I dunno guys...This didn't come out as great as I had it in my head. I tried but...meh. Anywho, hope you guys find something good in here.

(Get a little closer to me girl...And you'll understand...'Cause if you want a guy that knows what you need...Well, then I'm your man…...You make me feel that...La la la la la...You make me feel so...La la la la la...You make me feel that...La la la la la...You make me feel so...La la la la la...You make me feel, oh...La la la la la...You make me feel that...La la la la la...You make me feel so...La la la la la...You make me feel, oh...La la la la la- You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship)

Despite the small inkling of worry and talk around the office about job security, Miranda couldn't find it in herself to focus on much but the thought of what Dean had planned for the two of them later that day.

Even the influx of suits did nothing to deter her curiosity as she helped the woman before her with a modified cat and camel stretch.

Her newest patient, Karen, had just gotten out of a car accident and while she hadn't required extreme surgery, things were still a bit wonky and she was definitely a case that required a good amount of rehabbing and extra care.

"There you go miss Karen, easy does it. Keep them arms locked...and up! Give me that camel back. Not too steep. I know it's a bit hard on you so we're not even going to chance messing anything up. That's it." Miranda helped center her and checked her posture all while breathing in intervals to make sure the older woman kept up her air intake.

She saw her squint and become a little shaky and nodded. "Ok..that's good. We don't need to do too long..Just want to stretch those muscles, make sure they're nice and active, not atrophy on us." She helped her lower to a relaxed stance, watching as the woman panted and blinked, her face reddened a little bit. "You did good. Very good."

The older woman gave her a smile after a moment and studied Miranda making her a little uncomfortable but not so much in the way that she felt she needed to run.

"You are good. I can see why my Jacob recommended you. "

Miranda frowned. Jacob?

Upon seeing her confusion the older woman laughed as she swiped some of her salt and pepper hair from in front of her eyes. She gave the girl a smile and spoke up.

"Jacob Danvers. My son in law, he came in with a pretty rough shoulder injury and said you were one of the most attentive and sweetest workers here. He was glad to have found you out of all the others."

Miranda blinked.

Danvers...Danvers...that name sounded familiar. Danvers? Why did she feel like she really knew that name.

"After his 5th tour he-"

Oh right! The soldier! The one who was nothing but funny and adorable. Always had a new picture to show off of his wife and boy. How could she forget him? He was one of the best. Made sure to bring an extra coffee and snack for her before they got started on their day, sometimes bought her a lunch before going, recommended a new book to read...

"Oh god, how is he," Miranda interrupted causing the woman to pause in mid sentence. The older woman grinned as if she had a secret to share and Miranda cocked her head to the side.

"Oh I'd say he's doing just fine. Shoulder is as fit as a fiddle. Matter of fact, it's good enough to where him and my daughter are using it to their advantage right now."

There was a moment of silence as Karen wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh…" Another eyebrow wiggle. "Oh! Oh god!" Miranda turned away with a slight blush. Really?!

"Yeah, gotta work on baby number two? Only so much time before he's shipped off again and I told them grandma needs another little one to spoil. Heck, Tyler needs a brother...or sister, preferably brother because Julie gave me a headache when she was a baby and I rather deal with one less drama queen." Salt and pepper hair swung about as she laughed loudly and Miranda couldn't help laughing right along with the woman. She was something else. She really did have some great patients.

The two moved onto another repetition of the cat and camel stretch managing to do both parts in one go, albeit it was a bit harder to hold as long as before...but still, it was progress.

Miranda glanced up noting the observant eyes and refrained from rolling hers as she continued working with her patient.

Dean checked over his belongings, once, twice, three times before groaning in annoyance, snapping his bag shut. He chucked it into his car and gave that too a look over. He had had it washed earlier, inside was clean and…

God. What was this? This was pathetic. He was acting like he had the first date jitters and he didn't do first dates...or jitters.

'But isn't that what this is? A...date?'

He bit at the inside of his check and huffed. Nah, it was just him hanging with what seemed like a cool ass chick who he wanted to bone like crazy.

There didn't have to be anything complicated about this. Why was his head trying to make this something it wasn't...shouldn't be.

He was just stuffing his hands in his pockets, shuffling his way back over towards the complex when Miranda came jogging up the opposite way, head down as she searched through her purse. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute and he could only assume she was talking to herself...or so it seemed from where he stood.

Dean simply stopped and watched her.

