I've actually decided to do this in three parts now, this is seriously so random but I thought it would fit pretty well for what I want to write in the 3rd part of this chapter. It's slightly random, I guess, I'm not sure, I hope it sits well with you guys. It's a bit of a filler really to show the growing relationship, hoep you enjoy and I hope you don't hate me, enjoy lovelies :) xoxoxoxox
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"I really hate those meetings in creative, you saved me from having my own pity party, thanks Punk."

He knew exactly how she felt, he just had no advice to give her, "I don't know what to tell you, this is your dream job but you're always going to find dickheads at work. Just tell them to fuck off if they bother you and if they still harass you then you can give me a call."

"They already give me shit for being friends with Nick, I wish they'd just leave me alone."The pair continued to walk away from the building, still glad that they were now breathing fresh air and weren't locked in a stuffy elevator.

"Weren't you feeling the same last July, with the whole pipebomb and all?" Phoebe blurted out, she had started working for the WWE a week after Punk had won the title in Chicago, the time was fresh, new and open for ideas and interpretation. Punk had savoured that time long and well."I was just getting tossed around, I was either set to be Champion or just being shoved around and being forced to do signings. They couldn't make their mind about where they wanted me, at least I was respected. I just don't understand what you've done to them, you know."

"I've been asking myself that question to moment I started working for this company," Phoebe mumbled, realising what she had just said, when she looked back at Punk she saw the hurt and embarrassment in his eyes.

"I didn't mean – "

"I'm so sorry, Phoebe."

"Stop – it! I was being stupid, change the subject." Punk still stared at her, as if the word sorry just wasn't good enough, because It wasn't. He wanted to make it up to her, he wanted to show her just how sorry he really was, she had forgiven and forgotten everything that had happened but it didn't mean that he had, he still felt like an asshole and he always would until he truly repaid her. Clearing his throat he proceeded.

"So you live here now?"

"Yeah, it makes sense now that I work from Stamford."

"But you're always on the road with us."

"Correction. I work in Stamford from home, hardly ever in the office since almost everyone is either disrespectful or just doesn't talk to me. That's one of the reasons why I come on the road because Stephanie is actually my friend and she's always travelling with Paul."

"That's probably why they don't like you, because you're always with the boss. Buddy buddy with the boss."

"What are we? 12? That is completely ridiculous, childish and petty."

"Is that why I can always here someone laughing when we have meetings with you guys? Is it them?"

"Probably."

"Bastards!"

"Punk it's fine, I'm used to it by now."

"I have an idea."Punk's lips curled into a smile, one that looked mischievous and cunning as if he had devious plan, Phoebe didn't know what he had in his mind however she was ever the more curious as to what he was thinking.

"I'm listening."

"Let's get them back."

"Let's get who back?"

"The dickheads in creative, listen I was thinking if you know where they live we can shit on their doorstep, maybe egg there house. Or we could do the same thing just in in their office, or in their suitcases. It would be so funny -"

"What the fuck? And again, what are we? 12? Are you seriously out of your mind? Not only is that completely disgusting but it's totally unprofessional and - "

"It's funny. Come on Phoebe, live a little, what's Ed's address? I never really liked him - "

"Punk, stop. I am not having a shit outside their house! I am not going to egg there house, what is wrong with you."

"Why not? They don't have to know it's you."

"I can't believe I am having this conversation with you," Phoebe started walking a little faster away from Punk.

"I think it would be hilarious, and I know you do too."

"You're impossible."

Punk eventually caught up with her and decided to let it go, walking in silence in thought about how funny it would be if they actually went through with it, he knew the answer would be no the moment he thought about it.

"It would be pretty funny to get them back, wouldn't it?"

"You're not actually suggesting - ""

I've got a better idea."

Phoebe reached into her purse and dialled Stephanie's number, after three rings Phoebe began talking quietly into the receiver. Punk raised his eyebrow however Phoebe held her finger motioning him to wait, only making Punk feel more exasperated. After several moments Phoebe ended the call and her attention turned back to him, smiling sweetly at him she spoke.

"Let's get you a blazer, we're having dinner."

"I'm glad I've made friends with the spawn of Satan. At least tell me the plan for tonight."

It was Friday evening, Phoebe and Punk had initially declined the offer to go to dinner with the suits. Boring spiel about work was the last thing the both of them wanted to do on a Friday, however when Punk mentioned a way of getting some of the Creative members back, the snide comments and patronising, condescending tone that everyone took with her, repeatedly "forgetting" to let Phoebe know about memo's. Phoebe wasn't going to shit on their doorsteps seeing as that was a little farfetched. Stephanie would be there, as well as Paul, John Laurinitis, Cole, Brian, David, Ed and now herself Mike, and Punk. Phoebe was the only female creative writer. Another reason why the guys in creative liked teasing and taking the piss out of her, misogynist bastards Phoebe knew this was completely insane, but when Punk had mentioned it, it had gotten her thinking just how funny it would be to prank them. What's a harmless little prank done to anybody?

