Here's a little bit of romantic tension, just in case the all-wrestling format was getting to you. If you're not into it, feel free to skip over this chapter - but, it's really good. Maybe I'm biased, but I like the way that it's put together, and it's a welcome breath of fresh air between all of the drama.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Justin Gabriel, Tyson Kidd and John Cena had become almost a "terrible three" when it came down to it. After Gail's leaving of what wasn't quite yet the Diva's Army to join DEAR, Tyson and John had put their arms around Justin in friendship, holding him up when he was falling to pieces. Now, Justin was a mostly recovered guy from his heartbreak, but knew that part of him would always belong to Gail Kim.

Now, after a grueling gym day in which John had pushed both Tyson and Justin to their limits, while some of the other bodyguards either ignored them or laughed, the three men were finished at the gym and were returning back to their hotel rooms. The bodyguards were going out to hang out away from the Divas, and it was going to be quite a night for all of them.

John and Tyson jumped into an elevator with a few of the other guys, while Justin decided to get a snack from the vending machine across from the elevators, and take the next one. The hotel's gym was on the basement floor, so it wasn't much to Justin's surprise when it stopped on the lobby floor to pick someone else up.

Justin barely looked up from his bag of gummy bears-which he thought were well-deserved, given the circumstances-to see who was getting in. Likely, it was a stranger, a fan, or just one of the girls from the Diva's Army who had gone down to the lobby for one reason or another.

Rather, it was someone who Justin had not expected, but before she could exit the elevator to take the next one, the doors had closed and the elevator was moving up.

"Uh… hi, Justin."

"Gail."

There was a moment of silence. Justin's room was on the ninth floor, while Gail's was on the penthouse suite on the fifteenth floor. DEAR always stayed in the penthouse suites, just like they always had their private dressing room, and their private jet. Everything for them was high-class, like the designer clothes they wore. At the moment, Gail was wearing designer jeans and a tight white tank top, her black hair falling in curls around her shoulders.

Without thinking better of it, Justin stuck out his hand to press the 15, and then pressed the button which would stop the elevator. The authorities wouldn't be called unless he pressed the button for that-he could talk to Gail for as long as it took.

She wasn't, however, happy about the development as the elevator churned to a stop, dropping a few inches when it did while she gasped. "Jesus Christ, Justin, are you fucking unstable?"

"Yes. Yes, I am unstable." Justin looked over to her, leaning on the side of the elevator with his arms crossed over his chest. "And you want to know who caused that?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't me, so I don't-"

"Certainly. You sound so damn sure, Gail."

"Justin, you're being ridiculous. It obviously wasn't my fault." She shrugged her delicate shoulders, the muscles in her arms tightening-she was getting nervous, but didn't want to show it. I'm stuck in an elevator with a psychopath. This is great.

"Obviously wasn't?! Gail Kim, you left your friends behind. You cost them a match at a pay-per-view and haven't said more than a few words to any of them since!" He was only a few feet away from her in the first place, but was closing the distance. "Does all of this just not matter to you anymore?! I know what it's like to live in the mob mentality, Gail. I was in the Nexus twice, and the Corre. I'm not stupid, though-I got out. You didn't. You obviously don't plan to."

"Are you implying that-"

"Yes, Gail. I'm implying that you're being ridiculous. I'm implying that it's your fault that I've done a swan dive off the deep end. Because it is your fault. Whether you see it or you don't, you can't be blind forever, and one day, you're going to wake up, and see that you're the one who fucked me up."

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't mean to hurt me." Justin laughed, but the sound was dry and insincere from his mouth. "You know what, you're beyond repair." He reached over, pressing the button to release the elevator from where it was stuck between the fourth and fifth floors. Gail took a step over and slammed her own finger into the button and he looked at her, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Justin Gabriel, you're thick-headed scum. You know that?!"

"Sure. Go on."

"You're being a complete asshole to me right now! Don't you realize that I have feelings?! I may act like it, but I'm not stronger than my feelings, and you're really hurting them right now." The red light in the elevator, the emergency light, was illuminating both of them as it had only moments before, and her eyes appeared damp. "You're fucking impossible."

"I'm impossible? Gail. You lead me on for weeks. Before I was even your bodyguard you used to give me those flawless smiles of yours." He put his hands on her wrists and stroked the inside of them with his thumbs. "I really cared about you, Gail, and you threw all of that away."

"Cared… past tense?"

"I still care about you, Gail-what sane man could just stop?"

"I… I love you, Justin." Tears were running down her face now. "I really do."

He wrapped his arms around her, regardless of the tears that were flowing rapidly over her cheeks and to her chin. "Don't cry, Gail… I love you, too… but you have things to do. So do I. We can't be with each other as long as you're with DEAR."

"I know… I'm so sorry, Justin…"

"I'm sorry, too. For being thick-headed scum."

"I'm sorry for leading you on and making you go mental."

Justin gave her a gentle push away, letting her wipe her tears before pressing the elevator button once more, so that they were in motion again. "I accept your apology. You should go. Maybe I'll see you later, Gail Kim."

"Maybe I'll see you later, Justin." She smiled shyly as he stepped out of the elevator, and watched as the glassy silver doors shut again in front of her. The elevator continued up, effortlessly, and no one got onto it as well, thankfully. The doors opened at the fifteenth floor penthouse, and Trish looked up at her.

"Gail-I was starting to worry. Where have you been? Were you crying?"

"The elevator stopped." Trish's eyes widened. "Justin was in the elevator with me, and he calmed me down. That's all." She turned to walk into one of the bedrooms, where the bathroom was. "I'm going to go shower."

Though she knew that more could have gone on in that elevator than Gail was admitting to, Trish just couldn't bring herself to not believe Gail. She'd been a trouper since she'd joined DEAR. From then on, Gail hadn't done anything strange, except perhaps request that Molly be let go. But Molly Holly and Gail were friends, that much was true, and had a past. So, it wasn't unusual. Trish would've done the same for Lita or Ashley, or even for Mickie.

Don't worry, the next chapter returns us to the regular world of action and drama. It just might be in a way that you don't expect.