Thanks so much for the Reviews, follows and favorites. They light up my day. I was super nervous with the more M rated chapter and hadn't written like that in a few years and had no idea how I did or if I could still capture those kinds of feelings well anymore but I loved how it turned out and I am glad people liked it too.

This one is all over. More Dean and Roman and mission info, and flashback and then more darker stuff with the other prisoners. Hold on...

Eager for your thoughts...

Roman's POV

I felt like I was in a daze, everything fuzzy around me as Dean dragged me back to my seat. Once we were passed where Sara could see us he pushed me against the wall, his hand holding me by my jumpsuit. He was furious.

"What were you thinking Reigns? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be messing with her now? We need to focus on the mission. We need to put that bastard wanting to assassinate those leaders out before he causes major damage. That is what you need to be focusing on Roman! We are hours from you testifying. With their governments help and your testimony and K.O.'s tech knowledge we can crack this case wide open and finally get the guys identity. But it will take all of us and you thinking with the right head!"

I just stayed silent letting my buddy rant. I knew he was right and he had as much to lose in this as I did, more even. If things went according to plan and my cousin got the help of the Bulgarian government we could rid them of a dangerous terrorist.

I prayed Jey had gotten immunity for me in exchange for my testimony. We still didn't know the man's identity but the agency was sure that if the Bulgarian government would hear us out and combine our resources we could figure it out.

We had the evidence of the plane crashes in the States, plus all the documentation that was passed back and forth and phone conversations all to crash the plane in Bulgaria. They just didn't know that there had been an even bigger target we were supposed to hit.

"I know Dean!" I hissed back at him, looking back and forth but no one was coming and we were still too far away for anyone to see us from coach where all the other prisoners were being held. "I can't help it. I think I love her," I blurted out.

I did. I knew I did.

"You what? Are you crazy?" Dean's eyes were wide as he shook me still trapped against the wall.

"Maybe I am crazy Dean. Crazy in love," I chuckled, giving my long time friend a teasing grin. "I'm serious. I didn't plan this, it just happened and I have no idea if she feels the same way. I hadn't let anyone get that close since...well you know," I paused not even wanting to go there in my mind now. It was still too painful.

Dean nodded. "Yeah I do know and we both know how that ended buddy. You don't want anything to happen to her too do you?"

I glared at him, giving him a shove back. "Of course not! I did everything..." I trailed off again shutting my eyes refusing to let it in again. "I'm worried about her here. That asshole Miz is dangerous and has his damn sights on her. Half the guys on the plane let alone the prison would love to have her any way they damn well wanted. I can't let that happen. I just can't. I love her and I need to protect her."

"Well you sure picked a crazy time to fall in love Rome. This is nuts enough as it is. How the hell do you expect to save her when you are chained up like a dog yourself?"

I sighed, relaxing slightly on my hold on him "I don't know. All I know is I can't let anything happen to her. She will not end up like Sash, no way in hell. I would die first."

"Well lets not talk about dying till we can finish the mission and get those bastards in prison before they use their tech for more global type terrorism. You know as well as I do that what you did was just a demonstration of his power. Nothing near as dangerous as the main event."

He loosened his grip on my shoulders too and straightened out the wrinkles in my jumpsuit. "Just stay out of dream land long enough to do your job and then go ahead and quit with the agency or get married or whatever you want."

I smirked at him. "Well then I wouldn't be the only one then would I? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Dean grinned then and I saw him pull out the gold band hanging on the chain from behind his uniform.

"You still carry that around everywhere huh? Every mission."

"Yep, everywhere." He spun it around in between his fingers, a lazy grin on his face.

I laughed at him. "Now who is in dream land?" My buddy made a face at me. "How is she anyway? You guys are getting close right?"

Dean smiled again. "Only a couple more weeks. Renee is so excited and can't wait to have me home after we wrap this up. She is mad that she's painting the nursery by herself. I heard her big long emotional rant on the phone last time I called and she told me that she didn't care if I didn't like the color since I didn't help. At least I set up the crib before we left and I think her mom came to help get the rest of the nursery all ready."

