Saturday, 22:32 - One Month Ago

Dean was rarely, if ever, as nervous as he was when Alexa wanted to video chat. Aside from the fact that her father could have his call traced to find the safehouse a little way outside the city, the young man feared he'd accidentally say something wrong and Alexa wouldn't want anything to do with him. Now that would jeopardize the mission he was on to seduce and convince her to meet him in person, but it would also mean losing contact with a lovely individual that likes Dean for who he was.

Dean checked his Tinder profile. How he managed to win over the president's daughter in such a short time baffled his mind. In less than four months, they exchanged many Skype calls, phone calls, late-night text exchanges, and "I love yous". Dean didn't think his profile would catch her attention but it did and he was more than happy that she decided to swipe right. Of course, if she didn't, he'd have to think of another way to get in contact with her for the operation to be successful. But Dean got lucky in more ways than one.

The desktop computer in front of Dean dinged, notifying him he had an incoming Skype call. The name "Alexa Bliss" flashing across the screen brought a smirk to his face. One of Dean's favorite part of the week was getting to chat with Alexa.

Dean accepted the call request. The screen took a moment to load. Alexa's icon was a simple selfie she took a few weeks before. Dean told her how much he loved her smile, so she usually sent him a few selfies every day. His crew gave him a little hassle for how much Alexa liked him, but Dean didn't mind them much. Dean's profile picture was the same as his Tinder profile: A photo of himself leaning against his motorcycle. Alexa mentioned that the bike caught her eye and made her read further into Dean's bio.

The call finally connected. Dean's smile stretched from ear to ear as the image of the tiny blonde girl he'd been unfortunate enough to fall for took up his screen.

"Hey, baby doll," Dean greeted the girl. The nickname came to mind out of thin air one day. Dean tried it out the first time they spoke over the phone and Alexa giggled. Since she smiled brightly every time he called her that, Dean stuck with it.

"Hey you," Alexa cooed. "Sorry I couldn't get on 'til late. My softball game ran a little behind and I had to wait for my dad to go to bed and the morning security wouldn't leave, so... It's whatever."

"Morning security? Is your dad some big important guy?" Dean asked sarcastically.

Alexa chuckled. "Fuck off, babe. If you thought overbearing parents were bad, you have no idea what it's like to have Kurt as a parent. I'm pretty sure the NSA has tabs on my computer, even though dad swears there's nothing on it."

Dean caught himself staring at Alexa without actually listening to what she was saying. She looked good tonight; A sweatshirt with her high school's logo on the chest with her silky blonde locks pulled back into a messy ponytail. Simple and modest, something Alexa was and Dean loved finding that in people.

"What?" Alexa asked with a giggle, noticing the boy on the other end hadn't said anything.

"You just look gorgeous tonight," Dean praised. A light grin stretched his lips when Alexa blushed and turned her head away. "You do. Something about the ponytail and the hoodie makes me wish we were together right now."

"Yeah?" Alexa faced her computer again. "What would we be doing if we were together right now?"

"We'd be cuddling for sure," Dean said. "Probably watching a movie. I wouldn't be paying much attention to whatever chick-flick you have on. I'd be too busy admiring the little hottie under my arm."

Alexa giggled. "Jeez, baby, it's just a hoodie."

"Yeah, but I like that. It's like I just came home after a long day at work and you're the first thing I see. You have on your favorite sweatshirt and your hair is pulled back in a ponytail. You kiss me, ask me how work was. I tell you work sucks and you tell me how sorry you are and give me another kiss. You tell me to take a shower and we can cuddle and watch a movie since you don't feel like going out tonight. I come back into our bedroom, all showered and not smelling like the inside of a shoe, and we fall asleep holding each other. Then we order pizza after we wake up from our nap. Half meat lovers for me, half spinach and banana peppers for you."

Alexa covered her face to hide her blush. Dean physically felt his chest swell at the sight of the younger girl at a loss for words for what he was saying. Alexa probably thought it was sweet talk, but Dean meant everything he was saying. If he could talk his group out of kidnapping Alexa, maybe Dean could just be with her and see where things went for them.

"I love it," Alexa finally said after regaining composure. "I love that you think about things like that. It makes me smile, Jon."

Jon. Dean's smile nearly fell from his face at the sound of his fake name. If things went right, and Dean could be with Alexa, how would she respond to finding out he lied about his name? Maybe it would be a minute detail that she wouldn't care about. Or, perhaps, she would freak out and never speak to Dean again. Either way, sometime soon, the truth would reveal itself.

