Several frosty hours later, MiraBeth was leading the way through the concourse of the airport in Connecticut. Seth and Roman were walking together several feet behind her. "What are you going to do? She is really hot." Seth muttered, keeping his voice low for fear that she would hear him.

Roman watched her as she wove through people on her way to baggage claim. "I have no idea. I thought we were on the right path and then we took a complete nose dive. We're further apart than when we started." Frustration and worry laced his voice. "My brother said to try a romantic dinner but I doubt she wants to sit at the same table with me. I don't even want to approach the subject with my parents. They'll just tell me what an idiot I am and we shouldn't have been rough-housing inside."

"So we're calling that rough-housing now? Okay. Just so we have the same story." Seth shook his head.

"Do you want to admit that we were…"

"Nope."

"Didn't think so."

"If it's up to MiraBeth, it won't matter anyway. She knows the truth." Seth said as he kicked the tile floor.

"I don't think she meant that she would really suspend us. Not on her first day on the job." Roman said with a pat on Seth's back. "Don't worry about it. MiraBeth isn't vindictive. She's forgiving… loving… caring. You'll see. She's not going to hold a grudge." Roman tried to sound optimistic for his friend.

Seth adjusted his ball cap so Roman wouldn't have a clear view of his eyes and cleared his throat. "I just wanted to tell you that, ah, well… I know that I don't have that many friends in the back and that's my own fault. I work out on my own and I travel… Anyway, I always thought of you as my best friend. Someone I could talk to and trust. When I needed you, even now, you were there. Even if it was just by accident." Roman looked at the other man with his mouth slightly agape. "What you said last night hurt. Getting jacked up because you thought I was after your woman, that just… I don't know what to say, Rome." Seth sat on the floor next to a trash can making sure he was in MiraBeth's line of sight.

Roman stood in the middle of the conveyor belt looking between his friend and his woman. He felt like his world had been turned completely upside down and spun backwards. MiraBeth is here and so angry. I have no idea how to fix things with her or how we went so wrong. And Seth… He sounds so lost. He's always been so hyper and happy. We always made fun of him for falling for the latest rumor and had so much fun with him. Now he sounds ready to cry. What am I supposed to do? I can't fix it all. He ran his hand across his face. If this were any other time, he would call MiraBeth and talk to her about the best course of action but she was one of his worse screw-ups. Now who could he turn to for advice? The belt began to move and luggage started to arrive. Roman grabbed Seth's bags as soon as he saw them, knowing this would make his friend come closer. MiraBeth's came next. Finally Roman saw his appear in the shoot. As he grabbed his last suitcase, he turned to find the other two walking towards the airport doors in silence. He rushed to catch up with them. As soon as their feet hit the sidewalk, MiraBeth's name was called from a large Excursion. They put their bags in the back and headed to WWE headquarters to face Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

"What happened to your face?" Mr. McMahon bellowed as soon as he saw Seth Rollins. Seth sat in a chair in the back of the conference room and didn't answer. Then Vince got a good look at Roman. "You, too? You were supposed to keep an eye on him and bring MiraBeth here to be our Head of Security, not beat the h*ll out of each other."

"We have had a lengthy discussion about that." MiraBeth said to Mr. McMahon as Roman took a seat beside Seth. "I think they both came to the realization that fighting outside of the ring was not the answer." Vince glanced at the men who were both nodding profusely. "They will also sit right there while we talk about exactly what it is you want me to do. Your expectations, guidelines, requirements, and boundaries that I can work within. I would also like to know things like my salary and benefits. Minor things that I can expect since I am leaving one job with good benefits to take this one."

Vince leveled a glare at Roman. "So you didn't get the documents that I sent with Mr. Reigns? Yes, let's have a seat and talk." He gestured to a chair at the other end of the room. "You are going to have your work cut out for you."

Seth muttered without moving his mouth, "Great. Now they're both p*ssed."

Roman whispered, "As soon as we got there she pointed a gun at us. Excuse me for forgetting!"

"Did you say something Mr. Reigns?" Mr. McMahon asked.

"No sir." Roman denied quickly.

"Keep it that way."

Vince and MiraBeth talked for several hours. He went over her (very nice) benefits package, her (generous) salary, and her incentives for keeping people in the "good". MiraBeth argued that doing a good job was be reward enough and she would rather have that money transferred into her expense account. The two talked at length about expenses that would definitely be incurred as well as some ideas that MiraBeth was already bouncing around in her head. Vince was impressed with the passion that she was approaching the new position and was thrilled that she was willing to start right away. "You do realize that I will probably be making personnel changes." MiraBeth warned.

"It needs to be done. An e-mail is ready to be sent announcing your hiring and describing your responsibilities. Once it is sent you have free reign to hire, fire, reposition, sequester, suspend, require testing, remove, and so forth any employee of World Wrestling Entertainment; both on-air talent and off. You report to me. We need to get this ship righted and back on course."

With a nod, a hand-shake and a few signatures, MiraBeth was officially hired. She was escorted to Human Resources where her picture was taken for her ID badge. Before long, she was walking out of headquarters with her two shadows as the new Head of Security for the WWE.

"Are you going to talk to me yet?" Roman asked quietly. They were sitting together in the back seat of the SUV heading for the hotel in Boston. Seth tried to pretend that he didn't hear his friend but a flush spread up his neck as the silence continued. It was obvious that MiraBeth was still furious. "We have to talk this out at some point. This can't go on forever." He reached for her hand.

Her head spun around like one of those possessed movie characters. She leaned over and whispered directly into his face so the man driving couldn't hear. "Let me make this very clear to you, Roman. I took a big risk in order to be with you. I walked away from my career, my livelihood, my home for you. And what did you do for me in return? You and your friend beat the sh*t out of each other in my living room. The marks you left on each other were so bad they were the first thing my new boss commented on when he saw you. What does that say about me as 'Head of Security'? Hmmm? I can't even keep the two of you from pummeling each other. Yeah. He thinks a lot of me. Thanks a lot." She drew in a so deep breath and it had Roman's scent filling her lungs. Stifling the urge to close her eyes and lean into him, MiraBeth settled for crossing her arms over her chest. "So no. No I don't want to talk this out. Not now."

She looked out the window for the rest of the ride. When they pulled up to the hotel, MiraBeth opened her door and got out. Grabbing her bags, she walked in behind Seth and ahead of Roman. She spotted Dean in the lobby and headed over. "Hey, girl! Howzit goin'?"

"Long story. Do you have a roommate?" Her voice was very low. Dean shook his head. "An extra bed? Mind if I crash for the night?"

Dean looked across the lobby and caught Roman's death-glare. "Ah…"