((Once again, thank you everyone for your support! I love writing the dialogue between them all, it's so much fun! I hope everyone is enjoying the dynamic between the characters, and the story I'm trying to tell. Please please please, let me know what you think!))

'Get off you bitch! Let go of me!'

'But why?'

Seth kept himself against the wall, hidden just out of sight.

'Roman!'

'Get rid of them.'

'You're dead whore! I'll rip those implants straight out of you! And I'll STAMP on them!'

Paige swore and threatened until her voice dulled to nothingness.

'Someone needs to shut that pretty mouth of hers. I'll be more than happy to do so husband.'

'I know. But not yet, first, I want Rollins.'

'Security are searching for him now. It won't be long.'

'That idiot Cole did just as was needed. How will Rollins defend Ambrose if they're separated? As soon as Rollins is mine, he'll see just what happens. Keep the girl and Reigns out of the way. I don't want to see them, hear them or even know they exist. Find me Rollins. Now. My patience is wearing thin.'

Seth pulled back a little. Shit. Bringing Paige and Roman with him was a mistake. Dean was covered, but he hadn't considered what could happen to his friends, him if they were out of sight of the cameras. It was fine. He had time. All he needed was a few minutes. If this had been standard Raw, every single angle had been planned out in fine detail. In the wake of his and Paige's love making he'd told her not to worry. That he had everything figured out. Well it seemed the snow had been lying in wait, ready to fuck everything up.

But that was alright. He had pieces he could work with.

His eyes glanced to the title. Slowly, he plucked it off his shoulder, brought it to his lips and kissed that gold goodbye. Near him, just to his left was a door. He had no way of knowing what lay behind it, whether or not it was locked, he didn't know if people were inside, but he had to take a chance. As quiet as he could, Seth turned the handle, eased it open and peered inside. Perfect darkness; he gently closed the door behind him. No light, but he didn't need it. He felt tables and chairs. Using his fingers to trace outlines, Seth was down on his hands and his knees, planted the title deep into the shadows under one of those tables, face down, so only the black leather of the strap would have been seen.

That would have to be good enough.

As silent as he'd entered, Seth exited that room, eyes left then right to make sure he was still invisible. There were security cameras everywhere, and he knew he'd already been seen somewhere, but until human eyes were on him, he wasn't worried. Carefully, he edged along the wall, toward where the voices had drifted from. Another door, but a little open, breathlessness through the crack. Seth crept forward, eye to the gap. He saw too much; a woman bent over a table, the bulk of a man behind, thrusting with great passion – from her breaths she clearly was enjoying herself. He knew those two bodies anywhere; had had the displeasure of viewing the scene before him before.

Not long after he'd 'turned' on his brothers, Stephanie, seemingly still not trusting him, had offered him a chance to prove his allegiance. She wanted him. Had forced him up against the wall; told him to kiss her. He'd refused – citing her husband, his boss as his reason. Triple H himself had interrupted, and as Seth had escaped, he'd witnessed the two begin against the wall. He had to hand it to them; the forces of evil appeared to have had good sex lives. Perhaps some time, just to fuck with them, he'd re-enact what he'd seen with Paige – record it and send it to them. He didn't much fancy shaving his head though. And without his girl, he couldn't do anything, let alone childish pranks. Paige and Roman were absent from sight, and with no clue where they'd gone, he pulled away from the heat of the room.

He'd seen far too much.

He almost felt disgusted he'd lurked, watched as much as he had.

But as he moved, his pocket vibrated once again. Too close to the gap in the door. Somehow, they heard.

'What was that?'

Hurried breaths as they tugged on clothes. Seth hissed, looked around in panic for somewhere to go. Nowhere he could get to fast enough. He stood. The door slammed open.

Seth Rollins starred at a red faced Triple H, his wife, her hair a mess.

'Oh hi. Didn't want to interrupt, sounded like you were busy. I'll come back another time.' he gave them a winning smile and a wave. 'Toodles.'

'Rollins!'

He bolted. His acrobatic body was in far better shape for speed. The two owners of the company lagged behind, but he knew it wouldn't be long until he was being chased by a whole posse. Why did things never quite turn out how he wanted anymore? It all seemed like such hard work to stay one step ahead. Maybe it was easier on the inside, when he was privy to so much more, rather than having to guess, and rely on what he knew of the enemy. He turned round a corner, almost ran into someone carrying coffee, dodged around paper pushers, eve somersaulted over a man bent down trying to fix a mains plug. It was almost fun.

