So, I know that The Shield has disbanded, but I just couldn't help myself.

Chapter 2:

Brenna's eyes stayed glued to the television as she watched her charges amidst the chaos in the ring. She needed to keep tab on any movement, fall or hit that could mean trouble for them. That was her excuse anyway. Truthfully, she had been a fan of the sport for so long that she wouldn't dare miss the action anyway. She found it exhilarating—all movement and brute force, but with a gracefulness about it.

She trained her eyes carefully as she noticed all three men taking a beating with various metal objects by Evolution. Her first day and it looked as though she would have her hands full with all three of her charges.

The bell signaled the end of the match and, subsequently, the end of RAW. She was unsure what to expect as she waited for their return. She wasn't left waiting for long as three disgruntled and weary men bounded into the room with as much force as their pained bodies would allow.

Brenna decided to wait to approach any of them to check them out until after they had cooled off and showered. Neither of them spoke to her anyway. After they'd showered and changed Seth, as curtly as possible, finally broke the silence, "Look, we're pretty beat up, but wait until we get to the room at the hotel before you start poking and prodding us. It's been a real shitty night."

Brenna simply nodded and followed them to the rental car. She never said a word.

Brenna was not surprised that she would be rooming with the men. She did not, however, expect for only 2 queen sized beds to be at their disposal. She was going to have to share with someone; she just didn't know how to broach the subject. Instead the set her luggage against the far wall closest to the window and threw herself into her work.

Roman came to her first. "My neck feels like shit—like there's a kink in it. Is that the kind of thing we come to you for or just like serious stuff?" He seemed unsure.

"Yeah, I can help with that. Have a seat and relax you muscles as much as possible. This is going to be slightly uncomfortable, but it will be totally worth it."

Brenna set about rolling her fingers into the tight, tensed area of his neck, near the base at his right shoulder. He grunted only slightly as she worked the muscle loose. He had to admit, it did feel worlds better after she was done. Roman smiled at her, "Thanks, firecracker."

"Anytime, Rome. That's what I'm here for." She patted his shoulder before he stood to go to the restroom to change.

Seth was next inline. "Aside from a headache, I'm fine. I took an elbow to the face from Orton. I'm pretty sure it's not a concussion."

Bren grabbed her pen light and checked his pupils. She ran through the symptoms of a concussion with him and determined he was right. "You're just gonna deal with a headache, but I've got some mild pain killers that should dull it so you can sleep. Take one tonight and one in the morning if needed. If the pin consists, we'll get a scan done," she stated as she dropped the two small white pills in his hand.

Seth made his way to the mini-bar for a bottle of water and took one of the pills immediately before laying down in the opposite bed.

Dean was a stubborn ass, but he was in pain. His entire back ached as a result of the many moves he'd endured that night. As much as he didn't want to deal with Brenna, he needed it. "Look I don't like you any more than you like me, and I will still make this job difficult for you," he smirked, "but my back hurts like fuck and I can't sleep like this."

Brenna quirked an eyebrow at him, "I never said I didn't like you, I'm just not gonna take your shit. Take off your shirt and lay down face first."

He did as he was told. "You just trying to cop a feel?" He smirked again.

Brenna never missed a beat, "If I was gonna cop a feel out of anyone in this room, it would be the exotic-looking, giant Samoan God lying on the other bed. Lay still and shut up so I can work."

Roman chuckled at the interaction. "Baby girl, if my fiancé wouldn't kick both our asses, I would gladly let you cop a feel."

Brenna laughed before she started rolling her knuckles across Dean's back, locating multiple points of tension. She lost herself in her work, mentally stepping away from the tension between her and sexy asshole lying before her. She kneaded and rubbed while Dean fought the urge to moan. Apparently the spitfire had magical hands. Finally unable to hold back any longer, he spoke, "Shit, woman. I think my back may start to bother me every day if this is the treatment I get."

Bren rolled her eyes as she finished and stood from the bed. "You should be good to go. Take it easy tomorrow though. There are some muscles in your back that need a rest before you fuck them up royally."

He simply nodded before moving to get under the covers of the bed. That's when she noticed the only empty spot was next to Dean. "How the hell do I get stuck sleeping with you?"

Dean smirked, "Roman's a cuddler, so I don't share with him unless I absolutely have to. Seth is a kicker. Enough said about that. Plus they both have fiancés that wouldn't appreciate them sharing a bed with another woman. Therefore, you get me, sweet cheeks."

Brenna crossed her arms, "Sweet cheeks? Really?"

"Your ass looks might sweet in those shorts. Just saying."

Brenna sighed heavily before taking her spot in the bed. She was in for the ride of her life.