Tabby darted over to the corner of the wall as Hottie fell back. She figured that if he was going to shoot her, he'd have a harder time doing it while she was under the bed. She grasped her flashlight, turned off for obvious reasons, and held it like a weapon. Well, it was better than nothing at all.

She noticed that the arrows in his chest were gone and that he was very much alive, if not slow moving and tired. But that didn't change the fact that he was in her house with a dead body- that is, if Weird Beard was actually dead, which Tabitha was beginning to doubt. She just hoped that this whole evening wouldn't turn into Night of the Living Dead. She could hear the zombies already.

"Please." The man said, and Tabby noticed that he had an accent. "I mean you no harm." His voice was slow, and slurred slightly. Tabby came to a sudden realization.

She shouldn't have said it. She really shouldn't have said it, and she knew that she shouldn't have said it. However, months as a basic recluse had left her with little to no tact, and she spoke the thought as it came to her mind.

"Are you on drugs? Did someone drug you?"

It made sense in her mind. They were both passed out, he was looking ill and tired, he was slurring his speech, and he was a pimp. A pimp.

"Was it a prostitute?" She blabbered on, for Tabby is, in fact, a stress talker. "You hear horrible stories in the news. Lucky that she didn't kill you right out, like that man I read about in the paper this morning, poor guy."

At this point, the man had sat up again, and was peering under the bed. The room was nearly pitch black, so he obviously could hot see her in the dark corner, but he could hear he very well. Tabby mentally told herself to keep her mouth shut before Hottie tried to sew it shut so that no one could hear her scream, but she had to add one more thing.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?!"

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Kili was confused. He felt horrible and had just nearly hit his head on the wall after the woman startled him.

"Please. I mean you no harm." He tried to reassure her. His voice came out odd, and his mouth was nearly as numb as his body had been moments before. His head was pounding and he felt like he would collapse.

She asked him about something called "drugs" and "prostitute". He hadn't the slightest idea what either of those things were. He couldn't see her at all. His eyes scanned under the bed, trying to see a bit of movement, but there was nothing.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" The woman asked, and Kili's eyes darted to where he thought the voice came from.

"I- I... I'm not sure. This is your house?" He asked, his vision swimming.

"Well, it's not the freaking white house," The woman shot back. "Fine. If you're not gonna murder me right now, then who are you?"

"I don't wish to hurt you," He replied, feeling dizzy. "I am... I..."

"Are you okay?" The woman asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Kili... At your service." He muttered before he slipped down to the floor, half unconscious.

"Oh god!" Tabby exclaimed in shock, crawling out from under the bed.

"Please..." The man she now knew was Kili muttered. "My brother..." His eyes closed quickly.

Tabitha was terrified. The pimp was asleep again, and she concluded that he was definitelly drugged, or else something was very, very wrong. He had claimed that he wouldn't hurt her, and she couldn't in good conscience leave an innocent man collapsed on the floor like that. Even a pimp.

She quickly threw the pillows off of the bed and gently lifted Hottie-pimp Kili's head, slipping a pillow under it. She then threw a blanket over his unmoving form.

Now what was that about his brother again? His brother... She pondered for a few moments before realizing, for Tabitha is not an exceptionally clever young woman, you see. Weird Beard the pimp!

She quickly ran out in to the parlor, to find Lynx sitting on Weird Beard's body. "Get off, precious cat." She waved her away, wondering exactly how she was to get Weird Beard from the parlor in to the guest room. She tried picking him up. She picked him up by his arms, she got him halfway up before she dropped him. The heavy armor on his back pinned her foot to the ground. With lots of squealing, shouting, swearing, and the occasional whack on the man's head to try and knock him off, she eventually got free. 'Why do I have to deal with this?' She pondered.

"Lynxie, could you do this for me? It's four in the morning, I'm tired." Tabby asked the cat wearily. Upon receiving no reply, Tabby snarled before picking up the center table off of the ground, pure fury giving her unnatural strength. She dumped the table on it's side in the living room, nearly killing the cat. "Sorry." She muttered half-heartedly, staring at her beautiful oriental rug, a present from her mother, which Weird Beard was currently bleeding out on.

Oh. Bleeding out. Well, that wasn't good. There was a big arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Tabby knew that she only had band-aids for tiny cuts. She couldn't help with this one until she could go to CVS Pharmacy in the morning. Shrugging, she cast a final glance at her beautiful rug before quickly dragging it, along with the pimp, in to the guest room.

She was quite cross at this point, about her cat, her rug, her near panic attack, and all things put together. She half-considered letting Weird Beard lie there until morning, but then scolded herself for being cruel. She knew that aside from being a pimp, this probably was a perfectly nice person before his untimely departure, and he didn't deserve to lie there like a... Well, like a dead body. So she made up a bed very much like the one of Kili, his brother-pimp, before backing slowly out of the room and closing the door firmly- and then locking it tightly, so there could be absolutely no escape, hereby no Saw re-enactments tonight.

What? I said she wasn't amazingly clever. I never said that Tabitha Creedon was a fool.

She calmly walked back in to her room, slowly shaking her head. She locked her bedroom door behind her and sat down on her bed. She looked at her three fish.

"Oh jeez." She commented. "I've had soooome night, ladies." Then she promptly passed out from shock.

AN: Alright then. So I know, I know. But Meow, you gorgeous, amazing person, you! How could Fili and Kili have been drugged. Well, I can't tell you. But I'll hint. You've read it in this story. Note the story title?

Ah ha ha! So, anyway, that's it for today. I'll try to update every day, if I can. Oh, by the way, any opinions on Tabby? What do you think of her sue-wise, now that she's been hanging around for three chapters?