"No," Dutch shook his head, forcing a laugh, "Micah wouldn't do such a thing."

Celina cast him a look of irritation, "Seriously, Dutch? You've known the guy for a few months and you really think you know him that well? Why would I lie to you? The man is a ticking time-bomb and because of him, people you love- people we love are in great danger of losing their lives."

"I believe it," Arthur spoke up, "I never liked the guy from the start... Dutch, what are we going to do?"

Dutch was too shocked at Celina's response to give an answer, so Hosea answered for him, "I think at this point, it would be best if none of us did anything... I say we play dumb, don't let him in on any plans, act as if we still trust him."

Celina let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, "That is what I was hoping we could agree too." That was Hosea, the voice of reason, and now, it seemed like he may be around quite a while longer.

Dutch twisted the rings on his fingers thoughtfully, "You guys know the rules."

Celina swallowed and grabbed at his arm lightly, "Dutch, please, you've got to trust this- me," she gestured to Hosea and looked back at the leader pleadingly, "us."

The look on his face of uncertainty was unsettling, making Celina wander if she had done the right thing. Had she? She hoped to God she had. Dutch, he just didn't look like someone who seemed convinced, "If he is the traitor, we do away with him."

"No!" Celina's voice almost came out in a cry, "You can't do that, Dutch."

His voice immediately turned to a cold, defensive tone, "You're telling me I can't do it?" It was a challenge, making Celina's heart race wildly.

"Now, Dutch," Hosea attempted to get him to think clearly, "You need to take a deep breath and think about this, Celina's advice about what we should do is quite valuable, she- unlike us, has seen the potential future."

Arthur scratched at his stubbly beard in thought, "They're right, Dutch. If we kill Micah now, it could mess everything up... to the point that not even Celina can predict what will happen. We need her help, I think we should play Micah for what it's worth and come out on top."

"Fine," Dutch sighed, looking at the three of them with a look of defeat, "Have it your way. I suppose we'll beat him at his own game."

As the words left his lips, Celina felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. It was going to be ok, she had done the right thing and everything was going to be alright, for now anyway. Still, they would have to be cautious when planning anything, they would have to ensure details of heists did not make their way to Micah's traitorous ears... the trick was going to be getting everyone else in camp who would be involved in heists to keep their mouths shut about it. They could no longer have information freely floating amongst the gang. She offered Dutch a small smile, trying to get his mind off how his idea of doing things wasn't a solid plan to the rest of them, "I promise, Dutch, this is going to be for the best, it's a good plan."

Dutch offered a small smile back, "I sure hope so, I really hope so."

...

Back at camp, Hosea hauled the sack of fresh fish back to Pearsons butcher station, Celina wondering why Arthur hadn't offered to carry it for him considering how heavy it looked for the older man.

"Celina," she looked in Dutch's direction, he having been the one to call her name, "Come here."

Without question, she started over to Dutch, following him into his tent and immediately seeing the new mattress which he had promised her, on his bed. She smiled, originally, she thought that he had wanted to talk to her about what she had just revealed to Arthur, Hosea and himself, "Miss Grimshaw picked it up while we were out and about."

"It's nice," she walked over to it and pressed down on the mattress, checking that it was comfortable and feeling pleased, "I like it."

Dutch dipped his head, pleased, "I hope you would. So, I expect that you will be coming to stay with me tonight?"

She bit down on her bottom lip nervously as she thought about Molly. How would the red-head react to her officially taking her place in Dutch's life? She wanted to say yes, she had told Dutch she would, but now that she thought about it more, "I don't know, Dutch. I'd love to... maybe some nights but I just don't know if I feel comfortable with Molly being in camp with us... what if she decides to retaliate? I do think she loved- or loves you."

Dutch was silent for a moment but his expression was one of someone who didn't care, "Molly is a grown woman, if she wants to leave us, she is more than welcome to."

Celina clenched her jaw, "I will move in with you, Dutch, but not just yet. Really, I didn't think you'd honestly get a new bed this soon.."

Dutch crossed his arms, "So it was an excuse?"

"No," she shook her head, "Not an excuse, not at all, I was honest with how I felt, with what I told you. I just think it's soon for me to completely move in. I don't want to totally disrespect her feelings."

The man sighed, "I expect you'll stay with me at least this first night."

Celina smiled up at him, her heart beginning to race in anticipation of what the night would hold. It would only be their second time, actually... yea, together. It would be their second time together and this time, she didn't have to feel so guilty. She nodded, "Yea, I'll be here for the night."

"And..."

Her expression turned to one of confusion, "And what?"

He raised a brow suggestively, "And you'll keep me company now." At that, Dutch pulled the entrance to his tent closed and walked up to her slowly, an almost predatory, hungry look in his eyes.

She stood there in the middle of his tent, refusing to take her eyes off him. He wrapped his strong arms around her, crushing her lips passionately with his. Celina immediately kissed him back, her right hand going up to his soft, wavy hair.

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered her mouth, massaging against hers in a way that made her weak in the knees. She had been wanting this from him for the last few days, ever since they had made things right between the two of them. Seductively, she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled lightly, earning a moan from him.

