A/N: Good Morning guys and girls, hope you enjoy the update ~K

The next couple of days was a blur of long steamy nights and even longer mornings waiting for him to come back from his new day shift. It was odd, we weren't together TOGETHER but as each day passed I became more like a house wife than I ever intended. I cooked dinner for us every night and paced anxiously around the living room for him to return safely. It was during one of these ridiculous pacing sessions when a sound in my backyard drew my attention away from the front door.

I peeked around the hallway that had a clear view of the back door and saw nothing out of the ordinary. So I shrugged it off and was about to head into the kitchen to double check dinner which was still cooking in the oven when I heard the sound again. A shuffling noise coming from somewhere out back. I let out an annoyed sigh, it was probably that damn racoon again. If he tore through one of my garbage bags again, I was gonna be pissed. But as I walked down the hall towards the back door a shadow cast by someone filled blind covered window in the door. I froze as it got bigger and more defined, meaning the were almost to the back door. It didn't look like Shane or anyone else I knew for that matter and then it hit me. The people who killed my father...may have just found me.

I covered my mouth to prevent a scream and quickly ducked into my hallway closet, pressing myself as close to the corner behind the coats as possible. My heart beat drummed loudly in my ear, making it difficult to hear properly. But I know I heard my backdoor cracking and splintering as the unknown person kicked it in. I could hear a few heavy footsteps going down the hall but the rest was drown out. I fought back tears as I wondered who they were and how much longer it would be before they found me and murdered me too. My thoughts suddenly snapped to Shane, who would be here any moment. I knew he would've stopped by his house and dropped off his weapon, meaning if he walked in here without a weapon... my stomach turned at the very thought.

I smelled smoke before the smoke detector did, I knew my dinner was either burnt or on fire. I never claimed to be a good cook but that seemed to be my saving grace today. The loud alarm screamed relentlessly and I assumed that sound alone would cause any intruder to flee. My heart was still pounding so loud and now with the alarm going off I almost didn't hear Shane bellowing my name.

"Shane!" I screamed and tore open the closet door. I found him at the front door which was now also broken down. He rushed over to me and scooped me up in his arms and hurried out the back door. He paused when he realized it was broken down but decided until we were safely away from the house to ask me what had happened. The kitchen windows exploded from the fire that erupted and I knew there was no way that was from a burnt pot roast. Someone had tried to kill me.

"Are you okay?!" He asked cupping my face in his hands.

I nodded and let out a little sob. "There was someone in my house...SHANE!" I started and then screamed as he tore off back into the house. What an idiot! "Shane!" I shouted for him. I could hear distant sirens, Shane must have called. Rick appeared around the side of the house and I watched relief wash over his face when his saw me sitting on the grass. "Shane ran back in there!"

Rick didn't even hesitate, as the firefighters and the EMT's rounded the corner of the house he took off to the backdoor. I watched as a few firefighters tried to stop him but he pushed through them with little trouble. The paramedics turned their attention to me, I tried to wave them off but the insisted I needed to be placed on oxygen. I barely heard the questions they asked me, my focus was on the back door as thick black smoke billowed from it.

Thankfully both Shane and Rick stumbled out a short while later coughing and a little disoriented but alive. Shane explained that he went back in to see if the suspect was still inside, but found no one. He and Rick received very little medical treatment as the firefighters continued to battle the blaze that now devoured my home. I watched as everything I was knew disappear in front of my very eyes and part of me was mad. Angry that my father was to blame for this, if he had given a shit about me he would've never gotten himself into such a mess that now threatened my life. And yet...I was sad and terrified. What were these people capable of doing next?

Once the paramedics cleared us, Shane and Rick hurried me over to Shane's' house. Shane insisted that Rick didn't bombard me with questions until tomorrow and Rick respectfully agreed. He left not too long after and now I was alone with Shane. I had to fight the urge to run into his arms while Rick had been there but with him gone I flung my arms around his neck and let out a gentle sob.

"What were you thinking?!" I demanded. "You could've gotten yourself killed..." Shane hugged me tighter and kissed me in response. It was not the excuse or answer I was looking from him but right now, all I wanted was him. The sex had become a drug, a pain killer if you will and I needed another dose. I leaned back out his kiss and whispered softly. "Take me to bed Shane."