We are so close to crashing (and by this I mean falling asleep and having our heads "crash" into the computer table) that we're probably going to take a break from fanfi (we are well aware this says fanfi. It isn't a typo.) writing for a couple of days.

Also all of you should keep in mind though that there, far more than likely, won't be any updates between the 24th of December and the 11th of January. It's Christmas and one of us *stares at partner* is going away around the 26th. This counts as us warning you ahead of time.

Yes so we'll hopefully be around the sixth/seventh chapter by then. Possibly more. Anyway, here it is.

Disclaimer: We don't own Supernatural, we do however own a piece of gum; a twenty cents coin and some picket lint.

After only ten minutes since Sam, although Cable-guy was still the preferred name in Allison's mind, had entered the apartment, it had become apparent that Allison knew less about Cable than she had previously thought.

Sam, had taken out a device, which looked very much like an old tape deck to her, and had begun waving it around slowly over the dividing wall. It was interesting to watch but after ten minutes, of nothing but this, it became quite boring.

She continued to watch this process though, or at least appeared to. In actual fact Allison hadn't been watching this "device" at all, she had been watching Sam. Carefully taking in every detail she could, without raising too much suspicion, she had already begun forming paragraphs in her mind to describe him. Luckily none of these had taken a turn for the more... female-appealing descriptions, that would hopefully stay away at least until the poor man had actually left.

After another five minutes of staring, Allison realised that Sam had realised she was watching him, rather than what he was doing. A fact made quite clear when he turned to face her.

He looked at her simply, "I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm not going to steal anything, if that's what you're thinking."

Allison blinked in shock. Not from the accusation, but from the surprise that he hadn't somehow figured out why she was actually watching him.

She offered a sheepish smile and decided to run with the convenient lie, "Sorry. You know what it's like. Can't be too careful nowadays."

He nodded in response, seemingly buying this answer, and turned back to whatever he had been doing before.

Squirming in her seat, at having been exposed to some degree, Allison decided perhaps a change in tactics was needed. You couldn't be misconstrued as staring at a person when you were talking to them. Technically looking at them was good manners, right?

"So where are you from? Your accent doesn't really sound familiar to the ones around here."

She could tell the question had caught him off guard by the way his body had stiffened. Perhaps he had thought that Allison would remain quiet, or even leave the room, after the "true" accusation had been made. Unfortunately for him Allison tended to lack subtlety when there was something she wanted, or wanted to know.

"Uh... well all over really. Dad was in the army so we moved around a lot."

Allison smiled a little to herself at this, "So my new detective is an army brat then..... great now I sound creepy, even to me."

"Oh OK. Brothers? Sisters?"

"One brother, older than me. You?"

"Well technically, I have an older brother. But if you were to see us on the street I would firmly deny knowing him, let alone being related to him."

Sam laughed, "I know the feeling."

She grinned, common ground had been found. She didn't care what people said. Sometimes taking a stab in the dark was the best option.

Allison continued, "Well don't get me wrong. I mean I do love him and everything, but sometimes he can be a pain in the ass. If it weren't for him I wouldn't even be here right now."

Sam kept working, apparently he had found something running through the floor and had begun to move across the room with the weird looking tape deck-thing, but nodded his head in encouragement for her to continue.

Allison didn't really know where to go from here. In reality here and Danny got along really well, she was merely trying to forge a bond, even if it was based on a lie, with Sam and had heard that most siblings got along only to a certain degree in their adult life. Plus Allison had half wanted to come for new material, so complaining about being there would probably sound fake even to her. She damned her inability to lie.

"Well I don't suppose it really matters too much.... After all Lila, who's my brother's girlfriend, loves the damn cat I got sent here to look after." She hoped that didn't sound to fake, but from the look Sam had given here at this comment, she had probably been caught. Again.

"They have a cat? I thought animals weren't allowed in this building."

"Dammit! Would it kill you to keep you mouth shut for five minutes Allison? Stupid! STUPID! STUPID!"

He continued pretty quickly, probably as a result of the look that must have leaked on to Allison's face, "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. You seem pretty nice so I wouldn't want to get you in trouble," he gave her one of the grins he had offered outside of the apartment again, "but I really like cats. Can I see it?"

She attempted a grin, knowing it probably paled in comparison to his, "Well Scraps isn't what most people expect when they use the word cat," she paused, "he's actually pretty old. And smelly. And mangy. Actually he looks more like an over-sized rat than a cat."

Sam let out a laugh at this.

"Wooow. Even his laugh is beautiful."

Allison shook her head, well aware that the comments her mind was making wasn't helping towards her overall plan of being "not creepy".

"Uh... I guess so. I just have to find him first," she paused again, this time looking briefly around the room, "He's exceptionally good at hiding sometimes, so it's probably best if you keep working while I find him."

Sam merely nodded and continued, whatever exactly it was, that he was doing.

She left the room, and entered the kitchen, thinking it would be the most logical place to find Scraps. Around five o'clock he could usually be found waiting by his food bowl, and with a glance at the clock Allison realised it was almost 4:45.

A quick look around the room confirmed her suspicions, Scraps would not be easy to find, yet again.

After searching the living area once more; the airing cupboard; four different boxes; the spare room and the bathroom, although the former was highly unlikely, Allison reached Lila and Danny's bedroom.

Logically this would be the most unlikely place to find Scraps, not only because she had been left a note informing her that Scraps knew he was not allowed in this room, but also because she was quite sure, that the room's door had been closed for the entire duration of her visit.

Upon entering the room however, and conducting a brief search, Allison found Scraps hiding underneath the bed.

She attempted to grab him by the scruff of his neck, although this probably would have caused Lila to shriek had she been present. In the last few days though, she had discovered it was one of the, few, ways to pick up Scraps without receiving a scratch for her efforts.

Unfortunately reaching Scraps, as apposed to picking him up, was an entirely different matter. He had managed to wedge himself as far under the bed as cat-inly possible, making it extremely difficult to grab him.

Allison sighed, but being stubborn, spent the next four minutes trying to coax him out from his hiding place.

Finally, bribing him with food, he crawled out from underneath the bed and began his odd purring. Had he been a person Allison might have smacked him.

Ignoring this urge, she scooped him up and walked back into the living area to show him to Sam. If showing him a cat would make him happy, and possibly more talkative, then searching for Scraps for twenty minutes seemed a small price to pay.

Once reaching Sam, Scraps in her arms, Allison beamed and held him out as though he were to be inspected.

Still beaming, her voice came out as though she had just accomplished an incredible feat, "I found him!"

Allison's smile vanished from her face though as a look of curiosity replaced it.

She looked from Scraps, now held by Sam, to Sam, and back again.

"Are they having a stare down?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WE DID IT!!!

Hello people! Sorry we took so long to update but I've had night-shifts for ages so we haven't been able to work on this for awhile. I have a few mire shifts this week so progress will still be slow and for this I apologise.

Remember slow updates between the 24th of December and 11th of January!

We'll try to update as soon as possible! Hope you like it! And you will all finally find out what's up with the cat next chapter as a reward for all of your patience with us! Bye!

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