"Celina and Dutch should have been back by now, shouldn't they?" Javier was the one to ask this before the gang began to go back into their homes for the night.

Arthur nodded, standing to his feet glancing over in the direction of he and Sadie's home to see her sitting on their porch swing, waiting for him, "I thought they would have been back by now. Maybe... maybe they decided to take advantage of being out alone together?"

Bill was paying attention to the conversation from where he stood leaning against a barrel with a beer bottle in his hand, "Celina wouldn't be out this late, with Dutch or otherwise."

Arthur eyed Bill with intrest rather than annoyance although he would be lying if he said he wasn't wanting to comment on the fact that the man once again had a bottle in his hand, "How would you know that?"

"Cause I know Celina. She gets real uncomfortable... when she can't see her surrounding well." Bill took another swig of his beer, "I'm gonna go and look for the two of them. Any of you feel free to join."

Arthur took a deep breath, "I don't know, Bill... maybe they're on their way back. I'd say let's give them a little while longer."

"Well I'm going." Bill slammed down the empty bottle and pushed himself away from the barrel, "If something is going on out there with them..." he didn't bother to finish his sentence before heading in the direction of the horses, not having had quite enough beer to make him drunk.

Javier hesitated for a moment, "I think I'm going to go with him, Arthur... just in case something has happened, Bill may need backup."

Arthur dipped his head in defeat and looked back over to Sadie who was making her way back up to them, "Do you want to ride with us? We're going to go out looking for Celina and Dutch, they've been gone for a while."

Sadie nodded without hesitation, "Of course I'll go. They'd do the same for us. Heck, I owe it to Dutch for saving my life all those years ago."

Charles let out a groan but stood up as well, despite himself, "Worse case scenario, you may need someone to help track them down. I'll come along as well."

...

Celina stared across the small room they were holed up in at Dutch who like herself, was tied down to a chair. Present time they were the only ones in the room, the bounty hunter who had been in there a minute ago having stepped outside. To say the least, she was a bit torn over how she felt about Dutch for the time being. Should she be livid with him for not listening to her and getting them in a situation such as the one they were currently in? Or should she be feeling love and fear for him since it seemed that come tomorrow morning, she may never see him again?

Celina tipped her head back and closed her eyes, trying to think. There had to be a way out of there. There had to be. This couldn't be the end. It couldn't. She opened her eyes slowly and made eye contact with Dutch again, "Dutch?"

The look on the leaders face was one of a desperate, broken man. If she was closer to him, she may have been able to see the tears forming in his eyes. Then again, not a whole lot was visable as they were only going by the light of the lantern sitting at the edge of the door, "I am so sorry."

Celina couldn't bring herself to choose hatred or love at that point, so, what she said was a combination of both, tears pricking at her own eyes, "I can't say it's ok, Dutch, how could I? We're... I love you. I love you so much.." she sniffled, "I was having one of the best nights in a little while with you and now we're here. We're here and we're probably both going to die all because you couldn't find it within yourself to listen to me." A tear slid down her cheek, "How could you, Dutch? We had all we ever dreamed of, freedom- true freedom and you went and threw it away all because you wanted another unneccessary score."

"I didn't," Dutch started, "I didn't think that we would get caught. I'm sorry. I never," Dutch glanced at the door which the bounty hunter was sure to be returning through at any moment, "I never meant to risk the life we had back home. Never. If i would have known that something like this was going to happen-"

Celina cut him off, "I warned you that I had a bad feeling that we were going to end up getting caught. You didn't seem to care one bit. You've gotten greedy, Dutch."

"I'm not greedy."

"Yes," she spat at him, "Yes you are. Now I just might have to pay for your greed with my life. I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe you would ever be ok with living a quiet life." She managed to bite her tongue to keep the next thought she had from flying out of her mouth. That thought? Well, it was that she could hardly believe she was stupid enough to let herself fall in love with him. Clearly she was stupid enough to fall in love with him though, and she was paying for it now.

Dutch tried to pull his hands away from the rope restraining them, "We're going to get out of here. I promise you. We will, we'll make it back to everyone and lay low for the rest of our lives. We will not, ever, draw attention to ourselves again." He looked her right in the eyes, "I am going to be a father to that baby you're carrying and I am going to be the man you deserve. You'll see. If we just, if we just get out of here, we will be fine."

