A/N - This is more of a filler chapter than anything but I hope to get things moving in this one pretty soon.


She was just about to leave the room when she felt the faint vibrations in her purse. With a scowl, she reached in and pulled the cell phone out, not bothering to look at the caller ID as she wheeled her suitcase behind her and heard the door click shut. "Hello?"

"Hey! How's it going?"

Trish stalled for a moment as her mind worked over time. "Shane?" she asked in confusion. How in the hell did he get her number?

"Yeah, it's me. I just wanted to call and check that we're still on for tonight?"

"Uhhhhh," feeling a little frazzled, she continued on to the elevator and jabbed at the button. Not that she minded that he had her number; she just didn't remember giving it to him. "Of course we are. I'm actually just leaving the hotel now. I should be in Denver in a couple of hours."

"That's great."

The elevator doors finally pinged open and she stepped inside. "Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm here already. I flew in with my dad early this morning."

"Lucky for some. I have to go get a rental and start driving," she sighed at the thought. The travelling was absolutely the worst part of her job. "Just out of curiosity, how did you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you."

She heard him chuckle down the phone and couldn't help but smile herself. "Now that would be telling."

"Why Mr. McMahon, are you being coy with me?"

"Not at all. I took a little trip to the HR department one day at the office and just happened to come across it."

She debated on what to say for a moment until deciding to just bite the bullet. "Well, I'm kinda happy that you did." She swore she felt him smiling down the line and immediately felt embarrassed. Was she being too forward?

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you tonight, Trish. Drive safely."

"Me too, Shane. Bye."

The smile on her face was a mile wide as she hung up the phone and made her way towards the reception desk to check out. Tonight couldn't come fast enough for her now. The fact that he had gone through the trouble of getting her number just so he could call and talk to her made her feel warm inside. Gone was her cautious feeling about him. Now all she had was excitement and nothing but good vibes. This was going to be a great date, she just knew it.

"What the hell are you so happy about?"

Trish turned to find Amy standing beside her. "Hey Ames, what's up?"

"Don't you, 'hey Ames' me! You're grinning like an idiot here; you tell me what's up!" Amy teased as both women came to a stop in the moderately long check-out line. It was full of other WWE superstars and personnel.

"What? A girl can't be just happy?"

Amy studied her for a second until she recognized the look in her eye. Now was not the place to talk. "Later?" she whispered and smiled when the other woman nodded her head in confirmation. "Who are you riding with to Denver?

Trish frowned and sighed again at the thought. "Nobody. I was just going to rent a car and go solo."

"Well why? You can ride with us!"

"Us?"

"US!" Amy motioned in exasperation even though there was nobody else with her. "Me, Matt and Jeff!"

Feeling stupid, Trish dropped her head and looked up shyly. "Silly me, heh. Ummmm, can you guys fit another in the car? I don't want to impose."

The redhead shook her head and frowned in half annoyance. "Don't be ridiculous, of course we can fit you in. It's settled, you're riding with us. I'll just tell Matt whenever he decides to reappear. He left me to go find Jeff. God knows where the hell they are now." She rolled her eyes in annoyance causing her friend to laugh. They fell into a comfortable silence and Trish started looking around the area absently. Her eyes fell on the group of young guns that came to a stop behind them. John Cena and Randy Orton if she remembered correctly. She remembered Paul telling her that Vince had pegged them both as 'the future.' Her eyes discreetly ran over the duo. Two good looking kids. Who knows where they would end up in a few years time? And speak of the devil, Paul himself stepped off the elevator and was making his way towards the back of the line. Hadn't this damn thing moved any since she had joined it about ten minutes ago? She kept her gaze on him and smiled when he finally noticed and gave a little wave.

"Excuse me boys," Paul said as he cut in front of the two young rookies and came to stand beside Trish and Amy. "Hey!"

"You just going to cut in line like that?"

Paul shrugged his shoulders innocently. "Huh?"

Trish grinned and looked behind him to the two men currently standing there with their jaws hanging open. It wasn't often that the veteran talent not to mention one of the absolute top stars in the company mingled with the fresh meat. "You two just going to let him cut in front of you like that?" She bit in her laugh as they stood there looking clueless.

Paul shushed her and turned to look at the pair himself. "Cena and Orton right?" When they nodded he continued. "Let me give you a bit of advice. Every single word that comes out of this woman's mouth is complete and utter bullshit."

