Jay had found the key to getting past his latest mental block. His method to get used to regularly having the kind of kinky sex Erin enjoyed was to have her describe a fantasy to him, and then do his part in acting it out.

That wouldn't last forever, he was well aware. She would expect him to come up with his own scenarios that indulged their kinks and got them both off. And boy was she getting off lately. The path to getting here had been a rocky one, but there was no doubt now that he was satisfying his woman in the bedroom. Well, all over the house was more like it.

As with most of his mental struggles, now that he was over the hurdle it seemed ridiculous when he looked back on it. It was very simple when all was said and done. All he had to do for Erin was wear gloves during sex, and act as though he liked her wearing them too. He had made a career of essentially acting on television, so it wasn't exactly hard for him to do it while being intimate with her. And as a result he got to have some of the best sex of his life, and keep his future wife happy. Happy future wife, happy life.

With everything back on track at home, Jay had been able to re-focus on his professional duties. In between all the sex anyway. WWE were in the thick of Wrestlemania season, the company's busiest, most intense, most revenue-drawing period of the year, running from the Royal Rumble in late January until Wrestlemania in early April.

It was now March, and Clementine had not been seen on TV since the Royal Rumble, where she had first shown heel tendencies. Since then, her heel turn and status as the Final Boss had been built up by Raquel and Kylie, and in a way by Maya the wildcat in the weekly storyline segments that Jay had written for the three of them.

On this particular Monday night, WWE were in Chicago for Raw. It was great to have a hometown show for Jay, but he wasn't going to be on it. A big segment that he had written was, however. Chicago was also the hometown of the Final Boss, and tonight was the night her new character was going to emerge and be fully revealed to the audience.

The Chicago crowd was always a hot one, and had very knowledgeable fans. Jay knew some of them would be expecting an appearance from Clem, so Jay was going to swerve them. Before Clem showed up, they were going to see the debut of Alexa Bliss. Mrs Final Boss, as Jay had instructed Christopher Herrmann to call her on commentary the first time she was seen, in order to educate any fans who didn't use social media or follow Clem's off-screen personal life.

Of course the debut was a huge deal for Alexa too. No matter how confident she might seem, or profess to be so as not to show weakness, Jay knew that inside she would feel like shitting herself. Everyone did before their debut, and it was worse for Alexa because she hadn't gone through the whole NXT training program in front of smaller crowds first.

One advantage of having the call time for all staff and talent for Raw being so many hours before the show began was that there was a lot of time to spend on preparation. Today, Jay was determined to have every single detail perfect. This was the night that would debut the Alexa Bliss character, and the finished Final Boss character for Clem. If either flopped, he was going to catch a lot of shit from Erin, and rightfully so. She was his boss in this scenario, and millions of dollars were riding on this storyline.

But before any of that, he had to stop by Dr Mikami's room. He had promised Alexa that he would look into having a specialist examine Clementine's bad knee to see if anything could be done to lessen the pain she was evidently still experiencing despite the greatly reduced schedule she was now working.

Earlier in the day, Jay had found himself overthinking, as usual, on the subject of how to approach the conversation with Mikami. Eventually he had come to the realisation that he no longer had to worry about such things. He was one of the people running the damn company. He didn't have to ask Mikami to do something. If necessary, he could simply order it to happen. That new mindset felt important to him. If he was going to be given responsibility and seniority by Erin, he was going to have to exercise it from time to time.

That didn't mean being rude or mean to the doctor of course. He could give orders without being an asshole about it. It was with that mindset that he knocked on the door with a 'Doctor's Office' plaque on it. If a laminated piece of paper stuck to the door could be called a plaque.

"Come in, I'm free!" Mikami called from within.

Happy that he had come at a time when no one else was in there, Jay opened the door and went in.

"Jay. How are you?" the doc asked. There was no personal connection between them, but they were on good terms professionally.

"Doing good, Doc. You?"

"Very well, but people don't come here to see how I am. What can I do you for?"

"It's not about me," Jay said matter of fact. "I want to send Clem to a specialist to get her knee looked at."

"Oh, good," Mikami said, taking him by surprise.

"Good? What do you mean?"

"I mean I agree Clem likely needs another surgery. Sometimes a complete knee rebuild needs a second surgery if the massive damage from the initial injury doesn't heal quite right."

Jay felt a surge of anger that he tried hard to contain. "If that's the case, why haven't you said anything?"

Mikami looked surprised. The conversation was getting weirder by the second. "I was told no one gets surgery unless absolutely necessary. 'If they can work, they work' was how Hank put it."

"What's Hank got to do with it?" Jay demanded. "Erin has been running this place for a long time now."

"I know," she said defensively. "Not long after that happened, I approached her about something and she snapped my head off. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, you know? I'm aware of who I'm talking to here, but all I'm doing is telling you what happened."

