I own nothing associated with the WWE.
I do own MiraBeth.

I also need to note that the two wrestlers that are mentioned in this chapter but are not named are figments of my imagination and the situation that is described is fictional.

As soon as they were in the elevator Dean said, "You realize he is going to kill me, right?"

MiraBeth smiled brightly until the elevator doors closed. Then her shoulders sagged and her head drooped. "Roman Reigns won't lay a hand on you. First of all, he'd have to give a d*mn. Secondly he can't because I am the new Head of Security for the WWE and if he does I will suspend his *ss and he will lose his momentum. He doesn't want that because there is supposedly a title shot coming his way very soon."

Dean grabbed her suitcase handle. "You really think Roman doesn't give a d*mn? Not much of a detective are ya'?" The doors opened and he led the way to his room. Once inside he continued. "That man couldn't be more in love with you. Coffee and sugar. Cookies and milk. Pizza and beer. Women and bikinis. Wrestling and titles. Roman and MiraBeth. That's just how it is." He left her suitcase by the bed he wasn't using.

"Not exactly evidence." she muttered.

"Yeah, well, I'm not Dr. Phil. I just know that my best friend loves you. I know that I'm not letting you loose in this hotel so he can worry about where you are. We've got enough to worry about with Seth and those stupid bare… pictures that I have to pretend I've never seen." He shuddered. She gasped. "What? Naked men freak you out? Feel sorry for Rome then."

"No, no… I just remembered that Roman took all of Seth's electronics last night at my house. I found them this morning when I was packing and thought it would be best if I kept them instead of tempting him when I couldn't keep an eye on him and well, I kinda still have them in my suitcase." Dean looked at her blankly. "His phone, iPad, iPod, all of it are in my suitcase. Here. In this room. He has nothing. And he's stuck in a room with Roman."

The smile that formed on Dean's face was definitely reminiscent of the Lunatic Fringe. "So you are telling me that the new Head of Security for the WWE has stolen all of Seth Rollin's electronics?" MiraBeth face palmed and fell backwards on the bed. "Hey, just tryin' to lighten things up a bit. You can return them in the morning. Or I can. I'll meet up with him to work out or somethin'."

"Don't try to make me feel better. Just tell me if I have over reacted to everything with Roman. Be honest with me. Right now I have no idea if we are… what we are. Any time the two of us try to talk he ends up beating the h*ll out of Seth! I'll give Seth's stuff back to him in the morning with an apology for keeping them for so long." MiraBeth sighed.

Dean was sitting on his bed watching crappy late night comedy. MiraBeth had files scattered across her bed, shaking her head as she read and made notes. "This place is a zoo and the antelopes run the show!"

"I thought the expression was 'This place is an insane asylum and the inmates run the place.' Although I like yours better… Wouldn't the monkeys be running it?"

"That would make too much sense!" Frustration laced her voice.

Dean picked up a file. "Some of this information is old. Some of it might not be reliable. I think you should use these sparingly. Make new files all your own. Start fresh. Recognize that inmate monkeys have been running this place and nothing can be trusted. Besides, you have your old files from your investigation looking for Mr. McMahon. You can use those, too. It will all come together later." He started closing all of the files. MiraBeth helped, even though she knew she was too keyed up to sleep. "Hey, how about we go down to the hotel gym? You have a killer workout routine. That should help with the stress of today."

MiraBeth rolled her shoulders and grabbed her backpack. "That sounds like a grand idea. I packed my work-out gear just for occasions like this." Changing into her comfy clothes, she met Dean at the door of the room ready to go.

They made it as far as the lobby before MiraBeth realized that her first night with the WWE would also be her first night on the job. As they were headed to the weight room to work out, two other superstars were returning to the hotel with some "younger ladies of ill-repute" whom they intended on enjoying and partying with in their hotel room. MiraBeth was pretty sure that the girls were, in fact, girls. She headed the group off as they reached the lobby. "Can I speak to you gentlemen for just a minute?"

"Back off, grandma. We got to 'em first." one of the girls slurred. The other laughed drunkenly and hung off of the wrestler's shoulder.

"I need to talk to you, fellas. Now." She tried again.

"Nah. Kinda busy." The taller one tried to keep going.

MiraBeth blocked his path. "I tried this the nice way. Now I'll do it the hard way. Those underage GIRLS are NOT going into the elevator. They are leaving. You two are going up to your rooms to sleep this off alone. We will talk in the morning over whether there will be any repercussions from this event."

"You can't tell us what to do." the girl who had spoken before let go of her wrestler's arm and tried to poke her finger at MiraBeth.

"Actually, as the Head of WWE Security, I can. I can also suspend these two if they don't follow a directive that they were given immediately for the good of the company. They are well aware of this." She looked at the men. "If you think they're good enough to risk your careers over, go for it. You have about three seconds to make a decision. Tick-tock." She backed away from the group and into Dean, who had her back. He handed her the backpack that she had dropped and headed back to the elevators. Pressing the 'up' button, they were joined by the other two wrestlers. As they began to drunkenly stutter, MiraBeth cut them off. "I said we would talk in the morning. That means you go to your rooms. You set your alarms for 8:00 am. You shower and meet me in the lobby at 9:00. Do not be late. I will be early." She moved close to both men, peering up at them both. "If you are late, I will make sure you face a dear penalty." When the elevator reached their floors, MiraBeth held the doors open and watched them scamper to their doors and scurry into their rooms. Then she and Dean returned to his room. Once inside, she said, "I am sorry we didn't get our workout in." She dropped her backpack on the floor. "I think you are right. I need my own folders and to do my own background investigating. There was nothing in those files to suggest THAT."

Dean shook his head. "I'm not surprised. Those two like young blood. The younger the better. Personally, I like my women… never mind. Not a conversation I should be having with you."

MiraBeth smiled. "Something we agree on."