Dean watched with a small smile as CJ was hard at work signing all of the 8x10 pictures given to her by Mark Carrano. She'd had them in her possession for at least a week and had been putting it off, but now she couldn't put it off since they were on sale at live events starting Friday. She was already bothered by the fact that they'd be half price since they were pictures of her with the Diva's Championship. She was getting her Women's Championship portraits taken backstage at RAW on Monday night, but now she had hundreds of pictures to sign and he didn't envy her one bit. He just sat and watched, taking pictures of her for Instagram.

'Hard at work doing what should've been done a week ago -DA'

"Babe, wanna learn how to forge my signature?" She asked with a smile, not looking up from her pile of pictures to sign. Dean shook his head with a laugh, earning a pout from his girlfriend. "You're not being a good friend."

"Eh, you'll get over it." He mumbled, leaning back in his seat at the table and stretching as he yawned. CJ let out a yawn of her own before flipping off her boyfriend with a smile and watching as he stood up from the table. "Coffee?"

"Yes, babe. Do we have ice cream?"

"I'll check, your highness."

"Have you heard from Seth?"

"Is this fucking twenty questions?"

"Dean..." She sighed, looking back into the kitchen to see Dean chuckling as he poured her coffee. "What's so funny?"

"There you go with the questions again." He spoke quickly, his eyes betraying just how innocent he really was. A stare down occurred between the two, CJ's eyes pleading with her boyfriend to let her in on the loop on what he knew while Dean was trying his best to harden himself from her deadly gaze. Seth didn't want her knowing that he was in bad shape being at home with his family and not with them. Seth didn't want her upset right now when she was going to see him tomorrow. "I did hear from Seth and he's alright. He misses us, but he's trying to make sure that doesn't get him down. But The Authority called him earlier and told him that they want him staying over the weekend and coming for RAW."

"We won't see him this weekend?" CJ asked, tilting her head slightly while trying to wrap her head around what he had said. Five days without Seth? Could they make it? These days she wasn't sure, since her dependence on Seth had crept back into her system and she missed him. Dean was great, she loved him more than anything, but Dean couldn't fill the void Seth left no matter how hard she tried to make him fill it. She couldn't keep fooling herself.

"No, sweetheart. We'll have to FaceTime him with Olive because he sounded kinda down." Dean suggested, watching as CJ nodded before turning back to her pictures. He knew that she was upset by the information and held back a sigh, trying really hard to not show how upset he was. He didn't like how upset she was by this information, but he could definitely understand. She loved Seth and had gotten used to having him around 24/7 so two days without him wasn't that big of a deal, but five days without him would be tough for her and it would be tough for him too. Especially at work when The Authority was gunning after them. "We'll pull through, CJ."

"I know, but I can't help but worry, Dean." She mumbled, looking up to watch him set down a large bowl of ice cream and a cup of coffee in front of her. "That's a lot."

"It's for both of us, your highness." He explained, not even caring that she had already taken a spoonful without being totally sure of what was going on. That was his girl and he loved her even when she momentarily lost her manners.

"Thanks, babe." She mumbled around her spoon, her wrist still constantly moving along the glossy papers. "Maybe I'll be done with this by daylight."

"What?" Dean asked, gently prying the spoon from her mouth and smiling over at her. "I didn't quite catch that."

"First, I thanked you. Then I said 'maybe I'll be done with this by daylight'." She repeated for him, looking up at him in time to receive a kiss on her nose that she knew was meant for the side of her head. "Love you."

"And I love you just as much, if not more."

"Such a sap." CJ teased, taking her spoon back and scooping some ice cream out before she dropped it into her coffee. "This will either be hella gross or get me wired like nothing else on this planet."

"I'm banking on a weird combination of the two." Dean chuckled, eating more of the ice cream while checking the time on his phone. It was two in the morning, and CJ had been at this since midnight when they finally got Olivia to go to sleep. They were leaving in the morning for the weekend live events, therefore she needed to go to bed soon. He'd learn to forge her signature if he had to, because she needed her rest. But he knew she wouldn't go to bed until this was done, so he prepared them for a long night and promised himself that she would sleep all day before the show since he didn't know whether or not she had a mad. He could wrestle dead tired and not be affected, but he didn't know if she could and he didn't really want to find out the hard way.

