A/N: I have a tiny confession, while I love Daryl... he was not my first Walking Dead crush. I will always be team Shane. I know, I know he was a jerk (to say the least) but he was just SO pretty. So this is my Shane/OC fic set to Three Days Grace "Pain Killer". I will be updating the other stories soon, I just heard this song this morning and took it as a sign that this needed to get outta my head. Rated M for Strong Language and Sexual Situations (Please, if you are offended by such, please don't read)

I knew it was him before his flipped on his blue and red lights. I rolled my eyes and scoffed loudly. You've gotta be fucking kidding me! He turned his spot light on me and that just made me even more ticked off. "What Walsh?!"

I heard him get out of his cruiser and I could feel him grin. "Rebecca, fancy meeting you here."

"Cut the bullshit, I'm not doing anything illegal." I snapped. "What do you want?"

"Hey!" He barked. "You need to check your attitude young lady." He finally emerged into view and sure as shit he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You know damn well you're not supposed to be out here this late. You're father is gonna be pissed."

I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my head. "I'm an adult Walsh, the silly curfew doesn't apply to me anymore and just because your my next door neighbor doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do either."

I barely caught him lick him bottom lip and raise an eyebrow. "We both know you're birthday isn't until tomorrow Becca, bare minimum midnight. So technically..."

"You're joking, right? You're gonna take me in on a technicality?! You're a real prick, you know that Walsh?!" I growled.

He glared at me and I knew I had gone just a bit too far. "Turn and face away from the car Becca,"

"What!" I whined. "Shane, I'm sorry..."

"Oh now it's 'Shane, I'm Sorry...' Turn and face away from the cruiser, Becca. Do it now!" He said firmly. "Hands on top of your head and interlace your fingers."

Damn it. I sighed spun around away from the cruiser and placed my hand on the back of my head. Sadly, this wasn't the first time I had been arrested, I knew the drill. "Am I waiting before or after you handcuff me to thank you for ruining my evening?"

"You ruined your own evening Rebecca. You and that damn mouth of yours." He said reaching for my left hand and roughly twisting it back and down behind my back.

"My mouth has gotten me out of plenty of trouble..."I whispered.

"What was that?" He snapped.

I blushed instantly, I didn't think he could hear me. Maybe Shane was right, maybe I just needed to calm down. But as I looked over my shoulder at him, something flashed in his eyes, something there and gone so quick I almost missed it. A primal look that I had never experienced before. My smug mood fled, and I reverted back to my respectful demeanor as he finished cuffing me.

Something had changed in that instant and I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready to accept it, but I wanted Shane... and that terrified me.