A/n: yeah, again I felt like this could have been expanded. I'm re-posting the extended edition.


"So, punk agreed to help you?" Roman asked from the stoop if the home their makeshift ally had made for himself. "Even after realizing it was Dean?"

"It took a little coaxing, but yeah." Answered Seth and led the way to the door where Punk had given him access.

Once in, they were met with screaming.

"Move!" They heard Dean yell from the upstairs bedroom.

Punk answered in a voice just as loud. "No way! You need to calm down!"

"Move or I'm going through you!"

"Try it! I'd love a reason to knock your ass out!"

Seth and Roman shared a worried look before making their way up the stairs two at a time. Punk was standing in front of the bedroom door, blocking the path of a fuming Dean Ambrose with a broom handle as a weapon. Dean had apparently woken up in the time Seth had collected Roman and realized the situation. He was hoping he would have stayed unconscious a little longer, at least until Seth had returned, because he knew Dean would immediately try to get to his daughter. He didn't blame him in the slightest, but he could see the exhaustion still creeping into Dean's eyes.

"You know what, fuck you Punk!" Dean screamed, but it was strained. If he kept this up, he was going to pass out again.

"Fuck you too, buddy!" Punk replied, readying his makeshift weapon. "Keep it up and I'm whacking you for good measure."

"Dean?" Seth said as he came into the man's eyeline behind Punk. "What are you doing?"

Dean's angry eyes shifted to his Shield brother and seemed to soften a bit. "Seth, good. Tell him to get out of my way. I'm finding my daughter. She needs me!"

Seth slid past Punk into the bedroom, "We will, but you need to take a breath and calm yourself. Roman is here."

Deans eyes shifted from Seth to Roman and he smiled. "The Shield back together again, huh? Let's go get Evy back and go home."

"We can't." Said Roman carefully.

Dean's smile dropped. "Why?"

"Because we have a mission to complete here." The large Samoan answered. "We need to find the Chairman and right now, we think he is involved with Rusev."

Dean growled low and dangerously, "I'm not HQ anymore and I don't care about your mission or whoever the fuck this Chairman is. I want my daughter safe. You're either with me or against me. So which is it?"

"We're with you." Seth answered calmly. "We both want Evy safe, just like you. They know you will go after her, so they are probably converging on wherever they are keeping her. We're going to kill two birds with one stone here, and we need your help. We'll get her back, but if we rush in there blindly, we're only putting her in more danger. Just think, Dean."

"I am thinking!" He barked at Seth. "I'm thinking that my daughter has been all alone in a strange place while her father should have been looking for her. I can't let what happened to Abby happen to Evy because I wasn't there. If something happens to her, I...I don't know what I'd do."

"We know." Roman said and also pushed past Punk, who was watching the interaction with interest. It was intriguing to him how they were able to calm down their friend, slowly and without any sudden movements. Dean was in protective father mode and no matter what he did, Punk was unable to keep him calm. But Seth and Roman? They were able to advance on the fuming man without him even realizing it, his demeanor had already started to change when they arrived, and he, though still angry, was listening to reason. It was as if they were calming a wild animal.

Dean looked from Roman to Seth and back several times. His face had changed from angry and cornered to that of a man traumatized by loss and heartache. He fell to his knees and looked mournfully at the floor as tears began filling his eyes. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, more content to stare at the flowers in the cheap old rug than to look anyone in the eye. "She's all I have left. I can't let this happen. Not again."

Roman knelt next to him and placed a comforting hand on his trembling shoulder. "We know, Dean. We will help you get Evy back. We just can't go now. You remember how it was before you resigned Shield. We don't want to walk in blindly because that how people get hurt."

He nodded his understanding and quickly wiped the stray tears from his cheeks before running the back of his arm under his nose.

Roman smiled and squeezed Dean's shoulder. "Good. Now, get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. We need you...Evy needs you."

Punk cleared his throat on the other side of the room and all eyes turned to look at him. He was leaning on the broomstick handle he was using as a weapon not five minutes ago and his usually cocky demeanor had shifted to a sympathetic one. "Look, I know you'd rather kick my ass then accept my help, but I'll do anything I can to get your daughter back for you."

