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Chapter Six – Locked in a Not So Paradise.

Sometimes Emma preferred the house shows over Raw and Smackdown. It almost felt like her indie days. Almost. But it was nice to wrestle without having twelve cameras on you, once in awhile. And it was nice to interact with the fans some more. You didn't get much of an opportunity to do that on the main shows. Emma adored her fans—she was always so amazed with how many she had.

Tonight's live show was in Pennsylvania at the GIANT Center. Her match tonight was going to be against Aksana.

She and Aksana had a bit of history. Well, it was more like Emma's head had been out of the game and the raven-haired woman bitch slapped her in front of a live crowd in their last encounter. Emma wasn't one to hold grudges, but she was still a little bitter about it.

The match didn't last very long. Not to say Aksana wasn't a challenging opponent, but Emma was more determined tonight and in the end she easily fought the Lithuanian to the mat and caught her in a Emma Lock. The dark haired diva tapped out not too long after she was put in the submission move.

Afterwards, she went to go interact with the fans, laughing as they mimicked her dance. Sometimes she truly believed the best part of being a wrestler was the fans reactions. It was amazing how you could have such an affect on a complete stranger's life. It was inspiring!

Feeling giddy with excitement, she waved goodbye to her fans when she was signaled that her time was up and she practically skipped backstage.

Though she knew he hadn't seen the match, she wanted to talk to Dean about it. The whole bar incident had been a few weeks ago, and things seemingly went back to the way they were between them.

Well, as normal as things could be with Emma and Dean.

The Authority would have insulted Dean if he cared at all for material things, but he could admit that assigning them this closet of a room to be their locker room was pure bullshit. It was cramped and the door couldn't even close without locking, leaving whomever inside to be trapped until someone opened it from the outside. He wasn't complaining, though—throughout the majority of his indie years, he's had worse rooms than this. Most of the time, he hadn't even been given a room. This was a luxury.

What did have him ticked off, however, was the fact that he was stuck without a match tonight. Roman and Seth had a match tonight against Rybaxel, and he had nothing. Sure, it was just a house show but he needed to be doing something. He needed to be wrestling. The moment he walked in to any arena, he needed to be wrestling. But instead he was stuck in this crappy locker room, bored out of his mind and trying to figure out Roman's cell phone.

Of course, that was something he shouldn't be doing. Roman has threatened him countless times to not 'touch his damn things', but when Dean Ambrose was bored, a little bit of danger always helped him through it. Besides, what Roman didn't know wouldn't hurt him—and was it really his fault if Roman didn't password protect his phone?

Boredom and Dean Ambrose were never a good mix. He didn't even like high tech electronics like Roman's phone so he didn't even have the slightest clue what exactly he was going with it. He just didn't understand why he couldn't have a match tonight. He was the United States Champion! He deserved a match. He wouldn't have cared whom it was against. Hell, he even take on Santino…

That wasn't a bad idea now that he thought about it. He wouldn't mind beating the crap out of Santino. Not even a blind person could deny the fact that the fake Italian had a thing for Emma. A big thing for her. Sure, Emma and Santino don't work together anymore, but he could see that little creep checking her out from afar. Wasn't the guy like over forty or something? Didn't he have better things to do than creep on younger women? He would have no issues teaching him a lesson…

Dean nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard the door close. He looked up and—speak of the devil—there was Emma, sweaty from just finishing her match and grinning at him excitedly. He almost smiled back before he remember that the door was now shut. "Oh shit."

Her grin slid away and was replaced with worry. "What?"

"The door's shut." He stated, only causing more confusion on Emma's part.

She looked back at the closed door briefly before returning her gaze on him, eyebrow raised. "Ah… ya, it is."

He quickly set Roman's phone aside and sprung to his feet, making a beeline for the door. His hand twisted the doorknob tightly, but to no avail. It was, as they had been warned, locked. "Shit!" He cursed, kicking the door.

"Dean," Emma's soft voice caused him to turn his attention back to her and she looked utterly concerned. "What's going on?"

He sighed, roughly running a hand through his fringe of blonde curls. "The damn door is broken and it only opens from the outside."

"Oh," She responded in a small voice and Dean could've sworn she went a little pale.

This wouldn't be the first time the lunatic fringe has been locked in a room, so that wasn't why he was freaking out so much on the inside. No, it was because he was locked in a small room with Emma. This blonde Australian who's consumed his mind since he and his teammates were forced to work with her. Who was sweaty from her match and her hair a little messy and askew. Who was still dressed in one of her bright little wrestling attires and he could get a wonderful view of most of her tanned smooth skin. Who was biting down on her bottom lip in a nervous habit of hers.