She looked frazzled and a bit tired but still gorgeous as ever. Sure her hairstyle was shot and clothing had seen better days but even so...Dean couldn't help the genuine smile spreading across his cheeks as she neared him, nearly bumping into him in her haste to get...wait where was she going?

"What's the rush, Bambi?"

Miranda let out a startled yelp and her phone fell from her hands.

"Gosh darn it, Dean! You gotta stop sneaking up on me like that," She hissed, bending down to snatch up the phone. She peered up in between loose tendrils of hair, eyes squinted from the sun shining directly in her eyes only to find Dean smirking down at her pompously, hands on his hips.

"You know...last time you were face to crotch with me was when your lips were wrap-"

Miranda smacked at a thigh halfheartedly, letting out a laugh. "Shut it," She warned with a finger wag before she placed her phone into her purse quickly, jumping to a stand.

"What are you doing out here?"

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Did you forget," He asked slowly.

Miranda watched as his body started to tense up and she moved in quick, placing a placating hand against his cheek. "Not a chance. I'm just…" The frantic look returned to her face and Dean couldn't help but frown despite leaning into her open palm upon his face. She had really soft hands…

The brunette's face straightened after a head shake and she pulled away leaving Dean feeling...he didn't know but he really wouldn't mind having her hand on him again.

"Anyway, I have my bag all packed up," She stated with a grin. "All ready for the mini adventure you're taking me on."

Dean felt the urge to blush but stamped it down by pulling the woman in by the small of her back.

"Oh yeah? You sure you're ready for this? Ready to hang with the unpredictable."

Miranda leaned in, brushing her nose against his, her eyes roaming his face. "I ain't scared."

He grinned and slid one of his hands down to cup a cheek, giving it a little pop afterwards. He actually really liked this. Having her close to him, the cute little smiles she gave him, her body against his own, excitement in her eyes...He really hoped he was the only one making her feel this way.

He felt a kiss against his jaw and then her body was too far for any good. She was giving him a bashful look and he swore anything this woman did right now was bound to make him act like a stupid, giddy school boy.

"What's up," He asked.

"You mind giving me a like 30 to get ready? I kinda got off a little late today, needed extra time with a few of my patients and I'd rather not start our adventure all…" She scrunched her face up. "Sweaty and gross."

Dean waggled his eyebrows and Miranda rolled his eyes.

"Mind out of the gutter, Ambrose."

"Ambrose? Now you're calling me Ambrose?"

Miranda gave him a couple of taps on his chest before moving to step around him. "Be out in a bit."

She was immediately yanked back in front of him and he wrapped an arm around her waist, the other laid against her back as he slipped a hand into her hair, gripping her hair hard.

His mouth against hers was relentless, harsh, passionate. He could really get used to this.

She was left panting after he took a couple of stinging and playful nips at her mouth and gave her another pop against her backside, groaning happily.

"Get out of here before I take you against one of these buildings, have you screaming my name for everyone to hear. They'd come out and see you get pounded by my cock over and over till nothing is left of either of us."

Miranda shuddered. 'Fuuuuck.'

She quickly darted around him and he watched her go, her taste still on his lips, his mind a whirlwind of nothing but her. Her lips, her smell, her.

Yeah, this mini vacay was gonna be one to remember. But first, he needed to check over everything.

Again.

A little longer than expected and both were meeting back up where they last left.

Dean nearly bit his tongue as he took in her appearance.

It wasn't anything over the top or extravagant but boy did it accentuate her curves and show off the good.

He didn't know anything about fashion but damn.

Miranda studied him cautiously as he eyed her. "What? Is it too much? I wasn't sure where we were going so I kinda had to guess on what to wear...and pack."

Dean just shook his head and Miranda turned to and fro, looking down at her outfit. It really wasn't anything special. Just a emerald green, waist trim, halter top held up by string around her neck, bottomed with faded blue, stretch-denim skinny jeans with cuffs (held up by a brown, skinny, leather, braided belt) the other part being her emerald high heeled sandals to match, adorned with brown straps and the matching heel. She even had sunglasses and purse to match.

He gave a low whistle and she curtsied playfully then shook her head, she had never prided herself on her fashion sense because honestly...she just liked what she liked, whether people found it hot or not was of no concern to her but getting this reaction from Dean Ambrose, when it was one of her basic outfits, did wonders for her self esteem.

She wrapped an arm around his waist after he pulled her close veering her off towards his car.

"So where to boyfriend?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, his grip tightening on her a brief moment. "Boyfriend?"