"I think you forgot something though," Alexa purred, her tone lowering.

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "What did I forget?"

"What happens after the pizza," Alexa cooed. "You watched my favorite movie and remembered my favorite toppings. Maybe I would be in the mood to make you feel happy too."

Dean felt his jeans suddenly fit tighter. Alexa's mesmerizing stare and the sultriness of her words brought heatwaves over Dean's body. Before today, she never hinted at wanting to have sex with him or anything of that nature. She never really mentioned whether or not she was a virgin. Dean figured she was, based on how shy she was when they first started exchanging messages. Yet here she was not holding back on the sexual overtone.

"How would you do that?" Dean asked with a smirk, deciding to play along.

Alexa narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin with her index finger, mimicking deep thought. She then hit a button on her keyboard and her camera shut off. She was still in the call, but Dean couldn't see her face.

"Lex?" Dean asked.

The call refreshed and Alexa's face reappeared on the screen. Dean's eyes immediately locked onto the chest of Alexa that was now exposed but she angled the camera so all he couldn't see her breasts at all.

"Lex, come on," Dean pleaded.

"What?" Alexa asked, biting her lip seductively.

"Baby, please."

"What?" Alexa giggled.

"Low-lower the camera?" Dean asked. His blood was pumping to all the right places. The one thing he'd never expect from someone like Alexa was happening and he was sure this was one of his new favorite things about her.

Alexa shrugged. "But why? I think it's fine the way it is."

"Don't you dare be a tease," Dean warned playfully, grinning when Alexa started laughing.

Alexa sighed, pretending to be reluctant about it. "Fine." She said in a sing-songy way.

Alexa readjusted the camera so it focused on her chest. Instead of the luscious breasts Dean was hoping for, he instead found a strapless maroon-colored bra.

"Fuck," Dean cursed, covering his face with his hands. "You fucking tease."

Alexa giggled. "I can't just show you my boobs, Jon. I have to make you work for them."

Dean studied the image closely. Alexa opened up during one of their late-night phone calls and admitted she struggled with body image issues earlier in her life. After a horrific stint in the hospital, Alexa decided to get breast implants to help her see herself in a better light. Dean wasn't going to complain. They were a full C-cup and perfectly round and hung like they were all-natural.

"Is it cold in your room?" Dean snickered.

Alexa scoffed and quickly put her sweatshirt back on. Dean groaned in disappointment, but it was all in good spirit.

Alexa smiled softly. "I love you, Jon."

Dean chuckled. "I love you, Lexi. I'll let you get to bed, ok? We can talk tomorrow."

Alexa kissed her fingers, then blew the kiss into the camera. Dean rolled his eyes but then pretended to catch the kiss. Alexa said goodnight then ended the call.

Dean sighed heavily. "Fuck," he muttered, realizing he got in way too deep with Alexa. That being said, he wasn't that upset about it.


The White House - Tuesday, 0712 - PRESENT DAY

"You can't just be goin' on TV and threatening people!" VP Jeff Jarrett had flown in late the night before after he received news about Kurt's daughter. He was meeting with Canada's Prime Minister Bret Hart, but the two mutually agreed Angle's situation was direr than a golf game regarding import tax.

President Angle sat behind his desk in the Oval Office. Jarrett sat across from him in a cushioned armchair. Kurt's impromptu changes to his speech didn't just annoy Miss Deville. The entire country was talking about Angle's declaration against the people that took his daughter. The White House received several prank phone calls from people all over the world either claiming to have information or asking if Kurt was going to start nuking the country out of anger. Deville strongly urged Kurt to have another conference to clear the air, but Angle wasn't hearing it.

"They took my daughter, Jarrett," Angle replied, staring off into the distance with no noticeable emotion on his face. "I don't care what the general population of the United States thinks about my speech yesterday. I want my daughter found and I mean right now."

Jarrett threw his hands in the air, inaudibly giving up on trying to reason with Kurt.

Secretary of Homeland Security, Hunter Helmsley, stepped forward. "With all due respect, sir, we do need to think of a way to keep the people level-headed. We have already received several phone calls threatening your safety and false threats to harm your daughter."

"How do you know they were false threats?" Kurt questioned.

"The calls were traced to a fast food restaurant a few blocks from the White House. It was a group of teenagers thinking they're funny by prank calling us."

