In the event that the man portraying Seth Rollins were to read this - Most humble apologies for making Seth appear to be a fruitloop who believes any story that crosses his path. It is not my intent to insult his character. This is all in good fun!

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Roman Reigns was still wiping the sleep out of his eyes and taking the last swig of his coffee as he entered the gym with Dean Ambrose. Both men carried their gear in bags by their sides; towels, tape, wrist guards, drinks, a change of clothes, and an assortment of things they might need for their work outs. They wanted two things at this time – a good work out and people to leave them alone while they did it. This was their time, personal time, time to focus. After stopping in the men's locker room and put on their wrist guards and head phones, they headed for the mats to stretch. Roman was shocked when Dean slapped his shoulder. "What's wrong with you?"

"Look! There she is." Dean whispered. Roman looked across the gym. The men watched MiraBeth do what looked like a series of inverted sit-ups on a hyperextension bench. "You know the other name for that equipment, don't you?" Dean teased. "That's called a Roman Chair." This time Roman slapped Dean on the back of the head. "Ouch! I was just trying to get you to go over to her! Damn!" MiraBeth seemed oblivious to the two men as she moved to on to the chest press. Dean heard Roman's audible groan. "You have two choices. Work out with me…or work out with her. You choose." Dean headed towards the equipment he wanted to start on muttering "Damn fool."

MiraBeth finished her chest press reps and was moving off that piece of equipment towards the leg press when a very large body moved into her line of vision. She stepped to the left, keeping her eyes averted as she adjusted her ear buds. The person also moved to the left. MiraBeth stepped to the right, feeling as if she was starting to dance with the individual in front of her as they also moved right. It wasn't until she felt fingers graze her wrist that she looked up into the face of Roman Reigns and saw his lips moving. Removing one ear bud, she softly said, "Hi."

"Good morning." he said with a kind smile. "I didn't know you were a member here."

"Yep. I like to get a good work out in before my shift starts." she responded as she finally made her way around Roman and got to the leg press. She hid her surprise when he took residence on the machine beside her. Knowing that he understood the importance of a good workout and correct form, she continued her exercise. Roman lifted heavier weights, but did similar reps. When she progressed on to the rowing machine, he was right beside her. On a rest cycle, MiraBeth removed her ear buds. "Is there a reason you are shadowing my every move?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. Is that okay?" he asked.

MiraBeth resumed rowing and said, "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Roman stuttered at a complete loss for words. "Um…um…well…um…How long have you been in law enforcement?"

MiraBeth laughed. "I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one."

"Why would you be nervous?" Roman asked.

"Why are you?" she asked.

Roman stopped rowing and leaned on the hand grips as he looked at her. "You are beautiful, strong and confident. That is enough to make any man nervous when he approaches you."

MiraBeth snorted at his comment. "Ha! I think you've taken too many blows to the head. I am neither strong nor beautiful. I am only confident in that I know what I am doing on the job. Granted, I am curious and stubborn." she said with a smile, not missing a stroke as she continued to row.

Roman matched her strokes and thought about what he was going to say next. As his thoughts intensified, so did his rowing. MiraBeth began to match Roman's strokes unconsciously. "The fact that you don't know how attractive you are makes you even moreso. I have warned Dean away." he admitted with a small smile. "Strength – oh, hell, yeah. Not many women would attempt a work-out with me and you are keeping up very well."

"Hate to point this out, but you are keeping up with me." MiraBeth muttered. "I was here first."

"Whatever. Stop splitting hairs. Tomorrow I will start first and make sure you can keep up." Roman flexed harder. MiraBeth smirked to hide her sigh of attraction. "You are confident. You don't take flak from anyone. Wrestling superstars, men who are taller or stronger than you, the wealthy; you are confident and carry yourself that way. Anyone who sees you knows that you know what you are doing. You demand respect in the way you present yourself. As a man that…well…that is an appealing quality to find. You don't cower and simper. So many women think that the coy flirty crap is attractive. 'Help me, I am a helpless female.' That crap is annoying. What's so funny?" Roman tossed a quizzical glare to the size as MiraBeth began to cackle. The sound of Roman trying to man his voice sound like a shrilly female struck her as hilarious and she was unable to control her reaction. Roman stopped rowing and watched as she clutched her stomach and nearly rolled off her machine as she howled and kicked her feet. "Really?" When he saw tears start to streak down her cheeks, he began to smile. "I am not sure what I said that was this funny, but this is quite interesting to watch."

MiraBeth began to collect herself. "You…You…You sounded so…" That was all she got out before she lost it again. She gave up trying to sit on the rowing machine and laid on the floor next to it. "High Ppp…Pit…Pitch! So not you!"

Roman's face finally split into a wide grin. He repeated the same shrilly pitch and said, "You think this is funny?" and watched her roll on her side.

"Stop! Stop!" she begged holding up one hand.

Dean came over to the laughing couple. "Having fun?" Roman glared at him. "Seth is almost to the door. Thought I'd let you know before the WWE rumor mill came in."

MiraBeth wiped her eyes and managed to get her breathing back under control just as Seth Rollins made a b-line for the rowing machines. Dean rolled his eyes and held out a hand to help her off the floor just as his friend began talking. "Oh, good I was hoping to see you away from the arena. Why were you on the floor? Did you fall off the machine? I can show you how to work out. Cross Fit is so much better, they should open one around here. Oh! So anyway, before I left last night this other chick, I think she is a cop, too, asked about CM Punk as a suspect. She'd asked if I had heard anything about him being mad about leaving the company and wanting revenge. So I found out that he was quote disgruntled end quote before severing ties with the WWE, but he is all peaches and cream now. He's been busy and is happy with how AJ has been treated so he doesn't have a reason to go after Vince. While he was pissy, he talked to the Hardy brothers and they are still unhappy with Vince because they can't make WWE type money anywhere else. Crappy things have happened in their lives and they kinda think that if they had been taken care of better by Vince and the WWE they would be in a better place now."

"Seriously? Do you ever breathe?" MiraBeth asked Seth. "You just spouted out a whole lot and I may have caught about half of it." She looked at Dean and Roman. "And you listen to this every day? Doesn't he make your ears bleed?" Seth's mouth dropped open as Dean and Roman laughed. "The Hardy's – Matt and Jeff. They should be in North Carolina with their families. We'll check into them."

"I don't talk that much. I was just trying to help." Seth muttered, turning to walk away.

Dean winked at Roman and MiraBeth. "Is this a good time to point out that Seth was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and hat that night? Those are casual clothes. He is also 6 foot one. That fits the description of the perp."

Seth paled. "Whaat? No. No. No way! You know that I…NO! There's no way…" He sat on the nearby bench press hard, holding his head in his hands and moaning. "You can't suspect me!" he wailed.

MiraBeth shook her head at Dean with a smile before patting Seth on the head. "Your, um, I guess he's your friend, although I would use that term loosely right now, he left out the other part of the description. Yes, the description is of a man wearing casual clothes that night and his height is in the six foot two or three inch range, but he is also middle aged – like around forty or fifty. You are what, 12?"

Seth's head shot up. "I'm 28, nowhere near middle aged. And I don't act like I'm 12 – I'm just a little hyper."

"Good to know. Also good to know that you realize what it feels like to be falsely accused, something you need to remember during an investigation. I appreciate you trying to help, and if Mr. McMahon is truly missing this will be all hands on deck, but we will not be making accusations without solid proof." MiraBeth explained.