I decided to re-upload this. It makes more sense when you read the verses with the chapters; this fic was written pretty much around this song. I DO NOT own the lyrics nor the characters!

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me.
Like any hotblooded woman
I simply have wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight.

Alanis Morrisette
~Uninvited~

Kristoph adjusted his glasses as the guard led him through the state penitentiary. He had been through several prisons in other countries and they were all the same; gray concrete with no heartbeat or presence. The nameless and the heartless all resided here.

What surprised Kristoph the most when they rounded the corner, was the bright red hair. He always had a penchant for women with red hair, but this one also had a presence about her that was unmistakable. The woman was reading and playing with her hair, as if she had not a care in the world. His world went into slow motion when he spied that red hair, and he wondered what heartless thing she did to a nameless soul to put her with the rest.

"Who is that?" Kristoph whispered to the guard.

"Her name is Dahlia Hawthorne, sir." The guard paused. "I'm surprised you don't know, sir."

"I've been out of the country," Kristoph started, giving the guard a look of contempt.

"It's not nice to talk about people behind their backs." Dahlia interrupted, as she turned in her chair.

Kristoph's breath caught in his throat as he adjusted his glasses to retain his composure. Her eyes were gray, like the rest of the concrete, but the fire that burned behind them was unmistakable. They regarded him closely.

"Hmph," Dahlia grunted, her demeanor suddenly changing to disinterest as she turned back to her book. "You are a defense attorney. I have no use for them, thank you."

Kristoph's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he stepped closer to the cell.

"I assure you, Miss Hawthorne, that the rest of society shares your belief." Her head turned slightly as he spoke. "However, I have not come for you. I am merely touring the facility."

"Touring?" She closed her book and stood up, holding it to her chest as she turned to face the man. Kristoph tried to read the title, but there was none on the cover. "No one 'merely tours this facility.' It's full of the sad and lonely creatures that society has turned its back on."

The blond attorney regarded her curiously as she moved to the bars of her cell. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw the title of her book. 'Crime and Punishment'. She saw the sneer and narrowed her eyes at him.

"You have good taste in literature, Miss Hawthorne." He crossed his arms.

She looked at him through narrowed eyes for a few seconds more, then averted her eyes to the book.

"Yes, well, there is a limited selection in the prison library, as you can imagine...Mr...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?"

"Gavin. Kristoph Gavin." Force of habit made him hold out his hand for her to shake and as soon as she touched him, a spark went through him, sending chills up his spine. The guard cleared his throat as he stepped forward. He started to say something, but Dahlia gave him a look that would kill an ordinary person. This guard was used to her deadly looks and charm.

"Kristoph Gavin." His name rolled off her tongue easily and he wondered what else that tongue could do. He cleared his throat as he chased those thoughts out of his head.

"Yes, well, it was nice to meet you Dahlia Hawthorne." He adjusted his glasses as he noticed they were still holding hands. "May I visit you tomorrow?"

"It's not up to me, but yes, company would be nice." She let go of his hand and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Was that Freesia he smelled? "I will see you tomorrow then." Dahlia gave him a small smile, and turned back to her desk, her heart beating wildly in her chest.