A/N: Okay, this chapter feels super long… but here it is anyway. No worries, you don't have to wait long for Graverobber-y goodness. And if you didn't already get from the description, it is a Grilo fic… This chapter isn't fluffy either, but it gives a little backstory on what Shilo's been doing for the past year.

Disclaimer: I don't own it… blah blah blah. If I ever meet Terrance I'll try to get his autograph and then I'll own that…

Taking some tips from other street urchins she found the new location of the Zydrate Support Meetings and rounding the corner she discovered a crowd of girls around a figure crouching on the ground. In a year he hadn't changed, the clothes were the same as well as the hair and when she caught the sight of his face she realized his makeup hadn't either.

Emerging from the shadows Shilo stepped into the glow of a streetlight and rested her frame onto one hip, waiting for his eyes to coast upwards and catch sight of her.

When he did finally go to stand, clutching the small glowing blue vial in his fingertips Shilo smiled and crossed her pale arms underneath her breasts. He was so preoccupied with shooting up his regulars that he didn't yet notice the new blood hanging the street light, a scalpel slut stumbled towards Shilo and hugged her fiercely, she was obviously high.

Shilo sighed and pushed her off, the blonde spiky haired girl staggered backwards, "Hey!"

Graverobber's eyes looked up finally and saw the girl in the middle of the flood light; this is what Shilo had been waiting for.

He strode towards her easily, quickly injecting a junkie as he walked, not bothering to even glance at her as she fell in ecstasy to the ground. When he approached her she immediately recognized his sly smile, "Well hello,"

"Graverobber," Shilo let his name pass through her lips and watched as realization dawned in his eyes.

"Kid?" he nearly stammered.

"In the flesh," she smiled, "been lookin' for you,"

Graverobber's eyes coasted down her figure, he gulped audibly and shook himself out of the momentary stupor, "What's with the getup?"

Shilo's face fell, "What?"

"C'mere," in one fluid motion he pulled off his coat and pulled it around her shoulders, pulling it closed near the front clasp.

"What was that for?" she raised an eyebrow, "Do I look that bad?"

"Shit, no," he rolled his eyes at her insecurity, "Too good, actually. A seventeen year old girl shouldn't be wandering the streets looking like that; it brings trouble, especially around here."

"I know all about that kind of trouble," she admitted more to herself than to him, "and I'm eighteen."

"Oooh, legal eagle are we?" he laughed at her in a husky tone. Her knees quivered.

"Look," Shilo said, "let's cut the shit, I wanted to find you,"

"If you're scrounging for a hit you won't get it from me." he growled.

"No hits, I'm clean," she smiled slightly, "I needed some help and I thought that maybe I'd be able to ask you."

"Did Amber finally find you or something?" he asked putting an arm around her shoulder and steering her out of the alleyway.

"What? No, no," she shook her head, "I had a favor to ask, and I can pay you."

"How much?" he wanted the money without knowing the task, it was obvious he had done a lot of things.

"I can give you a room, hot meals, hot showers, and fresh clothes. Maybe a little money, I have some saved." She tried harder to convince him as he stopped and turned to face her.

"That's a lot to offer… what do you want?"

"To learn how to peddle Z, to extract it, everything," she smiled and bit her lip slightly.

"Ahhhh," he tapped her on the nose, "What makes an innocent little thing like yourself think you can handle the rough and tough of junkies?"

"I'm not so innocent, Graves," she locked eyes with him and his smile faded.

"I can see that," he touched her cheek lightly, "you've aged since I last saw you. But you still haven't grown up, naive as ever."

He started walking and she pushed off the pavement to follow suit, "Will you do it or not?"

"First tell me something," he caught her by the shoulders and watched as his coat parted enough to give him a good view of her milky skin.

"Shoot."

"You have money saved that isn't from your father. What job did you have?" Graverobber kept his hands on her shoulders and his eyes locked on hers.

She tried to glance away, "nothing."

"That isn't an answer."

"I'm not proud of it," she said through clenched teeth, "it's just something I had to do."

"Where did you work?" he asked, clearly having an inclination of what she was talking about.

"Ragtignoilles," she murmured.

"How long?" his fingers tightened on her arms.

"Six months," she admitted.

"Jesus Christ," he dropped his hands away and pushed her back slightly, "if you had found me then, after the Opera I would have taken you in. I wouldn't have subjected you to that, you whored yourself out, Shilo, you were so young! You are so young!"

"It's what I had to do," she cried back, "and I'm sorry! But it paid my way back into my father's house. And now selling Z is going to pay my way out of here,"

"Just tell me one thing," he put his hands on her hips, "you're okay? Tell me that one time this island didn't get you hooked on Z, no guys roughed you up too much and you never got badly hurt, tell me you're still in once piece,"

"Why do you care so much?" she spat pushing his arms down.

"Because you were the only untouched flesh left on this island. A scalpel had never touched your skin and nothing was plastic and silicon." He said.

"I've never had surgery," she assured him, "and I've stayed away from Zydrate,"

Relief started to ease its way over his features but she continued, "and I'm still in one piece."

"What about the other part?"

"Should I lie to you?" she asked

"I've heard a lot of awful things, Kid," he confessed, "but don't start lying to me now."

"I got badly hurt," she said quickly, "but I'm okay now and I put myself back together and that's why I'm here tonight."

"Who hurt you?" he found himself ask

"Doesn't matter," she murmured, "he was a client, and he got the shit beat out of him by the bodyguards when he tried to leave anyway."

"Good."

"Graves," she murmured.

"Yea,"

"Wanna hear something funny?"

"Now real isn't a funny time, Kid," he sighed rubbing his eyes.

"My name is Shilo, just in case Kid starts to get old," she rolled her eyes and she leaned against the brick wall, "the funny this is that when we met I thought you were supposed the save me or something. Like in those books where the unwitting hero saves the girls life and everything turns out wonderful," Graverobber looked up into her big doe eyes, "You were the first man besides my father that I'd ever met. Now I've known too many and part of me wants to know just you again."

There were a few moments of silence between them when finally Graverobber said, "I've thought about you a lot in the past year. You show up one night all unblemished and then you're covered in blood in all the newspapers, and then you were just gone."

"I did look for you," she admitted.

"I had to get lost because of Amber. She would've killed me, and you." Graverobber murmured, "But I won't lie and say I didn't look for you too every time I hit that graveyard and every time I passed the fair."

"So you'll teach me?" Shilo said after a moment.

"Yea, Kid, I'll teach you," they began to walk again and he finally said, "Now what was that about a hot shower and a bed?"

She laughed and snaked an arm through his, "Come on,"

A/N: Okay, long. Yes. I know. Sorry. But… R&R if you get the chance.