AN: Hey, sorry about not posting on Tuesday. Life has this way of taking over. Currently I'm lucky to get more than four hours sleep each night, which leaves little time and energy for fan fiction. Also this story kind of sucks at the moment (Sorry about that). For the time being I will only be posting once per week as thats about as much as I can handle. I'm thinking about doing a sequel to We are Thieves, featuring James and the crew,(Romance, and robbing and kidnapping, Oh my! ;) so that I can tie up loose ends on that. Let me know if you're interested! Don't forget to review!

They broke down the doors to Simon's base with more enthusiasm than he thought necessary. Of course he had seen them coming on his monitors, but he knew it was too late by that time. Even before then, Simon could have sworn he knew it was coming from the moment he woke up that morning. Something had been off.

So when Interpol crashed through the doors and began shouting commands at him to put his hands above his head, Simon just sighed and rolled his eyes. They made the usual show of cuffing him and leading him out to the car to be carted off to jail. More painful than the too tight metal handcuffs was the sight of Interpol spreading out across Simon's place, poking and prodding at his equipment. The idiots had no idea what they were doing.

"Hey, be careful with that!" Simon yelled at one of them. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?"

Of course, they all ignored him and continued on taking apart his lab, searching for evidence. Not that they really needed it. They already had more than enough of a paper trail to convict Simon.

It was his own fault really. He had been reckless. Stupid, even. Simon had carelessly forgotten to cover up his tracks on the last job he pulled with Kat and the crew, and now he would suffer the consequences.

They led him to the armored car and shoved him into back seat with more force than was required. A familiar face appeared in the open window.

"I'm sorry, mate. I didn't have much of a choice." Nick said quietly. He couldn't risk any of his colleges finding out he was some how related to the criminal.

"Yeah, I get it. It was sloppy work." Simon couldn't be too irritated with Nick.

"I would've helped you out, it's just, if I had let this one go someone might have noticed."

"Well, congrates. You get to keep your secret and your job, while I go to jail." Simon tired not to sound too bitter.

Interpol was now hauling his precious equipment out in boxes. Simon winced as they dropped them crudely into the back of a truck.

Nick ran a hand through his hair. "I really am sorry, Simon."

"It's not me you should be apologizing to."

He groaned at the thought of Kat's reaction. "She's going to be angry, isn't she?"

"She's going to be pissed."

Nick took a deep breath before reaching to open his apartment door. He braced himself for Hurricane Kat to hit him full force. He expected yelling, screaming, maybe even crying (on his part of course). But what Nick found behind the door of apartment 247 terrified him more than any of that.

The place was silent. There were no shouts of anger or broken dishes shattered across the floor. It was eerily calm.

Nick surveyed the place, looking for damage or signs of Kat's rage. Something seemed different, but Nick couldn't quite discern what it was yet.

Kat immerged from the bedroom and strode past Nick to the living room. She didn't look at him or even acknowledge his presence.

Nick sighed and prepared to recite his speech. "Look, I know you're angry and I am sorry that I didn't help Simon, but it was too-" He saw Kat move quickly about the space grabbing clothing and items which she then threw into an open suitcase on the ground.

"Wait," Nick paused his rehearsed speech. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

Kat didn't answer she only tossed more things in the bag. It dawned on Nick that she was packing to leave and a horrible rush of panic swept through him.

"Kat, you can't leave over this! Simon will be out of jail soon. We can find some way to get him out, alright." Still no reply. "Love, please stop." He begged, reaching for her.

Kat wheeled on him. Her face was filled a deadly rage. "No!" She screamed. "You were supposed to help him, and instead you let him rot in jail! You said that you would help him!"

"There was too much evidence. Simon got sloppy. I couldn't cover up that much mess without someone noticing."

"So you let Simon go to jail so that you could keep you job?"

"Its more complicated than that and you know it!"

Kat spun on her heel and continued her course around the apartment, sweeping up all of her possessions.

"It was his own fault, Kat. Simon should have been more careful. He left a massive paper-trail behind him."

"I don't care how big the trail was Nick. You could have helped him but you didn't!"

"It would have cost me my job! More than that it might have landed me in prison."

"So that's it, is it? You're job is more important than your family?"

"Kat, I'm a cop. I can't just-"

"Did you really mean it when you said hell or high water? Or was that just a lie?" Kat asked in a tone so quiet it scared Nick.

"What?"

Her blue eyes starred into Nick's. "If I was the one who had screwed up, if it was me that had left the paper trail would you have abandoned me too?"

"Of course not-"

"Don't lie to me!" She snapped.

Nick just stared at Kat in silence. It should have been an obvious answer, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. To leave Interpol behind would be to leave everything he had ever known.

This small woman stood in front of him, asking him if he would give the world up to love her, and Nick froze. "I…"

Kat picked up her bag. "Goodbye, Nick." She tried to walk around him but Nick stepped in front of her.

"Don't go. Please, Kat. Don't go." He begged.

"You can't stop me, Nick. It's my choice."

Nick grabbed her sides and pulled her towards him with more force than he realized. "Seven years, Kat! You haunted my mind for seven years. I have you now and I won't let you leave that easy."

"It's my choice!" She screamed as she fought against his hold. "You can't stop me! You can't hold me here, Nick!"

He released her. "Then I'll follow you. Wherever you go I will find you. I'm not going lose you again. Never again, Kat!"

"Why won't you just let me leave, Nick? Why?"

"Because I love you!" He shouted.

"But I don't love you!" Kat screamed back. They both froze as her words settled to the ground like falling snow. Cold and heavy, they made Nick shiver. He felt his heart crack down the middle but he couldn't bring himself to believe what he had just heard.

"What did you say?" He whispered.

"I-I said I don't love you."

Nick inhaled sharply as his cracked heart shattered like ice. His hands fell away from her. "I don't believe you. I can't."

Kat pushed passed Nick without a word. Her head was screaming. What had she just done? It was too late to take the words back. His heart lays in pieces, scattered across the floor.

She paused in the doorway, looking back at the broken boy. "Goodbye, Nick."

Stunned into silence, Nick turned around to say something, anything that would fix this, but she was already gone.

AN: Not sure when I post next, probably next Friday. Maybe sooner if I develop superhuman powers between now and then. We'll see how it goes, I guess. Review please! Thanks for reading -A sleep deprived Niephora