Freeing – as if he weren't human, but a character in a video game, working his way through this maze, dodging the obstacles. But there were no golden rings to collect, and he could only move at his own best speed. People were very quickly becoming aware of his presence. They pointed and they shouted and it didn't take long for men in black to be in hot pursuit. As he dashed in all directions, he found himself passing the live feed, displayed on a dozen or more screens, watched by dozens more.

It was the security footage from the building, tailing him. But all cameras showed all views, and he had to skid to a stop, saw as another jumble of security wrestled with Paige and Roman near a door marked STORAGE.

'There he is! Get him!'

Time to go.

He had no idea where that storage place was; the handful of times he'd been in the headquarters he'd been accompanied at all times to the places that he was supposed to go. This was his first true exploration and he knew he couldn't get caught. He didn't like to think what could happen if he was. His athletic body, honed from years in the wrestling ring gave him an edge. He was built for high flying – the security guards were more...mat wrestlers. They would have been at home technically wrestling. But in reality; they'd probably never even stepped inside that four sided ring. He could see them as opponents.

Seth could have prided himself on his performance for the cameras earlier. It had almost felt as if he was playing the villain all over again. It could have disturbed him how easily it was to slip into character. But it was all for show. As he ran now, he knew that what had happened between him and Roman had all been one big performance. All so real, all so convincing – but as he turned corner after corner, he questioned whether Roman's words had been true. Did he feel as if it was Seth's fault that the Game had plagued the Rumble? It may have just been for the world...but he knew such questions would have to be answered.

There! Storage!

He had to hide – people!

Security dashed past.

'It's ok, they're gone.'

Seth, huddled at the feet of a circle of women, peered up at their giggling faces.

'Thank you,' he took the hand of the one who spoke, kissed it, and rushed back to the storage door. It took some force to open.

Inside was dark. It seemed someone was energy conscious enough to turn off all lights. Seth frowned as the door closed tightly behind him, cut off any light he'd had. Cautious, he stepped slowly forward. The storage room itself appeared to be massive. He could see outlines but little more. From his pocket, once again his phone vibrated.

He pulled it free.

We'll find you Rollins. In the meantime, remember what you left behind.

Below, was a picture.

Dean. He was still in his hospital bed, sleeping. The image appeared to have been taken through the window. Nothing had happened – Dean was safe. But Seth knew it was a threat, of what could occur. Dean had been right – nothing would stop the Authority trying to get to any of them, and knowing that Dean was out of action made him a prime target. But Seth had made sure it wouldn't be so easy – Triple H's goons were not the only ones watching his friend. Suddenly realizing the light the phone gave off, Seth turned it to face the blackened world. Everything and anything was hidden away. It was a treasure trove of crap and office supplies. There was box upon box with the word MONITORS stamped on the side. The light drifted across dust and shadow. Ladders and miles and miles of cable lined walls and trailed the floor. He had to tap the screen every few moments to keep that light alive. It illuminated the twilight of the room – suspended in the dark. Things hidden away in this place probably had never seen the light before.

A sudden thought struck him. He'd received a message before – the one Triple H and Stephanie had heard come through. He glanced back through the messages – one missed, from Dean.

Where's my grapes?

'Where indeed,' he muttered to himself. At the sound of his voice, he heard something, movement in the dark. Seth swung the light of his phone around, progressed forward. 'Hello?'

Was he expecting an answer?

'Seth?'

'Paige?' his heart surged and he stumbled forward. Did this room have a fucking end? 'Where are you?'

'I'm not sure. But it smells.'

She sounded clear as day, and when he finally found her, there she was, leaned against Roman, both on the floor, her head dangerously close to his brother's armpit.

'That would be why. Hey Rome.'

'How you doin'?' he answered.

'What you doing on the floor?'

'Oh, you know. Just having a rest.' Roman adjusted how he was sat and Seth noted his arms were pulled above his head. He moved the light upward. 'Oh these?' Roman twitched the handcuffs that attached him to one of the ladders. 'You know, just making sure I didn't fall over as I relaxed.'