Celina hardly found it within herself to even have a reaction to the words that left his mouth, they were all so familiar. Promises he had more or less made before, and then only kept them for an indefinite period of time. She was so tired of the promises be so oftenly broke. That promise about being the man she deserved? He had made that promise too many times when in reality, if he meant it- if it truly meant it, he should have only had to make that promise once. He should have kept his promise about becoming the man she deserved years ago after she had returned to him following her brief separation from him after the night of the Mayor's party. She stared blankly at him, "Why don't we just work on getting out of here and work out everything else later?"

At that, the door opened and two bounty hunters came into the room, the usual guy with a bald head and thick, grey beard along with a younger guy with wild blonde hair. The blonde walked up with a confident smirk on his face, "I think we're the first ones to have successfully captured you, Van Der Linde." He threw something small at Dutch, probably a pebble and laughed, "So, tomorrow morning we will be handing the two of you over to the law."

Dutch chuckled, immediately putting forth his untouchable act, "We will see about that, son, we will most certainly see about that."

"We may be willing to make a deal for you miss...?" The older man in the room addressed Celina.

Celina raised a brow at him, "Knoll. Celina Knoll and by God are you going to remember my name."

The man laughed half heartedly, "Celina Knoll... Well I'll be, I think I have heard of you vaguely. We will turn you in with Dutch here, I'm sure the law will deem you guilty by association with him and I'm sure you'll be hung alongside him... unless..."

Celina glared daggers of hate into the man who's name she didn't care to know, "Unless what?" Discreetly, Celina twisted her hands at different angles, doing the best she could to loosen the rope around her wrists.

"Unlesssss," The bald man dragged on, "You would be so kind to reveal to us the location of the rest of the oh so feared Van Der Linde gang."

Celina laughed at that, truly laughed, "Do you really think I'm going to value my own freedom over the lives of my family? Sir, I've got to say you're even crazier than I thought you were if you think I'm going to rat them out."

"Oh I see," the man nodded in a manner of feigned acceptance, "So the threat on your life may not be enough to get you to talk..." he moved over to Dutch and pointed his gun at him, "But if I threatened his life..."

Celina scoffed and continued in trying to free her hands secretly, "You won't kill him, not with how much more valuable he is alive to you than dead." She licked her lips, "Even if you did kill him here and now, it wouldn't really matter, he would be hung by the law within the matter of a week anyway if you handed him over alive. I don't understand how you think you have anything to make a deal with." She felt the rope go slack around her wrists and kept it from falling to the floor by holding it up just with her fingertips, "Unless..."

The bounty hunter looked at her with curiosity, "Unless what?"

Celina licked her lips, eyeing Dutch who had no idea what it was that she was doing. He looked like he trusted her though, then again, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He didn't seem to be formulating a plan, it was her, it was all her, "Well, come here."

The bounty hunter hesitated, "You can tell me what your proposition is from the distance we're at."

Celina sighed as if she were truly inconvenienced, "I suppose I could, but I won't... I don't-" she nodded to Dutch, "I don't want Dutch to hear what I have to say." She looked sad, "Please sir, just come over here so we can work on a deal. I promise to uphold my half of it... but please don't make me say it across the room. My hands are tied... literally, and with both of you armed.." She scoffed, "You could kill me or Dutch sooner than we could even come close to a weapon."

The man took a deep breath and looked from Celina, to Dutch, to the younger bounty hunter as if assessing the situation and made his way across the room, "Fine, but there's no guarantees that I'm going to take whatever deal you've thought up."

"I know, I know." Celina nodded and glanced over at the other bounty hunter who stood off to the side of the room, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the interactions of the other three. He had his guard down, that much was obvious. In fact, neither one of them exactly had their guards up, they didn't expect that Celina would have been able to work her restraints loose and free her hands.

When he stopped in front of her, Celina nodded him closer and he rolled his eyes. Celina let out a small huff of her own, "I want to make sure you hear me, and I'm not particularly fond of having to repeat myself. So please, letting me whisper in your ear is the least you can do..."