Jay backed down somewhat, recognising this as a situation to be diffused rather than escalated. "You must have caught Erin at a bad time. She's not like her old man. At all. The wellbeing of the talent is important to her, and to me. So why don't we do this: If you have any concerns about anyone that you think need running up the chain, you come to me and I will take responsibility for it."

"That sounds good," Mikami said with obvious relief at not having to deal with anyone named Voight. Jay felt bad about that, but there were more important things to be dealt with.

"Based on how this conversation has gone, I assume I can leave it to you to set Clem up with an appointment with a specialist."

"Yes. We'll get her in next week."

WWE had the connections and the financial clout to get priority treatment from the best doctors in pretty much any medical field, so the efficiency Mikami was promising didn't surprise him.

"Thank you. Let me know when you've made the arrangements. I'll speak to Clem about it after the show tonight. And next time you see Erin, try and strike up a conversation with her. She really isn't like her old man."

"I'll do that," she said dubiously, leaving him with some doubts as to whether it was true. Whatever, he decided. There was a show to prepare for, and a lot of work that needed to be done.

Before he left, one more question occurred to him. After all, he was talking to a doctor very experienced with sports related injuries. "Doc, if you had to guess, what do you think is wrong with her knee?"

"I'll give you my guess, but don't hold me to it if the specialist comes back with something different."

"I won't."

"Okay. Not ligament damage like the initial injury. Her knee is too stable for even level two ligament damage. But still there is the pain and sometimes swelling. I'd say a cartilage problem."

"And if that's the case, what are the options and recovery time?"

Mikami thought for a moment. "Very likely fixable with keyhole surgery. Will mean a lot of initial pain again after surgery, and rehab. Recovery time? Six weeks at best. Maybe six months at worst if it's a real mess in there."

Six months. Fuck, Jay thought. As was often the case, his mind fixated on the worst scenario he was presented with. Losing Clem for six months would be a big problem creatively. Three months or less they could get away with.

"Thanks, Doc," he said, satisfied that he had gotten what he could from her. "Let me know about that appointment."

With that, he left the office. Next he was off to meet up with Alexa, Raquel, Kylie and WWE's backstage interviewer Jackie Redmond in the parking garage. That was where his, or their, first scene of the night was going to take place.

He found them all there waiting for him, since he was a few minutes late. They didn't seem to have noticed since they were all standing in a group, chatting away. It no doubt helped Alexa a lot that she was already a familiar face backstage.

"Ladies," he said in greeting, offering a friendly smile to Raquel and an encouraging look to Alexa. "Sorry to keep you waiting. A million and one things to do, you know how it is. Jackie O, how are you?"

Jay didn't know how the interviewer had ended up with the same nickname as JFK's wife, but he was willing to use it since most other people did.

"Doing good thanks, Jay. We were just talking over this segment. Think we've got it down."

"That's good," Jay said. Having experienced people in the form of Raquel and Jackie involved to offset the inexperience of Kylie and Alexa helped a lot. "So you all know what's going to happen. Jackie will be introduced by the commentary team, saying she's in the parking lot with Raquel Gonzalez and Kylie Estevez. Jackie will attempt to question you on whether you're waiting for Clementine to arrive, which is what everyone will assume. That's when the limo pulls in and parks nearby."

"And I'm inside," Alexa said, excitement showing through more than nervousness. That was a good sign.

"Right. Raquel, you'll go over and open the door. We'll have the camera positioned so that the viewers can't see who's getting out until Alexa steps clear of the door. That's when Herrmann will drop his 'That's Mrs Final Boss' line on commentary."

"I love it," Alexa said, beaming. But what Jay noticed was Raquel giving him a 'she's going to be fine' look. He appreciated having his best friend working close to Alexa, and he had already asked her to help where possible if and when Clem wasn't around, and she had agreed.

The group chatted for a few more minutes, but Jay was conscious that he had to get to his next task, and the women had to go see the ladies in the makeup area who would glam them up for the show. He wanted to speak to Alexa before she did that though.

"Alexa, would you walk with me?"

"Of course," she said, and joined him as he made his way back into the building.

"How are you finding it? You look like you're doing fine."

"Having a blast to be honest, but I don't have to speak in the arena in front of the people tonight. That's what I'll be nervous about."

"I'm glad you're having fun. Is there anything I can do to help you at all? If there is, please ask."

Alexa smiled appreciatively. "Really, I'm fine. I do appreciate the offer though. You know, you're very good with everyone. All I see is people receptive, calm, focused, around you. Sorry, it's probably not my place to say that. Can't help noticing the body language, you know?"

For once, Jay liked hearing analysis from the human lie detector machine. If that was what she saw, then he must be good at his job. It was when feeling that way that people would do their best work. "Probably not appropriate, no. But thank you for letting me know anyway. Listen, I want to talk to you about Clem."

"Oh?"

"I've arranged for her to see a specialist for a scan and consultation on her knee. It'll be one day next week. I'll confirm specifics when I have them."