Kurt nodded. "And the Skype account?"

"Burner account with a fake name and email with nothing to go off of, sir," Stephanie McMahon, Secretary of Defense, stepped in after Kurt.

"No traces to this hideout. No signal from their cell phones. What am I supposed to do?" Angle asked the room.

The President's Cabinet exchanged looks with each other. VP Jarrett shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, not having a clue what to do either.

"We have the police working overtime, Kurt," Jarrett spoke. "They are combing this city top to bottom. We have state police crossing into neighboring states to check there too. They couldn't have gone very far in the last day. Someone would've seen that van by now."

"And we couldn't get anything from any security cameras on the projected escape route?" Angle asked.

Secretary Helmsley shook his head. "We followed the van until the outskirts of town. Then we couldn't find anything. Junkyards, landfills, the bottom of lakes. We can't find this specific van."

Angle stood from his desk. "Ok. We can figure this out if we just give it some more time. We can get Alexa back. I know we can. Have the perimeters set up further outside the city. I don't want anyone within fifty miles of Washington D.C. without a background check. Make sure we have checked every inch of the woods too. I know there are some hunting cabins out there. Maybe one of them is the hideout. We won't know until we try."

The room came alive with chatter. Angle stood up from his desk and hurried with Secretary Helmsley to take another look at the security footage to double-check anything they may have missed.


A Cabin Somewhere Outside Washington D.C. - Tuesday, 12:21

Sleeping with her arm constantly locked in place resulted in a restless night for Alexa Bliss. She strangely felt comfortable enough to try and sleep knowing Jon or Dean or whatever his real name was at this point was on the other side of the door. She thought about calling for him and asking him to hold her, but she also knew that would probably get them both killed.

Alexa rattled her handcuff against the headboard. The woman captor came in the night before to let Alexa use the bathroom. Upon returning, the woman tightened the cuff too tight around Alexa's wrist. Her wrist bled and bruised a little during the night. Alexa felt some relief from the pain when she cried herself into an exhaustion induced slumber.

Alexa just wanted to go home. She didn't do anything to deserve being held captive inside a cabin. With every passing hour, Alexa imagined Dean coming into the bedroom, unlocking her handcuff, and running away from this place so they could be together. Then Alexa remembered he was part of the reason she was in the cabin in the first place and Alexa wanted to punch him in the face until she stopped feeling so angry.


The crew assigned with kidnapping the President's daughter sat around the dining room table eating fast food. Seth made a quick run to a town away from D.C. for a food run. The city barricades were now requiring background checks to get through. Since half of the crew were wanted felons, and the other half weren't legal citizens of the country, they decided it was best to avoid D.C. at all costs.

Sasha cleared her throat. "I need most of you to come with me in a couple of minutes. I finally got in touch with our transporter and he said he would meet with us in Baltimore. It's a safe distance from D.C. and he said they aren't as locked down like some other places."

Dean paused mid-chew. "You got a buyer already?"

Sasha nodded. "Yep. We're going to be VERY rich people in less than a week."

"Shit," Dean muttered, feeling his heart sink to the floor. Time was running out a lot faster than he had any plan for. He expected at least a month before any transporter was brave enough to try and move Alexa, but he was wrong in thinking that.

"How much for the bitch?" Sami asked.

Sasha popped a fry into her prideful grin. "Fifty... mil."

"Fuck you," Kevin spat, not believing a word Sasha was saying. "Fifty million? How the fuck did you manage that."

"I'm the Boss," Sasha bragged with a scoff. "I know how to get what I want when I want. They want a little blonde, eighteen-year-old, high school-aged, virgin. The fact that she's Angle's kid is what jacked the price way the fuck up."

"So you blue-balled him 'til he coughed up fifty mils then blew him?" Seth asked, baiting laughs from everyone except Sasha.

"Keep laughing," Sasha said over the chuckles. "It won't be so funny when you lose your part of the cut."

"Oh, well see about that," Kevin grumbled.

"Anyway," Sasha took lead again. "I'll need Seth and Kevin. Sami can stay here with Dean to watch the brat. We'll text you when we're coming up the driveway so you don't shoot us when we get back."

Dean nodded. "That sounds fine. Won't be too hard keeping an eye on a girl who can't go anywhere."

"Don't go fuckin' her or anything," Seth said. "She needs that hymen intact."

"The hymen doesn't determine whether or not you're a virgin, asshole," Sasha barked.

