As the early morning sun crept across the horizon, one woman was already up and raring to face the day. The muffins that she wanted make for the bake sale were cooling on the rack. Satisfied that they would be fine until she returned from her run and that all her dirty dishes were in the sink, she went in search of the sweatband that she always seemed to lose. Once it was found, she dressed in her running clothes, stretched, locked the door behind her, and took off for her run. Five miles with a target of less than 35 minutes – she wanted to beat her time from last week. That hill and those stop lights really cook my goose! She ran through the neighborhoods and into the more urban setting. Then she ran into the suburban area and back through the undeveloped land before heading back towards her own home. Yes! 34 minutes and 53 seconds! I did it! Now, if only I didn't have to get ready for work.

"Dude! Isn't that the cop from last night?" Dolph pointed out the woman running passed Cross Fit to Seth Rollins.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Seth replied.

Cesaro looked out the window. "Absolutely. That's her!"

"Who? What happened?" Seth wanted to know. Cesaro and Dolph filled Seth in on Dean's lead-footed incident as the woman ran out of sight. "So she lives around here. Hmm…"

"MiraBeth! My office! You too, Sam!" the Captain bellowed. Once the officers reported, the Captain continued, "Special assignment. You are needed at the Amway Center, Orlando. You can handle that, can't you?"

"Yes, sir." They responded, heading for the door.

"The WWE is in town and they need extra security. Some nonsense about some threat or something. Just deal with it and get back to real police work." the Captain sighed.

"Great. Just great. Our first special assignment and he thinks it's a bunch of malarkey. Wonderful." MiraBeth muttered under her breath.

"Didn't you hear? It's the WWE!" Sam whispered excitedly. MiraBeth shook her head and headed for her police cruiser. It was going to be a long shift.

"All I am saying is, if you had the chance you should speak to the woman. She's obviously around here somewhere, she is a local cop. She wasn't hard on the eyes. And you need a date, man. You are worse than a hormonal woman on PMS." Dean Ambrose was having a heart-to-heart with his dear friend while spotting him on the bench press. "It wouldn't hurt to ask her out. She even said she gave us a break because you don't get home much. It wasn't me because I don't live here. You do so she was talking about you."

"You don't know that. She could have meant any of us. People think we all live here because of the training center. Now, shut up and spot me." Roman huffed.

"If you won't…" Dean mumbled.

"Dean!"

"Just sayin'" Dean smiled as Roman gripped the bar more firmly. "You are proving my point, big man. Proving my point."

Yes, that was a Mary Sue rule-breaker right there in the first paragraph. This character can do it all before the sun comes up. She is a cop, a runner, bakes muffins, cleans the kitchen...Go ahead, shake your head at me. I laughed as I wrote it. If we aren't here to enjoy ourselves, why are we here?

There will be some of my usual emotional grittiness in this, but the first chapter or two are supposed to have some light-hearted fun. I hope I achieved that goal.