"I can imagine she'd be pissed to do things without you. It is your first after all. She wants you there. She is a fiery one your wife when she doesn't get her way," I nodded to him. I envied my friend, that he could do this job and still be happily married and now even have a child on the way.

I wanted that. And now I realized I wanted all that with Sara.

Dean glanced around. "No more chit chat. We don't want to blow our covers. Just sit back down and stay out of trouble. Can you do that for me Rome? Please? I know how much you love trouble. But I'm tired and I am going to be a dad soon and I just want things to go smoothly here. No more surprises."

I nodded at him giving him by best puppy eyes that I would be good. "Sure Deano'. No more surprises. I swear." I dreaded going back there having to sit with those assholes. But it was part of the job just for a little while longer.

Dean just rolled his eyes at me knowing me far too well and how much trouble just loved to find me. I was the pretty boy in maximum security prison. How could that possibly go wrong? He pushed me along in front of him past the curtain and right into view of all the other prisoners on the flight.

I kept my head down, my eyes avoiding any other people as we made our way to my seat. I sunk down, letting him secure my ankle shackles and just leaned back, closing my eyes.

I could see her behind my eyelids. She was radiantly beautiful. I could still feel how her skin felt as I ran my hand up her thigh. I could feel her pressed in so close to me and I had struggled so much to control my body's reactions to her body being pressed against me as she shuddered and trembled in my arms.

That was a massive risk on my part to touch her like that, to share what I had been seeing in flashes in my dreams. Those dreams had only started a few nights ago and I had no idea what I was seeing. It felt like pure fantasy but when it started repeating the next night and the next, every time the same then I had to start wondering what was going on.

I hadn't meant to be so bold either, my fingers were just exploring her as she fell in my lap and her breathy sounds and the movements of her body against mine just pushed me to explore more.

I was mesmerized by how she looked, lost in the pleasure, clinging to my neck, her eyes tightly closed, biting her lip, arching her body toward my hand. And I had barely touched her and only began exploring her and she was so fucking responsive it was incredible to see. I knew we had so little time and the guards could have come in at any moment. So that being so fast and so discreet and yet so fucking hot made me hungry for more of her beyond belief now.

There was so much more we didn't get to do. So much that in the moment I hadn't even thought of.

I could have kissed her as she came, but I was so enraptured by the look on her face I wanted to take that in and not miss it. I wanted to kiss her so much more deeply and know how her tongue felt against mine. I wanted to touch more of her amazing body, cup her breasts and feel their softness. I wanted her to ride me on that chair, our bodies hidden, under her skirt, feel how she felt all around me and bury myself deep inside her...

My eyes flew open. Oh shit Dean was right. How the hell could I keep my head on the mission and what I needed to say to the Bulgarian government if I was fantasizing about her?

My Sara.

She wanted me too, I was sure of it. The way she was so tender in taking care of my wounds, ran her hand over my face before she stitched me up, tucked my hair behind my ear. Mmm I missed her already.

I could hardly believe she helped me get undressed. The tension and heat I felt as she unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my hips, or pulled by shirt up off my chest. Damn, I wanted to just crush her to me in that moment and kiss her senseless. There were SO many times I wanted to just moan her name as the tension was so thick between us even then already.

She was perfect and I cursed the timing of meeting her like this. But I knew I had to keep her safe. Maybe I could talk to Jey once we landed somehow and get him to put her in some kind of protection till the mission was over. The longer she kept working at Mizdow Row I was so scared something would happen to her. Nothing about her job was safe, no matter how much she wanted to help people and be part of the solution.

I had overheard what some of the inmates had wanted to do to her if they could ever get her alone, and wouldn't get caught and some didn't even care if they would get caught. I pushed those thoughts away quickly thankful that the creeps were all restrained and could not ever get to her like that.

One of the guys told me that the previous prison doctor had quit after the riot a few years back. She had been caught along with several guards and they had made it out alive but I don't even want to think what they lived through. If I dwelt too much on the horrors of that place I would not be on the ball for the mission. That had to come first.

