Mickie stared in disbelief three days later when she walked into the arena and found Ysabel there.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I work here," Ysabel answered.
"You should be at home resting after that nasty fall," Mickie said.
"I can work fine. All I do is sit down and control the sound anyway," Ysabel said. "Besides, I'm going crazy at home. I need to see other people. I need to see..."

She sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth before accidently saying too much.

"Roman?" Mickie asked with a smirk.
"What? No!" Ysabel lied. "I need to see you."
"Liar!" Mickie chuckled.
"I'm not. I actually do like you, Mickie," Ysabel chuckled back.
"I don't doubt that but you're still a liar," Mickie said.

She took Ysabel's hand and gently stroked it.

"It's okay to have feelings for Roman. It's more than okay actually," she said.
"I don't. I love Bray. I'm marrying him," Ysabel said.
"Stop lying!" Mickie hissed. "You don't love him and you sure as hell won't marry him."
"Mickie, please," Ysabel said lowly.
"Please, my ass! I refuse to let you go through with it. Enough is enough, and to be honest, enough was a long time ago. I won't stand for it any longer. I won't allow it. You've become a shadow of the woman I met the day you walked into this company," Mickie said.

There was only so little Mickie could do on her own when Ysabel clearly refused to leave Bray but at least now she had allied herself with a couple of others and Ysabel wasn't gonna say no to all of them. After the show that night she went to Roman and Dean's hotel room and knocked on the door. Shortly after Roman opened and looked at her confused.

"Mickie? What is it? Is something wrong with Ysabel?" He asked.
"Just the fact that's the first thing on your mind shows me you understand how wrong her situation is," she said. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said.

He let her into the room and Dean gave her a curious look from his spot on one of the beds.

"What's up, Mickie girl?" He asked.
"Ysabel's here," she answered.
"I know," Dean grinned. "Do you honestly think her being here would get past Roman's attention? Nope, big dog there has been going on and on about her all day."
"Shut up!" Roman growled.

He sat down next to Dean and both men looked up at Mickie as if she held the secret to the universe.

"No more eye fucking each other and dreaming from a distance. We got less than 14 days," she started.
"Until what?" Dean asked.
"The doctor who treated her this time said she had to relax for 14 days and Bray always listens to the doctors," she answered. "Yeah, go figure."

Dean snickered a bit about that fact. Bray never listened to anybody as far as he knew but apparently he did respect authorities when it came to doctors.

"What does that mean?" Roman asked.
"It means that he gives her extra freedom everytime a doctor tells her to relax after a so called accident," Mickie answered.
"Accident," he growled angrily.
"Be mad later," she smiled. "It means that I can take her places without him putting up a fight."
"And where are you taking her?" He asked.

She smiled schemingly and slowly started to grin.

"How do you feel about renting a suite tomorrow?" She asked.
"I can do that," he answered.
"What will you tell Bray?" Dean asked.
"Nothing really. Girl time at its finest. He won't question it," she answered.
"It sounds like a plan," Roman said. "Or the beginning of one."

She nodded and gave him a normal smile this time. One he returned with one of his own.

"Anything else?" He asked.
"Buy tiramisu," she answered.
"Again?" He asked.
"Not ice cream this time. Cake. I don't think you understand how much she loves tiramisu. I don't get it. She can eat it for breakfast if she's allowed to, just like she'll order tiramisu latte in a coffee bar if they got it," she said.
"Tiramisu is the key to her heart?" Dean chuckled.
"Roman's the key but tiramisu sure won't hurt," she said.

Roman blushed at those words. It was weird to him. He had been secretly in love with her for so long and suddenly it all went so fast and he didn't feel like he could follow. Mickie was pulling the strings for them both and he just had to hold on tight and try to keep up.

"Tiramisu," he nodded.
"Tiramisu," she smiled.