The night passed, and morning came, the rising sun awakening everyone within the camp to go about the new day. They did so, Lenny and Arthur having had taken the majority of the day to run some errands and actually ended up coming back with a wagon full of weapons which they had stollen from crazed colored folk who apparently still hadn't gotten over the Civil War. It was sad really, to know people were still stuck in the mindset they were put in many years ago. Still, it wasn't all bad, considering it brought in benefits to the gang after all.

Celina had spent the day doing random things around the camp, cleaning with the women to ensure that the men weren't living in filth. She had always found Miss Grimshaw to be a crass older woman but her comment about some of the men, namely Micah, Bill and Javier rotting in their own filth if it weren't for them taking care of them was kind of funny.

Not only had she spent the day cleaning, but had also gone into Rhodes to enjoy the bar a bit after having went hunting with Charles earlier in the day. It was nice going to the bar and getting out from time to time, treating herself to a nice warm bath which she usually granted herself about four times a week. She really wished the men would go more often...

The day had grown later and Hosea and Arthur returned to camp, Celina not quite being able to say that in all her activities of the day that she had noticed the two of them had left camp. Apparently, they did... had tooken the wagon down to the Braithwaites plantation in attempt to sell the stolen liquor back to Mrs. Braithwaite who hadn't been impressed at all in being offered to buy back what was already hers. Now that part of playing the family, Celina didn't mind, nothing bad would come out of it... no deaths of anyone she knew anyway. Arthur and Hosea had explained the events of the night, Mrs. Braithwaite having sent them into town to pass out the moonshine for free at the bar. Seemed like the old woman was willing to do just about anything to get under the skin of the Grays. They told about being busted with the 'advertising' and how they managed to clearly escape. Of course, Celina was aware of how that went without being told. Nonetheless though, she had happily listened to their story of the night.

It was late, when Arthur and her got around to talking again, Arthur about to bring up their conversation regarding Dutch from the previous night when Bill waved the two of them over from where he, Lenny and Karen stood at a wagon, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon, "Arthur, Celina, get over here."

They did as asked, and Bill continued talking, "I have a lead that the two of you might be interested in. Hell, I've had the idea brewing since Horseshoe. We were planning on hitting the bank there before you guys went and stirred up all that commotion in Valentine."

Arthur crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, deflecting Bill's suggestion that they, or he, had done anything wrong, "Don't go looking at me, Bill. Not my fault, just one of those things."

Celina snickered, "I know how it sounds, but it really wasn't our faults... we tried to avoid it."

Bill waved her off, obviously not interested in what she had to say, "Whenever Arthur's involved and something goes wrong, it's always just one of them things. God forbid I make a mistake and cause something to happen, I'm made out to look like an idiot."

Lenny shifted his weight from one foot to the other, reluctantly nodding, "He's got a point there Arthur."

Bill turned back to Lenny, gesturing to him in appreciation, "Thank you Lenny." He then directed his attention to Celina, "What do you say? Is it not always that way?"

The corner of Celina's mouth tipped down, hating to admit the truth, "From the short time I have been with you guys... yes, I have heard him say that quite a few times."

Arthur sighed, eyeing the three of them who had agreed with Bill, "What do you guys want me to do?"

Karen spoke up as if it were obvious, "Come with us and help us hit the bank." She then addressed Celina, "What do you say Celina? We can do it fine with four of us but with five we'll do great. I hear you're not a bad shot either."

Celina held her hand up to stop her with a small laugh, "I'd say I'm not a bad shot... sometimes... and I hope we won't have to do much shooting in any at all, but yea, I'm in."

"Ok, fine." Arthur nodded as well, "We'll head out in the morning."

...

With the natural ticking of time came morning once again, Celina groggily opening her eyes to the morning light realizing what the day would hold... She was going on her first bank heist and like helping out with the moonshine distillery, she hoped that it would help for everyone you see that she was truly useful to the gang and not just a maid.

Upon getting changed into her clothes for the trip, she made her way over to Arthur, Lenny, Bill and Karen who were tacking up their horses and talking amongst themselves as they waited on her. She yawned as she approached her horse, "This is going to be a good take you guys, I can just feel it."

Karen agreed with excitement, "It really is though! We've been scoping it out for months. Really shouldn't be much trouble for what we could bring in."

"So," Arthur asked as they headed down the path leading out from camp, "Tell me again, Bill, about this can't go wrong plan of yours?"

"Oh, it most definately can go wrong. Anything can go wrong once the shooting happens. The plan though is to send Karen into the bank first as a distraction... get people to let their guards down. At that point, we come in."

Celina listened silently and Arthur nodded, "Alright, well we'll go in and see what we can't get our hands on. Bout time you bring in something, Bill."

"Like I said, Arthur, I've been cooking this up ever since Horseshoe. I put in the same work as you- regularly. You're just too busy out there doing what you do to notice."

"So," Arthur adjusted his gamblers hat as they broke through the wooded trail and onto the main road, "You have this for us... all your other down time? I know it couldn't have all be spent planning a bank heist."

Bill shook his head, spurring his tank of a horse faster, everyone else matching his pace, "Not much downtime, Morgan. I've been going out and drinking with the Gray boys, cooking up a deal with them or two." He glanced over at Arthur, "Didn't Dutch tell you?"

Arthur glanced back at Celina, the two of them sharing a mutually worried expression before he answered Bill, "No, he hasn't said a thing."

"Hmph," Bill huffed, "I figured he would have said something about it... word is them Gray boys are in need of some extra security... could be quite a bit in it for us."

Celina spoke up, not finding it within herself to stay quiet and just make assumptions, "So, security, Bill? Really? Is that code for something?"

