Hello, lovely readers!

I love how last chapter ended and it seemed a lot of you guys did too! A lightbulb has finally switched on for Dean and at long last he's realised that Sami is not interested in Georgie at all. Better late than never, eh?

Labinnacslove – Lets all hope for that. Dean is being a bit silly right now

76ers – You'll have to wait and see

Titans8 – Eventually

Seahawks3 – She sure does!

Espeon44 – Of course they will

Tantoune – It's the moment everything has clicked and he's realised just how wrong he's been about the whole situation. He's got a lot of making up to do here

Beautifultragedyxxx – She wanted to fully prove that she had been right all along and I think she really enjoyed the moment

Nattiebroskette – Sami is just adorable in general. I knew I had to include him in this story somehow and I love the roll he plays

Calwitch – Sami and Georgie are besties, and that means they're allowed to tease each other sometimes. Dean is so blinded by his feelings for Georgie that he sees anything and anyone as a threat. This has never happened to him before, so he thinks irrationally. But now he's been proven very wrong about the entire thing

Moxley Gal1 – She's scared to tell anyone about what Moxley said as she doesn't want to embarrass Dean, but she also is unaware who, if anyone, knows about their feelings.

Peace486 – Aww thank you for the ongoing support

Ambroserollinsgirl – Moxley will be showing up at some point, don't you worry

Ambrose-kohli-girl – Yes, he's finally admitted it. Sami likes Becky!

Chloe West17031646 – Thanks and welcome to all my stories!

Rkosgirl1 - You did call it first! Well done on that, you called it weeks ago! Sami likes Becky. Now lets see Dean's reaction

KaylsDaughterOfHades - Thanks for the review, my lovely. Youre right, some very interesting things coming up which I think you will like

This chapter is named after 'Figure It Out' by Royal Blood

Georgina Hale's Point Of View

All I wanted to do when I made it to the photo-shoot was find Becky and divulge the majorly huge piece of information I'd acquired from Sami. Due to his shyness and worries, he'd wanted me to help him tell her and I was more than happy to do that. But in order to let her know, I actually had to find my best friend first.

The shoot was taking place in a large refurbished warehouse in the suburbs a little away from the main Las Vegas strip. There were plenty of small off rooms within the building for us to change, the shoot taking place in a wide open space, all set up with lights, cameras and a backdrop.

It was your typical women's photo-shoot, the type WWE liked to do every now and then for their website and app. It always tended to be us girls who got dragged in to do these types of photos, but I didn't mind. It was a change of scenery, it was something different, and when you spend your whole time travelling with three men, it's sometimes nice to have a break from them and hang with some girls.

I'd brought my ring gear to change into and was looking for my changing cubicle when I finally ran into Becky. She was already in her ring gear, walking towards me from the main area. I figured she had just done her photos.

"Just the girl I was looking for. Have I got some news for you," I smirked as she walked towards me. I couldn't wait to tell her about Sami. I was practically bouncing on my feet.

"I'm going to sound like a right shit right now, but I need to leave," she told me sadly. "I am in a major rush and to be fair I could have done without this stupid shoot today."

I frowned. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," she smiled. "It's just Claire, Sam and Beth have flown into town to see me but they're only here for a few days. We organised to meet this afternoon but then this stupid photo-shoot landed on us, didn't it?"

Claire, Sam and Beth were old school friends of Becky's from back in Ireland. I'd met them a few times when I'd flown over to stay with Becky and her folks in Ireland during my NXT days. They were all lovely girls but due to work and distance, Becky rarely got to see them these days. So I could understand why she was in a rush, especially if her time was limited.

It sucked because I was desperate to tell her about Sami, but I knew it was something that could easily wait a few days.

"I won't keep you then," I smiled. "But we need to hang out soon."

"You're damn right we do," she laughed. "We need a girly night in. No Shield boys, just me and you, a chick-flick, chips and ice cream."

"Sounds perfect," I agreed. "Have a good time with the girls."

"Will do. I'll text you later," she said as she quickly rushed off.

I watched her go, carrying on and walking to the changing cubicles in order to get ready for the shoot. Once I was all changed and my ring gear was on, I headed over to hair and makeup in order for the girls there to make me look somewhat decent. I'd arrived at the place with no makeup on and my long brown hair in a messy bun atop of my head.

I was in desperate need for someone to do something with my hair and face. And as usual, the ladies worked their magic. My hair was styled in long waves down my back, my bangs covering my forehead as usual. My makeup was a little dark and smoky to reflect the dark Shield gear I wore. If I was honest, I looked awesome.

I looked at my hair and make-up, loving what I saw and thanking everyone for their work, quickly rushing to where the photo-shoot was set up. I was rather excited to be taking part in it since I'd never really done anything like this before and so rushed there as quickly as my feet would carry me, wanting to see some of the other girls and wanting to see where I'd be working. My walk practically broke out into a jog as I moved, the smile bright on my face.

That was until a body connected with mine.

I hadn't been watching where I was going so I instantly began to apologise… until I looked up to see who it was I'd walked into.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Charlotte, clutching her shoulder tightly with her hand, stopping her Women's Championship belt from slipping, casting her eyes down to look at me. "Oh, I should have known it would be you."

