Hello everyone! Here is the start to a little plot bunny I had, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic. Not too long though. Hope you enjoy!

He should have known his good luck would run out, sooner or later. Two years was a good run, he supposed, an amused smirk quirking his lips despite his current situation and the Genco Cops slapped their night sticks ominously. He had to remind himself not to chuckle at that, not everyone was so quick to find the humor in things as he was. He was a genuine outlaw ever since the night that Largo Rotti met his fate and Amber Sweet had lost her interest in his particular brand of good feeling. Not really of course, she just found a new dealer and played more privately. For some unfathomable reason, she decided that to become respectable she had to try to ruin his respectability. It wasn't enough to dodge the usual Genco pigs, now they were actually looking for him, in particular. It was all great fun. That was his life now, more or less "on the run" most of the time. Not that business slowed for him, not at all, if anything his new status made him just that much more popular with the adrenaline junkies. He was wanted. He was dangerous. He was 20% higher than the other guy.

"You listening buddy? We're taking you in."

He wasn't listening actually. He had been lost in his own head for most, if not all of this conversation. He didn't really need to hear it, he got the gist. They were idiots, no news there. They recognized him, they knew who he was but they were too chicken shit to call it in to their superiors just in case they were wrong. This could work for him. He wiped the formation of a grin from his pale cheeks and narrowed his gaze on the smaller cop. "I don't think that will be necessary officer."

The big one, his voice so stereotypically stupid that the Graverobber wanted to cry at the injustice of it all responded dumbly as the other one, obviously and sadly the brains of the operation shifted uncomfortably. "Whaddya mean?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean? I haven't done anything wrong. You cannot, " He puffed out his chest and gruffed up his voice dramatically, "Take me in.' Without a damn good reason."

"We have a reason." The big one rumbled and then finished smartly. "You're you." That's it, his name was now Brawn.

The smaller cop elbowed his partner in the ribcage. "You're the Zydrate dealer Miss Sweet wants brought in."

Graverobber arched a brow. That one was Brains. Thankfully he had ditched his Zydrate stash when he realized he was being followed. Even if they searched him, they wouldn't find anything. "No I'm not." He could practically see them frowning beneath their shiny helmets. Though he doubted Brawn knew why he was confused. Must be a hard life to live.

"We will just see about that." The spindly cop, newly minted as Brains reached out, his grip surprisingly strong on the robber's arm.

"I'm not! I live just around the corner!" He'll admit, he panicked. Even big and stupid, there were two of them and only one of him and they had already caught him once. His instincts were pretty clear on the matter, first RUN, if that didn't work, TALK. So he was talking. Now he just had to figure out how to back up what he was saying.

"Really?" Brains sounded skeptical.

Graverobber nodded slowly, his easy smile spreading across his features. "Would I lie to you?"

Brawn stepped forward and gave him a quick shove. "Show us." The two word sentence made the Graverobber wonder if there was something mentally blocking his ability to form anything more coherent.

Unfortunately, Brains seemed to agree. "Yeah. We'll walk you home."

""That's really not necessary..."

"It is. Or there is always the detour."

Graverobber took a wild guess. "Through the Police Station?"

"Bingo."

With a heavy sigh, he turned on his heel and let his leather coat arc behind him. What could he say, he had a flair for the dramatic. He didn't really know where he was going but for some reason, this way seemed like a good idea. It was the dead of night and they were in an upper-class residential. Great. That feeling in his stomach? That roiling, uncomfortable feeling of anxiety seemed to be growing and that was never good. It was distracting. Not to mention useless. He smile dissipated gradually, every step he took becoming more and more desperate than the last. How long would it take them to start asking just what exactly was his address? Fuck.

His eyes darted this way and that, but it was only once they had rounded the corner that the spike in his blood pressure almost rocketed off the scale. What he found was good. Maybe. Maybe not. It was her house. That is why he went this way, it was kind of, sort of familiar. Familiar in the 'came here once two years ago' kind of way. He swallowed hard, forcing his throat to work as he studied the approaching building. There was a light on, just one in the upper left corner and he thought that maybe the window was open. Shit.

Oh well. No turning back now.

"Well boys. This is it." He said loudly, too loudly. For some reason he decided that maybe he would try to warn whoever was inside that house. Maybe they would hear. Maybe they wouldn't shoot him the second he busted inside.

"Which one?"

The Graverobber leaned against the iron gate and it groaned under his weight. "Home sweet home."

"You're lying."

His eyes flickered to the sidewalk behind them. Maybe he could just...Brawn stepped into his view, effectively cutting off his train of thought. He glanced at Brains and found that he had pulled his night stick again. "You don't live here, do you. Grave Robber."