Bill didn't bother to look back at her but instead kept his attention focused ahead, "Not exactly code for something, but there is more to it than that... they've suggested maybe we could help them one up their lifelong enemies, the Braithwaites. I heard Hosea and Dutch talking about it this morning, apparently they put it together yesterday."

Celina took a deep, unsettling breath, "Ok, how much did you hear, Bill?"

"Well, apparently we're set to torch the Gray's tobacco fields and steal the Braithwaites horses. I can't believe Dutch didn't cut either of you in on what's going on. You may want to ask him about it."

Celina nodded slowly and closed her eyes in a slightly extended blink. She had told Dutch about what screwing with both families could result in and Dutch had said they'd leave them alone. He was going behind both her and Arthur's backs... Hosea, they needed to talk with Hosea and just hope the old conman would be able to worm his way out of working with either family. She was entirely grateful to Bill for revealing what he had, she didn't have a clue how she would've found out if it weren't for his big mouth.

"I don't know about all of these plans, Bill," Arthur spoke eventually after a good five minutes of silence, "I think we've got quite a lot going on right now to be adding to it."

"It'll be fine, Arthur, like I said, Hosea is on it. If there's anything to be worried about, he'll sense it."

"I still can't believe you got me going back to Valentine after everything that went down there." Arthur scratched at his beard, "Makes me uneasy."

Bill scoffed, "We didn't stir up all that commotion, Arthur. That was you, Celina, John and Dutch who caused us to have to leave. Don't go blaming it on the lot of us, I was there working in Valentine too- quietly."

"Oh, I'm sorry Bill, last time I checked we were ambushed in Valentine. Couldn't have done a thing to avoid it, just one of those things."

"And here we go again!" Bill threw his hands upwards before taking his reigns again, "Just one of those things. I'm surprised you haven't been grilling be about that dynamyte again- one mistake."

"Oh, congrats," Arthur clapped dramatically, "What do need, a pat on the back? Perhaps you deserve a gold metal."

Bill rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Arthur. I've got this one."

"Ok..." Arthur raised a brow, "We'll see about that."

What would go down at the bank would be fine. The thought of the bank was not what made Celina feel like she had a rock in the bottom of her stomach. It was something else entirely, it was Dutch. How could he? She had tried to believe in him only for him to go behind the backs of the ones who loved him. Did he really not care about the possibility of losing Sean? Or was he just in denial, not thinking clearly or believing that things could and would go differently.

She shook her head and swallowed the thick lump in her throat which she was almost too jittery to do so. The noxious feeling continued to grow each time her horses hooves made contact with the earth. Finally, it was too much, "Hold on guys- I-" Feeling it coming, Celina quickly halted her horse and dismounted, running off to the side of the road and dropping to her knees. It was hardly a second later when she hurled last night's dinner onto the grass.

She just vaguely felt it when someone pulled her hair back out of her face for her as she continued to hurl before their eyes. She could just barely register Bill's voice which sounded distant, "Well, is she ok?"

"No, Bill, she's throwing up." It was Lenny who responded, his voice coming from right next to her.

Arthur, from where he was crouched behind her, holding her hair, rubbed her back soothing, "Let it all out now, you'll feel better."

Karen stood on the opposite side of Lenny, looking down at Celina and starting to look sick herself, "You couldn't be pregnant, could you?"

Celina shook her head and hurled again. Once she was done, she verbally answered Karen, "I don't think I would be. I'm just-" She wasn't sure now much she could say without having to explain herself. Karen, Bill and Lenny wouldn't understand why she was so upset with Dutch's actions that it had made her physically sick, that is since they didn't know what Arthur, Hosea and even Dutch knew. Had Dutch not even truly believed her about Micah being the rat? Was this all Micah's doing, ensuring Dutch still wanted to go through with this terrible plan?

Karen nodded, a look of sympathy on her face but when Celina hurled again, she was forced to walk away, saving herself from vomiting.

Lenny held out a handkerchief to her, which she took gratefully and wiped her face off when she felt she had vomited up everything she could. She looked up at Lenny from where she remained knelt down, still too shaky to stand, "Thank you, I don't think you'll want that back?"

Lenny laughed and shook his head, "No thank you. I have another one anyway."

Celina forced a smile, "You guys go on to the bank, don't miss the chance for a good take. I'm not in the condition to go though, I'm sorry but I'll meet you back at camp, don't want to be a liability."

Arthur gently let go of her hair and stood to his feet before standing off to the side of her to avoid stepping in the vomit but reaching his hand out to her, offering help up. Celina accepted, letting him pull her to her feet. Truthfully, the young woman was a bit embarrassed to let her emotions get the best of her like that, to the point she felt like every nerve in her body was filled with pins and needles. It had been quite a long time since she had been upset enough to throw up. Now, the fact that she was so upset was making her angry.

She looked around at the group to see they all had their eyes focused on her, concern on all of their faces. Bill hadn't come down from his horse but he was watching her too, his expression slightly troubled. "I'm ok, you guys. Really, go get us some money and I'll see you back at camp."

Lenny gently put his hand on the petite woman's shoulder, "Are you sure you are ok getting back by yourself?"

She nodded, trying to block out the disgusting taste which now filled her mouth, "I'm sure, I know the way back."

Each of them nodded at her, however reluctantly and mounted their horses once more as she did hers. At once, the young woman spun her horse around in the opposite direction of the group and off towards the direction of their camp. She needed to get Hosea alone and speak with him, that much was clear. If she could do that, then maybe things would be better... but could they really be fixed as of now? She was sure Dutch would throw a fit when confronted, that was as long as she didn't kill him first.

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A/N: Ok, well, she knows and she so far isn't taking the news well. I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on this chapter along with how everyone thinks her return to camp is going to go down. I can ensure it will most definately be interesting.

And yes, I can absolutely 100% guarantee that she throwing up was from stress and heartache... she's not pregnant.

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