Things you see in a graveyard

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Now back to my normal A/N sorry for not writing in ages, had exams for yr 11 and life got in the way but I am back I promise. To all my Sherlock readers, I will update one little boy and coping soon I promise the chapters just hate me at the moment. This story is sad and has trigger topics. If you don't want to read or can't then please don't I really don't want flames for this. And this is my first M mainly for violence and trigger topics.

This is my first repo fiction please don't hate me!

Thanks! This is set before the genetic Opera event!

Chapter One

Graverobber checked the area. There were no Genecops around so he snuck up to the fence and vaulted over landing with a soft thump on the compacted earth. He smirked as he quickly made his way to depths of the graveyard, towards a large mausoleum. He whistled the tune to one of Blind Mags songs. He bent down and opened a grave pulling the body out; he bent down to pull out the needle when a shadow caught his eye. He straightened up slowly and looked around. There was a figure standing on top of the mausoleum. He frowned confused, why would you stand there Genecops would shoot you on sight? He continued to watch the figure out of curiosity unconscious that he had abandoned the body and was slowly creeping closer, it was only when he was right below the figure that he realised it was female.

"Get outta the way!"

He jumped as she spoke; her voice was soft but authoritative.

" And why should I do that?" he replied casually with a smile.

"I need you to move, just move now!"

Graverobber looked up at her smirking.

"You really are a piece of work aren't you?"

"You're the one that won't move"

"And you want to jump off a mausoleum, yeah I'm the crazy one"

"Why won't you just move please?"

"Not until you tell me why"

"Isn't it rather obvious?'

"You wanna kill yourself?"

"Yeah"

"Well I need to rob some graves and get this drug so your gonna have to wait a little bit"

She rolled her eyes but sat down on the mausoleums roof as he pulled out bodies.

"So want to talk about why your jumping off the roof?"

"Not particularly"

Graverobber nodded and quietly went about his grave robbing. He was smiling slightly to himself; he knew that he shouldn't be happy that this girl was trying to kill herself, but if he was honest with himself he was loving the witty argument and banter between them, I really have been alone too long. He thought wearily, he dropped the last body and packed his tools up.

"Well, I'm done now, you may if you still wish to, jump to your death" She nodded but looked hesitant.

"Your having second thoughts?"

"No, of course not I just don't want to jump with an audience"

Graverobber smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait"

The voice was so quiet and broken that he was sure he hadn't heard it, he stopped and turned around. She was sitting on the mausoleum roof.

"I thought you were wanting to die?"

"I…I…was…I" Graverobber smiled and walked back to her. He said nothing as he sat underneath her in the moonlight. He lay back on the concrete steps of the mausoleum softly whistling.

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what" Graverobber replied casually.

"Rob graves"

"There is good money in it, and its easy money"

His companion did not reply.

"What is your name?" Graverobber asked curious.

"Christine" he smiled, the name suited her.

Graverobber looked up at her. She was pretty framed by brown hair and a willowy frame.

"You know, Zydrate would make the jump less painful"

"Your offering drugs?"

"First hits free"

She considered this. To get the drug she would have to come down and would therefore fail in her plan to kill herself, but this man was funny he made her smile when she no longer believed she could.

"If I do accept your offer, what would I do?"