Alexa stopped walking, and when Jay looked at her he saw that she was on the verge of tears.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you! I hope they can do something for her. Some days she'll work out and afterwards she's hurting so much, it breaks my heart. All I want to do is help her, but there's nothing I can do."

It was a profound moment for Jay. It was easy for him to think of Alexa as a human lie detector machine. And she was scary for that reason. But she was a person too. A person with dreams, ambitions, concerns, needs, vulnerabilities, just like anyone else. She had trusted him when she needed someone to help her take care of her fiancée. She had relied on him. And he had delivered. It felt good. He wasn't going to verbalise any of that though, so he kept his response simple.

"Don't thank me. I wish Clem had come to me herself sooner."

"She wouldn't do that. Almost never complains to me about it, let alone someone here. Besides, we're in Wrestlemania season. There's no way she would have been given any kind of surgery until that's over. Even I know that."

"True," he had to admit. Even under Erin's regime, having Clem miss Wrestlemania when she was able to work was not going to happen. "Well, next week we'll know where we stand. One thing I can tell you is she hasn't blown her knee out again because she wouldn't be able to work out at all if she had. Our Doc thinks it might be a cartilage problem that could require keyhole surgery. Don't hold me to that though."

"That doesn't sound like the worst news imaginable, if it's true. Have you spoken to Clem about this yet?"

"Not yet." And I've not spoken to Erin either, he suddenly thought, realising how far off the reservation he was. Going around arranging surgeries for people that would leave them on the injured list for months was not even close to part of the job role he had been given. Next stop, Erin's office.

"When you do, could you please make it seem like this was an idea you and the doctor had if possible? Don't lie to her, but leave me out if you can. I know Clem, and it'll hurt her pride if she knows I had to come ask you to help her."

"Sure," he said. The master of figuring out when people were not being honest didn't want him to be honest. In a way, Jay was glad about that. It made it easier for him to see Alexa as a person, not some FBI robot who was going to tear his life apart and examine each and every thing that had ever happened in it.

"Thanks again, Jay. This means a lot to me. Now we just pray for good news."

"Right," he said, meaning more the good news part than they praying. "I've got to get on, Alexa. I'll check in with you again before the show."

They parted ways and Jay made his way to Erin's office. On the way, he decided how he was going to play the conversation that was coming. She wanted him to take more responsibility and use his initiative in helping her run the company. That was what he had done, and that was how he was going to present it to her. And he wasn't going to mention what Mikami had said about her. That would only hurt her feelings.

Timing was in his favour again. Just as he was approaching Erin's office, Kelly Severide came out.

"Sorry, I got next," Jay said to one of the male wrestlers, who was at the front of the line of four people waiting to see the boss. He knocked the door as he went in.

"Oh, hey," Erin said, getting up from behind the small desk that she had to use every Monday in this temporary office setup. Her assistant Carla was in the room too, but she knew by now to leave when Jay came in, so she did it without being instructed.

"Hey yourself," Jay said as he briefly hugged Erin and gave her a peck on the cheek. "You've got a line out there so I'll be quick."

"When don't I have a line?" she grumbled. "I've had about enough of people coming to me about things that they should take to Severide. I just told him to get a memo out and make sure it stops. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

Just go for it, Jay told himself. "Wanted to let you know I've taken responsibility for something. Clem's still struggling with her knee, even with the light schedule. I've asked Mikami to set up an appointment with a specialist next week. Her guess is cartilage damage. If she's right, we're looking at keyhole surgery and six weeks to six months out, I'm told. We need to get it done for her, so I'm thinking we'll schedule the surgery, assuming Mikami is right, for the week after Wrestlemania?"

Erin's surprise registered on her face. "You've sorted all this before speaking to me?"

"Yes. Like I said, I took responsibility for it. All I need is your go ahead, then I can fill Clem in on the plan."

She chewed that over for a moment. Jay waited to see if he was going to get a positive or negative reaction.

"Losing Clem for six months would be bad. But if she needs surgery, she needs surgery," was the eventual response. There was resignation in her tone, before it became more positive. "Thanks for taking ownership of the situation and dealing with it. If only more people would do that around here."

"No need to thank me. It's my job," he said with a smile, feeling happy about her reaction, and also happy because he felt like he had already achieved a lot today. Yet there was even more to do before the show.

"When you're done with the line, I need to see you out in the arena to go over Clem's big debut. Or return. Whatever you want to call it. We need to get the camera shots and all of that just right. I have a plan that I need to talk over with you."

"I'll text you when I can meet you," she said, sounding and looking stressed.

Jay moved around behind her to massage her shoulders. "You're uptight. Just get through tonight's show, and I'll make sure to de-stress you tonight. We'll have that big hotel suite all to ourselves."

"Is that a promise?" she asked softly, enjoying the massage, even though it was only going to be a quick one.

"It is. One I'll enjoy keeping."

A/N: The night is not done by a long stretch, but I decided to put a cut in here.