Author's Note: Here's another update since I haven't done this in a while. I'm slowly getting back into my Kaitmus groove. *hugs* Hope you guys are enjoying these.

Puzzle Box~

The time was somewhere close to around three in the morning, Sheamus however, was unable to pinpoint the exact time when she knocked on his hotel room door. He did know, though, that it woke him up from a good dream. Throwing the blankets off him, he stumbled out of the bed, wearing nothing but boxers, and went to answer the door. It was dark too, so he flipped on the lights before pulling the door open. And what he saw was a sight for sore eyes.

"Sorry for waking you up... I, uh... I just need..." She couldn't even finish her sentence, that's how much of a hot blubbering mess she was. Kaitlyn was never the type to show weakness like this, but here she was, hair all disheveled, and her make up was a mess, knocking at Sheamus' door at damn near three in the morning.

Sheamus had to wipe the sleep out of his eyes just to make sure that this wasn't a dream, because it damn near felt like one. "Are you okay?" He asked sleepily, opening the door just enough so she could squeeze in. They had been dating for a few weeks now, but nothing serious, that's why she came to his room in the first place.

She merely shook her head, "My head hurts..."

He wasn't going to ask her what was wrong, the Irishman knew better than that. He knew to leave it be, and that she would talk about it when she was ready to talk about it. You don't just pry at a lady's feelings; that was something he learned such a long time ago. "Uh..." He wasn't good with situations like this. "Just go lie down, lass. I'll get you some aspirin." He hurried and flipped the lights back off, and watched Kaitlyn crawl into his bed. After that, he ran to the bathroom to get her a small glass of water, and a few pills for her headache.

"Thank you." She barely managed to get out as she took the pills. "Can you just?" She didn't even have to finish her sentence.

"Yeah, okay." Sheamus nodded, and crawled into the bed beside her. She clung to him, like he was going to disappear in any given moment, but he didn't mind, not one single bit. Maybe she had a bad dream? That was the only logical thing Sheamus could think of, but he couldn't be too sure. Kaitlyn was something of a puzzle box to him, and he wouldn't question it, not unless she wanted him to.