"I wanna learn a couple powerbombs."

"Yeah?" Dean asked, not even bothered that her statement came out of nowhere. He was too interested in watching her drink her coffee. A look of interest crossed her face before she took another drink and nodded her approval of her idea. "Not bad?"

"Not bad at all." She confirmed, going back to her signing. "Anyways, I'm interested in learning how to do a vertical suplex powerbomb."

"We'll work on it." He assured, gently patting her back before going back to the ice cream. "Anything else?"

"Nothing really. I know you haven't taught me everything you know, and I like that babe."

"Just as much as I'm going to like you wrestling in jeggings?" He murmured in her ear, loving the fact that he saw her bit her lip but she didn't blush. They were too used to making comments like that to each other to be bashful about it. But if her called her beautiful, she'd turn pink and he loved it. "That fine ass on display for the world to see but only I'll be able to grab it. Doesn't that sound lovely?"

"Mhm." CJ hummed, continuing her work while mentally cursing her boyfriend for making her want to feel him grabbing her ass. "Sounds great, babe."

While she sounded uninterested, Dean knew that those gears were turning. He planted the right seed in her brain and she had stalled in her signing. She wasn't looking at him, though, and he knew that was her attempt to not give him power over her by seeing the effect he had on her. But he already knew. He didn't have to make eye contact to know the effect that he had on her, but he was going to let her believe that he didn't know what he did to her for now. She was cute when she thought that she held all the cards.

"Can you start your vibrator search, babe?" She asked, looking over at him and smirking when his eyes widened. "If I'm working, you should be too."

"Yes, ma'am." He responded with a smirk, turning her head to face him so he could kiss her. "I have so many plans for you and this thing, but I'm most excited to watch you play with yourself with it."

That got a blush out of CJ and he grinned, kissing her warm cheek. He loved getting that reaction out of her, especially when it came to sexual things. She was just so gorgeous, and the mental image of her playing with herself was too much for him to avoid the erection from rising. He'd have to take care of it somehow, because he didn't want to further distract her from her work when she needed to sleep so badly.

"You're getting hard, aren't you?"

"I'm always hard for you, your highness." He reminded, smirking when her hand came to rest on his thigh. "Don't worry about it, though, because you've got to get these done and get some sleep."

"But babe-"

"No buts. I'll let you watch me handle it, but you aren't further exerting yourself." He declared, smirking at the small pout that had settled on her face. "Its that nothing at all."

"Ugh. Fine." The blonde complained, going back to her signing and intentionally looking away from her boyfriend whenever she wanted more of the ice cream. He knew exactly what she was doing and grinned as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. The zipper was next to go down, the sound catching CJ's ear and she glanced over at him in the corner of her eye. He was going commando, something the he knew turned her on and she couldn't help but wonder if all this was planned on his end. "What are you doing?"

"Did I not say that I'd let you watch?" He asked, shimmying his pants down and watching her lick her lips once he had freed his semi-erect length. "Be a good girl and finish your work and I just might let you taste it."

"That's not searching for a vibrator."

"But its work, and you said that if you're working then I should be too." He reminded, looking around for something that would help him in his quest. "Do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Can you do a quick up and down to lube up my cock?"

"Nope." Was her instant response, and Dean knew that she was fighting back a chuckle. "I'm working and can only watch you handle it. Not help."

"Evil woman." Dean mumbled just before their landline rang. He got up to answer it but CJ pushed him back into his seat as she stood, grinning to herself as she walked over to where the phone was docked in the living room.

"Ambrose residence." She greeted, carrying the handheld with her while looking to her boyfriend in confusion when nobody said anything. "Hello?"

Dean stuffed himself back into his pants and stood, fixing his button and zipper as he made his way over to her and put his ear to the other end of the phone. He couldn't hear anything and tilted the phone a bit so that they could share the handheld while waiting for a response, but what they got wasn't expected.

"OH MY GOD ITS REALLY HER!"

