Lincoln stared out the window of the car, how they caught him was already slipping to the back of his mind as his brain noted once again the feel of the cold steal around his wrists. He couldn't even bare to remmember the look on Michael's face when they brought him down. Utter devastation. Droplets ran down the outside of the car like tears and he reached his hands up running the tip of his finger down the glass leaving a line of condensation. It hadn't been very long.

"Cause you're in the rain Lincoln"

………

She had been making him a cup of tea to ward of the chill in the air when he got the call. It was time for another job. They were much younger then.

"I'm going out for a while" he said gruffly pulling on a black leather jacket "I'll wait for my ride outside" he tried to ignore the disappointment in her voice as she followed him down the hallway.

"Linc! You promised you'd stay here with me today" she said as they reached the front door the sound of the drizzle outside getting heavier.

"I know, I'm sorry but I can't" he replied pulling the door open with unnecessary force. It slammed against the wall and she jumped. It was the shame that made him angry. The shame that made him feel hollow. It was shame that made him want to tell her to go because he wasn't good enough for her and always made him wonder why she was still here. She grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.

"Lincoln!" she exclaimed. He snatched his hand away walking out of the house, down the stairs and into the rain. This was the only way he could repay his debt, he never regretted asking for the money for a minute but he did regret the means he had to resort to to pay it back. He trudged down the path and into the street shutting the gate behind him. Then he waited to hear the front door close and know that she had retreated back into the house. He didn't want her to see the kind of scum he worked with. Still he waited but the clunk of wood against wood didn't come. Instead there was a different sound, quiet and only just discernable over the beating of water falling; light steps on the stairs leading down from the porch then nothing. Slowly he looked over his shoulder to see her standing at the beginning of the path her singlet, jeans and skin becoming more drenched by the second.

"What are you doing?" he asked turning to face her.

"I'm standing in the rain" she replied firmly.

"Why are you standing in the rain?" he said raising his voice "Go back inside!"

"No" she said in determination.

"Go inside" he growled opening the gate and walked towards her.

"No I'm standing here for a reason, Lincoln!" she said as he drew closer then her voice began to quiver and he stopped a foot from her.

"I'm standing here cause…" as her long black hair hung heavily over her shoulders and her clothes grew wetter clinging to her skin two tears ran down her cheeks. She smiled.

"Cause your in the rain Lincoln"

He watched her cry for a moment, it was like watching an angel, and then he pulled her to him holding her tight in his strong arms. She nuzzled his chest softly and tenderly and he whispered her name. It was one of the most intimate moments in his life. After a while he loosened his arms and looked down at her lovely face. She ran a hand along the curve of his chin. They kissed and he nearly wept for what she had given him. For what she had always given him.

"Keep your hands on your knees!" an official voice ordered from the front of the car then the divers eyes widened his tone changing to surprise "Are you ok?"

The accused killer's face was twisted with pain, tears running down his face. His head was slightly bowed, as he rested his hand on the glass as though he was reaching for the downpour outside.

"Veronica…you'll always be in the rain"