The man rather reluctantly complied by leaning down so that Celina's lips could meet his ear. Celina, getting what she wanted, began to speak to him, "I didn't want Dutch to hear because I didn't want him to die with a potentially broken heart... if he loves me, anyway. There is someone, back where we're staying that I need to go free... actually, a few people if you could spare them... they're-"

Feeling that Celina had him drawn into the conversation, that's when she made her move. At once, she sunk her teeth into the man's neck, severing his jugular artery and ripping his one side arm from his hand and the other from his holster, efficiently shooting the younger bounty hunter in the chest as she threw one of the two guns to Dutch and watched as the man whom had his jugular bit out by her fell to the ground, helplessly spasming.

She ejected her mouthfull of the bald man's blood onto the floor and took cover by the door just as Dutch did at the door on the the other side of the room, having managed to free himself from his restraints as well. She had caught the way Dutch had looked at her when she ripped that man's throat open with her teeth, it was a look that recognized savagery when it was seem. Celina was sure that what Dutch had seen her do would not go unspoken of.

She kicked the door open to reveal several bounty hunters turning their attention to the cabin. With a sarcastic smile, she shot the first three in either the chest or stomach, the best place she figured to shoot when her aim wasn't the best.

As she watched several others continue to come towards the small shack, she felt her heart sink, "Dutch.. these are six-guns... we're not going to be able to get to the ammo before they get to us." She yelled across the room to him as she fired off her last two shots and braced herself for death which was almost certain to come, barely hearing Dutch's reluctant acknowledgement.

It was precisely then that familiar gunfire sounded from close by and Celina dared to quickly poke her head out the door to see bounty hunters being mowed down by bullets. She laughed in both relief and victory as she took cover again with her back to the wall before meeting Dutch in the center of the room and reloading their weapons.

Dutch made eye contact with her but she couldn't exactly read the expression in his dark eyes. She knew that she had to look a mess, she could feel the pretty much dried blood of the man she had bitten into on her face. Fact of the matter was that she couldn't worry about cleaning herself up, not now. They had to get out of there and what she had done was the only thing she could think of at the time to do. If Dutch wanted to look at her like she was something else because of that, that was fine by her. As of the then and now, Dutch wasn't at the top of her list of favorite people anyway.

There were only a couple more hunters that Celina and Dutch had to pick off before they could leave the shack due to the help of whoever had come to their rescue. When they did finally step out of the dreadful musky building- if one would even call it that, Celina wiped at her face with her sleeves in a desperate attempt to remove the blood from her face. She at least wanted to get it away from the corners of her mouth.

Recognizing their rescuers as Bill, Sadie, Arthur, Javier and Charles, she beamed at the five of them, "I don't think I've ever been happier to see you guys in my whole life."

Dutch chucked as he made his way over to one of the chests the bounty hunters had sitting out in their camp, "I think I'm going to have to second that." He shot the chest open and began rummaging around for anything to steal, pocketing a few items and some money.

Arthur spoke up as Dutch continued to rummage through the camp, along with Celina who joined him in looking for their weapons, "There were quite a few folk here, trying to keep the two of you from escaping. Figured we'd have to free you from the shack ourselves, what happened back there?"

Dutch straightened up and holstered his two revolvers upon locating them, handing Celina her own, "Miss Knoll took care of us breaking free from the cabin to say the least. Of course we never would have made it far if it hadn't been for the five of you showing up."

Celina smiled and holstered her gun, "Yes, thank you guys, very much."

Arthur took a deep breath, and looked back over to the others who had come with him, resting his gaze on Bill before turning his attention back to Celina and Dutch, "Actually, to be fair, it was Bill who decided to go out looking for the two of you first."

Celina's eyes widened in surprise as she looked over in Bill's direction, only really being able to make out his outline in the dark, "You did?"

"Well, I... I did," he nodded and hesitated awkwardly, "I did because I knew it weren't like you to stay out so late. Figured maybe something had happened."

Celina couldn't help but to feel her heart swell a little at the thought that after almost 5 years of their relationship having ended he had still remembered that fact about her. He had took that fact to heart and it had ended up saving her life. He had saved her life not once, but twice. She cleared her throat, "Thank you Bill... thank you." She addressed the rest of them, "Thank you, all of you. If you hadn't shown up, we would likely both be dead for sure."