There was a buzzing sound coming from Seth's pocket and again eyes shifted. He took out the boosted phone and stared at the screen in confusion. "It's Nikki." He said, tapping the screen a few times to bring up the text. "She says she had to hide the phone because they were getting suspicious. There's a set of coordinates here. She says Rusev and Kevin are there and waiting for us."

"Good!" Dean growled and pulled himself to his feet with the help of Roman. "Just wait until I get my hands on that slimy son of a bitch!"

"Which one?" Punk asked as a joke.

"Both!" Dean countered.

"Ok, so we've got a location." Roman added, "Let's do this."

"Wait." Seth said, his instincts telling him that something wasn't right here. "I haven't heard from her in days. The last time she said to stay away, now she's changed her mind? It could be a set up."

"You're the one who said to trust her." Dean snapped. "So let's trust her."

Though the feeling was still lying heavy in his gut, Seth conceded. They had no other option.


Deans objective was to get to Evy while Seth and Roman were going after Rusev to get to The Chairman. Roman had hooked punk up

with his facial recognition software that was originally developed to find Dean, but had since expanded to vocal recognition, heat readings, and remote drone access. The man was like a kid in a candy store, though Roman assured him that his access would be revoked as soon as they were safely back to headquarters. The man just waved him off and the big Samoan made a note to have his team watch out for attempted copies.

They also needed transport and all the extra hands they could muster. Roman was on the phone to connect to Cesaro, relating instructions for the Swiss pilot to find a car that wouldn't stand out (he didn't care how he did it) and meet them at Punk's place.

Within a few hours, all Shield members, both former and current, we're gearing up for this war. Cesaro brought extra gear for everyone and they looked the part of tactical specialists, donning black cargo pants, tactical vests, and weaponry. Dean, however, opted to stay in his jeans and tank top, only adding a fitted leg holster and wrapping his other wrist (for symmetry). The addition of a borrowed leather jacket is what gave him his edge. He was not someone you fucked with on a good day, but now he was downright dangerous.

Seth tapped at his earpiece and listened for the telltale buzz, "Punk, can you hear us?"

The tattooed man turned around in his desk chair, the headset hanging on only one ear. "Yeah, you're still standing in my livingroom." All four other men glared at him until a smile spread across his face, "Yes, I can hear you through the headset."

"Good."

Cesaro led the way to the car he had commandeered, a mid 80's Toyota two door coupe. Dean stopped at the sight of it and shook his head. All of them were well over 6 foot. How the hell were all four of them fitting in that? Nope. He'd do this his way.

"Dean? Where the hell are you going?" Seth yelled.

"I'm not squeezing my ass in that little car." The Lunatic Fringe called back without even turning around. He tapped his earpiece, "Punk, you still got that Ducati?"

"You're not taking my motorcycle, Dean!"

Seth followed him yelling for him to stop and get into the Toyota like a father yelled at a petulant child as he strode to the side of the building where he found an unassuming shed padlocked to hell. Using an ax discarded to the side, he made quick work of relieving them from their position.

He swung open the doors and grinned. Oh it was a pretty sight, a black and red Ducati Scrambler Classic. "Punk, you sure have good taste in bikes."

"DO NOT TAKE MY MOTORCYCLE!"

"Dean, that really isn't inconspicuous!" Seth barked from behind him. "We don't have time for this!"

"Shut up, Seth." He replied as he mounted the bike. Thankfully, the keys were in the ignition. The throaty engine kicked to life and he couldn't help the smile as the power he was sitting on ran through him. He would surely be faster than some Toyota POS. He could see Seth talking to him, but revving the engine drowned him out. Why hadn't he thought of that before? There was a black helmet sitting to the side and he put it on, securing the strap. He kicked off the kickstand and gave it some gas, giggling like a girl at the power that little motion gave him.

But, like a worried mother, Seth was at his side and quickly removed the key from the ignition, ignoring Dean's incredulous look. "Get off the bike."

"No way am I getting in that cramped Toyota." He replied and held his hand out for the key. "I'll wait for you three there."

"You promise you won't do anything stupid?"

Dean smiled behind the tinted glass of his helmet. "When have I ever done anything stupid?" All Seth had to do was look at him as an answer. "Ok, fine. I won't do anything stupid."