Seth shrugged. "If you say so."

Sasha collected her keys and left with Seth and Kevin. The minute the car disappeared down the hill, Sami started for the door.

"I'm going for a walk," Sami said. "I can't be fucked to sit here and watch the cunt. I'll text when I'm on the way back."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good."

Sami bid farewell and left the cabin. Dean turned his head to the door leading to the master bedroom. Dean peeked through the curtains to make sure Sami was walking away from the cabin. Sami started for the direction of the lake, which was a good enough sign for Dean.


Alexa jumped at the sound of the bedroom door unlocking. Fearing the worst, Alexa braced herself for a beating or more terrible treatment from the others. Thankfully, Dean stepped into the room.

"Hey," the boy said sheepishly. "Here," he tossed the young woman a cheeseburger. "Figured you were getting sick of granola."

"I don't eat meat," Alexa said.

Dean nodded. "I know. Veggie burger. Extra cheese and pickles, easy mustard. No ketchup."

Alexa smiled softly. "Thanks."

As Alexa unwrapped her burger, Dean unlocked her handcuffs to give her a break from the strain. Dean cursed under his breath at the sight of the girl's wrist cut open and bruised. He excused himself and turned for the bathroom for some gauze. Alexa felt her legs twitch when she considered making a run for it. She pictured herself sprinting away from the cabin, screaming as loud as she could while probably being chased by Dean. But she also didn't want to jeopardize Dean's life. He was a backstabbing asshole, but he wasn't as evil as the others were.

Dean returned with gauze and some disinfectant. "I'm sorry they put in on too tight," he said, taking Alexa's hand. "They're fucking stupid."

Alexa winced with the feeling of the medicine covering her cut, but it brought a little relief. Dean wrapped the gauze around her wrist to prevent the cuts from getting any worse.

"You wanna come watch some TV?" Dean asked. "The others won't be back for a while. I figure you're probably sick of this room by now."

Alexa cracked a smile, though it was far from the lively one Dean loved. "Sure," she spoke softly.

Dean checked to make sure all doors were locked and the curtains were closed as Alexa made her way into the living room for the first time without a blindfold. It was small, hardly bigger than a normal-sized apartment. There was seemingly another bedroom next to the kitchen and a bathroom next to the front closet.

Alexa uneasily sat on the sofa and clicked on the TV. The first thing that came on-screen was a re-run of "Friends". Alexa chuckled to herself and actually felt some ease for the first time since yesterday.

"Hey, your favorite," Dean stated, joining Alexa on the couch but keeping a sizeable gap between them.

Alexa noticed Dean left room between them. She was thankful for that. He wanted to be with her but knew they weren't in the best situation at the moment for sitting near each other.

"This is one of my favorite episodes too," Alexa pointed out, turning the volume up a few decibels.

Dean propped his feet up on the coffee table. He gave Alexa a soft smile and a chuckle. Alexa herself again looked back at the front door and considered making her escape. She decided against it however and tuned back into the show.

Suddenly, a news broadcast flashed on the screen.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Michael Cole with NXT News," a new anchor spoke directly into the camera as the news headlines scrolled underneath him. "The nation is still searching for the whereabouts of First Daughter, Alexa Bliss-Angle. Her last known whereabouts was a coffee shop in Washington D.C. where she was believed to be meeting this man," Dean's picture came on screen; It was his Tinder profile picture. Alexa turned her head to face Dean, who himself was still glued to the TV albeit visibly worried. Cole continued on. "His alias is said to be "Jon Moxley", though his true identity is unknown. The White House and President Angle are awarding a reward for anyone with any information about either the suspect or Alexa Bliss." The news report ended after that and the show came back on.

"Jon-"

"I swear to God I'll get you home safe," Dean sputtered, shaking his head to divert attention away from his tears.

"I don't want you to go to prison!" Alexa exclaimed. "Dean, you'll never get out of there. You'll be in jail for the rest of your life."

Dean shook his head. "It's what I deserve. I manipulated you into thinking I'm a good person. I'm not, Alexa. I'm a fucking waste. The last good thing I need to do is getting you home safe at any cost."

Alexa crawled across the couch. "I don't want that though," for the first time, she wrapped her arms around Dean's torso and held him tight. "I don't want you going to jail for me. Maybe I can talk my dad into giving you a pardon-"

"No," Dean chuckled. "If I get pardoned, my group comes after me and I die. I'd rather rot away in a jail cell instead of getting shot in my sleep. Granted, they'll probably have someone waiting for me on the inside to completely fuck my day up. But it's what I get."

