Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

By tenshinrtaiga

Disclaimer: I don't own the Finder.

Pairing/Characters: Willa/Timo, some Timo/Magdalena.

Summary: After Uncle Shad denies their request to end their engagement, Timo and Willa decide to drown their sorrows in alcohol which leads to some interesting results.

A/N - I did some research, but there's next to no info on Gypsies and what I did find contradicted The Finder. So I tried to combine fact with fiction :) I got my info from the British documentary Big Fat Gypsy Weddings.


Magdalena gave a large grin as her friend Shiloh twirled around in the dress. "It looks great," she complimented.

Shiloh leaned in close to examine the girl's face. "Liar," she announced after a second. "I can't believe you'd try and lie to me!" Shiloh shrieked as she went back in the dressing room. "What would have happened if I'd believed you? I would have bought a dress that I looked horrible in!"

"Oh, give the girl a break," Bali said, flipping through a magazine she'd found in the front of the store. "She's still upset about Timo."

Shiloh gave a repentant sigh as she re-emerged from the dressing room in a different dress. "Sorry, Mags," she said softly at the brunette girl who looked to be close to tears.

"I just don't get it," Magdalena confessed, not for the first time. "Everything was going so great. I really thought he liked me."

"He did." Shiloh patted her friend's shoulder comfortingly.

"He said he had to go see Uncle Shad," Magdalena continued on as if she hadn't heard the blonde's words. "It wasn't the usual business meeting. I thought he was going to ask for my hand."

Shiloh continued to rub Magdalena's shoulder, glaring at Bali who hadn't even bothered to look up from her magazine. Sensing the glare, Bali shrugged. She had heard it all before; they both had. Magdalena had been crying about it for almost four weeks now.

"But now he hasn't talked to me since!" Magdalena sniffled, as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks.

"Oh no," Bali moaned. She was not interested in her friend's waterworks. She loved Mags, she did. But if she had to sit and watch her sob over some boy who apparently didn't love her anymore, she was going to kill herself… or Magdalena. Probably Magdalena. "How about we go out to dinner. My treat," she offered, hoping to distract the girl and thus get out of the waterworks.

Magdalena sighed but nodded. "Alright."

"Wait," Shiloh cried out. The other two turned back to the girl. "My dress?"

They both looked down as if surprised. They had completely forgotten what they were even doing in the store to begin with. "It's cute," Bali offered with Magdalena nodding in agreement.

With a wide smile, Shiloh quickly changed out of the dress and bought it. Carrying the bag, she dragged her friends out of the store and farther down the boardwalk. "Well if Bali's paying, we'll go to that new expensive Italian restaurant," she teased over her shoulder.

"Haha," Bali deadpanned. Shiloh turned to the side as if to say something, when suddenly she stopped walking. "What's up?" Bali asked, turning to look at what caught her friend's attention.

Shiloh smirked knowingly. "Look who it is, Mags." She turned to point farther down the boardwalk. There, standing waiting on the railing was Timo Proud, the very boy Magdalena had been complaining about.

"How did he know where I was?" Magdalena asked, though the smile on her face as she self-consciously pat don her hair said she didn't really care how he found her.

Bali shrugged, uncaring. "Maybe he asked your folks."

"He's probably here to surprise you," Shiloh squealed. "Go up to him!" She turned to encourage her friend.

The brunette took several steps forward before suddenly faltering. The three girls watched in surprise as a blonde girl came up to Timo. She was dressed like a Gypsy, but there was no way that she was one. For one, none of the girls recognized her. For another, Gypsy girls weren't allowed alone with a boy until they were married. It was why the three girls traveled everywhere together in a pack. So thus, the blonde must be a gajen. It was hard to tell sometimes with the popularity of boho fashion to tell who was Gypsy and who was an outsider.

The three stared in shock when Timo grinned and handed the girl his carton of food before they set off, walking the boardwalk and watching the sunset. "I guess now we know why he's been avoiding me," Magdalena said brokenly, even as her feet automatically followed the couple.

"We don't know that," Bali pointed out sensibly. "They could just be friends." As if done purposefully to contradict her, Timo wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, tugging her into his body tightly.

Magdalena choked as she tried to hold back sobs. She failed when Timo leaned down to kiss the blonde's head. Shiloh shifted uncomfortably at her friends sobbing form, aware of the stares they were all receiving from the other people on the boardwalk. "Maybe we should go home."

"Don't you want to follow them?" Bali asked mostly in curiosity. "She looks Gypsy."