She was much taller than me, the woman towering over me in a rather intimidating way. I swallowed nervously, not because I was afraid of her, but because the second I looked at her my mind thought straight back to the last time I'd been alone with this woman.

It had been the night Randy and she had attacked me.

Dark memories of that night flashed before my eyes, my body reliving the pain, my heart reliving the fear, my mind reliving the horror of how low they sunk to attack myself without The Shield. I let out a steady breath, my eyes connecting with hers, trying to show her that I wasn't shaken.

In reality I was taken aback with the feelings that ran through me and the memories that would not leave, but there was no way in hell I was showing her that.

"Accidents happen," was all I said to her.

"Just watch where you're fucking going next time, got that?" she said, giving me a foul look before holding her Women's Championship belt tighter and making her way out of the room.

I watched her go, willing my heart rate to finally calm down as my name got called to take part in the photo-shoot.

xXx

I acted cool, calm and collected when I made it back to Dean's apartment later that evening. I didn't want to show that the Charlotte incident had shaken me, and to be honest I didn't want to show an incident had taken place at all. I wanted things to seem normal so as to avoid any awkward questions.

The apartment was empty when I got back, but the blinds were closed and the lights were on, so I knew someone had to be in. I placed my bag down on the kitchen counter and headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap and raised it to my lips, letting the cool liquid fall gloriously down my throat.

A bedroom door swung open and out stepped Dean Ambrose. He was dressed casually in a pair of baggy gym pants and a white t-shirt clinging tightly to his body, his hair sticking up in every which direction. He rubbed his eyes and yawned so I figured he must have been napping.

"You're back," he smiled once his eyes honed in on me, walking over to the kitchen to get his own bottle of water. "I thought I heard the door go."

"I didn't wake you, did I?" I said as I made my way over to sit on the sofa.

"Nah, I'd just been dozing off for five minutes. Resting my eyes," he said, grabbing his water and joining me in the living area.

This was the first time we'd been alone since his apology this morning, which meant it was the first time we'd been alone since Dean had told me that oh-so-important fact that he had no idea last night had even happened. I made sure to keep a suitable distance between us as we sat down, not wanting to push him or give him any inkling that something was up.

I still wasn't sure what to do on that front, and even though I'd taken great pleasure in letting him know that Sami wasn't interested me, I hadn't stuck around to find out his response. I wasn't sure how he was feeling so I didn't want to make this weird.

"Where is everyone?" I asked him. It was a generic question, one that wouldn't cause an argument or major reaction.

"Seth is still away visiting Zahra," he began. "And Roman and Gal are showering."

"Together?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They haven't seen each other in a few weeks," Dean smirked. "Not properly anyway. As long as they clean up my bathroom after themselves and keep the noise down, they can do whatever they want."

I blushed and smirked at the thought of Roman and Galina getting freaky just beyond the bathroom door. Dean was right; this trip to Vegas was the first time they'd seen each other in a long while. Being apart from your husband or wife for that long can leave you longing and needy. It was quite romantic really. It showed the love and lust was still there between them.

"As long as I don't have to invest in a pair of ear plugs," I chuckled lightly, sort of enjoying the nice and relaxed atmosphere between Dean and I. Nothing seemed weird. It didn't seem awkward or like one of us had admitted some pretty big feelings the night before without even realising it.

It was like the old days. I wasn't sure how long this nice atmosphere would last, be it minutes or hours or days, but I was going to enjoy it for whatever brief time I had it.

"How was the photo-shoot?" Dean asked me, changing the subject.

"Uh, you know, the usual," I shrugged. "It was a photo shoot. I just had to stand there, pose and try and look pretty."

"Well I'm sure that can't have been too difficult," he smiled.

I laughed lightly, taking another sip of my water.

"Boring though," I said to him. "It was just a lot of standing around until it was my turn."

"Did, uh, did you see Becky there?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck. He seemed a touch awkward, like he was testing the waters or something.

"Yeah, but only briefly," I said. "Some of her friends are over from Ireland for a few days so she was heading out to meet them after the shoot. So I barely had chance to speak to her. Which is majorly annoying after what Sami told me."

"Yeah, that, uh, that shit is pretty crazy, huh?" he said. He was looking at the floor, purposely avoiding any eye contact with me. And I knew exactly why.

Dean Ambrose was guilty.

"Not really," I said nonchalantly. "It's always been pretty obvious to me. I've suspected it for a while now. I was just waiting for him to say something."

"I, uh, never really picked up on it," Dean muttered.

"Well that's because Sami is my friend and I've known him for years," I told him. "So I know when there's a change in him and I easily pick up on those changes. It was clear as day that he was crushing on Becky."

I chanced a glance over at Dean, seeing him looking down at the half empty water bottle in his hands, his fingers idly picking at the paper label on it. He was deep in thought, pressing his lips together, trying to figure out what was best to say to me. And it can't have been easy for him.

Today, Dean Ambrose had been proven wrong, and now he had to figure out his next move going forward.

