So, right now my view/review ratio is about 100/1. Would be nice to cut that in half. Or more. I know y'all are reading. Review, you little jerks. ;).

Just so you know, in gang vernacular, "set" means "crew." Example: "There was an entire set of Latin Kings in the club the other night, but they didn't start anything, because security was so heavy."

Sorry, last thing; y'all talk to me about when Becky speaks. Is it easier for y'all if I write her dialogue normally and y'all put the accent in with your minds, or do I keep writing it how I am?

Chapter Four: Commissary Romance

"Holy shit, I don't want to be here." Dean Ambrose's inner monologue was pretty much the only thing keeping him awake. 5 AM had come much earlier than the somewhat lackadaisical young man had been ready for, and an early morning jog/workout hadn't done nearly as much to assuage his fatigue. The only thing that helped him get ready for his day, as mundane as it was, was a text he got from Becky at 6:30, thanking him for the fun night she'd had and expressing hope that she'd see him again soon. Just the thought that she wanted to see him again was enough to make Dean smile through his entire post-workout shower at Haku's, as well as his walk to the subway station.

But all that seemed like an eternity ago. Right now, Dean was stuck in what felt like a perpetual cycle of bureaucracy and nonsense in the cavernous warehouse space that would soon be the home of Titan City's Major Crimes unit. The first interview had lasted all of 7 minutes. Zack Ryder showed up, presentation prepared, and Dean got about three slides into it before offering Zack the job. Currently, Dean's first ever hire was setting up his half of the office he'd be sharing with Dana Brooke. Dana, who'd shown up early, was meticulously taking notes while Dean's second interview, Booker Huffman, was in the middle of a long winded answer about his previous experience as a member of Titan City's Vice unit.

"...so yeah, after we collared the first couple gang members, the rest was easy. Once we got to the kid runnin' their corner, we dangled his narrow ass over a third floor balcony until he sang like Beyonce on all his boys. We got the entire set with one sweep. I never seen so many kids running so fast without an ice cream truck involved."

Dana, Booker, and Mick Foley, who was there supervising, all laughed. Dean, however, was too preoccupied with his phone to even register what was happening. After a few seconds of laughter, however, Dean snapped out of his laser focus enough to join in the reactionary laughs, as though he'd heard everything. Pretending he'd been paying attention, Dean glanced at the papers in front of him, before also pretending to look at Dana's notes.

"So, Booker, it says here you have….twenty three years experience." Dean nodded, engaged in the conversation for the first time. "Why would you be so interested in transferring departments so late in your career?"

Booker chuckled. "Man, it feels like I ain't done shit the last five years or so. Seems like our whole department's just gone soft, man. We make arrests, but we don't do a gotdamn thing to prevent crime."

Dean nodded. "I hear you, man."

Booker interrupted him excitedly. "No, you don't 'hear me, man.' I was a cop in this town back when that meant something. When we actually worked to prevent crime in this city. The fuck you talkin' about?"

Dean shrugged animatedly. "Hey man, I didn't mean to offend you. I'd actually love to have some experienced officers in this unit. I have a feeling most of our officers are gonna be out of town transfers or straight out of the academy."

Booker shook his head. "Fuck that, man. I didn't come here to be no damn babysitter."

The older man's response was so shocking that Dean couldn't help but laugh. "No man, not a babysitter. Like a mentor. You'd not only get to bust some fucking heads, you'd get to leave a legacy with young officers in Titan City. Remind them who the legend is."

Booker grinned and shook his head slightly. "Fuck you, man. You know how much I love me, and you tryin' to take advantage of that."

Dean glanced down at the papers in front of him. "Hey man, you applied to be here. So you tell me. What are you wanting to do during your time here?"

Booker stared into the distance for a second, measuring his words. "I want to actually catch some bad guys, man. Lock 'em up. Feel like I did some good before I retire."

Dean snickered. "Okay. You're hired, man. We start the first monday in January."

Booker's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "For real?"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed verbally. "We'll have your car assignment ready for you. We won't be 'patrolling,' per se, but we will have regular rounds in squad cars. Backing up regular cops and trying to make connections to our objectives. Clear?"

Booker nodded. "Crystal."

With that, Booker stood up, satisfied that he'd gotten what he wanted. He shook Dean's hand, grinned at Dana, and winked at Lieutenant Foley. "I'll see y'all in a couple weeks."

