A/N: CJ's texts are bolded while Dean's are just italicized. Enjoy!

Once she landed in Tampa, CJ felt like she did when she first came to Tampa after signing with WWE in Stamford. She felt like she was in developmental again, solely because she was seeing people she recognized from developmental in the airport. She hated that feeling so much.

Developmental CJ wasn't the classy bitch that she became once she hit the main roster around WM28. Developmental CJ was shy, nervous, lacked self-confidence, doubted herself, weak, and was just somebody that she never wanted to be again. CJ didn't want to relapse into that version of herself. Not after everything she did to change and be somebody she wasn't ashamed to be. She had worked hard to become the confident and classy bitch that she was, and she wasn't going to stop just because she was in Tampa for a couple days.

After spending her short cab ride building up the courage to actually go into her apartment, for what reason she wasn't sure, she felt like she was ready to spend the next couple days there. Her driver was an asshole who didn't even offer to help after seeing her heavy knee brace on over her jeans, so she got to figure out how to get herself and her bags up four flights of stairs on her own.

Don't be a little bitch. You fought off fourteen women and still retained the title. You can handle two suitcases and four flights of stairs. Mental coaching always seemed to help CJ get stuff done. This mission of hers would be no exception. Once she figured out a good method for getting up the stairs, it was only about ten minutes of hell for her body to have to go through until she made it through her front door.

Looking around her apartment, CJ expected it to be trashed with all the Wyatt business going on. Instead everything was in its place. The TV was still in its cabinet and her DVD collection was still alphabetized in the cabinet. She continued to the one bedroom in the apartment, but let out a sigh when she saw her bedroom trashed.

Her clothes were scattered around the room, mattress flipped off the boxspring, pillows slashed open and the stuffing was scattered around the room. The icing on the cake? The one word written on the wall that gave away who the culprits were.

"The Wyatts want me to run? They're getting what they want." CJ mumbled to herself, heading out to the kitchen to grab the magic eraser that was underneath the sink and a garbage bag. Her knee hurt like a bitch, but she had cleanup to take care of before the movers came in the morning to pack up her stuff. She'd be on a flight to Syracuse once the movers left and then she could rest easy. At least she hoped that would be the case.

Dean couldn't sleep that night. Not having CJ in his bed made him feel alone for the first time in the past month or so, and he didn't know what to do. He wasn't going to call her because that seemed desperate and clingy in his opinion, and he wasn't that guy. Instead, he pulled up the web browser on his phone and went to google. After ten minutes of googling the most random things he could think of; like bunnies, a good breed of dog for living in an apartment and why people have ducks as pets, he finally googled the one woman that was on his mind instead of things they had talked about together. Of course, there were articles about her injury featured on the first page and he was curious about what sportswriters could have to say about her injury.

'CJ Jericho: Returning to the Ring or Out for the Count?'

The header made him laugh. How could he not? Of course CJ was returning to the ring after she recovered. She was too stubborn not to come back. But he kept reading, despite the ridiculous headline.

'After vacating her title the night after making history in the Vickie Guerrero Divas Championship Invitational, it was confirmed on that the former champion was suffering from a torn ACL going into WrestleMania 30. After such a taxing match, successfully defending the championship against fourteen other divas, she was submitted to a half-crab submission hold on that injured right knee by a scornful AJ Lee and then attacked by the Wyatts to end her first WrestleMania appearance (where she actually competed) being carried out of the arena on a stretcher.

Paul Heyman tweeted out after their huge Monday Night Raw appearance that Jericho was still his client. This was confirmed when Jericho herself tweeted that she was 'still a Heyman Girl' despite needing surgery and being out of the ring an estimated eight to twelve months if she hasn't damaged her knee beyond repair. The former champion had been having problems with her knew since tweaking it in her match against AJ Lee for the title at the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view back in February. Back then, it seemed as though she landed wrong and would be fine. Bumps happen. But If she had been dealing with that torn ACL this long Jericho may not be able to compete in the ring after surgery and proper rehabilitation.'

Dean couldn't read the rest of the article that would explain the medical side of things. He refused to believe for even a second that CJ wouldn't be able to return to the ring. The only thing that would stop her from getting back in the ring would be if she didn't want to wrestle, and he believed that hell would freeze over when she decided that she didn't want to wrestle again. There was just no way.

Instead he went back to the search results and looked at different pictures of CJ that had landed on the internet. He didn't know that she had posted pictures of the photo strip from the WrestleMania photo booth, but the fact that the caption was 'Proof that Dean Ambrose smiles #MyBestFriend' made him happy. He went to CJ's Instagram and scrolled through her pictures since he was now curious as to how many pictures of him were on her Instagram. The selfie she took at the Hall of Fame ceremony when they had found their seats, a picture of him looking out a window of a restaurant in NOLA while drinking coffee, and a picture of him playing with Shine at Adam's house. Each one had the hashtag "best friend" in some variation and that made him very happy.

