Chapter 8

The door stared her in the face as Grace took a deep breath, bringing her hand up and knocking on it, watching as it opened. She was in an Austin 3:16 t-shirt with blue jeans, her hair down, her shoulders squared, white Skechers on her feet. "Is my father here?" She asked Bradshaw promptly, raising an eyebrow when he just grunted, smiling when her father came into view. "Hi dad." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Listen, I have to get going to Larry, but I wanted to ask you a quick question." She was completely ignoring the Ministry, her eyes only on Paul.

Nudging Bradshaw back, Paul returned the hug. "What is it, Grace?" He asked, holding her at arms length.

Even though he was in conversation with Mideon and Viscera regarding their upcoming tag team match, he was still listening. He hadn't missed Grace's attire and inwardly smirked. He could see her in nothing, but one of his t-shirts, her face flushed, squirming as he…the thoughts trailed off.

"I was wondering when your next day off is. I want to spend a day with just you, nobody else, a father/daughter type of deal. It's been ages since we talked and I know we have a lot of catching up to do." Her amber eyes were pleading with him, hoping he accepted the offer. Steve had given her a wonderful idea, after the t-shirt as a gift, to take Paul out for dinner and the horse races. Grace remembered how much her father loved horse racing considering he would go whenever he was off the road when she was little. "I was thinking some dinner and horse racing." She suggested when he asked, watching his eyes light up with a grin on her face. "What do you say, dad? Just you and me, some real quality time together."

Paul started to open his mouth only to be interrupted.

"You have tomorrow off, Paul."

Since when? Not wanting to consider what the catch was, Paul just nodded and smiled at his daughter. "Is tomorrow alright, Grace?"

Her eyes lit up like stars and she nodded, hugging her father around the neck tightly before pulling back and kissed his forehead. "I'll make the reservations." She slowly looked up at the Undertaker, knowing it was him who was giving her father the day off. "Thank you." She said quietly before moving her eyes back to her father. "Okay I really have to go! I'll call you tonight with the final arrangements. Love you!" She kissed his cheek before jetting down the hallway, her hair flying behind her.

"What's the catch?" Paul sighed, turning to face the Undertaker. "Since when do I have a day off?"

"Since I discovered what a gorgeous daughter you have."

Paul paled at that.

Grace nodded and went through the motions with Larry, even though she knew what she was doing...for the most part. She wanted some real life experience though and got it when Andrew –who was known to the wrestling world as Test- came stumbling in, his forehead busted open along with Albert's. She blinked and seen Larry give her a nod before snapping on some gloves, knowing suturing was apart of the job description. She didn't mind it and laid Andrew back before cleaning the wound, a sympathetic smile on her face. She was going to like this job; she just had a feeling, and decided if Vince wanted to keep her permanently, she was going to stay.

"Don't forget to numb it." Larry reminded, studying Albert with a frown. "What the hell did you hit?"

"Drew's head."

Andrew snorted, smiling up at Grace. "Better check for stray hairs in my cut, that man is a wildebeest."

Grace giggled softly and nodded, having numbed it with the needle like she was taught and dabbed the wound when it bled a little more. "Hmm nope, I don't see any." She winked when he chuckled, taking a deep breath.

"Don't be so nervous, honey. You're doing fine." Albert said with a smile, groaning when Larry began the suturing process.

"I'm going to do some sutures, Andrew, ready?" She nodded when he gave her the okay and began.

"You just worry about what I'm going to do to you." Larry said with a grin, watching Albert wince. "Boy, you got all them freaky piercings and your flinching over being sewn up?"

"The piercings don't last over a second. In and you're done."

"Crybaby."

She couldn't stop giggling when Andrew added fuel to the fire, finishing the suturing job before Larry, and put a bandage over it. "You're going to want to change that every four hours and you have a minor concussion." She informed him professionally, taking her gloves off, and seen Larry was finishing up with Albert, smiling. She made great time and knew Larry would be impressed. Hell, she knew she was.

"I always have a concussion." Andrew grumbled good-naturedly, glancing over at Albert. "Aren't you done yet?"

"He won't stop scrunching his damn forehead."

"You're making me nervous!"

"Your head is numb Albert; you do this every time you need stitched up. Now knock it off or I'll sew your ass cheeks together."

Grace completely lost it and started laughing her ass off along with Andrew. She'd been working here for two weeks now and immediately hit it off with Andrew. He was a fun guy to be around and so was his partner, though she didn't care too much for the piercings. Currently she was trying to breathe as Larry smirked at her, shaking her head before patting Andrew's shoulder.

"Stop colliding heads and you'll be fine." She said in between giggles.

"Tell that to the hairball, he's the one who can't seem to ace his dives."

"It's not my fault you were in my landing space!"

"You're supposed to aim for the opponent, not your partner."

"You know, you two remind me of a married couple. What kind of PARTNER we talking about?"

"You two aren't..."

"HELL NO!"

Grace raised a playful eyebrow, her arms crossed. "You sure?"

"Honey, even if I liked dick, which I DON'T, I can do a lot better than Drew."

Grace laughed harder when Andrew literally face palmed.

"Oh yes, you could. I can see you with Viscera." Larry commented innocently. "Blue eyes and a blonde."

"His eyes are white."

"So you've seen them up close and personal?"

Albert shut up.

"Wait- isn't Viscera apart of the Ministry?"

"Yeah, which is why I wouldn't-"

"HA! You admit it!"