Not to mention it was suddenly damn hot in this room.

He could already feel the walls closing in on him and he wanted nothing more than to break this useless door down and make a run for it. His hands twitched as something inside of him screamed at him to touch her and feel just how soft her skin was. He balled them into fists to keep himself from doing so.

"I'm sorry." Emma interrupted his train of thought again.

Dean blinked once. "What?"

"For closing the door."

He blinked again and shook his head. "You didn't know it was broken."

"Yeah, but—"

"It's not your fault, so stop apologizing!" He snapped at her. He instantly regretted, but he couldn't stand her apologizing for something that was so obviously not her fault.

However, Emma didn't seem offended by his attitude. If anything, she was just a little shocked and even more concerned. "Are you alright?" She questioned, gently resting her hand on his arm.

Dean's muscles tensed beneath her palm but she didn't remove it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her touch—in fact, it was the opposite. He enjoyed it too much.

When she didn't receive an answer from him, Emma frowned. "Are you… are you claustrophobic?" She assumed. Her cousin had that phobia and Dean sort of resembled their symptoms.

He let out a breath and shrugged. He could work with that. "Something like that. I just… I don't like being stuck in one place and not being able to do anything… I need to be in constant movement… or something." Fucking Christ, I sound like a moron!

But Emma nodded in understanding and finally removed her hand from his arm. That spot suddenly felt cold to him and tried ignoring that fact. "Well, how about we call Seth or Roman so they can come open the door?" She suggested, but only frowned again when Dean shook his head.

"Nah. They're heading out for their match and their phones are in here."

"Oh," Emma was practically pouting and he had to look away. This wasn't a great time to witness how cute she was. He didn't know how to deal with cute women who are steadily taking over his mind. "I would call Nikki, but she said her phone was dead when she got here and last I saw her she was looking to borrow someone's charger."

Dean just nodded jaw clenching slightly. He could handle being locked in this room for the fifteen to twenty minutes before Roman and Seth came back from their match. It shouldn't take them longer than that. He'd be fine. He's Dean Ambrose—he could handle anything! At least, that's what he told himself constantly.

An awkward silence filled the room. Dean was looking at anything but Emma, and she was shifting on her feet and watching him. It was suffocating them. The Aussie was quick to change that.

"So… what were you doing before I came along and trapped us in here?" She asked smiling sheepishly.

Despite himself inwardly freaking out over the fact that his stomach was doing stupid flip-flops over her sheepishness, he smiled back at her. "I was messing around with Roman's phone."

Her smile grew amused. "What exactly were you doing with it?"

Dean shrugged. "Not a clue. The only thing I know how to do is make a phone call and some texting. I couldn't even figure those out on that contraption."

Emma suddenly burst out laughing causing Dean to frown. "What?"

"You sound like such an old man." She snorted rather unpleasantly, but even that somehow endeared him. "Like one of those grumpy old men who are so angry about technology and who go on about how 'back in my day' we did this or that."

Dean pouted mockingly. He wasn't really upset, however. He knew he could be an old crankster sometimes, even at age twenty-eight. "I'm an old soul, what do you want from me?"

She laughed again and he found that he really liked how much he could make her do that. It was like music to his ears. "You're not an old soul, Dean. Well, maybe a little bit, but not a lot."

His brows furrowed together. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you should let me teach you how to use a modern day cellphone." She told him more than suggested.

He made a face at her. "I don't wanna learn how to use them."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Stop being such an old fart. We'll be stuck in here for however long. This will give us something to do."

Dean found himself nodding in agreement before he even thought about it. "Alright, Blondie, but don't try to get me into that Twitter crap. They made me make an account and I never used it. Don't even know where to begin with that shit."

The blonde woman smiled and patted his arm, a sympathetic look on her face. "Let's take this one step at a time. Twitter would be too complicated for a beginning like you."

He pretended to be offended. "Thanks a lot."

It was almost twenty minutes later when Seth and Roman entered the gorilla returning from their match. The match was overall challenging—Ryback and Axel were fierce competitors, but in the end the two Shield members were victorious. Afterwards they spent a good portion of time interacting with the fans and signing some autographs. It was always fun to interact with the fans like that—especially with the kids. In the beginning it had been odd, but it was uplifting to have kids look at you like you were some kind of hero.