And that's how it went for Dean. After Zack and Booker, Dustin Runnels came in. Runnels had been a former border patrol agent, and served a long term as a narcotics cop in Dallas. He moved to Titan City some six years before to be near his ailing father and much younger half-brother, and had taken up his law enforcement career in the rough streets of North Titan. Dean was instantly impressed, and combined with Foley's admiration, Runnels was an immediate hire.

The team's fourth interview was the aforementioned Dashwood. She was still fairly new to the force, but she'd done good work handling crimes involving children in Philadelphia. Both Lieutenant Foley and Dean suspected they'd need some officers with expertise in dealing with juveniles, and Emma came off as poised and prepared, and so Emma was about to become the fourth hire of four interviews.

But that wasn't all that was happening during these long conversations. Dean was clearly smitten with the scarlet-haired bombshell he'd spent the previous evening with. He'd texted her when he got home, as he'd promised, and the two had spent the following day sending each other one and two line messages about how great each thought the other was. It was a feeling Dean hadn't experienced in a very long time, and he was okay with it, even though he knew he shouldn't be. Finally, during the middle of one of Emma Dashwood's answers to a question Dean hadn't been here, the disheveled man texted the question he'd had on his mind all day.

So, Becky, are you free for dinner tonight? I would just love to see you again.

Dean half listened to Emma, trying to occupy his mind so as to not obsess over every second between him sending his latest correspondence and when he received his response.

As it turned out, Dean didn't have to wait very long. As Emma was responding to one of Foley's questions, Dean's phone buzzed, an indicator that she'd returned his message.

I'm at the hospital until after midnight now. But, if you're so inclined, I'd spend my dinner hour with you if you bring me some food. The commissary is normally decent, but I guess the regular cooks are home for the holiday, because breakfast was shit.

Dean grinned, but tried not to let anyone see how excited he was. Discretely, he typed his response.

Yeah. What do you want? I gotta go home and get my car, but that won't take long.

Dean grinned as he received her response. "She must be fuckin' hungry," he mused to himself internally.

I want a big grill chicken salad from Red Rooster. And a 5 pc tender kids meal. That's for my roommate.

Done, Dean responded, his grin growing wider at the prospect of getting to see Becky sooner than he'd originally thought.

A minute later, Becky responded, letting him know her choice of coffee and dressing for her salad, and Dean began extending his mental checklist to include his rendezvous with Becky.

It didn't take much longer for Ambrose, Brooke, and Foley to conclude their interview with Dashwood. She was hired, and the smile on her face betrayed how excited she was for this step up in responsibility. She said her goodbyes, and as she walked out the door, Dean noticed Dana was not exactly subtle in the manner in which she checked out the backside of the young Australian woman. Upon seeing this, Dean raised his eyebrows and made eye contact with his co-worker.

"What?" Dana asked defensively. "We both know she's hot."

Dean gave her a flabbergasted gaze. "Weren't you just hitting on me the other night?"

Dana grinned and winked. "Some of us aren't so primitive that we can't appreciate the finer specimens of both genders."

Dean snickered, then nodded knowingly. "I hear you. Good for you, girl."

Dana shrugged. "Titan City can be a wonderful place."

Dean let out a laugh. "Ha! Yes, yes it can. Speaking of that," he returned resolutely, beginning to pack his things as though he were done for the day, "that's it, right? We done? Because I've got places to be."

Foley chuckled. "You're not that lucky, Ambrose. We have one more. A late addition. He's a SWAT captain in East Titan. We're gonna have our own incursion unit here. Kind of a 'mini-SWAT.' For busting up drug labs and the like."

Dean nodded, an impressed look washing over his face. "Sounds like my kinda guy. Who is it?"

Foley squinted at a piece of paper in front of him. "Looks like he graduated from the Academy the same class as you. Do you know a 'Roman Reigns?'"

Suddenly, the nonchalant smirk on Dean's face disappeared. Replacing it was a mix of dread and regret. He moved his head in the affirmative, but there was none of the jovial recognition he'd had in his earlier interactions with Dana and Mick.

"Yeah, I know Roman. We used to be good friends."

Foley reacted with clearly discernible surprise. "'Used to be?'" He repeated, a bit puzzled. "What happened?"

