She swallowed hard as she saw Roman, Seth and Dean walk towards her. Dean had just had a spot out in the ring where he had to fake an elbow injury. Everyone knew the injury might be real but so far they had to play it up this way until everyone knew for real.

Roman's eyes found hers straight away and he was surprised to see she was standing behind the camera. So far he only throught Brock had taken her with him on the road for selfish reasons but apparently she was there to work. He stepped aside as someone shouted they were on in 5 seconds.

Dean sat down with a doctor while Seth stood near by. Samoa Joe, Cesaro and Sheamus came crashing out, beating the two men up fast. The segment ended with Samoa Joe crushing Dean's elbow in an open crate and the doctor calling out that they needed help.

"And cut!" Someone said.

Seth and Dean got back up. There was an eerie feeling hanging in the air since everyone knew Dean was about to fly to a hospital to get the elbow checked out for real to see if something was wrong.

"What happened to your face?" Dean suddenly stood next to her.
"I tripped over my bag this morning and hit the window shelf," she answered.
"Oh, you're Gemma. I heard about you," he looked at Roman and smirked. "Big dog was right. You're pretty."
"Dean!" Roman chuckled.

Dean whistled as he walked away. Everyone knew he had to be scared somewhere with everything about to happen but as always he didn't show it. Seth gave both of them a smile and walked out of there too.

"So you're actually working here?" Roman asked.
"For a while," she answered.
"How long?" He asked.
"Until Wrestlemania. I'm filling in for someone who's out for a longer time," she answered.
"So I'll be seeing you a lot?" He lit up into a smile. "Now there's some good news on a bad day."

She gave him a smile back and there was that sparkle in her eyes again. For some reason he knew not everyone got to see that sparkle, if even anyone besides him got to.

"Care to join me for a glass of water in catering?" He asked.
"I can't. Brock is in Vince's office to figure out what's gonna happen at Wrestlemania," she answered.
"I can tell you that," he smirked.
"I already know you're involved. They're just going over some smaller details," she said.
"Like what he wants as a bonus for actually showing up?" He asked.

He wasn't sure how he had expected her to react but she let out a laugh and covered her mouth with her hand as she tried to keep it within.

"What was that?" He teased. "Did I just hear you laugh?"
"No," she giggled.
"I did, pretty girl, and just like everything else when it comes to you, it sounded pretty," he said.

She looked down to hide her blush and was saved when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out to read the text that had just come through.

"Shit!" She looked up at him. "How do I get a cab around here?"
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Brock and Vince decided to go out so I need to find my own way to the airport. I'm flying in for SmackDown tomorrow," she answered.
"I'll take you," he said.
"No, Roman, I couldn't ask you to do that," she said.
"You're not asking. I'm offering. I'm on my way there myself to go home so it's not like it's a detour or anything," he said.
"Okay, I just need to get my bag from the bus and we can go," she said.

She walked towards the door but stopped and turned around while biting her lip.

"Don't worry, no one needs to know," he assured her.

She nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Roman didn't go around telling everyone he had given her a ride, she should be safe. Brock would never find out. They walked out of the arena to the parking lot. He pointed at his car before walking over to it. He leaned up against it and watched as she unlocked Brock's bus and shortly after came out with a bag.

"That's all you got?" He asked.
"I'm going home right after SmackDown," she answered.
"Right, no camera crew needed for house shows," he said.
"Actually, there is. They always film just in case it needs to go on social medias. You know that. You often talk to the cameras on house shows," she said.

He smiled at her while they both got into the car.

"Are you telling me that you'll be one of the people filming at the house shows?" He asked.
"Are you gonna smile for me this Friday?" She asked.
"I'll be fucking grinning at you if you're behind that camera," he answered. "So why are you going to SmackDown tomorrow?"
"That is just a one time deal. Shane is like Vince. He wants to meet every new crew member since we're bound to run into each other at PPVs. And one of their camera men is home getting a wisdom tooth pulled so I can fill in for him," she said.
"But you're on RAW for good?" He asked.
"Yeah," she smiled.
"Good. I can get used to seeing your pretty face around," he said.

He started the engine and shortly after they were driving towards the airport.

"How old are you, Gemma?" He asked.
"25," she answered.
"Wow, there's a huge age gap between you and Brock then," he said.
"15 years," she said.
"So the pretty genes saved themselves for last," he smirked.

She giggled lightly and looked at him. He gave her a quick look and a smile before focusing on the road again.

"I take after my mom. Brock and I only have the same dad. He's my half brother," she said.
"All I'm saying, pretty girl, is that you're damn lucky you don't look like him," he said.
"I know," she laughed.
"So where do you live?" He asked.
"With Brock," she answered.
"In Canada?" He asked.
"Yeah, in his house with his family," she answered.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because he asked me to," she answered.
"Asked you to? Or told you to?" He asked.

She shrugged and looked out of the window while she turned dead quiet. He reached over and gave her hand a little squeeze.

"You're 25. You don't have to do what he tells you to," he said.
"Are we there yet?" She asked.

He sighed and nodded. She clearly didn't wanna continue that conversation.

"Yeah, five minutes away," he answered.
"Good," she muttered.

She was quiet the remaining five minutes and he had no idea what to say to try and make the mood light again. He turned into the parking lot where he had to turn over the rental car before parking and getting out to get their bags in the trunk.

"Thank you," she said.
"Anytime," he said and smiled. "I just need to go hand in the keys and then we can go in together."
"I gotta run. Don't wanna miss my flight," she said.

She turned on the heel and disappeared towards the entrance to the airport before he could stop her. He let her walk. He knew he had to be careful when it came to pressuring her. He would figure out everything in time and he now knew he had her all the way to Wrestlemania. And better yet, Brock wouldn't be around for all the house shows and most of the RAW shows. That part timing, lazy son of a bitch couldn't find it in himself to get off his ass and work as hard as everyone else which meant he wouldn't be around to keep an eye on his sister either.

He could only hope that whatever hold Brock had on her didn't reach her when she was alone. He had seen the other side, just a small part of it, both in the arena and in the car. He knew he could get through her barriers. And not only could. He would get through them.