A/N: Hey everyone. This is my attempt at a GSH story. I tried to make it original, but since there are many stories out there it's quite difficult. Hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

The story takes place during the storytime of the film, however it doesn't use the same characters. Anyways, you'll figure it out as the chapters appear ;)

As for the first chapter, this is written in the I-form, it's from Pete's point of view, he's looking back at his life and the rest of the chapters will be in he/she style.

It was two-thirty in the morning, when in a spacious apartment in Paddington, London the lights on the second floor were turned on.

"Hon? She's crying…again" I heard Faye mumble sleepily. This was the third time that our four months old baby girl had woken up during the night, and woken us up as well. "Yeah yeah.. I'll go, it's my turn" I said groggily, not quite awake yet either. It amazed me how a small child like her hadthe energy to pull an all-nighter.

I turned on my back, letting go of Faye who now sat up in bed, her eyes still closed "Come on, you go back to sleep. She wants her daddy anyway"

"If I wouldn't be so sleepy and if that wasn't a total lame joke, I'd laugh at that" she replied dryly and fell back down again, her head half covered by the big pillow.

[i]How did I do this? How was I able to get all of this ? with my past .. [/i] it was still a mystery to me, but one that I'd rather not solve. Things were perfect the way they were now, which wasn't the case not so long ago..

I put on a shirt and walked barefoot across the hallway to the nursery room.

"Hey little loudmouth, are you the little girl making all that big noise ? What's wrong then ey?" I leaned over her crib and put my hand on her tummy, rubbing it slightly "You make it very difficult for daddy to get some sleep, yknow that ? And without his good night rest daddy looks like crap in the morning and we don't want that, now do we?" Of course there was no reply, which only made mee long more for the day to come that she could actually talk back at me and tell me not to make such lame jokes..

The little girl stirred around a bit, slowly calming down now that her father was there.

"You can't be hungry, cause you ate like an hour ago.. what else then ?" I look around the room, hoping there are clues to tell me what I should do to make her go to sleep again. "I bet you won't help your old pops out here, ey?" A small giggle was the only answer she gave me, like I thought she would.

"Right.. I'll just.. sit here then" I hesitantly tell her. "If you need anything, just shout" I smirk and sit down on a chair, staring at the crib.

She was quite a sight, his baby girl. bold, wrinkly and tiny as hell. A proud feeling crept over me as I looked from my daughter to the room with the pictures and babystuff in it. I had accomplished something I never thought I'd accomplish.

[i]There'll come a time when all you care about is the reputation you'll have with your family[/i]

"Who coulda known that my brother had such wise advices" I mumble out loud, thinking to myself.

My brother had stepped out of the GSE about 13 or 14 years ago now. I thought it was the worse decision he ever made, but he seemed happy with it. It didn't occur to me that there might be a life outside a firm, a family besides the one the firm gave you.

When I was 14 I already wanted to join the GSE. My brother had created a monstrously good firm and I wanted to be just like him. Since I didn't have a father to look up to anymore, I tried to be the best Steve imitation I could be, which led to a couple of smacks to the head and him telling me off. A firm wasn't something for a 14 year old boy, I had to wait till I was at least 19 or 20, like him. But by then his GSE was no longer the glorious firm he lifted up from the ground. So I figured I could join what was left of the GSE, and like my brother make something big out of the small firm again. Three years after I had become a regular at the Abbey and a part of the GSE's core-lads it was finally starting to look like something. The group wasn't very big, but it always consisted out of the right blokes, my friends. We fought for our reputation and we made sure that everyone talking about the GSE would shudder. Dave, Ned, Swill, Keith, Bovver, Ike and me.. all of us saw the GSE rise from its ashes, after the fight in Manchester we were back on top. It was what we fucking lived for. I was the proud owner of England's top firm, things couldn't be better. I was on top of the world..

But little did I know that things were about to change, again, the day I met Faye.