A/N: Hello again! Just another story that came to mind after Sasha won the championship last Monday. This is a little bit different compared to my other Sesha stories, but I hope you guys still like it! Please do leave a review at the end. :)

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Sasha leaned against a production crate, a goofy smile on her face, as one of the production crew carefully removed Charlotte's gold plates on the RAW Women's Championship—replacing them with her own. "My friend's the champion, my friend's the champion!" Bayley sang, giving her a side hug as Sasha giggled. "Oh my gosh, this is so cool!"

"Bayley, look!"

"Oh my gosh," they both grinned as the red Boss plates were being screwed on.

"Is this one for me?" Bayley asked jokingly, taking one of the plates in her hands.

"Not yeeet," Sasha answered.

"I want the Boss one! Or we can put my face on this one."

"Uh, yeah."

"Or a thumbs up."

"Uh, who are you? Are you Layla and I'm Michelle?" Sasha asked.

"No, the other way around," Bayley replied.

"Why is it the other way around?"

"Because I'm taller!"

"Oh."

"Plus my ponytail."

"That's true."

Bayley smiled at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll give you your moment," she told Sasha proudly before walking off. It hadn't even sunk in yet. She had just come from one of the most brutal matches in her career, forcing the crowd to be up on their feet the entire time, and it felt good. To top it off, management evened out the game and let her beat Charlotte in her hometown. The energy was just amazing, and Sasha nearly broke down crying when Ric Flair came out to applaud and hug her.

"Congratulations," the production crew handed her belt and smiled. "Your photo shoot should be down the hall," he gestured.

"Thank you!" Sasha beamed at him, placing the belt on her shoulder and running a hand through her hair.

She was starting to feel the effects of the match, and her lower back was aching. But she made her way over to where the shoot was set up, posing for the camera several times with the belt held high. When it was done, she made a beeline for the women's locker room to change out of her gear and into a plain white sweatshirt and jeans. Placing the belt carefully inside her duffle bag, she packed the rest of her things and made her way to catering to find Bayley.

"Boss," Seth greeted her along the hallway, a smirk on his face.

Sasha stopped in her tracks and sighed. "What."

"Nothing," he gave a smug look. "Just wanted to say congratulations."

"Thanks," she replied curtly, fighting the urge to roll her eyes, before continuing to walk away.

Seth snickered and walked alongside her—the scent of his perfume and a subtle hint of his hair gel invading her nostrils. "What do you want, Rollins?"

"Nothing. Why are you so pissy tonight?"

"I'm always pissy when it comes to you."

That made him cackle, and Sasha rolled her eyes again. It wasn't that she hated him—there were days they got along just fine. They hung out with the same set of friends after all. But there were moments where Seth took his teasing or his flirting too far, and it would always end up with her feeling humiliated or angry. Seth felt the same way, what with her wits and quick tongue, and he hated that out of all the women in the roster, she was the one who knew how to put him in his place. It was infuriating.

"Right," he grinned. "You know, you and Charlotte were pretty impressive out there—but I've got to admit. The ending was a little cheesy."

"Rollins, I'm pretty sure our match tonight topped yours and Owens' last week."

"Psh," he rolled his eyes and purposely bumped her sideways, which she returned by pushing him harder. He shoved her again, and this time, she stumbled a bit.

"Quit it!" she yelled, making him laugh.

"You're so fun to annoy, Banks. I swear."

"Look, I'm really tired. Can you just leave me alone, at least for tonight?" she sighed.

"Rollins, 1. Banks, 0," he grinned as they reached catering where Bayley and The New Day were waiting.

"There's the champ!" Xavier exclaimed, giving her a hug. "That was one wicked match, Boss."

"Yup. Pretty cold-blooded, if you asked me," Big E added.

"Come on, guys," Bayley stood up. "Sasha's exhausted. Let's head back to the hotel."

They all nodded, as Seth made a move to carry her bag but she refused. "Come on, Banks. I'm offering to help here," he cocked an eyebrow.

"No, thank you," she pulled her bag away.

Seth rolled his eyes and yanked it from her anyway.

"Hey!" Sasha glared at him, but Seth sarcastically gestured for her to go on. She scoffed and followed Bayley and New Day to the arena's parking lot, who all chose to ignore their banter. It was something they were used to anyway. Sometimes, when things got too far, or rather, when Seth said something that was a little out of line and pushed Sasha to tears, one of them would put a halt to it and always, Seth ended up apologizing to Sasha and treating her to coffee.

"Shot gun!" Bayley suddenly exclaimed before anyone could say anything.

"Goddamit!" Big E stomped his foot, and Bayley laughed. When they got to the van, Xavier slid in the driver's seat while Bayley grinned and hopped on the passenger's side. Big E slid open the door to the back and reclined the middle section to let Sasha in. Expecting Big E to follow her, Sasha was surprised when Seth hurriedly entered and pulled the middle seat backwards, locking them in.

"Jesus, Seth!" Sasha cried out in frustration. "What are you? 16? I told you to stay away!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" he leaned back against the headrest, his hands on his stomach.

Big E rolled his eyes as he and Kofi settled themselves in the middle of the van. "Such children," Kofi muttered.

"Why are you even here?" Sasha questioned him, sitting at the far end near the window and placing as much space as possible between them.