'Oh, well if you're comfortable I'll just leave you to it. Mind if I take my girlfriend though?'

'Er...might be difficult.' Paige sat up properly, her right wrist also linked to the ladder. 'Care to give us a hand?'

Seth rubbed his forehead, 'Well at least you're not dead.'

'Thanks for noticing – though the big man here smells like he is.' Paige said and nudged Roman fondly. He retaliated, knocking her with his shoulder. They swapped blows childishly until Seth clicked his fingers.

'Ok children. Enough.' He glanced around them. 'Well, this is a supply cupboard. Let's see if we can MacGyver you guys out of this.'

'I love it when you talk like that.'

'When he makes ABC references?'

'Mhm, makes me hot.'

'How does that make you hot? That show finished running the year you were born!' Roman grunted.

'Feeling old Rome?'

Seth ignored them, and took the light with him as he hunted. First he had to detach them from that ladder, second, they all had to try and get out of the building. It all seemed like a lot of hassle for a couples of minutes of interview, but hey promotion was promotion, and if they could convince the Authority of cracks already, then it was all to their advantage.

'Couldn't you two have been held captive somewhere with better lighting?' Seth grumbled. 'Can't see for shit in here.'

'Maybe you should have the vampire here use her night eyes.'

'Bite me dog.'

It took a couple of minutes, but finally he chanced upon what appeared to be bolt cutters. Overkill, perhaps, but it was all he could find among the murk. He looked them over, they were old, a bit rusted, but it would have to do.

'Paige hold this – shine it on the cuff.'

Obediantly, she took his phone from his hand and turned it toward the ladder. There was no real margin for error, and in seconds there was a crank and snap. Paige was free, she was up from the floor in seconds, jumped bodily onto him, legs tight around his waist, arms around his neck, lips crushed his.

'My...hero...' she muttered between kisses. She licked the outline of his lips.

'Yeah he's a real hero. Mind helping me out, hero?' Roman shrugged against his bonds. Paige however wasn't willing to let go, and somehow managed to slide her way around onto Seth's back. She didn't look like she weighed a lot, but the woman was pure muscle. Once she'd managed to secure herself, her head next to his, Paige, who'd by some miracle not dropped the phone, turned the light toward Roman, who's eyes squinted. Dust particles floated. Seth moved forward, positioned the cutters, and with a strain of muscle, cranked them down once again.

Another snap.

The phone lost its light as Rome stood once again, rolled his shoulders to crack out the cramp which had settled in.

'I say we leave. All those in favor?'

It was unanimous.

'Seth, where's your title?' Paige whispered as she nibbled his ear affectionately.

'Hiding, but safe, for now, we need to retrieve it before we go.'

'I'll get it.' Roman volunteered. Seth turned, looked into the eyes of the big man.

'It's OK Rome, I know where it is.'

'So tell me.'

'I need you to get Paige out of here. You're the only one who can fight off a dozen guards. Besides, I'm faster than you.' Seth made to open the door, but stopped. 'Rome – gotta ask. Is there something we need to talk about?'

'Meaning?'

'I didn't know that the Game would do what he did. I underestimated him, trust me, if I'd thought he'd have been that fast, I would have been out there beating him off you. You deserved to win the Rumble, so did Dean. But things went out of our hands. You know I'd face you any day for it.'

'Really?'

'Yes. And when we have time in this crazy stupid fuck shit life we're trying to live right now, you say when, and we'll go at it. Because you deserve your shot.'

Seth held out a hand, needed his brother to know he meant every single word. Slowly, through the dark, he felt fingers and a palm. The shake was made, and Rome jerked him forward, Paige and all, into a very cramped embrace.

'This is real nice and all, but I don't know if Seth can breathe big dog.' Paige muttered. 'And hey, here's a crazy idea. Why don't we stay together! You know, not do the whole Scooby Doo thing. Might work out better with three pairs of eyes. Well. Two and a half – Seth's aren't that great.'

'Good enough to know where to find everything.' Seth said, reached round and patted her ass hard. 'But for once...alright. Besides, I don't really want you two out of my sight...'

'Not going anywhere brother.'

Seth nodded, hand on handle. 'Let's go get the gold.'