was finally noon and Christie logged out of the server and minimized the windows. On her desktop was none other than Sheamus, the Celtic Warrior. It had been a little more than three months since she met him. Every day she would think about it and allow that memory to pull a smile from her face. She no longer hoped that he would call her or even text her. He was just being nice and that was why he didn't give her his number. It wasn't a surprise in the least. The guy was famous for Christ's sake. He would be better off with an older woman, closer to his age, and one of the model varieties. Christie was just another girl next door with her large green eyes that were more hazel than green and her long brown hair that seemed to have a red tint in the sun. Her skin was slightly tanned, but had more of a yellow hue to it due to her Italian roots. All in all, she was pretty ordinary. Her body definitely wasn't amazing in her eyes. She aimed to look something like Mickie James, but that would require much more extensive training and with college and work, there just wasn't enough time in the day.

A flash caught the corner of Christie's eye and she glanced at her phone. It was on silent and on the front of the screen was an unknown number. The woman bites her bottom lip thinking that she shouldn't pick it up. She was very adamant about screening her calls, because she didn't really receive calls. People would rather e-mail her or text her since her phone is always on silent. Despite her best judgment, Christie picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Christie?"

It wasn't a familiar voice at all and she debated on hanging up on the individual, but she stayed on the line, not wanting to be rude.

"Yeah, this is she."

"My name is Mike. I am called from WWE. I was told to get your address so we could send you tickets to the show that is coming up in four months."

"Are you sure this isn't some kind of scam? Do you need my credit card number or something?"

"No ma'am. A superstar has paid for your tickets and invited you to come to the show."

There was just no way. There was no way he remembered her. If so why wasn't he calling? Silly question, he was probably busy with training or practicing for the next show after all it was Tuesday and he would be recording tonight. It was too bad that Stephen would record on Tuesday and she would have to wait until Friday to see him.

"Christie? Are you still there?"

"Oh yes, sorry I spaced out a bit."

The gentleman on the other side of the line laughed a little.

"It's not a problem. I do it all the time. Now, your address please and an email address so you can keep up with the shipping information."

"Sure..." Christie then gave him her information. He thanked her and they hung up.

Christie starred at her phone for a moment not really sure what had just happened. She knew there was a show coming up, but she didn't have the money for it this time around. It was incredible luck that she was able to go still. Her lips upturned into a goofy looking grin as her co-worker stepped into the room. She gazed over her shoulder her green eyes bright with excitement.

"Whoa...", Chris said smiling back at her, "...you look excited about something. Should I be worried?"

A little yelp of joy escaped Christie's mouth. Chris took a step back with a fictitious worried look on his face. Christie jumped up and stalked him down before reaching up to grip his shoulders. She shook him as she spoke enunciating each word.

"I got free tickets to go to Smackdown!"

Chris blinked registering what she had just said then beamed down at her.

"Exciting. Are you going alone again?"

"I think so. I am not sure how many tickets they are sending. I didn't even think to ask.

"If there is a second ticket I could go with you."

An incredulous look fell upon Christie's face. She took a step back releasing the taller man. "And let Stephen see me with another man? You are out of your mind."

Chris frowned at that. "It's not like he will even notice you. He is similar to an actor. Fans aren't real people to him."

Her face fell at that. Of course he was right. Stephen was just playing his role as an idol who adores his fans. That was why she was to receive tickets.

With a sigh she mumbled a "fine".

"I can come with you?"

"Sure... just don't get all clingy. We aren't going on a date. You are coming as a friend to protect me from the crazies..."

After Chris left the room Christie pouted at her desk. She moved her mouse and her screen saver turned off allowing her to see Sheamus again before she went back to work skipping lunch yet again.

Nimble fingers tugged on loose strands of hair, tucking and weaving them until her hair was in a long braid that fell over her shoulder and chest. She put on a light coat of foundation, power, and minimal blush. A thin line of eye-liner was applied to her eyelids as well as mascara. Christine enjoyed a more natural face and she couldn't stand it when girls would hide behind all of it. She quickly applied chap-stick, a spray of her favorite perfume, and took one more look at herself in the mirror. She had lost a bit of weight since Stephen saw her last. She was down one dress size and chooses this opportunity to show it. She wore a forest green color that made her eyes look nearly gray and her hair just a bit redder. It feels to her mid-thigh and was loose just past her waist. She wore a cropped jean jacket with it and a pair of brown gladiator heels that were more casual than flashy. Christie smiled before grabbing her things off the counter including her cell, chap-stick, I.D., $50, and the tickets.

Christie nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a honk at the front. Chris was obviously impatient. She hurried out the door and made sure to lock it. The key was then returned to its hiding place before she ran down the walkway to his car. She slid into the passenger seat with ease and ignored his eyes wandering over her form. It was a moment later that they were on their way to Smackdown that warm Tuesday evening.

"You look great..." Chris said keeping his eyes on the road.

"Thanks." Was the only response she could think of giving him. She was so nervous to see Stephen again that her stomach felt like it was literally knotted making her feel just slightly queasy.

"You okay?"

"Of course I am."

"Not in the mood for a conversation?"

"Not really..."

"I see. I feel like this might be a very unpleasant evening..."

Christie turned her head to look at him with a quizzical expression. A sigh then escaped her lips as her face softened to look a bit more apologetic.

"Chris I am sorry. You know how worked up I get."

"He won't even notice you are there."

"It's better to be hopeful right?"

He let out a sigh as they pulled into the parking lot and was directed where to park.

Christie was out of the car in a flash and walking so quickly that Chris had to run to catch up to her from where he locked his car.

"Hey wait for me dammit!"

Christie paused and glanced over her shoulder. He looked pissed and she winced at the nasty look he was giving her. Her head was obviously somewhere else.

When he caught up they walked together to the front and allowed the team to scan their tickets. Christie was then stopped by the man who scanned them and asked which one of them was Christine. Christie nearly laughed as the answer was obvious.

"That's me."

"Well I was instructed to give you this."

He pulled out a necklace type object that had a card at the end of it saying backstage pass. Christie's eyes lit up and she looked at Chris who was glaring dagger into the plastic object. She ignored his bad attitude and slid the pass over her head. The man then instructed her to go to her seat and she would be allowed backstage after the show. She beamed at him before uttering a thank you.

Chris and Christie followed the rest of the crowd and made it down to the floor section. Christie was in shock as the attendant guided them to front and center. Chris did what seemed to be a happy dance and began ranting on how awesome this was. Christie was only laughing with giddy excitement as they took their seat and waited for the show to begin.

A/N: Sorry there was not Sheamus in this one. I would really love to see reviews. Any feedback is wonderful. If I could do something better let me know! Also, if you have ideas that you would like to be seen please tell me and I will work on adding ideas that work well with the story. Thank you everyone for reading!