The next morning, MiraBeth was waiting in the lobby for her Romeos to appear. She had contacted Mr. McMahon to make sure she was clear on her boundaries in the matter, knowing that this was very serious and had the potential to become a huge black eye for the company. She waited patiently, sitting quietly in a corner, making sure her presence wasn't obtrusive and overly noticeable.

Of course, as soon as Roman got off of the elevator he saw her and his long strides ate up the distance quickly. "MiraBeth, I just want to say…" She held up her hand to cut him off.

"Roman, there is a time and a place for us to talk. This isn't it." From the corner of her eye, she saw the other two men sluffing off the elevator and shuffling over towards her. "We can talk later."

"D*mn, Reigns. She caught you, too. B*tch was busy." one said as he dropped into a chair nearby.

MiraBeth caught Roman's bicep. "Later." Roman looked down at her and took in her glacial expression. He started to say something but mentally smacked himself. If MiraBeth thinks that she was offered this job because I had doubts about her being a cop, I can't step in. I can't get too protective. She'll think that I doubt she can do this one, too. Roman squeezed her fingers and headed for the continental breakfast with Seth just as Dean came down. MiraBeth laid two file folders on the table in front the two wrestlers that remained nearby. "So, boys. You two like young girls."

"I wouldn't say young…"

"Not girls, really…"

"I would. Both young and girls. Certainly not women and definitely not mature. So you like young girls. You realize that this type of behavior will not be tolerated by the WWE." She

leaned forward in her chair. "You two *sshats have a choice to make. You can d*ck around or you can wrestle. Your choice. This is decision time. You don't get another chance."

"You can't make that call." one argued. "Only…"

"I have Mr. McMahon's full backing. Called him this morning and got his approval for this discussion. I am to call him with your decision."

"The WWE can't make decisions about our bedrooms." the other argued. MiraBeth picked up the file with his name on it and pulled out a paper. "What?! You can't… I didn't… You… You'll hear from my lawyer!" He was almost in MiraBeth's face.

MiraBeth met him almost in the middle of the table. "I look forward to that meeting. I have the surveillance tapes from last night as well as the fake and real ID's that the girls had in their possession when they were stopped by the police last night for underage drinking. I will be more than happy to meet with your lawyer at any point. In the meantime, good luck with your future endeavors." He stomped to the elevators and one of the security team members joined him in the elevator. MiraBeth looked to the other man. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I think I'd like to stay employed, ma'am. I will clean up my act." He sat up straighter in his chair.

"For the next thirty days, you will not partake of any alcohol unless an exception is specifically granted by Mr. McMahon or myself. You will limit your extra-curricular activities to working out, going to the training center, seeking advice from respected veterans, and visiting family on days off. This will be strict and difficult to maintain."

"Yes, ma'am. But the intent is for me to learn and improve. I understand. I will take this opportunity and I will not let you or Mr. McMahon down. I swear." MiraBeth looked at the young man and realized that he was little more than a twenty-something boy who had made a drunken libido-driven mistake.

"I hear your words. Now I will watch to see if you can live up to them. I hope you can." She held out her hand. He had a firm handshake. "Go get something to eat." she told him. The young man scurried off and MiraBeth picked up her files, sinking back into the chair. What have I signed on for? she asked herself.

Seconds later a plate was placed in her lap on top of the files. All of her breakfast favorites filled her it; waffles smothered in syrup, butter and sugar, fresh fruit on the side, a mound of bacon, and four of those tiny travel cups of apple juice that are gone in two swallows. She looked up into Roman's worried face. "I know you are busy, but I wanted to squeeze a few minutes into your day." he explained as he sat down beside her.

"Rome, it's not that I'm too busy for you. I saw those two knuckleheads coming and really didn't want our business being broadcast to them. I always have time for you."

A relieved smile blossomed on his face. "Baby Girl, you don't know how happy you just made me." He leaned back in his chair and stretched before leaning towards her. "I was afraid that last night was the first of many nights you would want to room apart. You just don't know how nervous I've been." He folded his hands and propped his elbows on his knees.

MiraBeth patted his leg. "Sweetie, we needed time apart. I know I had a lot of thinking to do and needed to do that before I spoke. Things were spiraling out of control." She began attacking her breakfast as she talked. "We seemed to take one step forward and three leaps back. It wasn't healthy or productive and we were going to hurt each other. Time apart was necessary."

"I needed you." he argued. "I sleep better with you. I always sleep crappy on the road because you aren't there. After the night before, I needed to hold you through the night and know we were okay. Instead you were with Dean. Do you know his reputation? Women are all over him! I fail to see the attraction. Receding hairline, uneven teeth, smoker's breath, sideburns that he doesn't trim, that spot in the back of his head that's going bald, and he always looks tired. Who finds that attractive? Really?"

MiraBeth giggled. "Careful, Roman. You appear to have given this a lot of thought." She could see Dean standing off to the side, eavesdropping on the entire exchange. "I doubt Dean has thought of you that way."

"Dean is aptly called The Lunatic Fringe. Who knows what he is thinking? He is my best friend and loyal to a fault, but the man thinks with his d*ck. All he thinks about is wrestling and women."

MiraBeth set her plate on the table and grabbed Roman's hands. "Honey, Dean is your best friend and he was looking out for you last night. He was a complete gentleman and talked you UP, not down. He had my back when I dealt with those two." She pointed to the two vacated chairs. "Many, many women would have found him quite charming. I happened to be head-over-heels for someone else so I wasn't dazzled by his charm. Dean is the type of guy who is going to be your best friend until the day you die and he's going to make sure that I am your girl, safe and secure for that reason alone. Why? Because that's what best friend's do. He and I are going to bond. So are Seth and I. And Roman? If I am going to do this job, I am going to need all the help I can get."

Backstage was buzzing about the new Head of Security. Rumors were flying and they made very little sense but that didn't stop anyone.

in the parking lot as they were entering the building

Dolph Ziggler was overheard telling Big E Langton that "security was going to require in-ring trunks be thigh-length or longer, for guys and ladies. Who's going to tell Nikki Bella? And no writing on the backside, either."

backstage

GoldDust and StarDust were sitting on some crates complaining that the new Head was banning the use of makeup in the ring which was having a detrimental impact on their characters.

in catering

"Well I heard that all fraternities have to cease and desist." announced Nikki Bella.

"Are you sure you heard 'fraternities' and not 'fraternize'? As in talent can no longer fraternize with each other?" Paige asked.

"Is there a difference?" Summer asked, snapping her gum.

"No drinking, no sexing it up, none of that with each other… That would be fraternizing. Fraternities are clubs on a college campus." Natalia clarified, shaking her head.

"I don't like it either way." Paige said, shaking her head. "We need to be able to hang out together."

"That's the whole point of Total Divas." Brie agreed.

outside of the men's locker room

"Have you heard who the new Head of Security is?" Wade Barrett asked.

"Naw, man." Heath Slater answered. "You?"

"Ah hear a hard arse. Fired a young lad jus' this morn for bring un' a lass to the hotel." Sheamus chimed in.

"Has ta be more. Has ta be." Wade muttered. "No man is that hard."

"Unless…" Heath began. "Naw. Can't be."