The next morning they all got up at almost the same time. Dean and Roman made breakfast while Machelle made coffee and set the table after Dean had got the plates down from the cupboard for her. It was going to be a busy day.
They all cleaned the house. They split up the chores. Dean vacuumed the bedrooms after Roman and Machelle made the beds. Roman helped Machelle do some laundry. Making sure that they had their ring gear clean and ready for when the guys had to leaves.
Dean made some sandwiches from the roast they had and the trio sat down to eat. Dean was totally disgusted when Machelle asked him to cut some sweet mix pickles into slices. Then put them on her sandwich. After some play fighting Machelle made him try it. Then he admitted he was wrong and thought it was pretty good.
Tom Sullivan the Realtor Machelle called came over to look at the house. Machelle told him it had six bedrooms, Media room, a pool, a pool house that had two bedroom in it, home gym and big kitchen. He looked around the house. When it was time to go outside Dean held El Torrito's collar just in case he decided to pounce on the older man. He told them that he would be back the next day to take photos.
After he left Machelle decided that she should go through the house to put sticky notes on the items that she would be donating to local families. Dean took out a pen and paper and wrote the things down Just so she would have a list of everything. Like the beds, dressers and Jamie's clothes.
Then went through the gym, thinking that the youth centre down the road would love some of the equipment. As Roman and Dean had been to Jamie's house in Florida and had a home gym there too. When they got to his office they packed some boxes with papers that Jamie had in his file cabinets and in his desk and put them in the garage.
The trio decided to take El Torrito for a walk down to the youth centre. They asked for the person in charge. They explained that they wanted to donate some things. The person in charge Mathew was excited and made arrangements for a day when Dean and Roman would be there to help set the equipment up. They also asked if there was anyone in need for furniture which Mathew said he would get back to them. Machelle left her name and number so Mathew could get a hold of her.
Then they headed home. They were all tired so again, Dean made sandwiches. He made sure to put the pickles on all of them and they settled down and watched some TV until they all couldn't keep their eyes open. Then they all went to their own rooms.
The next morning Machelle was trying to be quiet, as to not wake the guys. They would be leaving later that day to go to Raw so she decided to take her coffee outside.
Sitting on a lounge she tried to convince herself that it was a good thing she was moving on. Even though there had been nothing going on between her and Jamie she still felt like she had lost a loved one.
Then started thinking of her life how she had not dated in a long time. Then snapped out of her thoughts when El Torrito tried to climb onto the lounge she was sitting on and knocked her coffee over that was sitting on the ground.
"You big oaf," she laughed. "Where is your ball?" The big dog ran off to find his ball. Minutes later he brought back a soccer ball and dropped it into her lap. "Alright I get the idea." She took the ball and kicked it across the grass.
Remembering what happened to Roman. Machelle realized this was a bad idea.
When El Torrito brought it back to her he came running at her. Seeing the dog lunging from inside the house, Dean ran outside and jumped in front of Machelle, preparing himself to take one for the team. The big dog barrelled over him, knocking him to the ground. Thinking it was fun, El Torrito started licking Dean's face and sat on his chest as he had done to Roman a couple days earlier. When he was convinced Dean's face was cleaned to his satisfaction, he got up and started wagging his tail, bending down with his chest to the ground and his back end in the air, trying to get him to play. Now it was a game for the dog.
Every time Dean tried to get up, the big dog knocked him down swinging his butt and hitting his leg. Machelle was laughing so hard tears were falling down her cheeks. She tried to help Dean up, but wasn't doing too well as El Torrito was in the way, knocking him down every time. Of course it didn't help that Machelle and Dean were laughing which made the dog do it even more. It was like El Torrito knew that they all needed a good laugh.
Roman came out of the patio doors hearing the commotion. When he saw what was happening, he took his phone out from his back pocket and video taped the whole thing, thinking he would show it to Vince, Hunter, Stephanie, and anyone else he could think of to embarrass Dean. It seemed only fair since Dean had laughed at him when the dog had done the same thing to him.
Roman looked at his watch it was almost time for the Realtor to come. "Guys, it's 9:30 we should get ready for Mr. Sullivan," he called out.
"Coming!" Machelle and Dean both called out.
El Torrito, seeing Roman went running towards him hoping to play with him too. Roman saw him coming and closed the patio door "Huh, you are not doing that to me again you little bugger," he said, laughing through the glass.