Miranda gave a small shrug. "Yeah you know...where to hot stuff, boyfriend, mr. Like that," She finished awkwardly. "I..I didn't mean anything by...I…" She exhaled loudly. "Gah, just ignored I said that. I'm clearly an idiot. We're not….I mean, this doesn't have to be…" She gave him a pathetic look and he chuckled, clearly enjoying her uneasiness.

"Relax," He drawled. "Don't bug me."

Miranda visibly relaxed as he led her over to the passenger seat of his Camaro and she couldn't help but smile.

"What," He asked.

She smirked up at him and shook her head. "Nothing. Nice car." 'Very nice car officer Shaw.'

She slid in happily and watched him jog around to his side, doing a little shimmy. 'Him and his dancing too…'

And then they were off.

Miranda was confused when not even 10 minutes later the two pulled up beside a building, parking.

It didn't look like anything special, there were no flashing lights or neon signs anywhere, it was just plain brick. The cars that lined the parking lot were plenty but there was nothing out of the ordinary here.

Dean opened her door for her and again she was wrapped up in his arms as he led her away from the cars and out into the strip.

"Oh god! Look at all of this! This is just…"

"Never ventured out this way," Dean questioned. "How long you been here now?"

Miranda blushed. "Two and a half years. But no...I've been to some places down the infamous strip but never like this...walking and, well, me and others just always drove to where we needed to be or got dropped off. Never took the time to walk any of it."

Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "Wait till you see it at night."

Miranda looked over at him and grinned. She couldn't wait.

The two continued their trek making small talk, at one point Dean looked over at her guiltily after remembering she had high heeled sandals on and he was making her walk, but seeing her face light up at all the different sites and sounds pacified him for a bit.

If need be they could always stop for something or hell, he could freakin piggy back or carry her.

Dean scanned the area looking for something and the brunette slipped her hand into his, nudging him.

"So where to first?"

The male gave a bashful chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm still trying to figure out where everything is exactly. Been down this way hundreds of times but can never...quite…"

"Hello young lovers, looks like date night! Would you two care to see a show? We have some of the most eccentric, innovated, bright young stars...and old, performing tonight. It's gonna be an awesome show!"

A flyer was thrust into their faces and Dean grabbed at it scanning the paper. His eyes crinkled up a bit as he read it. "Oh ho boy. I fuckin love these things. They're god damn hilarious half the time."

He leaned over letting Miranda exam the flyer herself and her eyes widened.

"I...I mean we don't have to," Dean cut in quickly. "I was originally gonna find a place for us to sit and eat at that we both wanted to try out," He trailed off as Miranda looked up at him practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Oh we are so doing this! Come on!"

She tugged at his arm, dragging him into the looming building and he couldn't help but follow with an amused chuckle.

"Ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages...we'd like to present to you Vegas' own..BJ's hardcore wrestling show!"

Miranda could practically feel the laughter rolling off of Dean in waves as not only him but others guffawed and snorted, she could guilty say she was one of them many.

"Out of all the names," She muttered, digging into her popcorn as Dean popped a piece of cotton candy into his mouth.

"Behold the show of all shows! A demolition crew if you will where one must demolish one's opponent or possibly die trying."

Dean groaned in playful annoyance and the crowd continued to laugh in amusement.

"Now first...Making his way to the ring, weighing in at whopping 160 lbs...Carnage Mackie!"

The young, male, superstar burst through the curtain to a chorus of boos. Not really knowing much themselves, Dean and Miranda found themselves joining in as they watched the man swagger to the ring, American Badass playing in the background.

Miranda leaned into Dean, "Do you really go to shows like this?"

Dean laughed as he stood giving dude a double thumbs down just because. "Not like this! This is great!"

She could see some of his boyish charm shining through and she couldn't help but revel in it feeling an extreme happiness.

This was something new, that they were both doing for the first time, together, and already they were off to a great start.

She took a long swig of her beer and sat back to watch Dean and the young man in the ring wait for his opponent.

It was match 4, about an hour into the show and Miranda was dying, tears rolling down her face. It was the start of a costume match between a guy dressed up in a Tarzan suit, the other dressed as a bear, full on bear head and all.

'How the hell is dude gonna, wrestle in that hot ass suit?' Miranda mused just as Dean made it back to sit in his seat after a quick pit stop and another beer and some funnel cake to share.

"Oh what the fuck," Dean yelled as he pulled at the steel to sit down onto it.