...

It was the next morning before everyone was rested and clear-minded enough to think about the events of the previous night. Actually, because of what had happened, Celina had slept in the spare bedroom apart from Dutch and had admittedly spent a good while crying before she had went to sleep. If she was putting on a front she would be saying that last night was a close call hopefully to never happen again.

If she was being honest, she would say that last night was a close call, one that she feared would happen again. If it had happened once, if bounty hunters had found them once, they could find them again. If she was being honest, she feared that unless they moved out of the country, they would never be truly free of the law. Not now after they had made themselves known pretty much all over the country... maybe not ever. They needed to leave again, leave the beautiful home they had built for themselves and lost due to their- or Dutch's urge to make yet another score.

Hosea would be so disappointed, all he wanted was for his family to be safe and happy. Now look at them, possibly having to pick up and start running from the law yet again. The thought made Celina sick. Maybe though, just maybe they could stay where they were and not uproot their lives again... maybe, if they were quiet. Well and truly quiet, quiet enough that the law thought they were dead.

Celina stared at the ceiling as she listened to Dutch and James' voices. They were up apparently and going about the new day. Celina? Well, she hardly felt like she had the energy to get out of bed, let alone talk to anyone about anything. She felt so stupid, thinking that Dutch of all people would make a good husband... of course they weren't married... not really. But their living arrangements could have considered them married by common-law. What was she thinking, thinking that Dutch Van Der Linde could live a quiet ranch life? He had for a while, while Hosea was around... but after Hosea died...

Celina closed her eyes again. She wanted to go back to sleep, she really wanted to go back to sleep and just forget about all of her problems for a few more hours. Really, she wanted to get drunk, really drunk. Celina wanted to get so very drunk. She couldn't though. She sighed at that fact and moved her hands down to rest on her belly, she didn't have a noticeable bump yet but she knew it would be coming. She couldn't drink while pregnant, she couldn't and wouldn't do such a thing... even if it meant that she had to deal with being a completely depressed mess because Dutch once again thought that he knew everything there was to know in the world.

"Daddy, where's mommy?" James' small voice reached Celina's ears and she felt bad that she was in a way keeping herself isolated from her boy but she couldn't bring herself to face him yet, let alone Dutch.

"She's still sleeping buddy." That was Dutch's voice as he spoke to their son. Good Lord did she love that man, she literally loved Dutch so much that it hurt sometimes. Would her love for him be enough to last? Would it be enough to get them through? Could her love for him be enough to get her to stick by his side if he became the Dutch she knew from RDR1? That thought scared her, that Dutch was a monster and... and if her Dutch still went crazy like that, even with her there trying to keep that from happening?

Celina closed her eyes and pulled her blankets up to her chest and rolling over so that her back was to the door. If Dutch walked in she wanted him to think that she was asleep. She didn't want to talk to him, not right then. Celina licked her lips, she so desperately wanted to believe that Dutch could stop executing heists and be the man that he promised her that he would be.

After last night though? It was a little more clear to her than ever before that that may just never be a reality. Now, she wasn't saying that Dutch was lying to her, not in the slightest. He probably meant what he said when he promised to her several times that he was going to become the man she deserved. She was sure he probably meant it, at the time, anyway. The problem was that it didn't seem like he knew how to be that man... or maybe he was simply incapable of being that man.

Her mind flashed back to the moment when she had bitten that bounty hunters jugular out of his neck the previous night. That was... that had possibly been the most brutal, savage thing she had ever done in her life. If it were in an action movie, she was sure it would have been awesome and her absolute favorite stunt. The fact that it had happened though, not in a movie, but in real life and she had been the one to do it?... She had a hard time coming to terms with that. It was unsettling to say the least and she was sure that it was unsettling for Dutch to see too. If she was telling the truth, that was a very small other reason she wasn't quite ready to talk with him, what was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to just act like everything was fine?

Celina did her best to get back to sleep but couldn't will herself to go to sleep. She simply was no longer tired but wide awake. The light was streaming in through the window, announcing that it was clearly a new day and there was no way with that knowledge she was going to be able to fall back asleep.

