TRAP

Set after the March 19, 2018 Raw. Kayfabe compliant…although, I don't know if this is the way the storyline will go.

"Let me guess," Roman sighed heavily, barely opening his eyes upon hearing the door to his hospital room open. "You're here to bust my ass about not telling you that I was going to go rogue and show up at the arena?"

"You should have told me." Seth replied, walking over to Roman's bedside and lightly punching him in the shoulder. "Didn't even know you were in town, much less the building until Bo Dallas ran into catering, yelling something about you, US Marshals, and Brock. By that time, there wasn't much I could do."

"Not much you could have done in the first place." Roman groaned as he shifted his position in bed slightly. "Been thinking this whole thing, starting with the suspension, was planned out by someone."

"Yeah, been thinking that myself, Big Dog." Seth agreed, sitting down in the chair next to the bed. "Wouldn't put it past Heyman to orchestrate something like this. God knows that he's certainly capable. You heard that those weren't actual…"

"Real marshals?" Roman interrupted, "Yeah, wasn't exactly my first time dealing with law enforcement." He smiled at his friend. "Yes, there's a story behind that, and no, I don't feel like sharing it."

"I'll get it out of you one day." Seth chuckled, "How are you feeling, brother?"

"Well, just got a dose of pain meds not too long ago, so I'm feeling pretty good right now." Roman smiled, "Doc still wants me to stay here until Wednesday at least for observation. Said that I had some internal bleeding that they want to keep an eye on as well as some soreness in my neck, back and ribs. They also want to keep an eye on where the cuffs dug into my wrists. Want to make sure that there's no infection."

"Damn." Seth shook his head, "Did you call Galina?"

"Yeah, she said that I'm a damned fool for going out there." Roman chuckled, wincing noticeably as his ribs reacted to him doing so. "Also, we'd better not leave her alone with Lesnar anytime soon! She might tear him apart before I can."

"Knew there was a reason why I avoid making her mad." Seth laughed before hearing the door open behind him. He frowned and rolled his eyes. "Ugh. I already told you that I don't care if visiting hours are technically over! I…" Seeing a weird look on Roman's face, he turned to see someone standing in the doorway that definitely wasn't a nurse. "How in the hell…"

"So," Dean smiled as the door shut behind him. "This is where the party is, huh? Well, I just came to tell you that I don't like these kind of parties!"

"Tough luck, brother." Roman smiled widely back at him. "Not a party unless you're here, Deano!"

"Normally, I'd hug you, Uce." Dean said as he wandered over to the pair. "But, you know, Lesnar pretty much beat you everywhere and I don't want to hurt you!" He froze in his tracks and looked up and down at Rollins, who had risen from his seat. "So, where in the hell were you?"

"You know," Seth sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "You aren't exactly the first person that's asked me that. Hell, I think the entire internet is wondering that."

"Doesn't answer my question." Dean replied with a glare, putting his hands into his pants pockets.

"Don't be mad at Seth, D." Roman shook his head, "I didn't tell him that I was planning on showing up. He thought that I was still at home."

"Oh, bullshit." Dean scoffed, briefly glancing at Roman. "If you think that he really didn't think that you'd show up, then I got a bridge to sell you! Sethie knew as well as I did what you would do!"

"Anyone who knows Uce knew that was precisely what he would do." Seth replied, thinking about his conversation with Roman earlier.

"So, you just chose to hang out with your new best friend, Balor, instead of helping Roman out?" Dean exclaimed, curling his hands into fists. "Fuck it, Seth! You were supposed to have his back since I…"

"Played right into Heyman's hands, didn't I?" Roman interrupted with a shake of his head, looking at Seth.

"Only thing I can't figure out is how he got Vince to do what he wanted." Seth agreed, "Damn! He's good!"

"Ok." Dean looked back and forth at his two Shield brothers. "What in the hell am I missing here?" As he replayed the incident in his head and coupled it with what both Roman and Seth had said, his eyes widened at the realization. "Shit! This entire thing was a setup?"

"That's what we're thinking." Roman replied, "Heyman knew that, even if I was suspended, I wouldn't be able to resist taking a shot at Lesnar if he showed up. He knew that my goddamned temper would rear its ugly head and I wouldn't be thinking straight."

"And you're injured." Seth added, motioning to Dean. "And I've been so involved with my Intercontinental title match that I haven't been paying a whole lot of attention on what's been going on with Uce, so the two people capable of reigning him in weren't there."

"That sonofabitch!" Dean swore, "Bad enough that Lesnar's a goddamned beast to deal with, you've got to look out for smarty pants Heyman too. It's too much!"

"There's a way to deal with it though." Seth smiled, "I believe it begins with Sierra, Hotel, India…"

"Don't think that's going to work unfortunately." Roman replied, "I mean, Ambrose is injured and you need to focus on your match with Balor and Miz."

"I'll manage." Seth put his hand up, "Besides, no offense, Big Dog, but you're not exactly a match for Heyman as far as brains go."

"Gee, thanks, Seth." Roman laughed, prompting another wince and draping an arm over his ribcage. "I love you too."

"What our princess here is trying to say is to let him play the mental chess game with Heyman." Dean explained, "You just focus on dealing with Brock physically and not letting your temper run wild." He paused before looking at Seth. "Wait! What do I get to do?"

"Get your ass back to work for starters." Roman replied before jerking his head towards Seth. "I can only put up with him for so long."

"Hmm." Seth said, trying not to show that he hadn't really given it much thought. "Ambrose, you get to do whatever it is we need you to do. So, yeah, that pretty much is staying at home and rehabbing that arm of yours, so you can get your ass back on the road with us."

"Damn." Dean frowned, "Was hoping for something a lot more fun than that."

"What are you talking about, man?" Roman replied, "Come on! That's the only position in this covert operation of ours that requires you to eat fries at least once a week!"

"I do like fries." Dean nodded before holding out his fist. It wasn't long until Roman and Seth held their fists out next to his. "All right! Shield Covert Operation: Take Down Lesnar and Heyman is a go!"