Notes: Thanks to Jules for pointing out that I forgot a couple of people in Roman's apartment.

Joey just knew that Roman was going to kill him when he found out he had dropped Ambrose off at the airport. He truly thought Ambrose had lost his mind but his reasoning actually made sense. He parked his car and started to walk through the parking lot. As he walked through the parking lot he saw Roman's car. He wasn't happy about that. He had been hoping for more time to come up with an excuse for where Ambrose was.

"Hello Joey," a voice greeted as he walked into the Performance Center. His blood ran cold when he realized who it was.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath before saying, "hello Vince." He started to walk further into the building when he got a phone call. He went into a quiet area to answer his phone.

"Hello?"

"Did he get to Los Angeles okay?" Punk asked. Last time he had talked to Punk was when he picked up Ambrose, Reigns, and Rollins at Roman's apartment. Punk and AJ had stayed behind at the apartment to deal with the Wyatts if they returned and had opted to stay at a motel over staying in Joey's overcrowded apartment that night.

"What are you talking about?" Joey asked. "He's in Connecticut."

"No," Punk said. "He called me earlier this morning asking if I knew anyone that could give him a ride from LAX. I gave him a phone number for a friend of mine. I tried to talk him out of it but he said he had a meeting in Los Angeles."

"With Vince right?"

"No with the lawyer."

Joey signed. Ambrose was certainly lying to everyone today. "I don't know haven't heard from him. Call me if you do." He said and hung up. Not only had Ambrose fooled Roman and Seth but he had fooled himself and Punk as well. He really didn't want to see Roman and Seth right now.

He went out to where the rings were and ran into Regal.

"Reigns is looking for you," Regal said.

"I figured," Joey said not moving to find the younger man. Regal gave him a funny look before he went back to whatever he was doing.

"Horrible thing that happened to Dean Ambrose's ankle," Regal said, "and they were worried about me working with him," he scoffed.

"Yeah well no one asked me if he was ready to get back into the ring."

"Where's Dean," Roman asked from behind him. Joey slowly turned around. "He didn't come in with you and Vince said he didn't have a meeting."

Joey weighed his options. Ambrose had asked him not to say anything but Ambrose had just lied to him. Well he wasn't going to lie for Ambrose. "We can't talk here." He said to Roman. They walked to a deserted area of the Performance Center. Joey looked around carefully before saying, "Los Angeles. He told me the meeting was actually in Connecticut and didn't want to worry you. I just got a phone call from someone asking me if he got to Los Angeles okay."

Roman glared at him. "Why did you drop him off at the airport?"

"Because I believed him when he said the meeting was in Connecticut and he didn't want to worry you. Vince said he was in Orlando for a short visit so I thought he had gone back."

Roman was so angry at the moment he wanted to punch something really hard. He wasn't sure who more at the moment. Bray, Ambrose, or Joey. He supposed he couldn't completely blame Joey but he was so angry right now. Angry at Bray for everything he had done so far and angry at Ambrose for pulling this stunt. He knew Ambrose didn't trust Seth but did he really need to fly across the country? He took his cellphone out and called Ambrose's phone and it went straight to voice mail.

"Call me as soon as you get this message," Roman said before hanging up.

"Where's Seth," Joey asked.

Roman sighed. "He refused to come here. I hated to leave him alone but I didn't want to leave Ambrose here with people like JBL and Bo Dallas. Too bad I didn't insist on riding with you." He said still glaring.

"I'm really sorry." Joey said. "We can only hope he knows what he's doing."

Ambrose hobbled outside of the airport his backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked around for his ride. This had to be the strangest ride idea but Punk said he could be trusted. He had called the number while waiting on the runway in Orlando and he had had said he'd pick him up.

A car pulled up. "Need a ride?"

Though they had never met, he had seen enough of his matches to know who he was.

"Christopher Daniels," he said sticking out his hand once Dean was in the car.

"Dean Ambrose," he said shaking his hand. "Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem," Daniels said pulling away from the curb. "Any friend of Punk's must be okay in my book. So where do you want to be dropped off at?"

"I'm not sure. A motel would be great until at I figure out where to go from here."

Daniels left the airport and drove for a bit. "You want to stay near the beach or somewhere out of the way?"

"Out of the way would be great."

"You've got it," Daniels said. They drove for another half hour before he pulled up to a small family owned motel.

"Thanks for the ride," Ambrose said as he got out of the car.

"No problem. Hey call me if you need anything." He said and drove away.

Ambrose hobbled into the motel and up to the front desk.

The person looked up with a smile. "Hello. How may I help you?" She asked.

"I need a room for two nights." He said.

"Well great! I can help you. How many guests?"

"Just one."

She handed him a piece of paper. Ambrose filled it out and handed it back to her. She entered it into the computer.

"Any vehicles?" She asked. He shook his head. She took the credit card. "Okay Mr. Good. I have you in room 106 for two days. I'd normally tell you about the pool but it doesn't look like you'll be using it. I hope you have a nice stay."

"Thanks," he said before hobbling to his room. He only planned to stay there until Monday and catch a flight to RAW. It was going to be along two days.

In Connecticut, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley was on the phone. "I'm hearing reports that Ambrose has left Florida. It seems you can't do a simple job," she said. "I'm taking you off of it and sending someone who can. You can do whatever you want with Rollins. I don't care." She hung up.

She had given Bray Wyatt enough chances but he just couldn't get the job done. Now it was time for plan B.