'Sara', I whispered in my head. I missed her already. My feelings had been growing stronger each time we met this whole month and that was even without the memories that she said she was now so eager to tell me about. Remembering us.

What else had we been to each other? She sounded like it had been such a weight on her to hide from me about my lost memories. There had to be a way to talk to her more. That could not have been the last kiss, the last goodbye, like that?

Dean didn't need me right now and he told me to just stay put and stay out of trouble. So I settled myself back more in my seat and just thought back to more times we talked and shared in that little exam room.

"Hey, Roman," I heard her soft sweet voice as I opened my eyes. I could see her beside me. It was nearly dark outside and there was only one small light on in the hallway past the room I was in. I tried to sit up and I felt her hand on my chest pushing me back down.

"You need to rest," I heard her say as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I felt dizzy. My stomach was spinning like a carnival ride on steroids. Sara bent down closer to me and I felt her move a strand of my hair from my cheek. The warmth of her fingers on my skin felt so good despite how everything else in me felt like shit. Just her fingers on my face and I wanted to cling to that feeling alone.

"What happened?" I asked turning my head more to her hand against my cheek. I closed my eyes a moment, feeling the spinning in my stomach worse and then I felt the gag reflex and I sat up fast already looking for a pail or something to throw up in.

Sara held out the metal pan and was ready for me thank God and I gagged and puked, my fingers clinging to the small dish as my stomach contracted more. I felt her palm rubbing up and down on my back before she leaned over me more and both her hands gathered up my hair to keep it all from being in my face as I gagged more.

God damn it that hurt...but the way she was caressing my hair to pull it back, I almost forgot how much my body was aching for the moment. I felt Sara untangling the hair band from my wrist and moving in closer to tie my hair up behind me in a loose half bun behind my head.

I felt weak from throwing up moments before, but without thinking let my head fall against her chest as she tied up my hair. "It's okay Roman, it's okay," I heard her whisper and cup my head and just hold me there against her. It felt soothing, and so peaceful. More calm and peace than I had felt in months.

I didn't want to move at all and felt her fingers in my hair, just slightly, tangling in the silky dark strands before the moment was over and she pulled my head up.

I met her eyes, my own only half open and I managed to smile back at her. "You are so pretty, Sara. You shouldn't be in a place like this...its dangerous here." My free hand not holding the dish reaching up and gently stroked a strand of her hair back from her cheek to tuck it behind her ear as I saw her take a shaky breath as she stared at me. "You are too sweet to be here, too special..." I trailed off, my thumb caressing her cheek as I dropped my hand from her face, hardly realizing what I was saying out loud, to her...

Her hands in my hair, her face so close, just captivated me and in my dizziness the words in my head were out my mouth before I could stop them.

Sara smiled back at me and looked like she didn't know what to respond at all to what I said.

I was proud of myself that I got her to smile but was it just a nervous smile cause she was lost for words? She had looked so worried when I had woken up and seeing her smile just made me light up so I took it as a win for whatever reason. I still felt so weak but my stomach felt better and less spinney now. I hadn't even thrown up much of anything and just gagged mostly bile.

I passed her the dish and she moved to dispose of it and wash her hands before she came back to me. She brought me a glass of water and a cool cloth and I washed my own hands too and rinsed the water in my mouth too to get the horrible taste out of my mouth.

"Any better? " Sara questioned, looking me over.

Yeah, I way overstepped in what I said and we were clearly just going to pretend I didn't say any of that. But her reaction to my touch didn't lie.

I smiled again, "Much, my stomach isn't flipping nearly as much as before." I sunk more into the pillows and she sat back down. Not on the chair beside the bed but on the bed at my side and lifted the cloth to wipe it across my forehead and along my cheeks ever so gently and so so slowly.

There was no one else there. It must be late. I remembered eating supper, and then feeling faint, sick, but that was all I remembered.

"You were poisoned Roman," she said sadly but her face showed the worry she must have felt for me. She looked stressed, tired, overwhelmed as she continued to wipe the cloth over my face.

