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Dean grabbed a pillow pulling it over his head. He hoped to drowned out the sound of the alarm screaming from the night stand. Realizing he needed to start moving, Dean sat up. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, while searching for something that would tell him the time. Finally focusing on the small digital clock. With a sigh of relief he had just enough time to shower. A moan came from under the sheets next to him. "I gotta get going," Dean voice cracked. Tracy rolled toward him, her response was pulling the sheets back over her.

Dean ran a toothbrush through his mouth as he showered. Drying off, throwing clothes on and running his fingers through his hair. One last look in the mirror, it was going to be a sunglasses day. He glanced back at Tracy, who still laid under the sheets. He thought about trying to wake her, but he didn't have time. "I am leaving," he announced as he walked out.

…

Isabella stood clipboard in hand, "wait there should be another wardrobe case," she looked back at the list.

"Nothing else on the truck," the man answered.

"No, there is one missing," Isabella began counting again, matching everything with the paper in front of her. "The case normally doesn't travel." Isabella realized the case kissing carried the Undertaker's hat and jacket.

"There is nothing else on this truck," the man said again.

"Look it is here on the delivery paper," Isabella knew this guy was looking to get out, and not be bothered with this. "Right here," Isabella pointed, "I should have twelve cases," the man's face was getting red. "There is eleven," Isabella turned," look one, two, three."

"I know how to count," the man snapped.

"Than you better find that twelfth one," Isabella shot back. She took her phone out. She would have to tell Hunter. Tracy was suppose to be here, and was a hour late. "I love my job," Isabella muttered to herself. She dialed Tracy's number, no answer. "You going to find out what happened," Isabella yelled back at the man. He pulled his phone out.

"Yeah, listen," he started. Isabella went back to her phone, there was no way around it, Hunter needed to be called.

"Shit," the man put his head down, "that is at least three hours, for one. You don't have another. I didn't pack them." Isabella already knew where this was going. "Hey hon," the man yelled his attitude had changed. "Look that case was in the warehouse."

"How long," Isabella cut his off.

"Seven tonight," he answered.

"Great," Isabella groaned. Seven tonight NXT Takeover would be in full swing. "It has to be here tonight." The man nodded running back to his truck. "Thank god we're in New York," was all Isabella could say. She dialed Hunter's number, praying it would to voice mail.

"What's up," Hunter deep voice answered.

"They forgot to pack Taker's wardrobe case. It is back in Connecticut, the guy went back for it. Said it will be here by seven tonight." Isabella closed her eyes waiting for a response.

"Well," Hunter paused, "unpack what we have, start there. Thank you for handling it. Must have been an extra stress for Tracy." Isabella wasn't about to tell him Tracy was nowhere to be found. "Yeah," Isabella nodded, " I will keep you posted." Isabella was surprised how calm he was. Right now there was no time for her to be stressed about it. She had to unpack cases, finally fittings, and pray Tracy showed up.

…

Isabella finished the woman's cases. She was tired and her body hurt. It had been weeks solid of doing this herself. She looked at her phone, still no word from Tracy. Looking over at the man's wardrobe Isabella sat. "No sitting on the job," Isabella looked up seeing Paige and Alicia standing. Isabella smiled pulling herself back up.

"I got pant problems," Alicia handed Isabella her ring shorts. Isabella looked them over.

"The seam needs to be redone," Isabella showed her. "Hey neither of you seen Tracy?" Both girls looked at each other. Isabella narrowed her eyes, "what?"

"I saw her coming out of Dean's room," Paige rocked back on her feet. Alicia raised her eyebrow.

"Think she spent a night in the Asylum," Alicia giggled. Paige elbowed her in the ribs. "Sorry," Alicia hit Paige.

"No," Isabella shook her head, "that's kinda funny."

"You aren't mad," Paige asked.

"I am pissed I am stuck, because she was out partying," Isabella answered.

"Oh," Alicia crinkled her nose, "I thought."

"No," Isabella knew where this was going. "I am not with Dean, I did not have a drunken sex filled night with Roman." Isabella's voice cracked, all the sudden she just wanted to cry, "I didn't take this job to stalk my ex boyfriend." Paige and Alicia glanced at each other. Isabella took a deep breath, and put her hands to her face, " sorry." Isabella gathered herself. She didn't have time for a break down. "I will get you shorts done," Isabella smiled at Alicia.

"Thanks," Alicia answered quickly. Neither girl knew really what to say.

"You are doing a really good job," Paige stepped forward wrapping her arms around Isabella. "It is hard being out here, dealin with all the drama." Isabella only nodding, knowing if she tried to speak only tears would come.

…

"Lizzy," a low voice made Isabella lookup. She finished all the wardrobe cases, and was trying to see where the missing one was. Tracy stood eye half open hair still a mess.

"Isabella," Isabella walked toward her, " my name is Isabella." Tracy didn't answer, only tried to keep her balance. "Everything is unpacked, we are missing the case with Takers gear. But it is on its way. So all you have is last minute stuff." Tracy nodded, and Isabella could tell she was not hearing anything she said.

"Did you tell," Tracy voice was low.

"No," Isabella stopped her, "I covered for you." Tracy managed a smile.

"Sorry," Tracy wiped her hair back again," I going to get a cigarette." She starched, "than whatever you need." Isabella didn't answer. She wonder who hired her. Clearly this was not going to work out. Isabella didn't know if it was her place to say anything.

"Hey love bug," Isabella felt arm wrap around her wrist and being lift slightly off the floor.

"Don't," Isabella slapped at the hands, without looking she knew it was Dean. She wasn't sure why but she was mad at him.

"What's wrong," Dean laughed. Isabella turned around facing him.

"I have a lot of work," Isabella hoped he would take the hint. Dean studied her face for a minute.

"Well," he started slowly, "that new girl."

"Oh," Isabella put her hand up, " the one you banged last night! Yeah big help! I again got to do all of wardrobe! She outside taking a cigarette break, I mean she did manage to pull herself down here!"

"Slow down," Dwan laughed, he had never seen her this mad, "ok, she partied to much."

"And you helped her," Isabella yelled, causing people around to start paying attention. "And why does everyone seem to think we have something going on? I mean are you telling people things? Clearly you will sleep with anyone so do people just assume if a girl talks to you," Isabella face was red and tears started to spill out.

"Ok, you had a bad day," Dean backed off.

"Whatever," Isabella couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You need a day off," Dean could feel himself getting mad. He wasn't sure why. Maybe guilt, or a little shame. Isabella shook her head smirking, Dean stepped closer, " or maybe you should get laid, might do you some good." He knew it was mean and it would hurt her. Once it came out of his mouth her regretted it. The sting on his face wasn't a shock to him.

"Ok," Dean watched as a group of girl grab Isabella. They glared at Dean as they pulled a sobbing Isabella away.

"What the," Tracy voice came behind Dean. He was sure she had watched the whole scene play out. "She is nuts," Tracy laughed.

"No," Dean rubbed his face, "just really hurting."