Amy instantly burst out laughing along with Paul while Trish glared at him.

"That is so not true!"

"Who are you gonna listen to, guys? The Women's champ over there," he indicated his head at her with a scoff before pushing out his chest and grinning triumphantly. "Or the World Heavyweight Champion himself, huh?"

Trish just shook her head with a grin. "You're so fucking full of it, Levesque."

With a silly grin on his face Paul once again turned to the youngsters as his face grew a little more serious. "I can move back if you want. But then I'll just be talking over your heads. Trust me, it's a lot easier that I moved up here."

John Cena smiled and held out his hands in surrender. "Hey man, it's no problem at all. Right, Randy?"

"Absolutely," Randy Orton smiled in agreement. The whole situation had amused the hell out of him. Quite frankly, he hadn't expected Triple H of all people to be so….friendly? Even though he had cut in line it was all in good fun and he wasn't being an asshole about it. Maybe all the shit he had heard about the guy was just that, shit.

"Great!" The three men exchanged nods before Paul turned back to the two women beside him and smiled.

"Where's Stephanie?" Trish asked curiously. Usually they were joined at the hip.

Paul shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "God damn Starbucks. I swear the woman can't function without fifty coffees in her system."

Trish chuckled and they all moved forward with the line as somebody moved out of it. "How come you guys didn't fly out on the jet this morning with Vince?"

"How do you know the jet went out this morning?" Paul asked suspiciously. He had only found out about a half hour ago when Steph got off the phone with her dad. Now they had to find new flights. He wouldn't be surprised if she was already on her third coffee while yelling down the phone at some poor airline operator.

Suddenly it clicked in Amy's head and she let out a knowing, "Ohhhhhhh." Trish had been on the phone with Shane, she was sure of it.

"I have my ways," the blonde teased.

Paul narrowed his eyes at her before a huge grin spread across his face. "Hmmmm, it seems like I'm not the only one with an attachment to the McMahon family."

"You think what you want to think but you're not getting anything out of me," she grinned. He was already having way too much fun with this whole situation and she wasn't adding any fuel to the fire. "So, how are you getting to the show then? You going to slum it and drive like the rest of us?"

"Me? Drive? You must be out of your pretty little head," he joked. "I think by the time my wife gets back here with her coffee we'll have a flight out in a couple of hours. Although I wouldn't mind the drive. It's been a while since I 'slummed' it as you like to say." Suddenly he felt the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket and quickly pulled it out, smiling as he saw her name on the screen. "You have reached Coffee Addicts Anonymous, Paul speaking. How may I help you?"

Trish watched as he suddenly burst into laughter and couldn't help but laugh herself. The man lived to tease people to death. Her with her wine and obviously Stephanie with her coffee.

"Seriously though, did you get your fix for the next couple of hours? I don't want you to fly off the handle. That's great. We're checked out already? How did…..alright…alright, I'll meet you there, babe. Bye." He put the phone back in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders. "Looks like she sorted everything over the phone. Superwoman," he smirked in admiration. She really could do a million things at once. "I guess I'll see you guys in Denver!" He leaned down and pressed a friendly kiss to the blonde woman's cheek. "See you later. Bye Amy!"

"Bye!" They both said in unison, taking another step further in the line as it trudged along.

Amy shook her head almost in awe. "He's just like a God damn kid!"

Trish rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it."

"Seriously though, he's sooooooo…not like what you expect him to be, you know?"

"I know. If more people just gave him a chance then maybe he wouldn't have so much shit spread around about him. Ugh, that pisses me off so much," her pretty face turned to an angry frown.

Amy didn't miss the defensive demeanor that came over her friend and it was interesting to say the least. In fact, the whole exchange was interesting. They were forever joking and kidding around with each other, sometimes even bordering on flirting if she wasn't mistaken. Their relationship was definitely intriguing. And then there was the whole Shane situation which she was determined to find out more about on the long drive to Denver. Just what exactly was her buddy getting herself into here? As the line moved again and it was their turn to check out, she couldn't help but get the tiniest feeling that she might be getting in over her head a little. No matter how many times she tried to deny it, Amy felt positive that she was attracted to Paul. She just had to be. But she felt in the dark about Shane. With a determined sigh she turned and focused her thoughts on the hotel receptionist. The ride was a couple of hours. That was plenty of time to figure this whole thing out.