The horrified look of Dean's face matched his girlfriend's before they hung up, but CJ's quickly turned to terrified once realization set in. Their home phone number was private, which meant that only people who knew it could have given it out. The question was who, and why would they do such a thing?

"My ear hurts." The blonde complained, trying to mask her fear but Dean saw right through her. The way she jumped when both of their phones rang told him enough. "What the hell, our cells now?"

"Relax. It could be Seth or Paul or Roman. Somebody welcome." He tried to relax her, guiding her back to the table where their phones were vibrating. "I got Hunter."

"I got Paul, so we're one-for-two." She mumbled, picking up her phone and answering it. "Tell me you've got some good news."

"I've managed to speed along the restraining order, but I'm curious as to why your home phone umber and both yours and your boyfriend's cell phone numbers are plastered all over the internet." The advocate spoke, his tone reflecting how worried he was for his clients' safety and the safety of their child.

"I was hoping you'd know." She muttered, leaving the dining room so she wouldn't have to listen to Dean talk to Hunter. "I'm scared, Paul."

"I'll see what I can do to keep you at home over the weekend. Being on the road is not what you need right now."

"Thank you, Paul." CJ sighed, entering Olivia's nursery and sitting down in the rocking chair. "Dean is on the phone with Hunter, now. I guess I'll just- I dunno what to do."

"Do you think its related to his mother?"

"Either his mom or fucking Chris, but I don't think Chris would stop this low. His mom wants his attention more than anything so that's what I'm banking on."

"Chris is smarter than to do this. All of this is grounds for a lawsuit and the last thing he wants with a big summer tour coming up is that kind of bad media." Paul stated, getting a nod from his client even though CJ knew that he couldn't see her. "Just relax, alright. Everything is going to be fine."

"How long until everything is fine, Paul? We're in way over our heads, here." CJ was on the verge of tears and it was more than just obvious. She was tired, scared, and stressed, and she was letting these things overwhelm her, which wasn't good for her at all. "I don't want to move, but it looks like we're going to have to if this crazy bitch knows where we live. I have to change all of our phone numbers and social media passwords, then I have to-"

"You need to relax, my dear. I know this is an awful situation but overwhelming yourself is not going to make this any better for you or your boyfriend."

"But-"

"And once you have a handle on your situation," Paul continued without even acknowledging that CJ had tried to speak. "You are going to go on the defensive and you are going to protect your family the only way you know how. You're going to act like you're not even bothered by this and you're going to do so well."

"You really think so?"

"Look at the last year of your life and see what I base my knowledge off of." The advocate spoke, a hint of smugness in his tone but CJ knew that it wasn't malicious at all. "I've got to get some things in order for you, so I'm going to have to let you go. Call Adam or Brock and have them keep you sane until Dean is off the phone. I'm going to help you handle this."

"Thank you, Paul." CJ whispered before saying her goodbyes to her advocate and manager, then pulling her knees up to her chest while she contemplated her next move. She knew that she couldn't go to social media about it, because it would give whoever it was the power of knowing that she and Dean were bothered by this. She also knew that she didn't really want Ada, involved in this. He had enough to deal with, he didn't need her issues too. Did she call Seth or did she keep him in the dark? How would he react to all this?

"Christina?" Dean called up the stairs and CJ sighed before quietly calling out her location to her boyfriend. It wasn't long before he was leaning against Olivia's dresser watching his girlfriend stare out the window. He didn't really know what to say to her right now, especially when he saw that she was crying. How did he comfort her when he was certain that it was his fault that all of this was happening?

"Hunter pulled us and Seth from RAW and SmackDown this week." He spoke softly, getting only a nod from his girlfriend. "Our numbers were posted to some dirt sheet website, and Hunter has guys looking into it for us."

"That's good to hear." Was all she mumbled, not looking away from the window when Dean moved to kneel in front of her chair. "I'm scared, babe."

"I know, sweetheart. I'm scared, too."

Dean and CJ are really in quite a pickle right now. I really don't know why it took so long for me to update, but here I am. Also, how about that Damien Sandow? I swear, that man is making his space in my heart bigger. Love him. I loved the Mizdow thing, too, but I'm kinda glad that its over.

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