Though he hesitated, Seth handed over the key and Dean quickly brought the bike to life again. He revved the engine a few more times before hitting the throttle and zipping

from the garage at high speed. He caught a glimpse of Roman and Cesaro throwing their hands up in annoyance, but he didn't care. He would get to his daughter, with or without them. Yes, he would get there first, but his promise to Seth would be broken. He was getting his daughter out of there.

"Did you just steal my fucking motorcycle?" Punk buzzed in his ear.

"Borrowed." he answered.

"You break it, I break you. Comprende?"

"Understood."


He knew he would arrive first, that was the point. He stashed the bike in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, securing the door the best he could. He tapped the earpiece, "Punk, where are the others?"

"A good 20 minutes away." He answered. "You going to wait?"

"Can they hear me?"

"No."

"Then no." Dean replied and checked the gun in his holster. "I'm getting my little girl."

"Didn't Seth tell you to not do anything stupid?"

He chuckled, "When have I ever listened to Seth?"

"Touché." Punk replied. "What do you want me to do?"

"Can you see me?"

"Yeah." Punk answered. "This little system of Romans is pretty damn fancy!"

"Good." He said with a smirk. "I'm going in. Watch my back."

"Ever think you'd say that to me?" Punk buzzed in his ear with a laugh. "It's like we're actually getting along."

"Don't push it."

He had stashed the bike several blocks away. It wasn't like anyone would take it, he hadn't seen another person for at least a mile. There was no way to be inconspicuous because there would be no one else approaching but the Shield boys. He didn't like this at all. They would absolutely see anyone approaching, so what was the point of stealth? In some ways, Dean liked the idea of barging through the front doors before kicking ass and asking questions later. He was just that type of guy. But with Evy in danger, the idea of going in announced wasn't something he aspired to. He knew they probably already spotted him on the bike, but maybe he could avoid any further detection. Rooftops were out of the question, that's where most sentries would be waiting. High ground is key when waging any sort of defensive. So Dean would have to go under if he wished to go unnoticed.

"Is there a sewer system that runs under the school?" He asked Punk.

After a moment of typing, he answered, "Yeah, but why would you wanna go into a Russian sewer?"

"I never said I wanted to." He replied with an eye roll he hoped Punk could see from his little computer. "Just get me to the closest entrance."

"Alright, I hope you're up to date on your shots."

Punk led him to a manhole cover a few yards away and Dean made quick work opening it, gritting his teeth at the pain in his broken wrist. Immediately the smell hit him and he had to turn away and gag. "I fucking told you!" Punk buzzed in his ear. He ignored him easily as he pulled his shirt up to cover his nose before climbing down the rusted metal ladder. His boots thankfully landed on hard ground and not knee deep sewage, but the darkened brick access was disgusting enough on its own. He could hear rats scurrying away from him as he began to walk, there was a distinct sloshing sound from somewhere deeper in the tunnel, and the walls were covered in a grime that he'd be willing to bet wasn't something he wanted to touch.

"Go straight until you come to a dead end. You'll have to make a left turn." Instructed Punk, "I'll guide you from there."

Dean followed the instructions he was given; a left, a right, up a ladder, another right, and so on. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. He felt as if he had been in this filthy sewer for way longer than he anticipated. He knew the others would have arrived by now. He asked Punk that question.

"Oh, they arrived but I told them you ditched them a while ago. Seth told me to tell you that he's going to kill you if you all survive this...as well as some other expletives I won't repeat. But, they said they'd let you do your thing."

This made Dean smile. "Thanks man."

"Whatever." Said Punk, but there was a hint of a silent 'you're welcome' in his voice. "Up ahead of you, make a left and you'll see a steel door. That's the entrance to the school boiler room."

"Hey," Dean said, suddenly feeling the need to get something off his chest. "I know you and me, we haven't seen eye to eye...ever. What happened all those years ago…"

"You're really going to do this now?"

"I just want you to know that if something happens, I'm having my middle finger sent to you."

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."


A/N: thanks to all my reviewers! Keep em coming. I'm not even close to finishing up this story. Though, the last chapter is written. You'll want to stick around for that.