AN: Another chapter… But I have had no reviews; no story alerts and I am unsure whether to continue. I have had several hits and I hope that those people will start to review. I would mean a lot to me, seeing as I am very proud of this.

Tom's POV

Oh, damn it! What had I done? The girl saves my life, and I repay her by knocking her out with the guns! Admittedly, it was an accident, but I don't think she will be too amused when she wakes up. If she wakes up… Oh God! With all the stuff that had happened over the past few days, I thought the worst and knelt down to check her pulse. Thank God. At least she's alive.

But that was a problem. What do I do with her? I can't just leave her here lying on the pavement, and I couldn't stay here either, some copper would probably think I'd attacked her, not to mention the guys are still wondering where I am. Oh heck, what alternative do I have?

I hurried over to the car and put the guns in the boot, and returned to Kizzy. I felt awful. She was going to have one hell of a headache. I scooped her gently up and put her in the passenger seat. After clipping her seatbelt on, I got in myself and drove off. What was I DOING? This was pretty much kidnapping! Then I remembered, she had accepted a lift from me anyway, so I wasn't really doing anything wrong. I took a deep breath and glanced over at her. Her head was resting against the window and she could have been asleep. I frowned and concentrated on driving. I was sure the guys would help me look after her. They did owe me after all, especially Eddy.

Kizzy's POV

I heard a faint groan and screwed up my eyes. A horrible ache hit my head and I realised the groan was probably me. What had happened? I opened my eyes slowly and saw a rush of traffic. I wasn't in the middle of the road again was I? No, I was sitting down on a chair.

"Oh, thank God. You're awake. How are you feeling? Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it was an accident, and I didn't know what to do, so I was taking you to JDs, cause I couldn't just leave you there but I didn't want to kidnap anybody but then I remembered that you said you wanted a lift so I thought-"

I turned my head in the direction of the gabbling voice and saw a man driving. Who was it? I recognised him… Ah yes. It all came back to me. The white light, saving his life, talking to him, finding out his name, accepting the offer of a lift to somewhere called JDs, the mysterious package…

"Tom?" I tried to make sense of the situation.

"You remember my name? Well, that's a start. No sign of amnesia then?"

"Huh? What the hell happened to me?" I said groggily.

"Ah, well, yes. I sort of, accidentally knocked you out" He glanced at me, his eyes full of guilt and shame. "I'm sorry. I just swung the guns round and whacked you, I really didn't mean to." He started to babble again, clearly feeling very awkward about rendering me unconscious.

"Guns? What guns? I don't remember any-"

"Shit" he exclaimed. I stared at him. I wasn't a fan of bad language. "Sorry" he said quickly, sensing my disapproval. "I mean, bother. I didn't want to say about the guns… Nobody is supposed to know we have them"

"Why? Stolen are they?" I joked, laughing at my own witticism.

He looked at me with a not-a-laughing-matter expression. "Oh, they really are stolen? Good guess on my part I suppose. So, who did you steal them from? Don't worry, I won't tell anybody" I grinned at him, he seemed on edge and I wanted to reassure him. I wasn't angry about him knocking me out, I believed him that it was an accident.

"I bought them, for a matter of fact. Seventy saucepan lid each they cost me!

"Saucepan lid?" I was puzzled.

"Oh, sorry, yeah, forgot you're not from round here. It's rhyming slang for quid. So anyway, the guy who I bought them from bought them from some guys who stole them from a mansion. So technically, I've bought stolen goods. That's not the problem really; I've sold enough of them. It's the case they're related to that's going to cause problems if the cops find us with 'em"

"I presume this 'case' is nothing to do with packing to go on holiday? It's the mysterious story you have yet to tell me, I gather."

"Got it in one. Although, it wasn't just me. My mates Bacon, Eddy and Soap were in on it. We weren't the bad guys though."

I chuckled "No, you would make rubbish bad guys!"

He looked at me for the second time since I woke up in his passenger seat. He smiled. "Yeah, I guess we would."

There was a small silence, and then he said "We're here. You feeling ok?"

"Yep, I'm fine, I've just got this most peculiar headache. Can't imagine where I got it…" He laughed. I think I had grown to like Tom, he had the same sense of humour as me.

He got out the car and jogged round to my side as I was getting out. I stumbled out and was on my way to the ground for a fourth time tonight (or today, or whenever it was) when he caught me and stopped me from falling. "Woah, steady there. Don't want to end up in the floor again" has said as he smiled at me.

"Yep, um, well, I think I'm ok now" His hands were still around my waist. His eyes flickered downwards and moved back and I felt a warmth where his hands had been. I shook my head to clear my mind and followed him into the bar.

TO BE CONTINUED…!

Next time: Kizzy meets the other guys, and Bacon has something to ask Tom.

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