A couple of kids laughed around him and he had the decency to look a bit embarrassed but shrugged when Miranda nudged him playfully.

"What kind of match.."

All of a sudden the guy in the bear costume paused mid grapple to remove the head off his costume and face their way.

"'Ey yo! Look who it is! It's Dean fuckin Ambrose!" He pointed and gave the blonde a wink as the crowd cheered and Dean's cheeks heated up as he rubbed at the back of his neck when the guy gave an inappropriate thrust before bouncing around the ring. He immediately locked up with his opponent moments later as a couple of people welcomed Dean, giving his shoulder a shake or patted him. A couple of people came over asking for an autograph, a line was starting to form but Dean politely told them after the show. For the most part most were really engrossed in this ragtag show, enjoying themselves immensely. That or they were drunk.

This was a train wreck yet people were having a grand ol time.

"I gotta bring Roman to a show," Dean stated as he reached for a bit of their funnel cake.

Miranda shook her head, laughing. "Oh totally!"

The match ended quickly and out came some females.. Surprisingly this was one of the better matches of the night. The girls gave it their all attacking each other with signs and trash cans, one even went through a table, both of them just having an all around hardcore brawl.

"More! More," A group of people yelled as the girls were ushered to the back. One with help from the ref the other alone with her fist raised high in the air, yelling out triumphantly.

A bunch of senior citizen guys came out and put on a slow paced match but still got cheered like crazy despite all the botches.

"Eh, it's all around fun folks," The announcer said with a shrug when the two were helped to the back. Miranda noted his costume change with an eyebrow raise.

First it had been a ringmaster type thing, now he was a pirate? And why did he need a megaphone? Where was the microphone? Just what in the hell type of show was this?

It was nearing the last part of hour two and there was an intergender match where the women could fight the women and men and while there had been quite a bit of gyrating and sexual innuendos it was another fairly good one.

A fast paced, high flying match followed and everyone was oohing and awwing in tandem, interacting when the masked men tried rallying the group behind them, the other team sneering at everyone.

High fives and touches were exchanged after that one, Miranda managing to catch one of the small guy's slaps. She grinned stupidly. Didn't know why it was a big deal really but she was happy.

Another couple of beers and a brief pause with some Nitro girl wannabes and then it was the main event.

Let's Go by Trick Daddy blared out through the speakers and this buffed up, African American dude stepped from behind the curtain, chicks hanging off his arms, literally hanging, in swimsuits as he totted them down to the ring. He actually managed to make it around the ring before setting them down and they all made their trek up the steps.

"God.."

Dean could hardly contain himself as they watched the guy strut around the ring, throwing fake dollar bills out to the crowd as the girls switched beside him ridiculously, motioning over to him their mouths running a minute.

"Hey, give the guy props, he carried two chicks out to the ring with his arms this man is tough," Miranda joked.

Dean gave her a look and the two laughed.

"Yeah, ok, maybe you're right," She caved. "It's a mess."

Dean leaned over grabbing a handful of popcorn before taking Miranda's hand in his other without much thought and she felt her temperature spike. It felt soft surprisingly and it was warm and safe…

She watched him as he yelled along with the crowd after the guy's introduction.

Country Boy followed a moment later and out came an equally buff male figure, this guy a young Caucasian male, sporting nothing but a torn pair of jeans and a cowboy hat on his head.

Whereas the other guy was sporting a stupid fur coat and ridiculous jewelry with his fake dollar bills and girls, this guy came to the ring in his ripped jeans and hat, a bandana hanging from his back pocket.

He stopped in front of the ring where Dean and Miranda were sitting and flexed making some girls go crazy, guys shooing him off in annoyance and pulled out his bandana moving forward to rub it down Miranda's cheek startling her. He gave her a wink. "For you baby doll."

And then he was hopping on the apron, climbing into the ring.

"Not fair!" "Come on! Dude what?" "I would have gladly taken more than your bandana!

Yeah, it was clear half these people were drunk. As more vulgarity was spewed the other guy, snatched the mic and glared down Dean and Miranda's way.

"Are you serious?! You serious right now?" He stopped pacing to lean over the ropes and stare straight at Miranda. "Baby, you should have thrown that shit back in his face! You really think he's anything to look at? I got the money and the hoochies. You really…" He motioned down the figure of his opponent. "Find that attractive?"

Miranda bit at her lip trying hard not to laugh her ass off. She bit at her lip and simply nodded.