"Roman went ahead with Kevin and Chris," he shrugged. "And Cesaro went with Sheamus to some pub."

Sasha huffed, crossing her arms and looking outside the window. "Just…shut up, okay?"

"I never do, baby," he grinned, earning a slap on his shoulder. "Ow!"

"Settle down," Kofi glanced behind him, rolling his eyes, as Big E laughed.

"Seriously, guys. Don't make him play babysitter again. You know how he gets," Xavier said from the driver's seat.

"I'll behave when Rollins does," Sasha grumbled.

The rest of the trip was silent, and Sasha felt herself drifting off to sleep. Seth glanced sideways and noticed, and when he was sure she was deep in her slumber, he scooted closer—letting her head rest on his shoulder.

Kofi glanced back again. "Now isn't that nice?" he commented. "See, Seth? You two can get along just fine if you knew how to shut up."

"Or," Seth countered, "If she knew how to put her claws down."

When they arrived at the hotel, Seth gently shook Sasha awake. She blinked a couple of times before realizing that her head was rested on his shoulder. She pulled away quickly, glaring at him before adjusting her glasses.

He chuckled and waited as Big E reclined the middle seat again and let them out. "Thanks for the ride, guys," Sasha stifled a yawn.

"We're heading to the bar for a few drinks," Bayley told her. "Want to come with, or do you want to go ahead to the room?"

"I'm really tired," Sasha's shoulders were slumped. "I'll pass tonight, if that's alright."

"No, of course," Bayley handed the key to their room. "Go get some rest."

"Come on, Banks," Seth slung her bag against his shoulder and made a move towards the elevator.

"I can take it from here, Seth," Sasha held out her hand, waiting for him to return her bag.

He smirked at her, keeping her bag away from reach and it made Sasha even more frustrated as she attempted to get a hold of it a few times. Eventually, she gave up. "Seth, please. I just want to sleep. Please give me my bag back."

"And I told you, let's go," he placed an arm around her shoulders, waved goodbye to Bayley and New Day, and entered the elevator with Sasha. He leaned back on the railing as Sasha pressed the floor to their room with a huff. She really wasn't in the mood for any of his bullshit tonight, but he kept insisting, so as long as he wasn't going to be annoying, she could take him. Walking her to the room she shared with Bayley was a pretty decent gesture after all, and maybe he genuinely just wanted to help.

When they reached the hotel room, Sasha plopped down on one of the queen-sized beds and made a deep sigh.

"Where do you want this?" Seth asked her, holding the bag in his hands.

"Just there is fine," she gestured towards the couch. "Thanks, Seth."

"You going to be alright?" he asked, watching as she removed her shoes slowly and plopped down again.

"Yeah, I'm just going to crash," she said with eyes closed, feeling herself slowly drift off to sleep. He stood there, unmoving, as if hesitating to leave the room. Sasha could feel his gaze on her despite the fatigue, as she opened one eye. "Goodnight, Seth," she told him, hoping it gave him the hint.

"You know what?" he smirked. "I think I'll stay for a bit," he walked towards the couch and sat down, resting his head against his hands.

"And what? Watch me sleep? That's a little creepy even for you, Seth," Sasha frowned at him, her patience being tested. All she wanted to do was get some rest, and here he was, refusing to leave the room.

"Then sleep. I'll just be here," he smiled and gave a little wink.

"Ugh, you're insufferable," Sasha rolled her eyes and turned around, not wanting to face him.

It was past 1am when Sasha woke up to her phone vibrating—it was a text message from Seth that had the kiss emoji. Rolling her eyes, she turned to find Bayley already sleeping on her bed. Pulling up the covers to her chin, she ignored Seth's text message and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Bayley's alarm went off again as she snoozed for the fifth time. Groaning, she opened one eye and checked her phone, nearly falling off the bed. "Sasha!" she sat up quickly. "We slept in!"

Hearing those words, Sasha scrambled from her bed as well and began shoving clothes, makeup products, and toiletries in her bag. "Shit, Bayley! Did you snooze again?!"

"I'm sorry!" Bayley ran to the bathroom, changing out of her pajamas and into a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a blue cardigan. Sasha did the same, pulling over the sweatshirt she wore from the night before coupled with a pair of grey leggings.

"Come on!" Sasha zipped up her suitcase and grabbed her duffle bag. "Let's go, before we miss our flight again."

The best friends sighed in relief as they made it to the airport a few minutes before the gates to their flight closed. They were headed to Mexico early to make a few appearances before the live show. "That was a close one," Bayley shook her head, smiling at the ground flight attendant before handing her boarding pass.

"I know," Sasha replied, doing the same as they boarded the plane.

When they got to their hotel in Mexico a few hours later, the two agreed to share a room again and settled their things in their respective sides. Sasha placed her suitcase on the floor space close to the wall, and her duffle bag on the bed. She opened it up to take out her toiletries, when she noticed that something was off. Everything seemed to be in place, but was there something missing?

"OH MY GOD, BAYLEY!" she exclaimed in panic, dumping all of the contents hurriedly on her bed and checking every single pocket in her bag.

"What? What happened?" Bayley ran to her side, eyes wide.

"THE BELT IS MISSING!" Sasha cried.