He was her best friend and her lover. Two things that Seth used to be, but was no longer. The fact that Seth was most likely never going to be competition for CJ's attention anymore made Dean unusually happy. Usually the thought of his best friend being shit out of luck when it came to a woman would've sparked some sympathy in the blonde. But not when it came to a woman he wanted more than anything. The woman who was officially his.

Laying in a pillow-less bed was odd to CJ. What was odder was not having that extra body heat on her back to keep her warm. It royally sucked to not have the large hand massaging her thigh while she tried to sleep. Not having Dean mumble things in her ear that pertained to his plans for the following day was odd to her to. CJ didn't like the whole "sleeping alone" thing and she definitely didn't like being alone at night. Especially with her leg on fire like it was since she had to clean up her bedroom instead of resting it like she should have.

Her bedroom felt too cold. It was too quiet. It felt too quiet for her. But she supposed that was how it went when you got comfortable with a second body in the bed and then didn't have it there the next night. She didn't like it. In fact, she hated it. To the point where she was seconds away from texting Dean. But she wouldn't because that screamed "desperate". CJ Jericho was not a desperate woman.

When her phone vibrated against the table she was quick to snatch it off the nightstand, hoping that it was a text from Ambrose.

'You up?' She had to keep her cool now that she was getting what she wanted.

'Can't sleep.' CJ hoped that her response didn't scream "I miss you more than I miss ice cream when I'm on a low-calorie diet", even though that was the case.

'I can't either.'

'Thats no bueno. Don't you have a match for the taping tomorrow?'

'Main Event live on the network tomorrow. But the smack down taping...nope lol'

'Haha I don't have a match for the smack down taping either.' As much as it killed her to not have wrestling for a year, CJ thought that she was funny.

'You're funny. How are things there?'

'Stupid. I hate being here Dean.'

'Wish I could be there with you.'

Sending a text that made him seem slightly dependent made Dean nervous. He didn't want to scare her away, and he feared that dependency would scare her away. Solely because that kind of text would scare him away if anybody but her would have sent it to him.

'I wish you were here too.' He could believe that he was reading that text. He locked and unlocked his phone five times before he finally believed what he was seeing. 'Did I just make things awkward?'

'No. I was in the bathroom. Sorry.' A little white lie never hurt anybody. Especially if you're in disbelief of the text sent by the woman that you're constantly fantasizing about.

'Its cool. What are you up to?' This was the hard part. Did he tell her that he just got done googling things that made him think of her and was currently cuddling a pillow that actually still carried her scent, or did he lie yet again? Decisions, decisions.

'Laying in bed. Nothing too special.' That wasn't a lie, since he was technically in laying bed. 'Should probably be doing my Wyatt research for tomorrow'

'WWIII tomorrow?'

'Apocalypse revisited..for the third time. Hopefully Ro doesn't follow the trend and disappear on us.'

'He wouldn't. You should be sleeping though. I don't want to be the reason you're tired out there'

'Ive wrestled bigger matches on ten minutes of sleep so you're not doing me any harm. Why can't you sleep?' He wanted the topic to be off of him now. He preferred talking about her than talking about himself for her to worry about her.

CJ didn't know what to say. She could tell him that sleeping alone sucked compared to sleeping with him, but she didn't want to make him feel bad. She didn't want to make him feel like she was better off without him, either. Because she was slowly realizing that she needed Dean.

'Im not used to sleeping alone. I've had a man in my bed every night for the last three weeks. Being alone is weird.'

'I miss you too CJ.' She couldn't help but smile at his admission and ability to translate her text, but it only made her want him there with her more. But she could handle the time away. She could call, text, and FaceTime him whenever; and she'd appreciate every second of it because Dean was her best friend. Seemingly her only friend even though Roman had seemed to take a shine to her. But he could've just been acting like it to make teamwork easier within The Shield, in her opinion, so Dean was her only friend. The only friend she'd ever had that she'd be lost without.

I really hope my attempt at a sports article wasn't too terrible. I read like seven different articles about wrestling to try and get a feel for how those flow haha. On a side note, because a couple people have messaged me and asked, a song that would probably describe the relationship between Dean and CJ would be "Sweater Weather" by The Neighborhood and the song that would describe CJ and Seth would be "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys.

I'd like to thank UntilNeverDawns, angelsdee327, ChelleLew, ArtisticLullaby, Sarcastic Nightmare, and TaijiaK for reviewing the last chapter! I appreciate it.