She didn't want to mention anything but working for Punk was still the most emotionally challenging job she ever had done, Phoebe didn't appreciate working with Creative but she was still doing her dream job. She wasn't going to dwell on it, it was in the past and Punk had apologized countless amount of times, sometimes out of the blue he'd just say "I'm sorry," and Phoebe would have no idea what he was talking about. Never in a million years would she think she was going to go through with this, but she felt so rebellious with Punk, it had gotten her even more had tagged along since he found out that Phoebe and Punk were going to be there, his input with Creative was exceptional so he always more than welcome. Phoebe had grown increasingly close to Mike, he was charming and witty and he was also a good friends with Nick and Punk, if anyone understood the difficulties of being the newbie working with assholes it was Mike.

Just like Punk he would listen to all of Phoebe's concerns, she made sure to let in on with the prank they were about to Phoebe said, Punk had opted for a blazer that went over his Misfits shirts, Phoebe had gone for a strappy, knee high dress, black and sleek she looked sexy. Of course Mike went classy and suave and wore what Phoebe assumed was Armani accompanied with Louibuttons, she envied his stylish genes. Punk admired the way Phoebe looked in the dress, subtle and silently he gazed at the way his fabric hugged at her waist, the exposed flesh at the back that was inviting him to touch it, her hair curled effortlessly and skin so flawless it made him tremble, her perfectness made Punk stare in three of them walked into the restaurant, the atmosphere was incredibly light and hugely pretentious, surprisingly Mike was the first to take note. Nothing about the place had a sense of welcoming or inviting, it only made Phoebe wish she hadn't come. The restaurant completely mirrored the attitudes and shallow nature of most of the people that worked at corporate. Punk's opinion had changed about Phoebe, he once thought that she was one of those sharks that didn't deserve to work for a company like WWE, he was so wrong. It turned out that she was the opposite; she wasn't trying to lick his arse or pretend to be someone she wasn't. It's what made him admire her even more, genuine and brutally honest.

"You two are crazy, what if you get fired? Phoebe you've worked so hard for this."

"It's a harmless, little prank, don't sweat it."

"I think Punk is a bad influence."

Phoebe smiled, "So do I."

"Punk, Mike, see those 3 douchebags sitting at the table in the corner with David, I want you to steal their wallets."

"What!?" Mike exclaimed.

"Would you be quiet? I want you two to steal their wallets, we were promised a free dinner, at least that's what Stephanie said. Those bastards didn't even invite me, she did. So I'm guessing dinner is on them. If we still their wallets and make a run for it, who's going to pay for their dinner, right?" Punk stared at her in awe, who was this woman and what had she done to our Phoebe?

"I wish we went with my plan." Punk grumbled.

Before Mike could ask Phoebe interjected, "He wanted to shit on their doorstep."

"Ew, you must both really hate those guys, and he must really care for you. He doesn't just shit on people's doorsteps for anybody."

"Mike, they're dickheads, they need to be taught a lesson."

"I'm not stealing their wallets." Mike spoke bluntly.

"Fine, I'll do it."

"That's because you've probably had experience, you punk ass bitch." Mike mumbled to himself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"The three walked over, Phoebe plastered a painful smile while Punk scowled, Mike was the only one who made effort by shaking everyone's hand. David was the only guy on the creative team that she liked, The Great Khali was talent of course, which kept him humble, she made it clear to Punk not to steal his wallet and he stated he wouldn't have done even if she asked him too. Just the rest of the 3 who were chuckling as she sat herself between Mike and Punk.

"You sure do get round, don't you Phoebe," Ed commented on the two men beside her, Punk's hand instantly balled into a fist however Phoebe placed her hand over his, attempting to calm him down.

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night, I'm sure that dinner is on you guys tonight, am I right?"

"It sure is, it's been a while since we've gone out and it'd always good to treat the boss. They deserve it, don't you think? You're Stephanie's favourite so it's best that she hasn't forgot about us guys either."

Pure jealousy, she turned to look at Punk who rolled his eyes at the guys.

"Punk, Miz it's always a pleasure, I'm sure Phoebe has been exceptional company." Instead of answering, he just nodded.

"Khlai, how's it hanging? Hope you're not starting to turn into one of these sharks?" Punk sneered in David's ear, sure he was only joking, David "Khalii" Kapoor was and always will be a wrestling Punjabi legend, he was co head writer for Raw and him and Phoebe were doing the best they possibly could, she liked him however the limitation in English could only suffice.

