A/N: Some quick thank yous to my beloved reviewers: An Anonymous Soul, Laserai, Nadine J, MISS-DEATH-WAS-HERE, angelfan86, Gryffindor'sSlytherinPrincess, Anime WarriorSkye, Tiger Green, RagamuffinSundrop, Repophantom, EvilRootBeer, Smile, SilverDustXHearts, TheMarshmaloWizardGhostCookie (I especially love your name!) Jambled Distress, Wolfes Groupie, Ag, and Lydiathia (Thank you so so much, that was an amazingly wonderful review).

So, I got some mixed feelings on Luke, which I totally understand. I just really did not want to be the five hundredth person to name him Terrance. I mean, Terrance is an awesome name, but I just didn't want to be like everyone else. So, I just hope you all still love Graverobber, even with the name I gave him.

Warnings: Language, drug use, sensual situations, things you'd expect from a story about Graverobber, and SPOILERS!

Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! The Genetic Opera, or the characters. I only wish. Any OC's are mine, however.

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"WHAT?"

Pavi Largo ducked his head to narrowly avoid being hit by the desk lamp his sister had flung towards him. He was used to that sort of treatment.

"You're trying to tell me that that bitch is still in the city!" Amber screeched at the GeneCop standing before him. He cowered slightly.

"I'm afraid s-so, Miss Sweet," he stammered. "She was seen last n-night on the North side of town with the man known as G-graverobber."

Amber spun and glared at him, then gave a motion with her hand. Her body guard pulled out his gun, and in seconds the GeneCop was bleeding on the floor.

"No need to lose-a your temper, sister," muttered Pavi in disgust.

"That fucking bastard lied to me," Amber snapped. "I'll have both their heads on a silver platter."

The door banged open and Luigi came strolling in, stepping over the dead GeneCop as though he wasn't even there.

"I thought you said your Repo man was handling the Lee case," he snapped angrily at Amber.

"I am not in the fucking mood Luigi," growled Amber. "Besides I'm pulling every GeneCop off their current cases, to look for the Wallace girl."

"Amber," snapped Luigi and Pavi at the same time.

"Shut up, both of you," Amber snapped back, walking briskly to the doors. She swung them open and two new GeneCops stepped through the door.

"Get a team together," she said, her voice dangerous. "Search down the north side of town, find their tracks, and bring her here." There was a long moment of silence. "NOW!"

The GeneCops both jumped around and rushed out the door, eager to get away from their boss.

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Graverobber turned his head and looked at the masterpiece beside him. His coat had slipped off her back and it shone white in the darkness. There was a thick velvet ribbon around her neck that held on her pendant. It was the only thing that had remained on her. He placed his fingers on it and gently traced his finger across it. Then, he gently leaned over her and trailed soft kisses across her bare shoulders.

It had been amazing. She was soft and gentle, and completely perfect. He could still hear her breathing in his ear, still feel her soft skin against his. And waking up next to her… well that was the best part. He'd never woken beside a beautiful woman before. Sex was business for him, once it was over, it was over. There weren't the soft kisses, the holding hands in the darkness, the sweet whispers. There wasn't the listening to breath as he slowly drifted to sleep.

As much as he hated to admit it, he was finding himself falling…

"Nope," he muttered out loud.

"Luke?" asked Shilo, slowly turning over.

"Good morning," Graverobber said softly, watching as she stretched.

"Morning," she replied smiling and snuggling closer to him.

"Sleep well?" asked Graverobber.

Shilo's smile grew as she thought of the night before. "Very well."

"Good," whispered Graverobber, kissing her forehead.

The pool light's lit up the world around the two of them. Shilo reached up and gently ran her hands through Graverobber's hair. She smiled as she realized it was still wet.

"We should go home," she said softly, kissing his neck.

He groaned and rolled on top of her to pin her down. "Are you sure about that?" he whispered softly.

His words raised goose bumps on Shilo's arms, but before she could answer, there was a loud banging on the pool door.

"GeneCo authorities!" called out a booming voice.

"Shit," hissed Graverobber.

The two of them stumbled up. Graverobber grabbed their clothes and pulled on his pants. Shilo wrapped herself in his giant coat which hung around her like a tent.

Graverobber ran toward the wall, where a rusty ladder stood. He climbed rapidly, with Shilo rushing after him.

"What are they doing here?" she whispered, following as quickly after him as she could.

"I don't know," he muttered above her. "But them finding you isn't good."

He pulled himself into the steel rafters, then turned and pulled Shilo up as well. There was another loud crash from below them as the GeneCops struggled against the locked door.

"Here," muttered Graverobber, pointing forward at a hole in the wall. There was another bang.

Shilo rushed after him carefully and stared at the hole in the wall that was the size of her fist.

"Look," Graverobber said softly, running his hands down the wall. It had ridges in it.

"When I open this hole in the wall, climb down the ridges, then run like hell," Graverobber whispered softly, grasping Shilo's hands.

"What about you?" she hissed.

"I'm right behind you kid," he whispered with a tiny grin. Shilo could see a glint in his eyes. She could see how excited he was about the chase. She quickly leaned up and kissed him.

Suddenly, the door below them banged open and a swarm of GeneCops carrying guns rushed in. Any moment one of them could look up and see the two half-naked people above them.

"Fuck," muttered Graverobber. He wrapped his shirt around his hand, then reached for the rotting steel, grasped an edge, and pulled.

There was a loud screech, but before Shilo could even peek and see if the GeneCops were looking, she was climbing through the tiny hole. She grabbed at the ridges in the wall, and half climbed, half slid down the wall. Above her, Graverobber was climbing out of the hole as well. She reached the ground and took off running.

Behind her, she could hear the sound of Graverobber's heavy boots. He caught up with her fast, and grabbed her hand, leading her in a direction she hadn't expected.

The two of them rushed down an alley, and before she could say anything Graverobber had thrown open a dumpster lid, and jumped in.

She hesitated a moment, but Graverobber peeked over the edge and raised his eyebrows at her. Taking a deep breath of what was sure to be her last breath of fresh air, she jumped into the dumpster behind him.

Graverobber slammed the lid slammed shut. Shilo was immediately swallowed by darkness and the smell of garbage. Trying not to hyperventilate, she snuggled closer to Graverobber and covered her nose.

"Well, isn't this romantic," he said softly, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. She shoved him a little, but couldn't help but notice that there was practically no space between them.

From outside, Shilo could hear loud footsteps. She held her breath and squeezed Graverobber's hand until the sounds faded.

"Easy there kid," muttered Graverobber. "I might need that hand someday."

Shilo giggled and slowly eased up her grip on his hand. She slowly got up on her knees and pushed the lid up a bit so that she could peek out. The alley was empty.

Graverobber grabbed Shilo's wrist and pulled her back down. She fell on top of him.

"Well," he chuckled.

"It's your fault we are in this position," she snapped.

Her eyes were slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the darkness. She could see a smile stretching across his face.

"What?" she asked, laughing softly.

He just smiled again and pulled her lips down to his.

She pulled away laughing. "This isn't very romantic," she whispered.

"Since it seems as though we'll be spending a while in here," he turned Shilo over and lay across her. "We might as well pass the time."

Shilo shook her head at the man above her. "You are relentless," she whispered.

"Yep," he whispered back, leaning down to kiss her once more.

But as light kisses were turning slowly into something more, across town, someone was finding exactly what they were looking for.