The Shield One-Shots Book 3

Guardian Angel Pt43/Ambreigns

 The hotel room was silent, the only sounds were that of the clock ticking on the wall, which seemed to tick louder and louder with every passing second, the occasional noise from the hallway outside the room's door, and Dean's restless footsteps. He clutched his chest in agony, still in so much pain but he had too much nervous energy to just sit still, so he paced the room back and forth like a caged beast. Roman sat on the couch silently, holding his phone tightly as if it were his lifeline, eyes glued to the screen as if his very life depended on it, hoping that Seth would call or text him. But Seth never did.

 The clock on the wall showed that it had been two damn hours since Roman had called the Police to report Seth missing. At first, they weren't going to send anyone to speak to Roman about it, Seth, as they had reminded him, was a grown man. He had argued with them for what felt like an eternity before finally getting them to agree to send someone when they were available. Both Dean and Roman were nervous wrecks, the only thing keeping them sane was the fact that Dean's chest still hurt.

 "Where the hell are the Police?" Dean demanded angrily. "They should have been here by now, dammit."

 Before Roman could say or do anything, a thunderous knock echoed through the room. He quickly stood up from his seat and answered the door to find two men standing there. The taller one had short black hair with a hint of silver at the temples, intense blue eyes, that were hardened by an icy expression, framed by dark eyebrows, and a stern face. He wore a grey suit tailored to fit his broad shoulders snugly, and a badge rested against his chest. His companion was slightly shorter and a little younger, with short blonde hair swept back from his forehead and green eyes that were warm and inviting, and he had a slight shadow of stubble adorning his chiselled jaw. He had a kind face and welcoming smile and wore a navy blue suit tailored to fit his body perfectly, his badge sat on his jacket pocket. Each man was armed with a gun holstered on their waist.

 "Are you Roman Reigns?" The taller man asked.

 "I' am." Roman replied.

 "I'm Detective Richard Brooks." The taller man introduced himself.

 "And I'm Detective Derek Frost." The other man added smiling as he held his hand out to Roman, who shook it.

 "Come in." Roman said moving out of the way so they could come into the room.

 "Who are the suits?" Dean questioned confused.

 "Thank you for coming, Detectives." Roman said in answer to Dean's question.

 "Seriously?" Dean said annoyed. "An entire force of people and they send us Dumb and Dumber to find Seth?" He added bitterly, Roman looked at him angrily, warning him to behave.

 "Mr. Reigns..."

 "Please, call me Roman." Roman said, cutting Brooks off.

 "Alright, Roman, you called in and told dispatch that your best friend, Seth Rollins, was missing, is that correct?" Brooks asked sighing.

 "Not missing, he's been kidnapped." Roman corrected him.

 "What makes you so sure that he's been kidnapped and didn't just disappear on his own? He is a grown man, after all, he could have just decided to leave and go somewhere for a while, get away from it all." Brooks questioned.

 "Look, I know it's hard to believe but I know Seth, okay, he's like a brother to me and he wouldn't just disappear and make me worry like this is. He wouldn't do something like this to me, especially not after..." Roman began but trailed off sadly as he looked at the floor.

 "Not after what, Roman?" Frost asked gently.

 "Not after our best friend, my boyfriend, Dean Ambrose was... killed in a car crash." Roman answered sadly still staring at the floor as Dean stared at him sadly.