"Would you excuse me, I'm going to go powder my nose," leaning down to whisper in Punk's ear, "And shit in their mouths."Punk chuckled to himself disgusted by the foul words that came out of her potty mouth, for someone as stunning as her.

He couldn't believe they were doing this, he couldn't believe this was Phoebe's idea, this was risking her career – everything she had built if caught would all disappear. Just as the conversation turned light between the 3, Punk leaned behind the table, eyeing the sharp blazer pockets that outlines their expensive wallets. His hand snaked underneath, he couldn't believe he was doing this, it was like he was 16 all over again. He would never admit it, but he was a pro, he was never proud of it but he wanted to help Phoebe. It was like a game of Operation, slowly, shaking he's slip his hand into the pocket and remove the wallet, wads of cash poking out, the first wallet taken was a piece of cake. And now came the adrenaline high that Punk lived off. What the fuck had he just done?

Getting through to the middle would be the most difficult, when he spotted Phoebe walking towards the table he subtly nodded at Ed who sat in the middle, mouthing the word 'wallet.'

"I'm back."

"Were you taking a dump?" Ed shouted loudly, trying to get everyone at the restaurant's attention, Phoebe bit back a retort however leaned in to whisper into his ear. Her hand lightly stroked his chest, smoothing the creased shirt she spoke softly.

"You really need to learn how to treat a woman with respect." Her hand was inching away from the inside, she could see the cash peeping out, causing her breath to hitch, grinning when he responded.

"What are you doing Phoebe?" He breathed, clearly he was getting hot, Punk of seducing him, Phoebe grabbed onto Ed's tie, yanking it so it would strangle him, "Listen to me you little shit, I will not tolerate this any longer. I will not have you bullying me and harassing me about petty little things that don't concern you. I will not have you disrespect me in front of my colleagues and I will most certainly not have you chatting shit about my friends. Got it?"

When he didn't reply Phoebe yanked harder, "Got it." He squeaked, the table had witnessed the whole scene, they were still staring at Phoebe in complete awe in silence. When the conversation rose again, she prodded Punk in the thigh motioning him to look under the table, the cash greener than grass. There was one last person at the table and Mike was sitting right next to him.

"No fucking way," Mike and Punk pleaded him with eyes, eventually let out the puppy dog eyes and Mike snapped. This was ridiculous, he wasn't going to steal somebody's wallet, he never had done in his life. When he tried to look for where it was, Stephanie, Cole and Paul had arrived, rolling his eyes Mike took this as a perfect distraction and rapidly slipped his hand and grabbed what he needed. Satisfied he slid it under the table so Phoebe could get it, perfect. When Punk noticed all the wallets he shoved them into Phoebe's purse. Mike's heart was pumping and his hands were shaking, he couldn't help but smile at how rebellious he was feeling. He knew how much shit Phoebe had to take working with the guys, one of the reasons why she was always with them, it felt good to see her smile for once. Payback was a bitch.

"You are so fucking insane," Punk grinned in her ear, her spine tingled at the closeness.

"By the way, David's not brought his wallet, I'm guessing these guys really want to lick ass tonight."

When everyone had officially settled down, a waiter no younger that 18 had come bustling over taking their drink orders, Phoebe and Mike decided that they'd love their most expensive Crystal that they had, emphasis on the expensive. Stephanie appreciated the exquisite taste and also ordered a second bottle, for top ups later.

"Phoebe you wouldn't mind accompanying me to the bathroom?"

"No of course not Stephanie." Phoebe stood up, grabbing her purse. As she walked over towards Stephanie she instantly felt her head spin, ignoring the sensation she started walking away from the table, stumbling when she felt a knotting sensation in her stomach. Her head still swaying. Punk immediately rushed to her rescue, the restaurants attention now landed on Phoebe.

"Phoebe are you alright? You don't look so good?"

Paul asked, worried and concerned.

"My head is pounding, I really don't know what's wrong, and my stomach has cramps, oh my god, they hurt so much!"

Punk and Mike looked at each other, unaware of what was going on, was this real or was she faking it, when she collapsed to the floor Punk threw back his chair and rushed towards her.

"I'm taking you to a hospital."

Punk didn't even wait for an answer, he tossed Phoebe over his shoulder in a fireman like fashion and walked out of the restaurant, Mike trailing behind to see if she was okay. Everyone at the table where either shocked or confused as to what just happened. A couple moments passed until the atmosphere had gone back to normal, the table exchanged idle chit chat, ordering food with kilos of caviar dumped on the side of their plate, with no money to pay for any of placed Phoebe in the back of his car, Mike sat himself in the passenger seat next to Punk who had gotten worried but Phoebe's sudden illness. Revving the engine, he stepped on the gas, trying as fast as he could to find a hospital and get Phoebe to it.