The Graverobber flinched at the enunciation. "I'll just go up to the house then."

"Because you have the key."

"Of course."

Brains just grunted and Graverobber decided he found it very unattractive, his brow wrinkled. Still, they were apparently going to play along. So he pushed open the gate as noisily as he could and stomped up to the door. He was sweating by the time he reached for the worn bronze handle and just as he began to twist he heard some pounding from inside. He paused. It sounded like footsteps. Frantic, racing footsteps. Stalling, he turned around with a smile and gave Brains and Brawn a tight smile. "Thanks for the escort!" He called lightly, his heart jumping in his chest as he heard the tell-tale 'click' of the lock within the door being turned. That was bad. That was so very very... he turned the handle and almost fell inside as it gave way immediately and without fuss.

Stunned, he released his grip and let it swing closed behind him. He was inside Shilo's house. It was dark and he was facing a stairwell. No one seemed to be around except that the hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up and he could just make out the sound of someone else breathing hard behind him. He turned his head. "You unlocked the door." He said it accusingly, pinning the small slip of a girl that had pressed herself against the wall behind the doorframe. She watched him with wide eyes and nodded mutely.

He was just about to open his mouth to tell her how stupid that was when...

"Hey!"

Fuck. It was BRAINS. Did he really think all it would take for them to disappear would be a quick slip inside someone else's house?

Shilo moved faster than he had anticipated, he didn't even have a chance to reach for her. She cracked open the door and eased half of her slender body out. "Good evening officer! Thanks so much for helping my brother home." He couldn't see it, but he would bet a vial of Zydrate she was pouting at them. "He loses track of time so easily and I was so very worried."

"Your...your brother?"

Graverobber smirked at his confusion.

Shilo nodded emphatically.

"Oh. Well..."

"Thanks again officer. Goodnight!" And she slammed the door shut, turned the lock and pressed her back against it with her palms flat against the wood.

So there they were then. Staring at each other. Shilo blinked rapidly, her chest rising and falling as her breath became more and more erratic. He could swear that she had been calmer in the face of that Genco cop than she was right now. Oh. He smirked. Right. "Hello Shilo."

She licked her lips. "Graverobber." She said meekly, her voice nothing like what it had been just moments before. This was how he remembered her.

He shook his head and stepped forward, perversely enjoying the way she pressed harder against the door. "What did you just do?"

Nails digging into the wood, Shilo met his gaze with more defiance than he would have expected. "I saved you."

He stopped. "Not smart."

As if growing a vein of courage before his very eyes she pushed off the door just a step. "No? Would you like me to take it back?"

"They are gone now."

"I scream very loud." She insisted, obviously hanging on to her new found boldness by a thread. Her eyes darted towards the door.

The Graverobber just shook his head and smiled. She was so skittish. "How did you even...?"

"I heard you. My window was open and I just...I just reacted. I recognized your voice and once I understood what was happening I ran downstairs as fast as I could."

He frowned again. It didn't make sense. "To unlock the door. For me."

"Yes." She whispered, her shyness returning in full force as she twisted her arms in front of her body, rocking slightly on her heels.

Graverobber wiped his face with the palm of his hand. "Well you are in luck. I am by nature a non-violent person and you did just save my neck. Thank you."

"You-you are welcome."

The smile she gave him was genuine and suddenly, he couldn't remember the last time he had witnessed one of those. "I just need a few minutes. Then I can slip out the back."

"No!" She reached out, her small hand burning a print on his forearm for a split second before she snatched it back.

Now he knew how Brawn felt. "No?" He asked, his brain not quite understanding.

"I mean. You could stay. If you wanted." She tried to clarify but she wasn't having much more luck with words than he was.

That was unexpected. Of course, he had considered many outcomes for this conversation. Stay, had not been one of them. He took a moment to look at her again. She was the same Shilo he remembered. Slight build, pale skin, dark hair. It was obvious that a scalpel had not touched her. She was so naturally alluring, so pure and innocent and all of that made his whole body tighten with feelings he shouldn't be feeling. Technically, she was legal now. Two years was enough time for her to mature. Technically. Yet, she didn't look mature, no, she looked young. He mustered the softest, least predatory smile he could. "Maybe just a little while." He would think later on the blindingly bright smile she gave him in response. For now, he should probably take advantage of his current situation. "Got any food?"

Shilo laughed as she brushed past him and when he turned to follow he couldn't stop the thought, 'Maybe his luck hadn't run out just yet after all'.

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