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Present Day

Seth walked into a house that was more like a mansion, with his best friends, Roman and Dean. It was three floors, with a gravel road, leading up to the house. Stone and bricks, spotless windows, two garages, security cameras in every place you can think of around the outside of the house, a gate surrounding the house itself, and that was just the outside. It was built about a couple of years ago, so it's still fairly new. The inside of the house was just as great, if not better, than the outside.

The three of them were joining a group of guys that were hired to be part of a security team for one of the daughters of Margaret and James Vanderbilt. The couple had four children together, with this team being for their youngest. Margaret Vanderbilt is a duchess, and her husband James is a Duke. They've lived in England their entire lives and met when the two were still teenagers. It wasn't until James returned from his first tour with the British Army, that their friendship blossomed into a romance.

Walking into the house, hardwood floors were under their feet. There was a closet by the door, and a small seat right across from it. As the house opened into much larger space, there were marble floors and a large staircase, with white pillars that eventually led to the staircase going into two separate directions. The living room had a large flat screen television, with speakers on each side and a glass table in between the television and the charcoal couch that, though it was large and long in length, looked cozy with the fireplace. There were pictures of family and friends and candles that had been turned off but looked as if it had been recently used. The kitchen was probably larger than any house that Seth has ever seen. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen, with a granite counter, several chairs and a few drawers as well as a grill on one side of the island. A stainless steel fridge, two ovens, a stove, a large sink, cabinets filled with plates and cups that were most likely used when there were guests over, and different ingredients for food. The large back yard has a lake in the distance with neatly trimmed grass, trees and views of other houses in the distance, and a cozy little area for people to grill and sit and enjoy a beautiful view of the sunset at the end of the day.

"Men, thanking you making it today." Said a voice from behind.

His name is Paul Levesque and he is the head of security. At over 6 feet tall and over 200 pounds, he was a large man. Very nice once you got to know him, but had no problem standing up for himself and the people he cared about. He's been with the Vanderbilt family for years and worked his way up to being head of the security team.

"Now as you know, Ms. Vanderbilt has been on a business trip for the last two weeks and is already on her way home. Should be getting here any time now." He says, which would explain why the place looks spotless, just in time for her return. "While we wait for her arrival, follow me and we'll go over a few final things."

They followed the man upstairs to the second floor which is where they would always meet throughout the day. The hallway had paintings and pictures of scenery and family members along the family line. Large windows with curtains neatly kept aside, letting the natural light come through with views of the surrounding area with a lake in the distance. Neatly trimmed grass and flowers lined the area. The room was almost as big as the living room and it held screens of every single camera, in and around the house. There was a mahogany table with chairs around it, that would be used for meetings and discussions.

"Okay, so everyone will be getting these earpieces." Paul starts off saying, placing them on the table. "If ever they do not work, please let me or Nigel know so that we can get them fixed or have them replaced. I have everyone's documentations of everything needed. Now, these computers and screens are top of the line. You have access to every camera in this house, and for every camera outside the perimeter of this house, including the gate at the front. We also have access to the intercom at the gate. Your experience and your training Will come into handy here. I will be back and forth between , her brother and sisters, and her parents, so I won't always be here. Therefore Nigel will be here as well, and he'll be able to help out, especially when I'm not here. Now for those of you who have never worked for Ms. Vanderbilt before, no worries. Believe me, she's a real sweetheart. Easy to get along with, and likes to stay out of trouble. But that doesn't mean that you stop doing you're work when she's around."

When he momentarily paused, looking past everyone's shoulders. With a smile, it was confirmed that she had arrived. This was the moment that Seth was looking forward to since he had gotten hired for this security team. At the same time, though, he wasn't sure exactly what to think or feel about this situation. It had been ten years since he had last seen her. He thought he would never see her again and had accepted the fact that they would probably never meet again. For the first year since that day, he couldn't get away from everything that had reminded him of her. His friends thought he was crazy, and thought he was obsessing with her. When Seth first met her, he didn't know for sure who she was, other than her name sounding familiar. It wasn't until a few days after their encounter, that he had realized who she was and who her family was, that he had realized why it sounded so familiar. So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice the door open. In came the women he tried to not think about for the last ten years. About 5 foot 8, grey dress pants, a light blue dress shirt, a light black sweater, and black heels that clicked with confidence in every step she took. Her long dark hair, slicked back into a neat ponytail, showing those beautiful blue eyes that were burned into his memory. Manicured nails and toes, with a charm bracelet on her right wrist.

She went over to Paul and gave him a hug and a big smile before turning her attention to the rest of the men. Katrina had light makeup on, with lipgloss and her phone in one hand, with her purse in the other. Looking at her phone, she smiled when she looked up.

"Good afternoon. It's nice to finally see you all." The woman softly says with the sweetest voice. "I'm Katrina Vanderbilt."

The men greeted her and as she looks around the room, her eyes land on 6'1, with brown eyes and black hair, Seth Rollins. Her eyes took him in, from his beard to those brown eyes of his that she had seen before. She remembered those eyes and the kind soul that it showed. A hint of a smile graced her lips before she looked over at Paul, once more.

"Thank you all for being here, today and I look forward to seeing you all more often." She adds.

Saying something to Paul, she thanked everyone once more and left. Seth let it a breath that he didn't know he's been holding. He had accepted all those years ago that he would probably never get to see her in person again, and yet here he was on her security team.

"Show her that she can trust you. That she can be comfortable around you and that you're capable of doing you're job." Paul says. "You'll know when she believes you're doing a good job."