"So, was I believable?"

The two men screamed when they saw her peaking up bright and fresh faced from the back seat, she leaned closer as if she was sat with Mike and Punk and grinned about how she had fooled both of them."You have got to be kidding me."

"You were faking it?!"

"I'd never fake it with you Punk," Mike snorted, Punk blushed at the comment."

These guys have so many hundred dollar bills, they're in the shit tonight. I've never felt so alive!"

"You did look pretty slick in that restaurant, good for you Phoebe!"

"Do you reckon they'll know it was us?" Phoebe whispered, feeling slightly anxious.

"I doubt it, they probably think they left it at home or just forgot them. I wish we were there to see their."

"You two are like partners in crime I swear," Mike chuckled, both of them had gone quiet, Phoebe leaned back and stared outside the window, the adrenaline rush still pumping through her veins.

"Yeah she's a badass alright."

"Phil could you drop me outside the Hilton? I'm meeting Maryse tonight."

"Surprise dinner?"

"Surprise sex.""Of course," Punk grumbled, 2 minutes away from the hotel the drive landed in a comfortable silence. Swerving the into the parking lot, Mike bid the two goodbye and Phoebe crawled into the passenger seat. She was still rooting through the wallets, giggling when she found a condom stashed in the inside.

"Shitting on there doorsteps still would've been fun, I admit it."

"Hey, I'm kinda hungry, wanna grab some dinner?"

"Are you asking me out, Phllip?"

"You want food or not?"

"Yeah but," Phoebe waggled the three wallets in his face, "Dinner's on me."

The pair walked into the Hilton, still dressed formally, for once Punk looked like he fit in one of these classy, swanky hotels. They found the nearest, most expensive restaurant and decided to splurge all the cash they could. Both of them were vegetarian and settled on the most mouth, watering tasty pasty dish. It somehow become romantic, and neither of them minded.

"I still can't get over tonight."

"I've stolen a couple wallets in my time, it's funny, always has been. Stephanie just texted me to make sure I was alright, told her I wouldn't be in work for a couple of days. More time away from those assholes."

"Seriously, who are you and what have you done to my Phoebe?"

She raised her eyebrow. "Your Phoebe?"

"You're crazy." He stuck an olive in his mouth, not taking his eyes off of her, her lips trailed to his lips, the lip ring glinting in the dim light, it always glinted.

"Pranking them was your idea, shitting on their doorstep was your idea!" Phoebe had spoken a little too loudly, getting disgusted looks off the waiters and other guests that were also having dinner. Punk let out a hearty laugh, the one that made the creases in his eyes, she joined him when they heard an old couple behind them scoff and leave the restaurant, clearly the image had put them off their food.

"So does April know you're here?"

"Does Nick know you're here?"

The silence between the two confirmed their answer.

"How long are you in Stamford for?"

"Just for the night, leave tomorrow morning. You?"

"I'll just get a flight out with you, Nick wants to see me anyway, it's been a while."

"The two of you slept together yet?"

"That is none of your business!" Phoebe growled, her cheeks growing red.

"So the answer's no?" Phoebe didn't reply, stuffing pasta into her mouth.

"You've not been putting out, have you?" She was growing angrier and angrier. "It's what he's been saying in the locker room."

"What?"

"I'm joking! Jeez, calm down!"

"I'm sure you and April have a wonderful sex life, am I right?"

"Yeah, she's great in bed," Punk was lying through his teeth but Phoebe didn't need to know that, he saw her eyes turn green with envy.

"Good for you, maybe you should get a flight out now and spend the night with her?"

"I'm having just as much fun here, thanks," he smirked, when she scowled at him, she was so jealous.

They continued eating in silence, after what felt like an eternity the two of them started laughing. Snorting when Phoebe started choking on her pasta.

Time had flown by, the pasta had filled them but that didn't stop them ordering tons of desert, Punk was reluctant at first however he eventually gave in. Losing weight was one thing, enjoying the good things in life was another. Phoebe paid for the bill and left an extremely generous tip, she had gotten up, literally too full to walk she stumbled grinning when Punk was exactly the same. She would never be able to get over how handsome he was, the beard the build, the personality had Phoebe stirring down below. His beauty had paralysed her and she eventually caught staring at his impeccable biceps. Her eyes trailed to look into his, his stare was soft yet seductive, he wanted her. She wanted him."

Are you staying at the Hilton?" she breathed.

"Yes."