Machelle was laughing as she walked into the house. When Dean came through, mere seconds later, he accused roman of being chicken, asking if he was scared of a "li'l old dog?" Roman's response was to glare at Dean. When Dean responded by giving Roman the one-finger salute, Roman retaliated by throwing a bag of M&M's at him.
Machelle watched the scene before her, shook her head and went upstairs.
When she came down, twenty minutes later, Machelle went into the pantry and started taking out items and putting them on the kitchen counter. By the time Dean came into the kitchen, she had the flour, baking powder and some vegetable oil out. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, watching her curiously.
"Getting ready for your next cooking lesson," she said, "or do you think we should wait until after Mr. Sullivan leaves?"
"Nope." He grabbed an apron from the pantry. When Roman came into the kitchen, he tossed one to him, too.
"What are we going to make?" Roman asked, as he and Dean put their aprons on.
"Pancakes," she said, "They're my favourite." She gave the boys explicit instructions, but allowed them to do all the work and soon they were sitting down to a nice, pancake breakfast.
When breakfast was over, the three set about cleaning up the kitchen. Just as the last dish was loaded in the dishwasher and counters wiped down, the doorbell rang. Machelle went to the door and opened it. It was Mr. Sullivan, the real estate agent, and a younger man George who was going to take photos of the house. After asking Tom what pictures he wanted, George was off With Roman following him. Machelle led Tom to the kitchen to talk. Tom told her that he had two agents that had clients that were interested in the house and wanted to see it in three day. At first Machelle was alarmed, thinking she had a lot of work to do and Dean and Roman were not going to be there to help but then calmed herself down and agreed.
After the Realtor left, Machelle went to the kitchen, Roman right on her heels. He knew something had her upset and wanted to know what it was but, knew as soon as she went to the drawer.
She grabbed the phone book and looked up a maid service. She called one and made an appointment for Tuesday morning not caring how much it would cost. The lady on the other end wanted to know details like how many rooms she needed cleaned. Machelle told her what she wanted, and the women on the other end said she would send four people.
Dean came into the house and seeing Machelle on the phone, mouthed to Roman, "What's up?" Roman motioned him outside and filed him in. Dean notified him that he had just gotten a call from Hunter on his cell phone, Hunter wanted to see them later that afternoon.
They went inside and told Machelle, asking her if she wanted to come, to which she declined saying she was going for a nap. The house was clean on the surface, but Machelle knew it would bug her if there were dust bunnies under one of the beds when the agents and their clients came to look.
It was now three o'clock and Dean and Roman had to get ready for their meeting. When the guys went to go get ready, Machelle and El Torrito followed the guys upstairs and they went to her room. Before they left they went in to check on her, she was out like a light. Dean again took a picture and they left her room.
Once at head office Dean and Roman told Hunter and Vince that Machelle was selling the house and moving to Florida. Hunter thought that was a good idea. She needed to move on and start a new life. Vince told Dean and Roman to tell her if she didn't like it at McKeana Inc. that she always had a spot at WWE at the Tampa office. He was feeling very guilty that she had gotten hurt on his watch.
Hunter told them that Vince had arranged for his private plane to take them to all the shows while Machelle was still healing. He gave them a complete itinerary of where they would be going, what hotels they would be staying at, and other details they would need. After that, they discussed some things about the shows they would be in, what other wrestlers they would be working with and the story lines they would be involved in.
Their flight didn't leave until nine the next morning and since it was only six pm. when they left headquarters, Roman and Dean decided to pick up a pizza on their way home.
When they returned, Machelle was in the living room watching 'Murder She Wrote.' Dean brought the pizza into the living room, while Roman gathered up what they would need for the pizza, as well as drinks.
"We can change the channel if you want," she said looking at the two guys. "I just couldn't find anything worth watching."
"No, this is good. Besides it just started and I like this show. It's kind of weird how she's is always there to solve a murder every time." Dean observed.
"Yeah, and she is always helping the cops and even solves it before they do." Roman added.
"Jamie and I used to watch it all the time. Now it's just a tradition for me to watch when I can't find anything on," Machelle said smiling wistfully at the memories.
"Then we'll keep the tradition going," Dean declared, grabbing the remote. He went into the DVR menu and set it up to record the show. "Now we can all watch it when Roman and I are not on the road." Looking pleased with himself, Dean stuffed a peice of pizza into his mouth, and leaned back on the couch to relax.
When the show was over, Dean and Roman asked Machelle if they could talk.
"Okay, what's up?" Machelle asked after grabbing the converter for the TV and turning it off.