My eyes widened. Someone had tried to kill me? I knew Big Show was supposed to be keeping watch and being my cellmate he was extremely vigilant and never let anyone too close to me. But poisoned? "How?" I whispered, sitting up more.

"We think it was rat poison in your food. The meatloaf. The guard saw you struggling to breath and holding your throat and from what I understood he literally carried you here by himself. He seemed really concerned for you," Sara commented and moved back, sitting now on the chair pulled up to bed, but continued to wipe the cloth down my neck as I turned more to look at her.

Dean. He had my back I was sure of it. Thank God. No one else would have done that.

"You are okay Roman, we administered the charcoal lavage in time," Her voice cracked a bit as she spoke and I found myself reaching for her hand and squeezed it in mine.

"Hey, you said I'm okay right?" I said softly. She nodded at me and I felt her hand still holding mine, she hadn't pulled it away.

"Yeah, you are okay. No long term side effects or any more danger. But if it had even been a few more minutes you would have started convulsing and it could have been so much worse. You could have died!"

She laid her head on the mattress on top of our hands and I saw her eyes close and her breathing pick up. She sounded like she was scared for me too.

Sara was now the one looking dizzy and I could feel her hand shaking in my own. I reached for the cloth she had dropped beside me and braved the whole doctor/patient thing and reached up and wiped the cloth ever so tenderly over her forehead and across her cheeks.

I was trying to sooth her when I was the one that had been hurt. She was the doctor obviously, but there seemed to be more in her eyes, more caring that just for me as a patient. She looked torn up at what was happening to me.

She tilted her head to the side, at first looking back at me and what I was doing before I saw eyes slip closed and I continued to sooth her with the damp cloth, wiping it across her cheeks, and neck, and anywhere I could reach to relax her. She stayed there a moment and I just swallowed hard wishing I knew what she was thinking.

Sara lifted her head and took in a deep breath opening those beautiful brown eyes. I froze and just watched her focusing her gaze on me.

"You have barely been here a few days Roman. How are you going to survive years?" she asked me, her eyes solemn. "I wish you weren't here. I wished I wasn't here." I heard her whisper and then she stood up, pulling her body away from mine and turned around, her hand at her mouth.

I was desperate to comfort her more. She barely knew me and yet she worried about me? Well maybe she cared about all her patients. Maybe she hated working here. Hated what she witnessed here.

"Why 'are' you here Sara?" I asked her gently, my eyes seeking hers but she was still turned away from me.

"I don't know some days," she answered me quickly still staying with her back to me. "I wanted to help and be a part of the solution. I wanted to be a light for people and so they would turn away from hurting others, causing people more pain. So what I went through didn't happen to other people."

My mind was racing at that. What had she been through? She had been hurt by criminals, she had been wronged? I wanted to fix it, fix anything that was hurting her. And right now she looked like MY being hurt was making it worse.

She finally turned back around and I saw her eyes glassy with unshed tears. She sat back down beside me. "But then I see you hurt twice in the same week, knowing someone tried to kill you and I just wonder if anything I am doing is making any difference."

She looked at my face and I could see she was staring at my black eye, my testament to the truth in her statement. I had been being hurt in here, but I'm sure others had been too. Why was I any different?

I tried to smile and was sitting up more facing her. "Sara, I'll make you deal. When I get out of here...alive," I emphasized. "I'll take you to dinner."

I looked hopefully back up in her brown eyes only to see a warning stare that she was not comfortable with me crossing this line.

"Lunch?" I tried again smiling slightly and she rolled her eyes at me. "Cup of coffee?" I cocked my eyebrows at her in a way I knew woman liked and actually pouted at her as inappropriate as it was. I was just trying to get a smile from her.

"Roman," she breathed out and I could tell this wasn't working, at least not right now. I needed to diffuse the tension between us.

"Why are you here so late anyway?" I blurted out, changing the subject. "You didn't have to wait with me. I'm sure one of the guards could have handled it."

"I wanted to be here," she said simply studying me. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." My eyes were locked on hers and my hand longed to hold hers again. She pulled her gaze from mine again breaking our connection.