She smiled before letting go and kissing him again, then starting to trail her lips along his thick jawline, he tilting his head back, surrendering to her as she licked and nipped at his skin lightly all the way down to the collar of his shirt.

Finding himself again, Dutch pushed her back onto his bed, she squirming quickly to move so that she was laying on it fully, her head on his new pillows. She watched him, every nerve in her body alight in anticipation of what was to come next.

Dutch studied her for a moment before slowly unbuttoning his vest and then his dress shirt and letting them drop to the ground. She ate up the sight of him, he was a truly beautiful man, his pecks defined deliciously, abs natural and distinct. He wore a chain around his neck, a ring hanging from it and settling on his chest, making him somehow sexier if possible.

Dutch smiled at her as he climbed onto the bed and hovered right above her. She thought he was going to kiss her, instead his lips going straight to her neck, making her hips buck against his.

...

"You really do like cozying up to the sheriff, don't you?" Celina teased from where she laid propped up on her arm beside Dutch in his bed. Her free hand absentmindedly played with his hair, delighting in threading her fingers through it.

"No where better to hide than in plain sight. Also, getting into the sheriff's good graces is only going to make it easier to play those two plantation houses against one another. Just like stealing candy from a baby."

Celina chuckled at the thought of the big, bad Van Der Linde gang literally stealing candy from a baby. The laugh made him look at her in question and she laughed again, "I'm just kinda picturing all of you stealing candy from babies... that's all." She shrugged non-chalantly.

If anything ever had before, Dutch's laughter at her dry joke make Celina's heart soar. Never had she expected the man beside her to have such a pure, joyous, genuine laugh. She laughed a bit herself, taking in the rare beauty of the moment. Dutch calmed down after a few moments, she thought she could see tears in his eyes, his face redenned, "You my dear, are a funny woman. I never even-" he laughed again after seeming to picture the scene and just shook his head.

It was that moment in bed with him that the girl knew she was a gonner, a total sucker for Dutch Van Der Linde. In fact, in that moment, she felt at if her heart couldn't be more full. She warned him though, as she had to, "I really think we should be careful with those plantation houses though. Don't be pegging them to be dumb."

Dutch shook his head, "They ain't gonna figure anything out, and if they do we'll be long gone by then."

She licked her lips, "I know that isn't true, Dutch."

"You do?"

She nodded slowly, almost hesitant to reveal yet another thing, "Yes... if we play both the sides, they're going to end up laying a trap for us. You and the guys would go into Rhodes, under invatation to meet with either the Greys or the Braithwaites... I can't remember which. But you do, and before any of you know it, Sean gets shot in the head and then it's all out war."

Dutch stared ahead for a moment, Celina practically being able to see the wheels in his head turning. Honestly, by the look on his face, she was worried about what exactly it was that he was thinking. It was obvious that he was- or thought he was, coming up with a plan, "I have a plan brewing already, it's a good one."

The woman rolled her eyes, she adored him but she had lost track of how many times she had heard him use the phrase, 'I have a plan'. "Dutch, I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea."

He shook his head, "It's a great idea, as long as we stay on top and play our hand right. No one has to get hurt on either side."

"Dutch..."

"You've got to trust me," he squeezed her hand gently, "You're right, this won't work if I have you guys doubting me. So," He held her gaze, "Are you going to be with me on this, or against me?"

Celina took a deep breath, images of Sean's death flashing through her mind, almost making her want to scream. She didn't know the Irish boy too well, actually thought him to be rather obnoxious at times but that didn't mean she wanted to see him die. She cared about each and every member of the gang... except Molly... and Micah, and she didn't care for Bill too much... Pearson was strange, but everyone else, she cared about- truly. She didn't want to see anyone die- except Micah, and she was willing to protect them to the best of her ability. But, sometimes, she realized being loyal would be standing by the gang, even if she didn't necessarily agree with the plan. Loving Dutch- yes, she was convinced she loved him, sometimes meant that she would have to support him even in her times of doubt, with those thoughts in mind, she nodded, "Of course I'm with you." She gave him a small, but worried smile, "I just hope things don't go to crap."

Dutch pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before climbing it of the bed, Celina openly admiring his naked body. She whistled at him quietly as he pulled on his pants, earning a confident smirk from him. She laid there for another moment, watching as he picked up and put on his shirt, then his vest before turning to her, "Are you going to get dressed and head into town with me?"

She yawned and snuggled deeper into the comfortable covers, "Yea, I will... you seem to want me by your side an awful lot." She had to say it, tease him a bit and narrowed her eyes at him in playful suspicion.

Dutch nodded, not a trace of humor upon his face nor in his voice, "Of course I want you by my side, every chance I get. Who wouldn't? Now common, get dressed and we'll head on out. Oh, and we're gonna take Bill with us."

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A/N: Yea, I know, short chapter but I wanted to give you guys one today and didn't want to jump right into them being deputized by sheriff Gray. Kinda a filler chapter with no action but I suppose those are bound to happen from time to time, but anyway... let me know what you guys think?

And also, forgot to ask, what're your guy's thoughts about her first interaction with Trelawny? I'm going to love writing scenes between the two of them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.