I simply sat there in silence having already said my piece. Now it was up to Dean to respond and take the lead in this conversation.

"I've been a dick, haven't I?" he finally said to me.

"In what way?" I asked.

"To Sami," he replied. "All this weeks, I've been a fucking prick to the poor guy, and he honestly hasn't deserved it."

That's an understatement!

"Well, things haven't been great between you," I noted. "And it's all been uncalled for, Dean. I know it sounds horrible to say to you, but it's true."

"I know it is," he said, finally looking up at me. "I think I owe the guy an apology."

"I think you do," I nodded in agreement. "He hasn't done anything, Dean."

"I know he hasn't," he said lowly, a hint of shame in his tone. "And yet I've treated him like shit... I'll apologise next time I see him, I promise."

A small smile slid onto my lips. "Thank you. I think that'd be good for both of you. All I want is for you both to get along."

"And… I'm sorry to you too," he added. "All he was doing was being your friend."

"Just like I said the whole time."

"Just…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Just like you said the whole time. I know it's made you feel like shit too, so I'm sorry for how I've acted, Georgina."

I couldn't help but be touched by his heartfelt apology. Dean Ambrose was not a man who admitted he was wrong, so to be doing this was pretty big for him. It wasn't something you saw everyday, so I was grateful that he'd chosen to acknowledge his wrong-doings to me.

I shuffled closer to him on the sofa until our legs were touching, and took his hand in mine. He looked down at our hands before looking at me curiously.

"You're already forgiven," I smiled up at him. "Let's just not let this happen again. When I say we can trust someone, believe me next time."

He smiled before nodding. "Deal."

"Deal," I replied, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

But I was caught by surprise when my gentle grab of his hand became a hug as he pulled me against him. His arms went tenderly around me, pressing me against his chest, hugging me sweetly.

I found myself a little off guard at first, my body in shock by the sudden and bold movement from a man who rarely shows affection. But I soon couldn't help finding myself returning the hug, leaning into him and wrapping my own arms around his body.

He held me tightly, his hands ghosting up my back, brushing against my hair, my heart picking up pace as it did.

I would have once thought of this as a friendly hug, a way of us putting our problems to bed. But after last night's revelations, I could not help but think of the meaning behind it on Dean's part. Holding me this close, keeping me this near, having me all to himself… this surely had to mean more to him than a simple hug between friends.

I didn't want to give him any false hope, not until I'd probably considered my own feelings, but I could not help the way I leaned into him or the way I liked how his fingers felt as they dragged up my spine, or the way the scent of his aftershave filled my nostrils.

I smiled as his cheek rested on top of my head and his arms squeezed me that little bit tighter in his strong grasp.

It was… nice.

"Friends?" he asked me as he pulled away.

"We always were, Ambrose," I smirked at him before standing up and grabbing my empty water bottle to put with the recycling. "Though, I have to ask," I said as I walked over to the kitchen, "why the sudden change of opinion?"

Dean froze in his seat for a few seconds before glancing up at me, his eyes blinking. "What do you mean?"

"Well this time yesterday you hated Sami," I said, placing my bottle into the recycling bin. "What's happened in the meantime to change your opinion of him?"

I knew it was a little mean of me to be playing games with him, but I had to be certain of his reasoning behind forgiving Sami. Plus it would give him the perfect opportunity for him to admit what Moxley had already told me.

"I… I just…" He ran a hand through his hair again. "I just think the arguing between us last night over him was ridiculous. I don't want a repeat of it again. So, uh, I figured it was best to brush all this shit under the carpet and actually give the guy a chance. Like I said, he's not actually done anything. I think I should trust him now."

Liar!

Oh, it was a total lie. And a pretty obvious one too. He wanted to give Sami a chance because he'd finally realised it wasn't me he liked, it was Becky. But I wasn't going to call out Dean like that, not now things were finally beginning to settle between him and Sami.

It was a little awkward that it was his own feelings for me that had changed his mind on Sami. But after the arguments of yesterday, I wanted just one day where things seemed settled. So I was going to accept his fake reasonings for now.

"Fair enough," I smiled. "I'm just glad-"

The front door swinging open put a dramatic halt to our conversation. Through it stepped Seth Rollins with a big bag in hand, his shoulders dropping, his body hunched, his face sullen.

"Oh, hey, dude," said Dean, his face full of confusion. "What are you doing back?"

"You only left this morning," I said, slowly walking over to him. "We thought you'd be gone for a few days at least."

"No point," he said monotonously. "We said everything that needed to be said."

Dean and I gave each other a concerned look before we looked back to Seth.

"Dude?" Dean asked, encouraging him to talk.

"It's over," Seth said, his voice full of sadness. "The whole fucking thing is over. Zahra and I are done. We broke up."

Again, a huge thanks to labinnacslove, 76ers, Titans8, Seahawks3, Espeon44, Tantoune, beautifultragedyxxx, nattiebroskette, calwitch, Moxley Gal1, peace486, ambroserollinsgirl, ambrose-kohli-girl, rkosgirl1, KaylsDaughterOfHades and Chloe West17031646 for their reviews