Dean grinned, but there was no joy in his smile. "He married my high school sweetheart."

Both Dana and Captain Foley's faces stretched in minor horror.

"What?" Dana asked incredulously.

"Yeah. She and I'd been broken up about two years. I really had no right to be mad about it, but I was. We were at the Academy together. Roomies, actually. Then, one day after our PT and outdoor tactical training, this fine little thing shows up with a picnic lunch for them to enjoy together. Apparently they'd been dating a few weeks at that point. I think I know who it is, but I say to myself 'no, it can't be.' But it is. Sasha fucking Banks, purple hair, bangin' little body, sweet smile and all. And Roman runs to her like a goddamn golden retriever."

Dana snickered. "That's rough."

"Yeah, you're tellin' me. We spent almost every day together the last year and a half of high school, go to both proms together, the whole 'Corey and Topanga' bunch of bullshit."

Foley chuckled. "I loved that show."

Dean nodded, pointing playfully at his captain. "Fuck yes. Me too. But that isn't the point. I'm actually not a hundred percent sure what the point is. I still don't really have any idea why I was so mad at Roman. I broke up with Sasha. It's not like she screwed me over. I guess…" His voice trailed off, his face full of nostalgic regret.

"You guess what?" Dana asked, impatiently.

"I met Renee right after that. I guess I always kind of blamed the frame of mind I was in during that time on seeing my first love and my roommate happily involved. And that was BEFORE they got married." Ambrose shook his head ruefully, continuing his sad tale. "I ran headlong into Renee's arms. And it was okay for a while. But I can't shake the feeling that I would've never ended up in the situation I was in if I hadn't seen Roman and Sasha that day. They just...they looked so happy. She never seemed that happy with me. We were always fighting and screaming and then having make-up sex in her mom's basement or in my car. Sasha and I weren't good for each other. But that didn't stop me from hating Roman for being good for her."

Captain Foley shook his head slowly. "That's...goddamn. You want me to cancel the interview?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah. I'm...ok with all the relationships in my life right now. I just don't know how I'm gonna do if I see Roman again."

Dana smiled and shook her head. "Who knew Dean Ambrose was such a hopeless romantic?"

Dean's gaze snapped toward Dana. "You seemed to think I was something the other night at Lanza's."

Dana chuckled again, almost offended at Dean's brazen nature. "Hey, we all get bored sometimes."

This time, everyone laughed. Dean honestly thought Dana was funny, and he didn't mind her giving him a hard time, and so anyone currently occupying that particular space was sharing a good chuckle. After a beat, all three officers made their minds get back on track.

"Is he here?" Dean inquired, genuinely curious.

Foley checked his phone, then nodded. "Yeah. He's in the lobby. Want me to let him in or wait for you to leave?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm staying for this interview. It's my unit, right?"

Foley shrugged. "Yeah. Fair enough."

With that, Dean and Dana resumed their earlier positions, as Foley went to retrieve the aforementioned Reigns. As he did, Ambrose again reached for his phone, needing to alert Becky of this latest development.

Hey Dr. Pretty Lady, we have one more interview. Last second change. Probably be about 6:15 before I can get there. Cool?

Dean hastily thumbed the "send" button, sliding his phone back into his jacket pocket before turning his attention to the massive frame entering the interview room.

Roman Reigns cut an intimidating silhouette. Well over six feet tall, he looked every bit the part of "badass SWAT Team Leader." He sauntered into the room, his inky black hair cascading down his shoulders.

"Guy looks like a fuckin' action hero," Dean mused to himself. And Dean wasn't wrong. Roman Reigns looked like the textbook definition of "law enforcement officer." His confident snicker looked like it was plastered on his face, and his nonchalant demeanor was the opposite of what Dean felt at that moment. To add to Dean's problems, his phone vibrated at that moment, with what Dean assumed was a verdict regarding his last message to Becky.

Oh boyo. I guess I'm not as important as I thought. JK. That's fine. Just make sure my food is fresh and that you're ready to provide stimulating conversation.

Dean snickered to himself. In spite of his trepidations involving relationships after the Renee fiasco, he found Becky to be quite engaging. Sensing Roman's presence growing closer, Dean quickly thumbed out a response.

You're the biggest deal I've got going, Doc. But the Titan City Police Dept. keeps wanting me to like, do my job before they just hand me money. But, once this is over, I'll be ready to provide stimulation.

