*I sincerely apologize for my hiatus but thank you for not abandoning this story! I was so excited to start writing it and I'm excited for things to get heated up. Although, this story is for you guys. Let me know if I should continue or abandon it. I just feel like this story would be so much better if I was more of a talented writer!*

After that near fateful night in the playroom the couple had been closer than ever. It continued to amaze Dean how Isabella was willing to risk her life to prove her devotion to him - a mile Renee was never willing to go. In those thirty seconds that droned on like minutes where Dean truly believed the ravenette was going to die, or already had, made him come to his senses and realize that he can no longer push her away in fear that she would leave him.

Their relationship was ludicrous, really. How can you love someone that you've only known for a few days so much that you're willing to risk your life to prove it? And how can you love someone that you've only known for a few days so much that you feel like your whole world is crashing down on you when that proof is taken too far? Those series of events were rather crazy but that seems to be the perfect word to describe Dean's entire life so he wasn't going to start complaining now, especially not when he had a beautiful girl to call his.

Isabella let out a sigh of boredom and turned to Dean, her dainty fingers curling around his hand. "Can we go somewhere? I'm sick of being stuck in this house." It's not like Dean's company wasn't satisfactory enough but Isabella would be lying if she said she didn't miss going out to eat or to the movies.

"You know we can't do that. If I get seen with you in public then I'll immediately be the prime suspect in your kidnapping." Dean hated having to keep her locked up in his home but there wasn't much he could do. There's no way in hell Ambrose would risk going back to prison.

The girl's shoulders slumped and she appeared to be in deep thought. Suddenly her eyes grew and she got on her knees to face Dean, a wide grin on her face. "Why don't you throw a party?" She exclaimed excitedly.

Dean looked at her incredulously. "A party?" She nodded. "I don't know.. I'm more of a quiet, run-down bar type of guy."

Isabella pouted and straddled Dean's thighs. "Please?" She asked sensually, dragging out the word. His hands gripped her hips as she placed warm kisses along his neck, her hands slowly running up and down his toned chest.

Ambrose stifled a moan as her hand gripped his half-hard cock. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing." He mumbled, hands trailing down to grip her ass. Her fingers skimmed across his denim trapped length, applying just enough pressure to make Dean feel like he was going to burst out of his jeans. This girl was cruel.

Isabella giggled and gently bit at the skin on his neck. "Is it working?"

Dean could tell that there was a devilish grin on her face as she worked her way up to his jaw, tauntingly close to his lips. "Y'know," He began, voice low with arousal. "I have half a mind to bend you over this couch and punish you for teasing me like this." Dean slapped her ass hard to add emphasis of what was to come if she continued to toy with him and rolled his hips into her, eliciting a moan from the girl.

She pulled back, looking down at him with that same devious smile. Dean couldn't tell what was thinking but it was clear that the gears were turning. In a flash she leaped from the couch. "You'll have to catch me first!" She taunted before running out of the living room and down the hall. Dean smiled to himself before going after her, following her adorable laugh across the house and into his office.

As he entered he could hear Isabella's poorly muffled giggles coming from the closet but chose to prolong his search for the rambunctious girl. "Isabella.." He sang, slowly moving around the room. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Isabella placed both hands over her mouth to stifle more giggles, her heart rapidly pounding in her chest. "Hm, maybe she's under the desk.." Dean pondered aloud as he rubbed his scruffy chin. He pulled out the leather desk chair and peeked beneath the desk, looking over towards the closet as he heard movement. Pushing the chair back in, Dean slowly and quietly made his way over to the closet. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse more than he cared to admit.

In a flash he tugged the doors open and grinned at a crouched Isabella. She let out a surprised yelp and ran underneath Dean's outstretched arm only to be caught around the waist before she even got close to the door. The two collided and fell to the floor with a thud, Dean's body pinning Isabella beneath him. She giggled softly as she stared into his eyes, blushing at the grin on his face and the way he moved one hand from beside her head to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. They stared at one another for some time, the only sounds emitting from their bodies being heavy breaths from the impromptu game of hide-and-go-seek. This was strange for Dean for he had never done such an innocent, playful thing with a significant other. What they just did was something you'd see in a corny chick flick and if you had told Ambrose he was going to be happily chasing a girl around the house like a lovesick puppy he would have said you were fucking insane. Though with Isabella, doing such activities felt right and as he stared into her sparkling blue eyes he felt at home.

"So..." Isabella trailed off, her hands lightly gripping Dean's t-shirt. The man above her looked down inquisitively with a small, seemingly everlasting smile on his face. "Is that a yes for the party?"