Instead, her mind continued to wander to the moment she and Dutch had been told by Arthur that it was Bill who decided to come and look for them first. She knew that Dutch had been jealous at first at the thought that it was Bill who had made the call. It was obvious that Dutch was jealous even if for a split second. Well, she supposed that it was obvious to her at least since she had gotten as close as she was to Dutch and could typically read him quite well.

Dutch was pretty consistent in getting jealous of Bill from time to time and it was almost funny in a way because if it weren't for her, Celina was sure that Dutch never would have been jealous of Bill Williamson. Why would he be? Truly, it wouldn't make any sense for him to be if it weren't for her. A man like Dutch jealous of a man like Bill? Nah, not at all... but throw a woman into the mix...

Almost involuntarily, she thought back to the first time she had had sex with Bill Williamson and what had followed...

...

Bill pulled out of her after a solid forty minutes and laid down next to her on the bed heavily. It was true, they had started off in the front room of the house but ended up making their way through the house and into the spare bedroom by the time they had finished.

Celina looked over at him in awe, taking in the sweat that coated his manly, hairy chest and she shakily propped herself up on her right arm and reached over with her left hand, running her fingers through his chest hair affectionately, "That was, that was amazing." She panted the words out, out of breath and covered in a mixture of their sweat as well.

Bill smiled over at her, and raised his hand as he spoke like he did oftenly did, "Yeah... Well... I was holding that back a long time for you."

Celina tried to roll over to straddle him but found it that her body was still too weak and tingly from their... activities to listen to her. She laughed instead, "I can tell, I can definately tell. It was... it was great. This was exactly what I needed tonight."

Bill chuckled, "I ain't... I, I ain't going no where so you'll know where to find me."

Celina couldn't wipe the smile off her face, what they had done... it was good. It had truly been great and was exactly what she needed to get her mind off Dutch even just for the time being. Although, she had a feeling that this would keep her mind off him for a little while longer than just the time being, "I know that you mean you will be around here... but I really don't think I'm going to be able to leave this bed for a bit... my legs don't want to listen to me." She laughed and tried to lift her legs as high as she could, only to be able to raise them a couple inches, "See?"

Bill laughed hard at that, "That'll give them a reason not to make fun of me."

Celina nodded with her brows raised in agreement, "Most certainly." Her fingers felt for the warm spot on her neck where he had left at least one hicky. It would be hard to hide what had happened, that was for sure.

...

Celina finally managed to snap out of her thoughts about that night which had begun her romantic relationship with Bill. Dutch sure had a reason to be jealous of Bill at the time... and if he knew how great they had been... He would still have pretty solid ground to be jealous of him to that very day.

Celina darted her tongue over her dry lips and climbed out of bed. She needed to get up and do something before she decided to stay in bed way too long. Making the bed, she stared at it for a moment too long as she thought back to that night again with another sigh. She was going to leave the room and have cereal for breakfast and get to work... She had to put all non-work thoughts behind her, for now at least.

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A/N: Two updates in one day! Lol, count this as tomorrow's chapter, I was going to save it and actually post it tomorrow but I was too excited to get it posted. A lot of that comes from the fact that I'm hoping I can get quite a lot of feedback on this chapter, I would love it if that was the case of course lol. It gives me something to read and puts a smile on my face expecially when I wake up with a lot of it to read.

Anyway, rather long chapter, got quite a bit of writing done today as it turns out. A day which I get a lot of writing done is typically always a good day, at least in my opinion :)

So... what did you guys think about this chapter? Some action, some personal reflection, some irritation with but love for Dutch... and some kinda sorta fluff... kinda sorta sexy time with Bill...

That brings me to the question, those of you who like the Bill moments, are you still liking them? And also, Bill or no Bill, are you guys enjoying the flashbacks I'm doing here and there? I like to write them, I really think it gives the story more depth but of course as always, I'm interested in what you all think as well. Sometimes I honestly add them just to make the chapters longer because I don't want to stop writing and/or want to give you guys more to read.

Really hope everyone's 2019 is going well so far and hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Don't have a regular update schedule but will always try to provide new content when I can!

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