"We just wanted to let you know, we told Vince and Hunter you were selling and moving to Florida," Dean said.
"Both of them think it's a great idea," Roman said. "Hunter wanted you to know that if you didn't like it at McKeana Inc. that you always have a job at WWE. Hunter said Vince feels guilty that he didn't keep you safe."
"Oh my God, No!" Machelle said, shaking her head. "I don't blame him for what happened, not at all! I came here to get Jamie's killer and make things right and I think I did a pretty good job doing that. Yes, I got hurt and I didn't expect that but, shit happens. I think he is being too hard on himself. " She paused, biting her lip, then asked, "What do you think I can do to make it up to him?"
An evil grin spread over Dean's face. Roman just smiled knowing what he was trying to do.
"You are such a pervert!" Machelle smacked Dean in the arm.
"Oww! What? I was going to say come work for WWE!" he protested, laughing. Roman joined in when he saw Machelle was smiling.
"Some how I don't believe you," Machelle said, "Jamie warned me about your sense of humour, that you have a dirty mind and are proud of it."
"Hey, it's not like I would say anything bad if I didn't know you. Besides, a dirty mind is horrible thing to waste," he said with a smirk. The three of them laughed as Dean made faces at Machelle and Roman.
El Torrito got up from his spot and came over to the trio wanting to be apart of the fun. He then got up on the couch and walked in front of every one and tried to sit across each person's lap. They all laughed when he fell off the couch. The trio decided to sit on the floor so he could be part of the group.
The next morning Machelle got up and made coffee as she was waiting on the guys to get ready to leave. Roman was the first to come into the kitchen.
"Are you going to be okay while we are gone?" he asked.
"I will be fine, now that there is no one out there trying to kill me," she said, "I have everything under control. The maid service will be here in the morning to help clean and I'm going to see if the movers can come Tuesday to help pack some of the things I'm taking and move them to the garage."
"Just don't do too much, you don't need to hurt you shoulder and worse than it is. Dean and I can help when we get back, you know." Roman said.
"That's why I'm hiring people to do it for me. The name is Tucker not Sucker," she said smiling, "besides, you guys will be tired when you get back."
"We'll have a whole week to recuperate, so don't worry about me. Roman, on the other hand, needs his sleep or he's a Grumpy Bear," Dean said as he came into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee Machelle had poured for him.
"I'm never grumpy, Dean," Roman argued, "Except maybe that one time you and Jamie kept me up all night with the screaming and fighting over that dam video game! I had a pretty good reason to be in a bad mood."
"Okay, if you call throwing an air conditioner at our heads, you not being a grumpy bear then what is?" Dean asked, knowing he was getting on the big mans nerves. He winked to Machelle when Roman wasn't looking.
"It wasn't a freaking air conditioner. It was my pillow. If Jamie and I had did it to you. You would have been in a bad mood to." Roman said trying to make his point clear on what had happened. "I bet Machelle would have killed you two guys too, Right?" he asked, looking at Machelle.
"I don't think you would be alive right now if I was there." Machelle said laughing at the differences in the story between the two men, "I like my sleep too much."
Dean was going to say something when they heard a car pull up. Dean went to look out the front window. Seeing it was Jack the driver and Hunter. He went to the door and opened it and stepped outside. "What are you doing here Hunter?" Dean asked.
"Well, I figured Machelle would need help while you two are gone, so I recruited some help. Jack was going this way to get to the airport when I hitched a ride as he was going this way anyway." Hunter said.
Dean looked around confused seeing no other people with him. Before he could say anything, Hunter laughed. "Stephanie, Linda, and others from the office will be here in an hour, smarty pants."
"I didn't say a word, Boss," Dean said sarcastically.
"You didn't have to, it was the look on your face that gave it away," Hunter said, laughing. "Jack will take you guys to the airport. He was going by here anyway so I hitched a ride."
Dean opened the door and led Hunter and Jack into the house and to the kitchen.
Hunter gave Machelle a hug. "I hope you have more coffee, Machelle."
"Of course I do, if not I can make more," Machelle said. She got two cups out of the cupboard and poured the two men some coffee.
"We heard you needed help packing so I got some people coming to help," Hunter explained. "Stephanie, Linda, and about twenty other people will be coming, so I'd suggest you make another pot of coffee."
"Thank you, but you didn't have to!" Machelle protested. "I have it all under control."
"I know the guys told me but, this is what friends are for. Besides it's not like you can do a lot of packing or moving." He said motioning to her shoulder.