He sent the text and once again hid his phone, hoping to get at least part-way through the interview before Becky responded. He noticed the imposing shadow of Roman Reigns beginning to overtake him, and so Dean stood, though all he really wanted to do was punch Roman right in his smug, perfectly manicured face.

"Dean," Roman began, extending his hand.

Dean shook it, although he briefly considered snubbing the larger man. "Roman. Long time no see."

Roman smirked. "Yeah. And who's fault is that?"

"I dunno," Dean deadpanned. "We could ask Sasha."

The outward expression on Roman's face didn't change a lot, but it did change. His jaw tightened and he took a small step in toward Ambrose.

"Watch it, Dean. That's my wife."

Ambrose snickered, but he did raise his arms up in a posture of surrender, acknowledging that he was just kidding.

"Man, I'm sorry. I promise I'm not still mad. I can't help myself sometimes."

Roman returned Dean's glib smile. "I remember. It hasn't been that long since we were dominating the Academy together."

With that, both men found their seats, though neither seemed to be able to relax completely. Sensing that this was the calmest the two men would be in the same room as one another, Mick Foley launched into the same line of questions about Roman's background that he'd asked every other applicant that day.

With every answer that Roman gave, Dean had to admit he was impressed. Reigns had carved out the beginning of what everyone involved knew was going to be a stellar police career. He'd quickly moved into a role as head of his own SWAT Team, a group that had been involved with busting drug labs and human trafficking dens all over the roughest areas of Titan City. And now he was looking for a way up. One thing occurred to Dean, though. As Reigns neared the conclusion of one of his answers, Dean raised his hand loosely, indicating his intention to ask a question.

"So, Roman, if you're doing so well in East Titan, why are you lookin' to make the move into a new unit?"

Roman nodded thoughtfully. "Man, East Titan is like a cesspool. And that's just my precinct. Seemed like every bust we made and piece of evidence we impounded were just tossed aside by our captain. He's a fat piece of shit who'd rather stay on the good side of the corrupt politicians and drug kingpins then do any real good over there. He's a real purveyor of bureaucracy. Most of the guys on my SWAT team, even, aren't exactly hounds of justice. When I heard about this unit, I thought it'd be a chance to do some real good. Maybe make this city safer for my kids."

A twinge of anger creeped up inside Dean when he heard Roman use the word "kids." Mostly because he knew who the mother of those kids was. But he shoved that anger down, determined to make the right decision for his new squad. He grunted in the affirmative at Roman's answer.

"So I take it you won't be bringing the guys from your SWAT team over to our unit?"

Roman scoffed, almost choking on the coffee he was sipping. "Hell no. Well, of the twelve, I'm asking four if they'll come with me." He glanced at his phone, at what Dean assumed was a list of his invitees. "If you decide you like them, I wanna bring over Kofi Kingston, Xavier Woods, Ettore Langston, and Kaitlyn Bonin. The rest of them are wastes of flesh I inherited from the SWAT team leader I took over for."

Dean chuckled. He knew better than most what it was like having lazy, inept bosses. It was one of the reasons he'd taken the new assignment in the first place. He liked Orndorff, but he didn't think the forlorn and worn-down CO had any more passion for law and order left in him.

"Cool," Ambrose answered. "We'll be taking applications on the other four spots on your team, then?'

Reigns nodded in the affirmative. "Yeah. I've got a few guys in mind, but I won't have answers from most of them until after the holidays."

"Great," Dean responded again. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're hired."

Roman smiled. "Awesome."

Foley cut in. "And you two are sure you can get along?"

Dean tried not to let on how funny he thought it was that Captain Foley thought he would be mad enough to hinder his decision making process. Dean thought about making a scene just for his own amusement, but instead he resolved to play everything as straight as possible so he could make his dinner connection.

"I promise," Dean intimated, "I'm good. I was just making a joke before. I'm good with what happened years ago."

"And you?" Foley asked, his gaze leveling on Roman.

"Yeah. I want to bust drug dealers. Pimps. Various other assholes. If I have to put up with this asshole to do it, then that's fine."

Dean snickered, knowing who Roman was talking about. "Good. Keep sending your texts or whatever. We'll get your guys put together when we get back from Christmas."

Roman nodded. "Cool. We done?"