"Stop," Alexa pleaded. "Stop it. You did a bad thing, but you're still a sweet guy."

"Why are you even still into me? I'm literally the reason you're here. I'm the reason you are scared. I'm the reason you're in this mess."

Alexa's lip quivered, then she shrugged. "It doesn't make a lot of sense, huh? But I don't care. I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Jon... I mean, Dean. Every single part of me is begging me to make a run for it. Everything in my brain is telling me to leave. But I can't. My heart sees you for the boy I love. If you promise that everything we talked about was real, then why would I ever want to let that go?"

"It was real," Dean assured. "I swear to God everything between us is real. I just ruined it."

Alexa shook her head, letting her messy blonde locks sway from side to side. "Not ruined. We'll just have a funny story to tell our kids someday."

Dean laughed through his tears. "Kids. You sound freaking crazy right now. You want to have kids with the guy that kidnapped you?"

"Maybe one day," Alexa admitted. "Maybe I want to have your baby. Maybe I'm just a dumb kid that fell in love too fast and I'm too stubborn to let that go. I don't care."

Dean wrapped one of his arms around Alexa's tiny frame, returning the embrace. "I finally get to hold you. Sorry it wasn't under better circumstances."

Alexa leaned into Dean, connecting their lips softly for the first time. Alexa almost pulled back when Dean's tongue slipped into her mouth, but she decided to push further into him and return the gesture.

Dean abruptly broke the kiss. "What the fuck are we doing?"

Alexa furrowed her brow. "What?"

Dean shook his head. "You shouldn't love me, Alexa. I fucking ruined your entire life. You're hurt and traumatized by what I did-"

Alexa silenced Dean with another forceful kiss to the lips. Dean laid back on the couch, bringing Alexa down on top of him. Alexa giggled into the kiss. Dean slipped his hands further down Alexa's petite body and firmly gripped her ass. Alexa gasped, but then almost shoved her tongue down Dean's throat.

At almost the same time, Dean's phone buzzed and the front door unlocked. Alexa jumped off the couch and Dean sat up. Sami, a shit-eating grin on his face, stepped into the room and locked the door behind him.

"Well, well, well," Sami cackled. "Would you look at what we have here. I interrupted the lovely little couple and their happy time."

"Get in the bedroom," Dean instructed Alexa. Alexa quickly bolted for the room and shut the door behind her.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked, his heart thumping against his chest. Sami was going to tell Sasha and the others about this, which would mean Dean was as good as dead. They didn't know he actually cared for Alexa. As far as anyone was concerned, he was a violent sociopath with charm.

"What am I gonna do?" Sami asked, stepping further into the cabin. "Nothing. Sasha doesn't need to know you got to first base with the prez's daughter. Hell, she doesn't need to know I saw you cupping a feel of those panties. Oh, I saw you get a good handful of that cunt's plump little ass."

Dean's blood started to boil. He wasn't about to let Sami, or anyone, talk about Alexa like that.

"As long as I get my fair share, I think we're even," Sami said.

Dean chuckled. "I'll fucking tear your head off if you go near her."

Sami's brow lifted with a laugh. "Uh oh. Big Bad Deano fucked around and caught feelings. Tell you what, I'll fuck her in the ass so we don't lose our deposit and you can have her all you want after."

Sami made a grab for the bedroom door. Dean flew across the room the very second Sami entered the bedroom. Alexa screamed in both fear and shock when Dean tackled Sami from behind and dragged him back into the living room. Dean slammed the bedroom door shut behind him. Sami got to his feet and charged Dean. Dean sidestepped Sami, making the man hit his head on the wall. With Sami dazed, Dean quickly applied a sleeper hold and squeezed his arms around Sami's neck.

"Don't fucking say a word," Dean threatened, squeezing the air out of Sami's throat.

"Or what? You afraid that little cunt will die before you deflower her?"

Dean screamed out in a fit of rage as he jerked his arms in separate directions, causing the empty cabin to be filled with the sickening sound of Sami's neck snapping. The slime ginger face planted on the floor in less than a second.

With the blood boiling hate still pumping through him, Dean realized what he'd just done. Dean's focus was quickly taken away from the corpse laying before him when the front door opened and the other members of the group walked into the cabin.