"Besides, its just me and Ian at home, so I was fine staying late."

Ian.

My heart just slipped from my chest and slid to the floor. She had someone. Of course she did. Why would someone as amazing as her be single? I struggled to hide my disappointment but it looked I wasn't as covert as I had hoped.

"Ian is my cat," she corrected my thoughts like she could tell how devastated I was at the thought that she had a man of her own. How could she read me so well?

"Your cat?" I repeated, feeling much better. She wasn't mine but as far as I knew already she wasn't someone else's either.

"Mmm hmm, my cat. I sometimes call him Smolder. He is such a sweetheart and all black with the brightest blue eyes and such soft fur."

I chuckled slightly but cringed at it hurting my healing stomach. "Smolder? Okay now I need to know more."

She smiled finally, which was all I had set out to do after she had shared so deeply and was feeling so sad. "I know its stupid, but I named him after the actor from that vampire tv show. He is so hot and such a bad boy just like Smolder is."

I tried to suppress another laugh. "Vampires, you? I would never have guessed."

She made a face at me that was utterly adorable. "Yes vampires. It's my guilty pleasure. So sue me! He gets into trouble at home constantly but still has the sweetest eyes and just rubs his nose and body on me. His purring just makes everything better, even if he had smashed my favorite vase while I was away. He just knows how to cheer me up from the hell that this job makes me feel."

Wow deep, I thought. If I ever wanted to be an animal in this world it would be that cat. Ian had it good. He likely got to sleep with her and rub himself on her, and cuddle and, oh god I wanted to be a freaking cat! I was wondering if she had given me any kind of pain meds that were making me loopy.

"I'm glad you have that," I said in complete sincerity. I wanted to say more, talk more, hear her share more of her life.

"We have each other. I rescued him from the alley back behind my house when he was just a kitten and the neighbor boys were being mean to him. I could hear him meowing loudly from my back deck. I took him in and fed and nursed him back to health. Ian was starving and injured and he needed me too."

She suddenly stood up and walked back to the door. "You should get some rest Roman. I can keep you here overnight but I have to send you back after that. I'm sorry."

"Can I still be here when you get back? I said quickly and I saw her smile and nod to me before turning and stepping out the door closing it behind me. I just lay back and sighed.

I had known this woman barely a few days and she was kind, and caring, rescuing a sick animal, caring for me and saving my life likely. She was amazing and longed to know more about her. But right now I needed to sleep and so I closed my eyes and let my dreams take me away into her arms, into her life where I meant as much to her and she did to me….

I was startled out of my sleep by hushed whispering. "Hey Reigns!" a voice called me. I kept my eyes closed just wanting to ignore it. "Did you have fun with the doc?" At that my eyes flew open and I glared daggers in the direction of the voice. What the hell?

My eyes focused toward the sound to see Brock smiling at me and licking his lips. His shaved head made him look tougher than he probably was, his eyes sparkling with teasing. Lesnar was one of the worst in here. He was fucking insane, mentally not there and he scared the shit out of me the way he talked about women and her. My Sara.

"What the fuck Lesnar. Leave me alone! And stay away from her!" I hissed at him hoping that was in the end of it. For the most part the guy was all talk but the rumor's of what he had done to the previous lady doctor during the riot made my skin crawl.

"You did have fun," the creep grinned at me, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "What happened Pretty? Does she like it rough? I'm a huge fan of that. Bruises are like badges of honor on my women. They look so hot. Bite marks too. Their blood dripping down their naked body as you fuck em is like the best high."

I was fuming by this point and if I wasn't chained to the damn floor I would have leapt up over the seats at him behind me and strangled the life out of him. I looked around and there were no guards near enough to hear him. I could yell for one but what would that get me? They wouldn't do anything just for Brock talking to me like this.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down when my heart was pounding in my throat at the horrific pictures the bastard was painting for me of what he wanted to do to my baby. She wasn't even mine at all but I felt like I needed to protect her from the hell these demons wanted to unleash on her just for being a woman in their damn presence.