And it was a little strange, too, because for the first year and half of coming to the big leagues, they were hated. Now everyone saw them sticking up for what was actually right. Now everyone eagerly waited to see them. It was nice.

What wasn't so nice was that massive clothesline Ryback did on Seth. Now his neck was cramped like a bitch, which was why his hand rubbed the back of it while he and Roman headed towards their locker room.

"Why's the door shut?" Roman questioned, stopping short a few feet in front of the door and Seth almost bumped into him.

Seth eyed him in contempt for a split moment before his friend's words finally registered. "What?"

"The door is shut… please don't tell me that idiot locked himself in there." Roman muttered charging up to the door and almost slamming it open.

Both Roman and Seth stood in the doorway in shock at the sight they were greeted with. There was Dean and Emma sitting on the floor side by side, arms touching and her leg thrown over his crossed legs. And they were… giggling. No one, especially his teammates, ever thought they would see Dean Ambrose giggling like a little girl.

"What in the hell is going on?" Roman's voice boomed into the room.

Dean and Emma's laughter immediately subsided and they both looked up, smiling like idiots. "Hey, guys!" Emma greeted them cheerfully. "We got stuck in here so we were just biding our time until you came back."

"Yeah, took you guys fucking long enough, by the way." Dean stated, standing up and Emma followed suit.

"We didn't know you got yourself trapped in here." Seth countered. "We told you that the door was broken."

"Yeah, well, Blondie over here," he nodded over to Emma who made a face at him, "didn't get the memo."

Emma feigned a downright offended expression. "Excuse me, but how on earth was I supposed to know you lot got such a shit room that not even the door works properly?"

Dean was about to retort, but Roman interrupted, "Is that my phone?" The Samoan asked, glaring at the phone in Dean's hand.

The two blondes looked to each other nervously. Emma stepped up to Roman, looking to explain everything to the glaring man.

"Ah, well, you see the thing is—oh! I just remembered I had something to do. See you guys later!" Emma exclaimed suddenly, maneuvering herself around Roman quickly, waving at Seth and then powerwalking out of the room leaving Dean behind to face Roman's wrath alone.

The lunatic's mouth was slightly ajar as the little Australian left him to the wolves—or wolf in this instance. "Traitor." He muttered. He get back at her for that, later. Dean turned his attention to Roman who still looked angry, but also kind of amused over Emma's actions. Dean just shrugged. "We were stuck in here and we were bored. She was teaching me how to use the contraption that's your phone."

"You actually let her teach you how to use a proper cellphone?" Seth inquired, an amused grin on his face. "Are you trying to become the normal day man, Dean?"

Dean looked disgusted. "Hell no. We were stuck in here and bored. I still get half the shit that's on this thing." He retorted, holding up Roman's phone to which the bigger man quickly snatched out of his hand before any damage could be done.

"Did you two do anything to it?" Roman asked eyes narrowed at Dean.

"No," Dean answered, his smile a bit too mischievous, "but we did see the picture of your hair all done up with a pretty little headband."

Roman's jaw clenched as Seth started laughing. "My daughter was bored that day and she wanted to do my hair. If you were a father you'd understand." He stated firmly, grabbing his bag off the floor and turned towards Seth, addressing him, "And no, you are never going to see the picture so don't bother asking." With that, he walked out of the locker room.

Dean grinned at Seth, "I had Emma send the picture to you."

Now dressed in his civilian clothes, Seth Rollins walked into the parking garage, duffel bag over one shoulder and his suitcase rolling behind him. He was without Dean and Roman, telling his friends that he had some business to take care of and he was getting a ride from someone else.

It didn't take him long to find Nikki Bella standing against her car, playing around on her cellphone.

"You know, you should've waited in the car. I would've found you." Seth told her once he stood in front of her.

She looked up from her phone and tilted her head to the side. "Why's that?"

Seth blinked at her. "Because it's the middle of the night, it's dark, and anyone could just grab you."

Nikki stared at him for a second before laughing. "I'm a professional wrestler, Seth. I think I could handle it if someone just grabbed me."

He rolled his eyes. "Not if you're distracted by your phone. You're not going to see anyone coming. You didn't even see me coming and I was right in front of you."

It was Nikki's turn to roll her eyes. "Alright, mother, I'll be more careful next time. But for your information, I can take on anyone even if they sneak attack me."

He shook his head. "Whatever you say." He dropped his duffel bag to the ground when his neck began to cramp up again. "Mind if I put these in your trunk? My neck is killing me."