Twenty minutes later and Paul let the men start on their shifts for the remainder of the day, to start getting a hang on things there. Seth took a look at the screens and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Seeing somebody in one of the screens, he looks and sees Katrina passing by with a basket of clothes. Checking what floor it was on, he saw that it was on the third floor. Remembering that there was a laundry room on the second floor, Seth was battling with himself. He had the urge to go see her. To talk to her and see if she remembered him. But a part of him also wanted to fight the urge to do it. He didn't want to make a fool out of himself if she didn't or if she didn't care to have much to do with him regardless. Of course, there were other reasons, but he wasn't going to visit those at the moment.

Seth found his feet moving him into the hallway and he saw Katrina walking into the laundry room. Making his way there, it was as his feet were on a mission. She had changed into a plain, black t-shirt and black yoga pants with sneakers. Her hair was still in a ponytail and had some music playing on her phone as she started putting her clothes in the washing machine. Taking a good look at her, he saw how she was more curvy, and in all the right places. She still looked so young and more beautiful than what he remembered. Seeing those blue eyes looking up at him, he froze.

"Is everything alright?" Katrina asks.

"Everything is fine. I just came to see if you needed help or anything." Seth managed to say.

She smiled and closed the door of the machine. "No, I'm okay. If anything, I'll let someone know. Thank you, though."

Starting the machine, Katrina puts in some soap and looks back up at Seth. Their eyes linger on each other and something passed between the two of them that they couldn't quite explain. They just knew that it was there, bordering on a language that only they understood.

"Feel free to let me know if you need something. Anything." Seth offered.

"Thank you." Katrina softly replied.

Seth smiled and forced himself to leave the room. Feeling his heart beating out of his chest, he leaned against the wall and tried to slow it down. Katrina found herself disappointed that she couldn't get herself to say more to him. She couldn't get the words or the courage to say what she wanted to say to him. Then again, when she saw that he didn't return, she didn't bother to go try.

Later that night, Katrina found herself wide awake at almost two in the morning, despite being exhausted. She tossed and turned in her bed, before just giving up. Getting out of bed, she grabbed her robe and her slippers, and quietly walked out of her room, closing her door behind her. She slowly made her way through the hallway, looking at the marble floors, the small tables that held flowers and the paintings that were up on the walls. The curtains were closed on the windows, keeping the little light from the night sky out. Deciding to make her way to the kitchen, she turned on the light and went to the fridge to get some water. Sitting down at the island, with her cup of water, she enjoyed the quiet for a moment, until she heard what sounded like footsteps. Seeing a shadow, she sat up and relaxed a bit when she saw that it was Seth. He wore a black shirt with sweat pants and his hair up in a messy bun, compared to her spaghetti strap, white shirt with long pants and her long hair in a messy bun of her own.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was down here." He says, going to the fridge.

"It's okay. I thought everyone was still sleeping." Katrina replies.

Pouring himself a glass of water. "Is it okay if I sit?"

When she nods, he sits down across from her on the island and takes another sip. A few moments pass by, before either of them speak.

"Can't sleep?" Seth quietly asks.

"No." She says. "You?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. Got a lot on my mind. It's been a long day, though I'm sure it's not as long as yours."

"It can be exhausting at times. Even when you get used to it." Katrina says with a small smile. "The last two weeks have felt like it could have gone on forever."

"Same here." Seth adds, noticing her dimples. "A lot of anticipation."

"Because of working here?" She asks, looking over at him, drinking some of her water.

His eyes met hers and he shrugged looking down. "I was looking forward to it actually. Just didn't know what all to expect."

"Yeah, I guess." Katrina says, looking down at her cup.

When they were both done and cleaned their cups, Seth had offered to walk her to her room so she wouldn't have to go by herself. Katrina accepted the offer and felt his presence behind her as they made their way back up to the third floor. When they were only a few feet away from her bedroom, she had slowed down a bit.

"Do you not remember me?" She heard him ask.

Stopping, she turned around and waited until he was close enough that she could notice his brown eyes, searching her face for something. She knew there was a reason why she recognized those eyes of his, earlier in the day. Her breath caught in her throat.

"From the day in the park when you found me crying, by the tree." Katrina softly says. "You told me that whatever was making me cry, wouldn't last forever. Neither would the pain."

Katrina reached out her hand and gently placed it on Seth's cheek, like she did all those years ago. In that moment, time had frozen, but boy was Seth relieved. He just wanted to make sure she really remembered him.

"You still have a good soul." She whispers. "Please don't let anyone or anything ruin it."

When her hand drops to her side, he catches her hand with his. She hooked two of their fingers together. The same two fingers from that day in the park. Their eyes collided with each other's and relief washed over them once more.

"It's been ten years." Seth tells her.

"Ten years, too long." Katrina replies.

Noticing that their hands were still joined, they pulled away and cleared their throats. Walking back to her room, they stood outside her door and they gazed into each other's eyes again when she opened the door.

"You should try to get some sleep, Ms. Vanderbilt." Seth softly says.

"Call me Katrina." She replies.

He nods. "It's still a pretty name. Goodnight...Katrina."

"Goodnight." She replies, going into her room.

Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the door and closed her eyes, not realizing that he was still standing outside her door, wanting to be near her again and hear her voice. After all this time, how could it be that they finally found their way back to each other? How could it be that she still made him feel something that he yearned to feel more of? What would happen now? There was so many questions that they each had, but neither knew how to go about finding the answers to them.