I glared at him again. "Shut the fuck up! If you ever even think of going near her like that I will pull your heart out through your ass and watch you die!" I spit at him. I hated, absolutely hated when he called me Pretty. It made my stomach turn knowing he wanted me possibly just as much as her.

"You love her don't you Pretty?"

Oh God, how on earth would he know something I barely figured out myself? And he called me Pretty again. I felt like I could gag I just wanted him to shut up.

"Oh I have thought long and hard about it. Something is so fucking hard right now just thinking about it. Do you want to satisfy me or should I see how wide the Doc can open her mouth?

My mouth fell open as I shook my head praying I had heard him wrong. He was sick, the worst kinds of sick.

He smirked at me and I could see between the seats as he stroked himself on top of the suit. I wanted to puke. "Are you offering Pretty?"

I slammed my mouth closed seeing what he meant by my reaction, my eyes full of rage, my pulse skyrocketing in my veins.

"What can you even do chained up like that? You can't stop me. I think its time I visited Dr. Delicious don't you?"

I struggled against my chains, nearly growling out loud while Brock just grinned at me. A guard did finally turn my way at the noise I was making. But of course he didn't hear anything Brock had said to me.

"Shut up Reigns. People are trying to sleep!" he snapped at me. It was Lashley and I didn't dare want to piss him off. I couldn't see Dean anywhere. Where had he gone?

Lesnar motioned to a guard and I recognized the bigger man Rusev step up behind him and him whisper something to him. Rusev was another sick guard here. He had a couple failed marriages and now just took women home from the bar I was told by other inmates. He had restraining orders filed against him of his ex's and had cases of domestic violence that had never been proven. So he had walked.

His latest ex was Lashley's new bride so that was as messed up as it could be and the two men could hardly stand to be in the same room together much less get along or actually hold a conversation without it coming to full on blows.

If they wanted to blow off steam they often would pick inmates to fight each other in the middle of the night unaware by the Warden and the inmates were rewarded moneywise for their fighting if they played along and others placed bets and that was how they handled their stress. Inmates learned to gauge their moods well to hide and avoid being chosen and stay in their cells whenever those kind of times came up. Those matches were bloody and bad and people rarely walked away from them without serious injuries.

I didn't know if this happened in all the prisons but it seemed like Miz's ass of a dad hired the scariest and dangerous sons of bitches, thinking maybe that that was what it took to keep inmates in line and then looked the other way at anything anyone did. Most of these guys were skating on the edge of doing time themselves and yet found employment here. I vowed to myself that when I got out of this I was going to find a way to make things right here for the prisoners no matter how much time or money it took.

My eyes were wide as I saw Rusev smile and then look at me and then back down to Brock. My eyes darted around. Bobby was the only guard here now with Rusev. The rest might be taking breaks or sleeping. There wasn't much to do keeping an eye on all of us shackled down in the middle of the night but I needed my buddy like never before, right now!

I saw Lashley nod to Rusev which might have been the most polite they had been in ages right then while pulling Ziggler up from his seat. "Reigns, your next!" he eyed me as he walked by.

The only way we were getting bathroom breaks I was told was whenever they decided to spread them out on the 12 hour flight. Ziggler was walked down to the back of the plane to the restrooms, leaving the rest of us with Rusev alone.

Almost everyone else was sleeping. It was probably not even 4 in the morning yet. I was damn curious what Brock and Rusev had been whispering about and I saw a glint of something metal. Brock caught my gaze again as my eyes widened.

What the hell was he doing?

"Looky, Looky Pretty," Brock sneered at me holding up a pocket knife in the palm of his hand hidden still. I watched in shock as he dragged the blade across his arm almost under his cuff like a suicide attempt and made several cuts along his wrist. It was deep but not deep enough to hit an artery I guessed by the lack of blood spraying.

I would have loved to watch the bastard bleed out right here in front of me.

"I've got a ticket to go see your lady..." he whispered at me, making my blood run cold.

I nearly choked on nothing but the air in my lungs...knowing what he was going to do.

No...please no...and I fought my cuffs and pulled at my ankle shackles with all my strength to break free...