Dean laughed and stood up, extending a hand to help Isabella back onto her feet. He sighed somewhat playfully. "Hell, why not?" More laughter could be heard as the ravenette all but leaped into Dean's arms with excitement and kissed nearly every inch
of his face.

They were so cute it was disgusting... And Dean loved every moment of it.

Roman had been at Punk's for almost a week now, only leaving the small home to retrieve clothing and other necessities. The two friends worked day in and day out trying to find the whereabouts of Seth Rollins, Hunter Helmsley, and Wade Barrett. Those three men had to have been in contact with Isabella or at least know where she was being kept so if one, or all, of them were found then so was she. Punk had enlisted in the help of some old jobbers that he and Roman had gone on a few missions with in the past: Ryback, John Cena, and Dolph Ziggler. It went unknown just how many people they were going to have to deal with so Punk prayed that five was enough. The calls were sent out and within a few hours everyone was spread out in the bunker talking over strategies. Roman felt strange being with these guys again; he had sworn to himself that he would never go on another find-and-rescue mission again for Isabella's sake but now that she was the one missing, things were different.

As he looked around the bunker at the familiar faces of his teammates, Roman realized that something was missing but couldn't put his finger on what it was. Before the others arrived, he and Punk scavenged for their old equipment and hauled the heavy artillery from the attic to the bunker. Looking through the array of weapons, communication devices, and old combat outfits gave Roman a feeling of deja vu. The items brought back memories that were just out of Roman's reach and he couldn't help but wrack his brain for the missing piece to the puzzle.

"Alright," Punk began with a clap of his hands, drawing the attention to himself. "we've been able to conclude who took Isabella and just about when but the motive as to why is still unclear,"

"Do you think Rollins has some type of vendetta against Roman?" Dolph questioned, curiously glancing at Reigns who shook his head.

"I don't think that's the case. We always treated him like a brother, he was the one that betrayed us." His voice was as sharp as a blade and he clenched his fists tightly by his side to control his anger.

The room was silent for a few moments as everyone mulled over other possibilities. Cena opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but closed it abruptly as an odd look graced his masculine features.

Roman turned to him. "What is it? Looks like you wanna say something."

John looked at him and sighed, his eyes quickly scanning the inquisitive faces of his partners. "Well, it's just... You know the recent kidnappings? The last reported case was in Brookesfield which is only a few miles from your place, Roman." He decided to stop there and allow his partners to put the pieces together.

"No way.." Dolph muttered in shock, looking up at Roman who had a whole new look of fury on his face.

A short wave of silence washed over the room as everyone wrapped their heads around the possibility. "I'm not saying that's what happened but since Rollins has been MIA there's a chance he has some tie to the kidnappings, or at least Isabella's." John said in hopes he would ease the tension in the room.

Punk swung his chair back around so he was facing the computer monitor once again, his fingers rapidly typing at the keyboard. Everyone crowded around as he pulled up a manuscript documenting transactions made by Seth from the past six months. He scrolled down the page past various purchases but one in particular caught his eye; a lease on a warehouse only ten miles from them. What was suspicious was that Punk's expensive hacking software found the otherwise secret purchase. For whatever reason, Seth didn't want people knowing he leased this place. Punk found it odd that the seller's name was written in its entirety while the buyer only had their first and last initials documented - assumed by Punk that the seller was under an alias to protect their true identity.

'Wait a second...' Punk thought, scrolling further down. Looking over the financial portion of the manuscript revealed that there were not one but two buyers partnering the lease.

S.R. and H.H.H.

Punk rolled his eyes "Of course Hunter split the payment with Seth; he'd do anything for that little weasel."

"That would explain the anonymity of the purchase; only Hunter has connections like that." Ryback suggested, speaking for the first time since they arrived.

Roman stood up straight and rolled his shoulders to relieve some tension he felt coiling up in the muscles. "Copy that address down. We're gonna pay Seth and Hunter a little visit." They were so close, he could feel it. A rumble ran through his stomach and he placed a hand over his abdomen to silence the noise.

"When was the last time you ate, bro?"

Roman looked at Cena for a moment before gazing off. To tell the truth, Roman hadn't had a full meal since lunch the day Isabella was kidnapped. "I've had some scraps here and there." He shrugged, attempting to play his hunger off like it was nothing for his stomach to garble once again seconds later.

Punk turned the monitor off and stood from the computer before placing a supportive hand on the Samoan's shoulder, giving it a friendly pat. "Come on man, let's get some grub into ya. You'll be useless to us if you're starving." Despite the situation Roman couldn't help but laugh at Punk's brutal honesty and reluctantly nodded because the tattooed man was right; Roman needed to have laser focus and for that to be a possibility his energy levels would have to be at their peak.

"Alright, alright." He nodded, following the guys out of the bunker. "But your cookin'."