"Wha-what are you talking about?" Kaitlyn had never expected to see him at her door. He looked uneasy and that was never a good sign. "And what do you mean 'all of us'? It's just me here." She crossed her arms loosely and stared at him.

"I'm here to help you." He smirked at her.

"With what?" If he was referring to the Shield, they were the last people on WWE roster who needed help, with anything. Unless you counted Dean and Paige, because that that situation needed some sort of therapy.

He must have seen the thought on her face because he rolled his eyes, "Look, I don't have the time for this – you don't have time for this." He annunciated the word 'you' plainly dropping the hint that this wasn't about him, but instead it was for her. "Just take me to the rest to the Shield."

"I'm not-"

He cut her off, "It doesn't matter right now."

She hesitated for a moment before she subsequently relented, "Fine, but this better be good."

"You'll thank me later."

She stepped outside of her room and pulled the door shut, "Whatever Dolph." She felt as if she would regret this later but, if he was being serious about whatever was going on, then it was important. For whatever reason, she felt as if her former evil genius of an ex-friend had something to do with this. She kept stealing glances at him but every time it happened, she admonished herself. She hated Dolph. Yet, he still fascinated her.

They stopped at room 419 at the end of the hall and she hesitated, her hand hovered in front of the door, not confident in her next move. "I hope this isn't a waste of time."

Dolph yanked on his hoodie and looked around the room, "Just knock."

Ha, please. Kaitlyn smirked. She was positive that that was the first time he had ever uttered a please, ever.

But pulling herself together, she knocked.

Deep breath after deep breath had been inhaled and Paige still haven't opened the door. Kaitlyn was getting anxious. She raised her hand to open the door and just barge into the room, but then she realized that the door was locked and she didn't have a key. "Paige! Open the door! It's important!" I hope. She hoped she wasn't shooting herself in her own foot.

Suddenly, the door swung open, but it wasn't who she expected to see, "Dean?!" her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was sure that she could have been inhaling flies.

"Um, yeeeeeaaaah." He crossed his arms, "That's my name, don't wear it out." He scratched the back of his neck and then pointed to Dolph, "But uh, what is ramen noodles doing here?"

"Oh," Dolph laughed sarcastically, "I'm assuming that was for me… Really original Ambrose, nice."

Dean chuckled, "Would you have preferred me calling you Ziggy?" the two men continued to bicker and Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and pushed past Dean. She knocked on the door connecting to Seth and Roman's room and she hoped they would hurry. She quickly took a seat on the couch and prayed that no one got strangled.

"Where is Paige? Dolph wants to talks about something."

Dean shook his head, "This better be good or else Paige will crucify someone." He sat on the edge of the one armed couch and crossed his arms.

Soon enough, Seth walked in rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Roman emerged soon after and stood in the corner, leaning against the kitchen counter. Everyone assumed he would take his usual quiet stance and watch the chaos ensue. Seth groggily approached where she sat and plopped down onto the couch. "Good morning, Kait." Absentmindedly, he put his head on her knee and put his arm over his face.

Kaitlyn stared at him for a moment, taken aback. She didn't answer him and simply blinked but she couldn't help but looking up at Dean and Roman. Dean looked confused, but Roman… He didn't look happy.

She quickly looked away, and a sudden pang of guilt swept over and she didn't know why. But before she could change the subject, Paige stepped out of the bed room – clad in sweats with a towel in her hair – her eyes immediately settled on Dolph and she pointed at him with her index finger, "What in the hell is he doin' here?"

Oh, thank God. Kaitlyn let the tension dissolve from her shoulders. She quickly recovered and cleared her throat. She looked between Paige and Dolph, "Ziggy here has something to say."

Paige raised her right eyebrow, "Well then let's get on with it then." Without thinking much about it, she sat in the chair that Dean was sitting on.

Dolph looked uncertain, very unlike the man that performed in a WWE ring. "I shouldn't be here." He rolled up his hoodie and started scratching at his left wrists.

Seth suddenly removed his arm from his face, "Then what are you doing here?" he shot back.

"Seth…" Paige warned. She had a bad feeling and she thought that maybe Dolph could help settle it…prove it right. "On with it Dolph. We don't have all morning, it's almost 8 o'clock." They still had to head to the next city for RAW.

"AJ is planning something." Dolph scanned the expression of all of them and he couldn't read any of it. "I was going to my locker room and I overheard a conversation I wasn't a part of. I don't know what it is, but she's not playing crazy. She actually is."

Seth felt Kaitlyn tense but didn't say anything, he simply looked up Dean. Before the older man could speak, Paige spoke what they all wanted to say, "How can we trust you?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"Was that supposed to make us feel better?" Dean tilted his head to the side and rubbed his chin. Paige held up her hand to silence Dolph before he could even speak.

"So you expect me to believe that your girlfriend is planning some evil scheme and you have no idea what it's about?" Paige raised her eyebrow, making everyone but Dolph laugh.

"You know Dolph, I always had you pegged as a sleazy poor excuse of a man, but I never thought you would lie about it."

"Look," Dolph raked his hand over his bleached hair, "I'm not lying."

Seth chuckled bitterly, but didn't look up, "How do we know that you're not the one planning this?"

"Would I be here if I were?" Dolph shot back and his nostrils flared.

Paige laughed bitterly and shook her head "Would you?"

A/N: Do you believe him?