Dean glanced over at Captain Foley, who gave both young men a "thumbs up" gesture.

"Okay," Roman spat, an air of finality in his voice. "If I get out of here now, I can still pick Jasmine up from day care." Roman looked over at Dana, but Dean was really the one interested in what Roman was saying. "Jasmine's my daughter. She's three. Sasha is pregnant with our second now. We find out the gender soon."

Dana felt bad for Dean, but her heart also melted seeing such a rugged, handsome man speak so fondly of his children, both born and unborn.

"Aww," she cooed. "That's really sweet." Dean rolled his eyes as Roman smiled.

"Thanks," Roman replied politely, giving Dana a courteous smile.

Roman turned back to Dean. "We good?"

Dean nodded slowly. "Yeah. It'll be good working with you."

Roman smiled, pretty sure that what he was going to say next was going to ruin Dean's good attitude. "Good, because you know how you're gonna be at Jimmy and Naomi's house Christmas Eve?"

Dean nodded slowly. "Yeah?"

Roman sighed deeply. "Well, Jimmy's my cousin. I asked Naomi not to tell you when I heard y'all were partners, because, well, we weren't exactly speaking then. I'm gonna be at his house, too."

Dean tried not to show any outward emotion. "And Sasha?"

Roman snickered. "I mean, I try not to leave the wife home on major holidays. She's on her own for like, Earth Day, or Cinco de Mayo, but Christmas Eve seems pretty important."

Dean chuckled wryly. "Cool. Well, thanks for the heads up. I guess I'll see you there?"

Roman shrugged. "Sure." Without another word, Roman waved lazily at Dana and Foley, then turned and left the precinct. Still not sure what to make of his previous conversation, Dean turned toward Captain Foley.

"Are we done now?" Ambrose asked, anxious to lay his eyes on Becky.

Foley nodded. "Yeah, we are. We'll meet again on the twenty-seventh. We'll have a few more interviews, then we'll open on the second with whatever crew we have while we finish hiring."

Ambrose gave an impressed whistle. "I guess City Hall really is serious about getting us up and running, if they're gonna let us run before we have a full crew."

Foley shrugged. "Crime doesn't take time off. I guess City Hall figured we shouldn't either."

Dean tried to tamp down his irritation as he waited in the hospital lobby, his arms full of bags of food and his heart racing. He was also trying not to think about the events that brought him to the hospital the last time. Getting shot wasn't a pleasant experience, and Dean didn't like how often he still thought about it.

Becky had texted him, letting him know she was coming to get him, but that had been several minutes ago. He'd had enough time to sit down and get comfortable, which would've been okay normally. But this wasn't a normal situation. All Dean wanted was the endorphin rush that would accompany seeing the breathtaking redhead. It worried Dean a bit that he was so excited to see Becky again after only twenty four hours, but it also made him ridiculously happy that she appeared to be just as happy to see him.

Just as Dean started to worry about Becky no-showing, the automatic doors marked "to intensive care" slid open and the grinning, distinct face of Becky Lynch crossed Dean's perception for the first time in a full day.

"'Ey, boyo," she greeted the man jovially. "Ya get mah salad?"

She kissed Dean on the cheek when she got close, before sliding her arms around Dean for an affectionate embrace.

"I did," Dean returned, enjoying the feel of Becky's body against his. Dean honestly wasn't sure if "inviting" was a good way to describe the way a woman's body felt against his own, but that was how she felt. Her presence was nurturing, warm, and friendly, and all three of those attributes were things Dean needed in his life.

"Well le's go then," Becky returned playfully. She noted that both his hands were full, but he refused to let her carry anything. Instead of fighting him on that, as she might have otherwise, she just giggled and led him playfully through the doors and down the hallway that led to the hospital commissary area.

The first few minutes the two spent together were spent in almost complete silence. Becky was famished, and she'd refused to take a snack break, knowing that her favorite menu item at one of her favorite eateries was on its way to her. She's attacked the chicken salad with gusto, and Dean liked that she wasn't scared to eat in front of him. Renee was always conscious of her appearance, and that led to her picking at food whenever she was with Dean, even after they were married. Dean found it refreshing to see a girl as pretty as Becky not care about whether she ate in front of him. After a minute, Dean sensed a third presence in the room. Glancing over his right shoulder, he was immediately aware of a pretty brunette approaching them cautiously.