Machelle smiled and nodded. "Okay, I hear you."
When they were done their coffee Dean and Roman got their things together. Jack grabbed their bags and took them to the car. Dean and Roman said their good byes and hugged Machelle knowing she was in good hands. Machelle and Hunter waved to them as they drove off.
They walked back to the kitchen. As they were waiting on the others to show up Machelle made more coffee while Hunter sat down on the stool.
"So, are you going to keep some things or sell them?" Hunter asked, trying to figure out the plan of attack before the others got there.
"I'm going to donate some of the bedroom furniture. Dean and Roman said the other house is furnished, so I don't think I'm taking a lot from here. I would like to see if Mr. Horton would like the couch, lazy boy chair, maybe even one of the beds and a dresser," Machelle said. "I mean, he did help Jamie with El Torrito. He's a very nice man."
Hunter nodded then got up and poured himself another coffee. Machelle grabbed a pen and paper to write down some of the things she wanted to do. When Hunter was finished getting his coffee he took over the pen and paper from Machelle, seeing she was having trouble holding and writing at the same time.
"I am waiting for a call from the youth centre," Machelle said, "Dean, Roman and I went there the other day to ask them if they knew of anyone that needed furniture or clothes. I am donating the gym equipment to them but, Dean and Roman said they wanted to help there. So, I guess for the packing part we should start upstairs then make our way down. Except for the bedrooms Dean, Roman, and I are using. They are on the left side as you head up the stairs."
"Okay, now at least we have a plan of attack," Hunter said, looking pleased. The sentence was barely out of his mouth when they both heard a car coming into the driveway. "I think the help is here."
Hunter got off the stool and walked to the front door. Opening it, he saw some of the guys that worked at the office standing on the stoop holding boxes. Hunter told them to put the boxes up stairs on the right and then come to the kitchen for coffee. Machelle decided to use this time to go next door and talk to Mr. Horton.
Five minutes later Machelle returned with Mr. Horton right behind her. She led him up stairs and into the three rooms and let him pick. He had said "Yes" to the bed and dresser as his were old and falling apart. Then they went to the living room. Mr. Horton said he would take the couch and chair. Machelle insisted he take the 60' TV from the Media room as well, and a smaller one for his bedroom. They went into the kitchen where she offered him a coffee.
After his coffee, some of the guys Hunter had recruited went over with Mr. Horton to take his old furniture out to make room for the new ones. They put the old ones in the driveway to take to the dump later. As they were finishing taking his bed and dresser out, one of the guys vacuumed the floor and another two put the new things in. They did that until Mr. Horton had all the new things Machelle had given him. He was a very happy man. He wanted her to take some money for the new things but, Machelle told him it was in trade for helping her with El Torrito and all the times he looked after him. He insisted on helping to pack after that.
Machelle wouldn't have it but, he insisted. So she got him packing the kitchen.
Then the other guys went upstairs to put the other things in a u haul truck. Machelle said that if they wanted or needed anything to pick what they wanted.
Hunter taking it upon himself ordered Pizza for lunch for all of them. Machelle insisted she would pay and when the pizza came she ran out to try and pay before Hunter did. They had a friendly argument and when Hunter went to take the pizza in the house Machelle paid the man, sticking her tongue out at Hunter.
By the time Stephanie and her mom Linda showed up, the guys had almost finished packing the upstairs and were going outside to deal with the pool house. El Torrito had better ideas, as he knew these guys and decided that it was play time instead.
Hunter was the first one to go down. He slipped on the wet grass and fell to the ground as they played soccer, El Torrito's favourite sport. The other guys tried to help him up, but the dog kept knocking him down, taking the others down with him, same as he had done with Dean and Roman.
Linda, Stephanie, Mr. Horton and Machelle were laughing hysterically, while Stephanie filmed the scene on her phone. She was going to send it to Dean and Roman.
Vince came over to see if they were doing okay, when he heard the laughter and came outside. Linda went over to him telling him that they were almost finished and to fill him in on what had been done through the day. Even Vince had to laugh at the sight in front of him, as the dog was bounding around the yard with a ball in his mouth, all the men chasing after him.
After the fun, the men got back to work on the pool house. The nurse arrived and Machelle had her bandages changed and her injuries attended.
Linda and Stephanie went in after she was changed. Linda was in tears as she walked in and saw the huge bruise on her back and forearm. Machelle trying to console her, saying that it looked worse than it really was.
After Linda got herself back together and the three went down stairs again.