Shiloh looked at the brunette like she was an idiot. "There's no way that girl is Gypsy. She's meeting Timo alone," she stated obviously.

"She might have ditched her escorts," Bali countered. It was possible, but no one really dared to. The reason why girls weren't allowed alone with a boy was because anything could happen or they could say that anything happened and there would be no proof of the truth. If a boy lied and said that he slept with a Gypsy girl before marriage, the girl would be ruined whether it was true or not. No Gypsy boy would marry a girl who wasn't pure. So girls traveled in packs so that there were always witnesses to any interactions.

"No," Magdalena said strongly. "She has to be gajen."

Her two friends looked at each other but didn't say a word. It was likely that Magdalena was right, but the way she said it… it sounded more like she wanted it to be the truth instead of it being something she genuinely thought. If Timo was cheating on her with another Gypsy… she would be devastated.

"Look, they're boarding a bus," Shiloh pointed out to her two brunette friends.

Without another word to her friends, Magdalena sprinted forward to board the bus in the back, careful to hide behind other people so that she wouldn't be seen. Her friends were forced to jump on board as well, barely making it as the bus took off.

"Where are we going?" Bali muttered after several long minutes of watching the scenery. They had left the main city and were heading down the highway toward the Keys. Shiloh shrugged in response having no clue either. Magdalena, meanwhile, didn't even bother responding. She had calmed down considerably from her breakdown on the boardwalk, but her eyes were still damp as the slightest incident threatened to cause more tears to fall.

As they continued on the bus, more and more people got off and the three girls began to worry that they would be spotted. Luckily, neither Timo nor his companion looked behind them, so the girls were safe. Finally the two got off at a stop, seemingly in the middle of nowhere; at least nowhere the girls knew of. They waited until Timo and the blonde had started walking before hastily jumping off the bus before it could leave. They followed the pair up a hill, carefully to stay on the edge of the nearby forest so that they could duck and hide if either of the two turned around. Halfway up the hill, the blonde shoved Timo causing him to chase after her.

Magdalena made to run after them when Bali grabbed her arm. "If we run, they'll hear us," she cautioned.

"But we'll lose them!" the brunette girl wailed.

"What the hell could be up there?" Bali asked logically. "We're in the middle of nowhere climbing up a hill. I think we'll be able to spot them."

Magdalena crossed her arms angrily, but ultimately listened to her friend as the three girls continued their slowed pace up the hill. When they reached the top, they were surprised to find a bar. They peaked into the windows, but found it to be deserted.

"Great, now we lost them!" Magdalena scowled, turning a blaming glare at her friend.

"I don't think so," Shiloh murmured, wide eyed as she pointed to a trailer in front of the bar. Through the window, they could hazily make out Timo, but unfortunately, they could also see the blonde girl. "What are you doing?" she asked in a harsh whisper when Magdalena moved forward.

"Meet me by the woods near the trail," she whispered back, her short brown locks blowing in the wind. "I need to see for hundred percent sure myself." Her two friends exchanged a look, but ultimately did as told. Magdalena meanwhile made her way closer to the trailer, sneaking quietly so that she didn't warn them off. Once she reached the trailer, she ducked down and peaked though the window. If there was any doubt before, there wasn't any now. Timo stood between the girl's legs, smirking as she removed his shirt from his body.

Gypsy boys were allowed a lot more freedom than the girls were. Unlike girls, they could travel by themselves, stay out at any hour and no one would say anything. They even sometimes had sex with outsiders instead of waiting for marriage like was proper. While relations with outsiders was frowned upon, as long as they didn't fall in love with a gajen and try and run away with her, most of the others turned a blind eye.

This, however, was different. For Timo to cheat on a Gypsy girl with an outsider, with a gajen… it was like a slap in Magdalena's face; the biggest insult possible. It was saying that she wasn't good enough for him and that even an outsider was better than her.

Magdalena stumbled back, confronted with the horrifying sight. She had suspected, but despite Timo's closeness on the boardwalk and on the bus, the two had done nothing that couldn't be written off as platonic. But this… there was no mistaking this.

She turned to run away, tears flooding her eyes once more, but in her haste, she knocked over a metal chair causing a loud ruckus. She debated whether or not to still run when she heard the trailer door open behind her. Damn him for being so quick, she thought as she turned around to face him. She saw as his eyes widened in surprise and curse words fell out of his mouth. She smirked viciously in response. He deserved to be surprised. He deserved to be vulnerable. He deserved to be hurt.