A/N: Okay so before any of you read this, i just wanted to say that this is a test run. meaning that i'm just trying this out, i'm not entirely sure if i'm going to keep writing this story. This idea just kind a pop in my head, it is based on some true events. Also i want to add that the Dean/Emma pairing are odd, but i like weird and out of place things, it makes life interesting. Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy this, if you want me to honestly continue then review, fav and follow.

P.S. I don't own anyone at all

"Turn to the left"

She huffed in frustration, the flash from the camera almost giving her a headache from the brightness. She never thought she would be in this predicament…ever. Emma Dashwood was supposed to enjoy her day off, run a few errands, and do some interviews, the usual boring stuff but this she had not expected. She had goals set that she wanted to accomplish, but getting arrested was not one of them; especially if the crime was shoplifting. This was her day off for crying out loud and here she was taking a mug shot with the Connecticut police. After the booking process was over, she was put into a cell. She assumed that other people would be there to, but definitely not the person that was standing in front of her at that very moment.

"Ambrose?" she said with confusion clear in her tone. What in the world was he doing in here?

He glanced towards her, a tooth pick hanging lazily in his mouth. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?" she asked him curiously

He smirked mockingly. "I could ask you the same damn thing"

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "It's a long and stupid story, not sure if you would really like to hear it"

He cocked his head to the side as if to think about his answer. Did he really care? No. Was he curious? Yes. More so, he was interested in knowing why was she here? She looked far too innocent to do any major crime, but then again looks could be deceiving.

"Enlighten me" he said

Her eyebrows shot up in surprised. She would have never thought that Dean Ambrose would actually care about anything that didn't have any benefit towards him.

"My best mate from my hometown sends me a gift for my b-day, an IPad. But of course he's a cheapskate and forgets to buy the case as well and those things are very fragile so I didn't want to walk around without one" she took a seat next to him while she continued " So I went to Walmart to buy a case, no bigge right? Wrong! Because next thing I know I'm being tackled to the ground by security while they phone the police, talking about I was shop lifting!" she shouted annoyed

"Did you?"

"NO!" she shouted again " I merely forgot to pay, I was using one of those self-check out things, I was in a hurry"

"Uh-huh" he responded unconvinced with her story.

She gave him a confused look. "What do you mean uh-huh? You don't believe me? You calling me a liar?" she accused

He chuckled lightly at her haughtiness. "No darlin, calm down no need to get all post menstrual on me"

She looked at him for a few seconds, and then shook her head in displeasure. She had heard rumors that Dean Ambrose was…vulgar, but she never expected this.

"That's not very nice" She replied in a matter of fact tone

"It's not?" he said dryly

Emma was beginning to wonder, what the hell was his problem? They had never really spoken to each other, just a head nod here and a hello there. But her first impression of him so far was not going well.

"Don't be that way Ambrose, people might start to think that you're mean, and mean people never get far in life" she lectured with a playful smile on her face.

"Really?, last time I checked I couldn't give a rats ass what people's opinions are" he announced coldly with a bored look on his face

Emma frowned at his words; he was such a negative person. Why? She didn't know, but she would like to help him with that. She scooted closer to him.

"I think your lying" she said with a knowing smile

He glared at her. "The fuck are you talking about?"

She grinned. "I think you're lying, you do care what people think" he didn't say anything to that, the glare on his face turned into a scowl.

"Fuck you" he said harshly as he got up from the bench.

Emma signed; Dean Ambrose was a difficult one. He seemed to always be in a foul mood. He needed someone positive in his life, perhaps a good friend.

"I don't think that would be appropriate at this time, but maybe if you're nicer we can make out later" she joked

He smirked at her comments. She had a lot of balls to say that to him….he liked that.

"Trust me sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to handle Dean Ambrose in the bedroom"

She laughed lightly with a grin on her face. "You never know" she drawled out

Now it was he's turn to be surprised. "Now I think you're lying, nobody can be as good as me"

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Whatever"

They got quiet for a minute, Emma looking around the cell, taking in the appearance of it all. It was small, simple not exactly like what you saw in the movies. She glanced over to Dean; he was leaning against the bars, his hair messy as usual and all over his face. She thought he looked good like that.

"So how did you get in here?, beat someone up?" she asked

He chuckled. His reputations precede him. He swiftly turned towards her. With an amused look on his face.

"Nope" he replied quickly

"Does it have anything to do with Seth? She asked seriously

This question made him tense up, she figured that this was still a sore subject. She had a feeling that's why he was acting all snappy. That was the cause of all his anger; of course she doubted that he would ever admit it. He turned away from her and proceeds not to answer any of her questions. Dean Ambrose was a mysterious individual, that much she knew. But he was also Boorish, that's the type of person that he appeared to be. But she knew better than that, there was good in everyone. He was just hurting; the shield had been together for almost 3 years. They were best friends; they each consider themselves to be brothers. Well except for Seth.