The guy growled and turned to face the other. "You can take that tired ass, country boy bull and shove it. I'm about to kick yo ass all across this ring. All that tractor riding and hay lifting ain't gonna help you ass, I'm about to whoop it."

Dean squeezed at Miranda's hand, leaning in. "Tell me you aren't really into that type."

She looked over at him shaking her head in amusement. "Oh god...the guy has a body but...uh-huh." Her face was puffed up from trying hard to control herself, face red. "Sides, we know who my fav is." She pulled her hand from his to grip at his chin and smash her lips onto his. Dean moved to wrap his arms around her but she pulled back, bopping his nose.

"Let's finish the show," She breathed, watching Dean's shoulders rise and fall as his chest heaved. All traces of joking were gone and he was gripping at his chair giving her a heated look, his steely blues boring into her dark brown causing a shiver to crawl up her spine.

'Oh fuck. Something tells me this whole no sex thing is about to change real soon.'

He grabbed at her hand again just in time to hear ol country boy stumble through some rebuttal.

"What," Someone yelled and others laughed.

Dude went to repeat himself but all they heard was his horrible drawl before he stopped.

"Fuck it." He attacked the other guy with his mic and the match was on.

"Thank you, Dean," A little boy mumbled shyly, giving him a firm handshake, making Miranda aww in her head, before her mom and dad ushered him off.

'They had little ones that old in there?'

Miranda wanted to question how appropriate it was to have someone that young in such a violent and crass atmosphere but was cut off before she could even start and swept up into a kiss.

"So...what did you think about the show," Dean asked once he let Miranda drop back to her feet.

"Oh my god! That was hilarious! So glad we made it in time! Definitely better than most first dates I've had in the past."

Dean almost questioned the word date but shrugged it off internally and simply pulled her close like she had been most of the night, walking a bit further into the strip.

"I'm glad. It was definitely better than a simple dinner and some wine huh?"

"Oh, I wouldn't mind the wine," Miranda exclaimed with a playful hip bump. "So where to now sexy?"

Dean squinted, cocking his head to the side. "You hungry?"

"No way you're hungry still," She laughed.

The two were well on their way to the last leg of their outing and Miranda was beyond excited as she crumpled up her wrapper, throwing it in the empty taco bag.

"Those were some of the best tacos ever," She moaned, dropping back to rest against the seat and toy with his hair.

"I told you," He boasted. "Best tacos this side of Vegas...and the drinks aren't too shabby either."

She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol she had consumed tonight and while she felt good it was gonna be shit when she had to work tomorrow. She had meant to only grab a water and strawberry Fanta but Dean swore that the hard lemonade was some of the best and always a sucker for lemonade she caved. That and the pouty look she got from him would have made her give in to anything he asked.

Thank god he didn't know that.

"And we are here, darlin'."

Miranda sat up trying to figure out where they were but saw nothing but a couple of bright lights in the distance. It looked like they were surrounded by rocks and desert.

'What the…'

"Welcome to hotel del Ambrose."

"Wha," Miranda mouthed just before he hopped out, moving to gather their bags.

He met up with her, both bags slung over a shoulder like it was nothing, free hand placed into hers and they were moving onward.

"Shit," He stopped a couple of steps in. "Probably should use the flashlight."

"I got it! In your bag," Miranda asked already reaching for his.

"Yeah, should be the first thing in there, on top of everything."

Flashlight was clicked on and the two were walking further into the area.

"Red Rock Canyon," Miranda questioned, her breath a light whisper as they took in their surroundings.

"Yup, my oasis, home away from home. Shit I'd rather stay and explore out here than bother being cooped up inside that small ass apartment."

Miranda was still studying the area as Dean lead her to their spot for the night.

"It's beautiful, Dean."

He actually looked bashful as he set their bags down, unzipping the front to a huge tent. He climbed in and within seconds it was lit up, showing off a blow up mattress covered in a sheet and comforter, big enough to fit them and another just in case. Buckos of pillows lined the bed and another lamp sat, unlit on one side of the bed. There was an battery operated radio and a variety of boxes, she couldn't make out what they were, looked like games but she couldn't be sure, laying beside that. There was even little decorations, unneeded but there.

Dean watched her take everything in with an excited eye, her mouth actually open in an o of surprise.

"So….?"

"It's perfect," She climbed in and slowly dropped onto the mattress. "So what's the plan now handsome?"

The look on Dean's face brought a cheeky grin to Miranda's face.

'Oh? Oh yeah? Well bring it on then.'