Alright, here's chapter 2! I apologize for any delay. I got kind of lazy. And to anyone(though I doubt there's anyone since I don't think too many people have read this) who thinks Bobby is being OOC, keep in mind that he's drunk. Well here ya go-I do not own Heist Society.

Amelia had arrived at her apartment and managed to haul a disoriented Bobby Bishop out of her car. She slung his arm over her shoulder and haphazardly dragged him up the stairs and toward her room. She did her best to ignore the onlookers in the hallway.

"Honestly, I always end up dragging you somewhere one way or another. First it was to prison, now my own home." she panted starting to become exhausted from lugging a half conscious man around.

Bobby was mumbling incoherently as Amelia arrived at the front of her door and proceeded to unlock it.

"Mmph...Nadia?" she heard him slur. She glanced down at him suspiciously but quickly shook her head as she pushed the door open with her free hand and lugged him in with her.

The apartment was chic yet practical. The walls and curtains resembled that of a prestigious holiday inn and the furniture looked almost too good to sit on. This didn't phase the steely investigator as she practically threw him onto the living room couch. Amelia huffed as she had the currently drunken criminal in her apartment.

"Alrighty, Robert Bishop is in my home. Now...now..." she trailed off wondering where she should go from here. Bobby began mumbling again but seemed to be getting his bearings back after having a place to lie down.

"Oh!" Amelia suddenly sprinted towards the back while Bobby began to sit up. "What...is this place?" he took in his surroundings but could not recall when he had ever stayed in this apartment. He wasn't even sure which hemisphere he was in as of now.

"I remember being at the bar and then walking outside,...and someone approached me-" he stopped and held his head when a sudden migraine hit him.

"She...was pretty."he tried his best to recall her appearance. "She had black hair...and blue eyes...and she w-was trying to help me." he slurred to himself as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. His eyes widened as he considered a crazy possibility.

"Am I...dreaming?...Yeah, I must have passed out at the bar and now I'm,...I-I'm dreaming about her. Yeah! Today was the day she was...taken from me."he grimaced as his less pleasant memories began to surface. "So this must be, oh. This is the most real dream I've had yet." Hardly a week goes by where Bobby doesn't dream about his late wife. Some were fantasies, some were memories, some were nightmares. He was sure this was one of the better ones. He started off being miserable and now she has come to his rescue. He decided he would enjoy this illusion to it's fullest.

As if on cue, Amelia came sprinting from her room with a tape recorder in hand. She had considered using a video camera, but that would raise questions as to why he was in her apartment.

"Okay Bobby,"she went back to using the friendly Bobby as a way easing him into false security. "What's say we, "reminisce" about a few of your past heists?" she smiled at him as she discreetly set the tape recorder between them, tucked it under a pillow and hit the red button.

She waited intently for him to start mindlessly firing off about various misdeeds, but what she wasn't prepared for was...

"Nadia, I know you're long gone but...I want to enjoy this. Even though you're not real, I want savor every moment I have with this memory of you."

...

"Beg pardon?" she inquired.

This was going to be a long night.

She waited patiently.

She waited as patiently as humanly possible.

But Bobby went on and on about memories of this Nadia.

"So Nadia was your wife, obviously, and you two had Kat and...you were very happy together." Amelia spoke with a tolerant smile. She was a detective for crying out loud. So she was able to deduce this woman he was going on about fondly was his wife and Kat's mother. What she couldn't deduce was if she knew about his thief life. He hadn't said anything so far about her awareness or if she ever went along on heists.

Bobby just kept babbling. "Oh, and that picnic we had in Switzerland. The water was so clear. The grass was so lush. And those daises," he shook his head sloppily and gazed lovingly at her. "you looked so heavenly sitting next to them with that white sundress of yours."

She raised one eyebrow. "Um, Robert or er, Bobby, I'm awfully sorry, but I am not Nadia. My name is Amelia and we have met before. I can hardly believe that you drank so much that you are really mistaking me for-" he grasped her hands firmly.

"Nadia, this is the most realistic dream I've had so far. I know that you're long gone and that this is just some delusion. I-I can accept that. But I *hic* want to enjoy this while I still can."

"I assure you, you are not dreaming. Why would your wife be denying that she was your wife if this is a dream of your own accord?" she attempted to pry her hands from his, but he just held on tighter.

"I don't know why you were taken from me so soon either. I don't know why I don't go a single day without at least a passing thought of you. I don't know why imaging your smile, your laugh, your reassuring words of comfort stop me from just giving up when things seem hopeless. I-I...I don't know why someone as amazing as you ever would have spoken to me. Much less taken me into your home. Shown me a new exciting world, and given me a beautiful baby girl." it was the most coherent thing he had said since the night began. And the tears that began to sparkle in the corners of his eyes showed that he meant it.

Amelia gradually ceased movement before she came to a grinding halt. She felt a pang of both sympathy and guilt. She took a quick side glance at the tape recorder and felt the guilt start to overshadow her resolve.

"Am I...really doing something good here? I thought he was just another ruthless criminal. A man who stole whatever he wanted and just happened to be clever enough and slippery enough to dodge the consequences. But, in front of me is a genuine, caring man who just misses his beloved."

She avoided eye contact with him before he placed a hand gently on her cheek.

She gasped and turned back.

"Nadia darling," he stroked the right side of her face lovingly.

She tensed up at first, but slowly let her shoulders relax as she relished in caressing. It had been a while since she was touched like this.

"Yes? Yes...Bobby?" it was practically a whisper.

"Can we-?" he leaned in closer.

"Yes?" she responded in kind.

"..."

"Can we...have sex?"

"..."

"Come again?"

And there you go! I'm terribly sorry for not updating in so long. I'm working on my first animated film. I'm doing everything by myself and I've been using most of my free time to well...sleep. Anyway to everyone who reads my stories, I hope this satisfies all 12 of you. XD! Hopefully this time I can get a review or two. See ya!