"I know that you're angry but it's really rude to ignore people" she noted; she got up from the bench standing next to him.

"Excuses me, you-hoo" she shrieked irritatingly to the cop sitting at the desk

His eye's shot up from his computer; an exasperated look was on his face.

"What?" he asked her clearly annoyed

She smiled. "Isn't it time for my one phone call?"

The police officer gave her a confused look. But she continued talking

"I know I get one phone call, I've seen it a zillion times in movies, and I'm pretty sure that your breaking the law right now by not letting me have it"

"Does this look like a movie kid?, it depends on the crime. You asked for a lawyer, and that's what you'll get" The police officer informed her

She pouted. "Oh" he also seemed to be in a bad mood. She juggled her body from left to right, not really wanting to sit back down yet. She was so bored in this stupid cell, she wondered if Dean would play cards with her.

"Wanna play a game?" she asked Dean

"No" He said coldly

"Ah come on Ambrose, we'll have so much fun!" she insisted "We'll play 21 questions, come on you know you want to, you can ask me anything and I will answer, but no lying okay? I know that's your shtick but….."

"Alright" he interrupted "I'll play if you shut the fuck up"

She jumped up and down excited; she knew she could get him to agree to this. They would be good friends in no time.

"Okay I'll start" she said, flipping her long blonde hair to the side casually. " okay I'll make the first question simple since your probably a rookie, What's it like being really tall? Is it fun? Is it boring? Do you get to bully everyone? "

He huffed in annoyance. Was this his hell? Being stuck in a cell with one of the strangest Women in WWE?

"It's okay I guess" he finally replied

"Cool, so did you ever have any girl friends that were really short? Did you have to pick them up?"

"Uh if 5 feet is considered short, then yeah I guess" he said casually

"Nice, okay now it's your turn"

"What's your favorite position?" he asked with a smirk on his face, maybe now she would calm down and stop being so damn annoying.

She gaped at him; she didn't think that he would ask her that. At least not out and about in a police station; she looked toward the mean cop that she talked to earlier, he didn't seem to care about their conversation.

"Well, I guess it would have to be between Cork Screw and Russian Ballerina" she stated

Dean grinned. He didn't think she was actually going to answer that. Or that she knew specific names. She interrupted his thoughts.

"What's the first thing you thought about when you saw me?" she asked him sweetly. She assumed that he would say that she was fun

He arched an eyebrow at her question. She was definitely bold for asking that, most people wouldn't want to ever know.

He shrugged casually. "I thought you were hot"

She grinned. "Really, I thought you were an alien, cause you're just so damn tall"

"Shut up" he said playfully "Any special talents?"

She shifted her head to the side, trying to think carefully about this one. Well she in fact did, but she wasn't so sure if she wanted to tell him this one.

"I can fit 250 straws in my mouth" she said as if it was no big deal.

Dean eye's grew big. "How the hell do you know that?" he asked in disbelief

She giggled. "Oh there was a world record I was trying to beat, this lady could fit 500 straws in her mouth!"

He laughed lightly. He found her to be weird but in a good way. They went back and forth for a while, she was trying to gain his trust so that he could finally answer the question that he refused to answer earlier.

"So Ambrose, how did you end up here?" she asked him again.

His face went cold and he looked kind of pissed. He knew that she was going to eventually ask him this question; it was just a matter of time.

"It's a long story" he mimicked her from before

She smiled up at him. "I got time, as you can tell there are not exactly a lot of places we can go right now"

He shrugged his shoulders, and then got up. He started pacing back and forth in their small cell. He was anxious. She was worried. It must have been that bad.

"I made…." He started then was cut off instantly by a voice.

"Hey Blondie, your lawyer is here, you posted bail" the annoyed police officer from earlier said, he unlocked the door, the bars making a loud screeching sound. It made her wince a little.

"What about Dean?" she asked the officer

"Do I look like his mother to you? He didn't request a lawyer, he stays for the night" the officer stated

She pouted at his answer and his timing. Dean was finally going to open up to her until he interrupted; she was really starting to hate Connecticut. Before she headed back to her freedom, she looked back at Dean. He didn't seem that bothered by this information. Which confused her, did he want to stay in prison? Dean Ambrose was a hard headed one. But she would break that real soon. He grinned cutely at her as she walked away.

A/N: Oh and one more thing i would like to add, another reason why i am writing this is because my real name is Emma, so i figured if there is anyone who should be writing this pair, it should be me lol.