Albert stormed out of Larry's office.

Grace was laughing too hard and was afraid her sides were going to split as Andrew went to push his partner's buttons some more.

Larry shook his head, pulling off his gloves and throwing them away before going to wash his hands, glancing back over his shoulder at her. "If you ever get stuck with Al, he's the biggest crybaby in the company. He's also a complete teddy bear both in personality and looks. You'll get used to him."

"They seem really nice-" Grace was cut off when the door flew open and none other than the Undertaker stumbled in, blood rushing down his face. Her amber eyes widened as Larry caught Steve, both of them with crimson masks. Larry told her to grab Undertaker and Grace frowned, not liking that, but knew she had no choice as she guided the man to the bedding by the arm. Larry was treating Steve, threatening them not to fight in his office. She was shocked at his assertiveness and Grace swallowed hard, staring down into those acid green eyes before snapping on a pair of gloves. The fates were being cruel to her as she glanced over at Steve, worry in her eyes. "Are you alright?" She asked Steve softly while wiping the blood from Undertaker's head.

"Not yet." Steve snarled, ready to continue the attack, but Larry held a syringe up between his eyes, causing them to cross. "You ain't stickin' that thing in my head!"

"Quiet Steve and mind your manners."

'Taker was of the same mind as Steve, ready to attack, but froze when he felt Grace tending to him, staring down at her out of startled green eyes.

Grace didn't even want to know what happened as she cleaned Undertaker's face off, her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. She then injected the numbing solution in the wound, not believing how deep the gash was. "Larry, can you hand me some more sutures?" She asked softly, smiling at him, and finished dabbing the wound with peroxide to keep it from getting infected. "Okay try to relax." She quietly said to Undertaker, trying not to meet his eyes, but she couldn't help doing it. The color of them both startled and intrigued her for some ungodly reason. Suddenly, a flashback happened that was not even two seconds long, causing her to freeze, the needle with the sutures resting over his forehead. She shook herself, blinking, and began the process.

Two seconds or not he was a very observant man and hadn't missed it. His face was a mask of stone while she worked, obviously used to being patched up. His eyes never left her face however, studying her thoughtfully. Considering she hadn't bothered to mask her distaste for him, he was mildly surprised that she hadn't asked to treat Austin. He hoped that son of a bitch's head got infected.

"What the hell did he get you with this time?"

"A table."

The entire time she sewed him up, all Grace could think about was all this man had done to her. Breaking into her hotel room, though for the past two weeks, he hadn't touched or bothered her. She was grateful for that. Though she wondered how long it would last. Then he had been...nice...and allowed her father the day off tomorrow for their father/daughter outing she already had planned. It was almost as if this man knew what her moves were going to be before they happened and that unnerved her. Grace was professional though and didn't tremble; sighing when she realized the wound was too deep for sutures.

"Larry, I'm going to need to do staples, this wound is too deep." She watched him nod and pulled the needle out of Undertaker's forehead. "This is going to hurt, even with the numbing serum." She informed him softly.

'Taker snorted, looking like he just might roll his eyes. "Considering how I got the wound, I doubt staples are going to faze me."

"Staple his fuckin' mouth shut."

"I'm going to staple you two together and see if you can't play nice."

"Hell no."

"I'd kill him."

"Enough." Grace ordered, staring at Steve pleadingly before turning to her current patient. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner you two can go back to beating the hell out of each other. But until then, you're under OUR care. Now shut up and let us do our jobs so you can go back to doing yours."

Both men just stared at her in shock, including Larry, and Grace just smiled before beginning the process with the stapling. She had a feeling whatever Steve hit Undertaker with was a lot worse than what Undertaker did. He did have more blood and his wound was deeper. She sighed and shook her head, dabbing the blood away.

His nostrils flared impatiently, eyes straying to Austin who was watching them out of narrowed blues, fighting back a smirk. "You smell delicious." He said quietly, seeing her eyes narrow.

"Steve, this doesn't work so well when you're frowning. Come on, straighten out the brow."

Grace sighed and smiled over at Steve, winking to let him know everything was fine. "Tonight dinner?" She asked, seeing his blue eyes light up, and giggled when Larry told him to stop flirting. She wasn't going to let Undertaker get to her and had been taking self-defense courses along with Steve's one on one sessions. She seen the disdain in Undertaker's green eyes and kept stapling, closing the wound with her fingers, pinching it before adding another one, like she was trained.

"Fridays?" He suggested with a grin, knowing that was her favorite place and had to wipe the grin off his face when Larry rapped his skull. "Don't be touchin' the dome, you know I hate that."

"Hence the reason I do that, no smiling."

He just stared at her, behind the blank green eyes, his mind already at work.

"You remembered." Grace laughed, her eyes shining with happiness back at Steve while she finished stapling Undertaker's head. She then spread solution over it to keep infection out before putting on a white bandage, nodding. "You probably already know this, but I'm going to tell you anyway. You have a major concussion and you're going to need to take it easy, which I know you won't. You're done." She took her gloves off and threw them away before going to wash her hands, her hair pulled back in a low ponytail to keep it out of her face.

"You'd be done too if you'd stop grinning." Larry chastised.

"Well, I- SON OF BITCH!" Steve yelled, the Undertaker's fist having flown right into his forehead, needle and all.

"'TAKER GET OUT! SECURITY!"

Snorting, he slipped out of the room.