A/N: So I'm one big whopping ball of inspiration. And apparently it's all getting better. We're heading into Grilo territory. Yay :3

Disclaimer: I own nothing :( Oh, but what if I did... *shoots into dreamy fangirl mode*

It was a slow night so they had cut out early from dealing. Shilo was sitting on top of a tomb watching the Graverobber, who she had come to call G during their growing friendship, pulls out bodies from other tombs. He was extracting zydrate like a pro.

She liked watching him at work. It made her peaceful when her mind was all over the place. And lately it had been all over the place, because her 21st birthday was coming up and the media knew this. Headlines like Will Shilo Wallace claim GeneCo? Were all over the place. Old rumours were revisited and journalists were actively looking for her again. It freaked her out. The Graverobber knew this and that was why he had invited her to come along this night. To talk, hang out and get some of the stuff they made money off.

"I read a good rumour about you yesterday." He said while putting a needle into the nose of a corpse.
"Oh?" Shilo said, looking up at the sky.
"Some people claim you're actually Rotti's kid. They figured out that the relationship between your parents overlapped with that of your mom and Largo. It's all quite amusing." He put the cadaver back where it came from and looked around for something else.

"It might be possible," The girl muttered, lying back on the tomb.
"You're not even curious?"
"As far as I'm concerned the man who raised me is my father. I know he has done horrible things, but how well balanced would you be if you accidentally killed your wife," Shilo said dryly.
He looked at her slender form lying on the tomb. He liked her. She had a sardonic sense of humour and she was standing with both feet on the ground. At was hard to find those kinds of women these days. But then again, you didn't become a happy, normal person from being locked up in house for 17 years and then see 3 people die in under half an hour. Two of which you loved or might've loved if you had gotten a chance to know them.

She sat up. "Are you done here?"
The Graverobber looked into his bag, counting the vials. "I am done here. Nothing left. But I need about 5 more vials."
She got of the tomb. "Which way, good man?"
He looked around. There were no GeneCops in this graveyard. He thought it was a little suspicious. But there was nothing he could do about that, besides being careful. "There's a big crypt on the left. I've only been there once or twice so there should be a lot of bodies with zydrate left."

They started walking, both on guard. But nothing happened. "This place is giving me the creeps."
"Me too, but whatya gonna do? We need the vials," He responded. She nodded slowly.
"I wonder if something is going on."
"Like what?"
"Maybe crazy Amber died!" Shilo said with a happy face, like a kid who'd just been given her favourite type of candy.
"If only dreams could come true," The Graverobber grinned. They reached the crypt. With a lot of weight they broke the wall and tumbled into it. The stench of death was reeking.
"Jackpot," they said in unison.

Since they actually had to break into it, it meant there were a lot of new bodies. Which meant a lot of zydrate. Maybe even the best.
Under the guidance of a glowing vial they looked around. A lot of bodies.
"How many vials do you have with you?" He asked. Shilo looked at the ones that hung from her belt. She counted the empty ones. "10."
"I also have 10. So put together that's 35. We're in for a good night, kid." He grinned. She got out her own extraction device. It was time for some work.
They selected the ones who looked the freshest. That was quite hard to do by the blue glowing light and in a crypt where the rotting came very fast to newly dead bodies. But they did it in under an hour. They exchanged some high fives and where about to leave the crypt.

Luckily they noticed just in time that a bunch of GeneCops had gathered around the hole. They were waiting for the pair to come out. Shilo pressed herself against a wall, so they wouldn't notice her. The Graverobber did the same thing and looked around for an escape route. He quietly pointed to the walls and then to the roof on the other side of the crypt. There was a hole there. Slowly they both moved past the walls to where they could get out. When they had reached it, she climbed on to his shoulders and got out. Luckily, the roof was quite steep, so there was little chance that the GeneCops could see them. She reached in for the Graverobber with both arms. He climbed up as well. This was not the first time they had done this. Quietly they slipped down and jumped over the nearest fence. The street was empty. Without any problem they changed from two thieves to a couple out for a stroll. Sure, they looked weird, but who didn't these days. Shots sounded from the graveyard.

Shilo wiped some sweat away, "They changed their fucking policy."
"I think it's still 'shoot graverobbers on sight'," He said pensively.
"No asshat. They're more sneaky. No hoopla or anything," She said, giving the Graverobber a push.
"Asshat? That's new," He smirked and wrapped an arm around her.
"Picked it up from one of the rich kids at the market," She replied, putting her own arm around his waist.
"You're right though. It's gonna be more tricky from now on. Like it wasn't hard enough," He sighed. The rest of the way they walked in silence.

They were standing in front of Shilo's apartment building, facing each other. She noticed how she had grown fond of the man thing. They had grown to be quite close in the time that they'd known each other. She smiled a little. "Do you want to come up for some coffee? It's only 2."
He shook his head, "No, I need to go home. Pretend that I live there so I still have a place to keep my belongings."
She shrugged, "Fine by me. You know I always have a couch for you to sleep on."
He moved closer with that evil smirk of his and said with a low voice, "I'd rather sleep in your bed."
"All in good time, lover." There was a grin on her face. She moved in to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. She liked kissing him on the cheek. It was warm, a touch of humanity, however weird.

He turned his head and kissed her on the lips. There was no crashing of lips. A slight tingle, that was all. No panting, no moaning. Just a kiss. Then he pulled away and said, "I haven't had sex in 3 months."
"Why don't you do one of your scalpel sluts? " He shuddered. "Or! One of those lonely women you told me about.

He grinned at that. Then he put on his cutesy innocent face that Shilo found slightly unsettling. "I'd rather have you."
"Why?"
"Well, for one I actually like you. Two, you're good looking." He had had a lot of time to see her as a bed partner instead of that little innocent girl he met almost 4 years ago.
She mulled it over in her brain. She liked him, she liked sex and it was a nice change of pace to do it in a bed for once.
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
She looked up. "What do you think?"
The man searched her face for a clue, but she looked completely unfazed. "No?"
"Exactly. So are you coming up or what?"
"I think my apartment will be there still tomorrow morning."

A/N: Pretty soon there's going to be more explicit stuff. Not just insinuation. I do love Grilo, but I try to keep it not corny. Which is hard. But yah ^^;; Review pl0x!