She narrowed her eyes at him in concern, but she nodded without argument and opened up her car trunk. She watched Seth carefully place them inside before addressing the issue. "What's wrong with your neck?"

Seth closed the trunk, touching the back of his neck and wincing slightly. "Ryback gave a pretty mean clothesline earlier. Thought it would take my head right off." He replied, chuckling softly and letting his hand fall back to his side.

Without thinking, Nikki reached out and touched the back of his neck, her fingertips rubbing soft circles into his skin. Seth almost jumped at the contact, not expecting her touch to warm his skin all over. He looked down at her and their eyes met. He held her gaze and he couldn't explain why his heart started beating so fast, and he didn't want to take the time to think about it right now because her fingers felt nice on his neck and it was beginning not to feel so bad anymore.

As if suddenly realizing what she was doing, Nikki quickly pulled her hand back to her side. "Oh, um… sorry. I was just trying out something a trainer in Mexico taught me."

Seth licked his lips trying to find his voice. "That's… that's alright. It felt good… I mean, it helped ease the pain."

She nodded once. "Alright… well, let's get out of here." She said, moving around the car to get into the drivers seat.

It took Seth a second too long to gather his bearings and get himself into the passengers seat, but soon enough they were exiting the parking garage. It was when they just drove out of the garage that Nikki spoke and broke the silence surrounding them.

"So, how did our plan work out tonight?" The Bella twin asked not taking her eyes off the road.

Seth actually managed to smile now. "Pretty well, actually. You were right, Emma went to the room after her match and they got stuck in the room." He responded, shaking his head. "When Rome and me got in there after our match, they were giggling like two teenage girls."

"Dean giggled?" Nikki asked in disbelief.

He laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, we were pretty shocked about it, too. But it's true. They were sitting on the floor, looking through Roman's phone, and giggling. I guess Emma just brings out that side of him."

"Proving my point that they're meant to be together!" Nikki exclaimed and Seth smiled again, shaking his head.

"I know, I know. You're the master of seeing the signs before anyone else does." He said sarcastically.

"You're damn right I am." She responded haughtily making him laugh again.

"By the way, how were you able to change it up so we got that shit room?" He asked, eyeing her curiously as she drove.

Nikki just smiled, quickly glancing over at him. "I have my ways, Rollins. Don't worry your pretty little head over it."

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked. "You think I'm pretty."

She snorted, "Don't pretend like you don't know that you're pretty."

"Well, I'd argue that I'm devilishly handsome." He joked causing them both to laugh. Their laughter soon died down and silence filled the car again. Seth's head was turned towards her and he watched her as he drove. If she noticed, she didn't make a comment on it or seem uncomfortable by it. "So… Cena doesn't have a problem with us driving together?"

Nikki frowned deeply and the mood of the car seemed to go sour. Seth suddenly regretted asking the question. "He doesn't know you're driving with me."

"Oh." Seth almost whispered. He didn't really know how to respond to that. He guessed it should've been obvious that Cena wouldn't know about their arrangement. He didn't think he and Nikki would be seeing much of each other if he did.

The brunette sighed and simply stated, "John and I got into a fight last night."

He blinked and didn't say anything at first. He didn't know what he was expecting. He imagined Nikki Bella was happy in her relationship with John Cena. She's always wearing his merch and he remembered her once saying how John was the love of her life. But all couples got into fights, right?

"Um… do you want to talk about it?" He asked her in a gentle tone, implying that if she didn't want to, he was totally fine with that.

Nikki shook her head. "Just the same old argument. We want different things…"

His eyebrows furrowed together. "Are you guys breaking up?"

She chuckled softly and once again shook her head. "No. Like always, I'll make the sacrifices and he doesn't have to worry about a thing."

Seth didn't say anything more about John Cena after that. He didn't really get what was going on, but it was clear that Nikki wasn't really happy in her relationship and she was just holding on for the sake of it.

It was beginning to dawn on Seth that she may be doing this whole thing with Dean and Emma to ignore her own relationship problems. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to confront her about it.

A/N: Oh my god, I FINALLY updated. THIS IS MADNESS! Haha, sorry it took me so long. Writers block and a million other story ideas can be a real bitch sometimes. So, how did you all like Nikki and Seth's first plan? Which was pretty much locking the two of them in a small room together! Also, you got some nice Nikki/Seth bonding! And trust me, it's only going to get deeper and deeper for those two just like it is with Dean and Emma. So, prepare yourselves!

I'm going to try and get the next chapter up by next week. Right now I have to focus on finishing the third chapter to 'Two Minutes to Change'.

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