"Becky, is this…?" She trailed off once she saw she'd gotten Becky's attention.

"Oh, yeah, c'mere." Becky hastily finished the bite of chicken and salad she was working on, before gesturing toward the new girl, getting Dean's attention.

"Dean, thes is Bayley Martinez. She's the head pediatric nurse 'ere at Rogers. She's also meh roommate."

The brunette girl waved at Dean, a broad grin invading her face.

"Hi, Dean," she began, "I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to meet you."

Dean extended his hand, which Bayley readily accepted. "It's good to meet you, too. I got your kids meal here." he continued, gesturing toward the last unmolested "to go" box on the table. Dean's own burger and fries were almost gone, and Becky's salad was disappearing at an alarming rate, too. Bayley grinned as she opened her own box, finding her chicken tenders to be to her approval.

And that's how it went for the next thirty minutes or so. Becky and Dean eating, while Bayley maintained a constant stream of idle chatter while she consumed her own dish. A few interesting things did happen during that half hour; mainly, that Becky slid her leg under the booth table the three were sitting on, until her lower leg came to rest against Dean's. Upon feeling this nonverbal signal of Becky's affection, Dean glanced up at her, finding a grin from the pretty redhead. It caused a cascade of butterflies in Dean's stomach to feel this close contact from Becky, especially while Bayley was around. Finally, the conversation became more important than the food, and Dean found himself listening intently as Becky regaled Bayley with the tale of Becky and Dean's first date;

"So t'en he drove meh home, he opened the door for meh, he was very swee'. I couldn' wai' tah see 'im again. Tha's why he's 'ere."

Dean grinned. "Yep."

Bayley smiled broadly. "Awww. And you're going with him for Christmas Eve?" She asked, happy for her friend.

"I am," she responded, unable to hide the smile on her own face.

"That's really sweet," Bayley asserted. "So you guys are a real 'commissary romance?'"

And it went on like that for almost the entire dinner hour. Bayley and Becky talking, while Dean sat there like an idiot. Finally, Becky checked her watch.

"I hafta ge' inta surgery, Dean. I'm supervisin' a procedure in an hour. I got tah ge' sterilized and such before'and." Having finished their dinner, Dean smiled up at Becky.

"So I gotta go, huh?"

Becky nodded. "I don' wan' ya too, but I got ta ge' prepped fer surgery." Dean stood as she spoke, and Becky extended her hand toward his, slipping her lithe fingers in between his. She began walking him down the hall as he briefly addressed Bayley.

"It was good meeting you, Bayley."

"You too, Dean," she responded, smiling broadly as she observed the two walking away, hand in hand. She was happy for Becky to have met someone who seemed so into her. While she watched them, Becky looked back at her roommate, rolling her eyes at how unrepentantly Bayley was watching them. She looked up at Ambrose, her gaze finding his.

"Thank ya fer bringin' me food, Dean. It was really good ta see ya. I'm really lookin' forward ta Christmas Eve in a coupla days, yeah?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Oughta be a good time." Dean decided to keep the news he'd learned today about his high school girlfriend attending the same Christmas Eve party as they were to himself.

They reached the front door, and Becky used he ID badge to open the automatic sliding doors. She grinned at Dean, before turning to face him, lacing her arms around his neck.

"Yer an interestin' guy, Dean Ambrose. Yer very thoughtful, even though ya don' wan' people ta know."

Dean smiled in return. "I know. You make me want to be thoughtful."

Becky tried not to blush, her smile lighting the square footage around the two young lovers. "I'm glad." She planted a kiss full on Dean Ambrose's lips, moaning with pleasure into Dean's mouth.

Dean grinned back at Becky, breaking the kiss up. "I can't wait to see you again."

Becky squeezed Dean tightly in her arms. "Soon, Dean. We'll have a good time."

Dean nodded, receiving another kiss from Becky for his trouble. It took everything Dean had to pull himself away from the breathtaking doctor, though he knew she had to go back to work. The two said their goodbyes, and Dean drove away, his head still spinning from his encounter with the Irish stunner he was so lucky to have fallen in with…

Sorry, writing Dean/Becky is so fun. We'll have some variance next chapter.

What do y'all think? Can Dean and Roman work together? Cand Dean and Sasha be in the same room? Review, you little turds. And Merry Christmas.