Previously on 'Of Sheriffs and Sisters':

"There's the Sheriff." Djaq said, pointing towards one of the windows.

"Sundown, we go." Little John said, motioning for them to disperse amongst the crowd and prepare.

Marian watched Robin's body, tied to a tree just outside the camp. This seems familiar, she thought bitterly. Robin lowly moaned, and his body tried to shift against the ropes. His eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings.

"Well, good morning sunshine," Marian commented dryly. Robin's eyes found hers and he smiled momentarily before he noticed his lack of freedom to move.

"Marian, my love," He began, looking down at the ropes. "Why exactly am I tied up?" His eyes found hers again and held them.

"Well, apparently Little John thought you would cause a few problems if you were allowed to go to Nottingham." She answered, rolling her eyes.

"And why didn't Much stay with me?" Robin wondered. He knew the manservant would have let him go and he wished they had let him stay.

"Are you serious? We all remember what happened the last time Much was supposed to 'keep an eye on you'. You almost killed Gisbourne." She told him. He sighed and let his head fall back on the tree.

"I don't suppose you would…" He tried, glancing sideways at her. All he got in return was a glare and another sigh.

"Idiotic fool," Marian muttered. She received a scowl telling her Robin had heard her. "Trust me, Robin of Locksley; those ropes are not coming undone." His scowl deepened and she just stared back at him, a defiant look on her face.

"Marian, I am ordering you, as your husband, to untie me and give me my weapons." Robin said strongly, using his commanding leader voice to try and intimidate her.

"And Robin, I am ordering, as your wife and someone who's very annoyed right now, to shut up." She countered, smiling evilly when he narrowed his eyes.

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"Tell me what you know, and this will all stop." Guy tried to coax the younger Locksley into giving up yet again. Lizzy was struggling a little against the ropes that held her wrists. She was hung up over a fire (A.N.-yes just like Robin in sisterhood except the snakes. That's kind of the point) and was slowly being lowered towards it.

"Maybe, you could stop wearing so much leather and you might not be as ugly," Lizzy retorted tiredly but strongly. She lifted her head and looked him up and down, trying her best to look condescending. "Maybe."

Guy frowned at her before allowing the rope to lower another notch. Lizzy groaned inwardly as the rope pulled on her sore wrists. Guy could see the pain, and he smiled smugly at the marks he could just barely see on her wrists.

"Now are you going to cooperate?" He asked her, lifting an eyebrow.

Lizzy looked at Sir Guy, a tired but still determined look on her face. "No." she scoffed with as much strength as she could.

Guy gripped the handle of the whip he had brought with him. He wanted so much to strike her repeatedly with it. She reminded him of Marian, just after he had learned she was the Nightwatchman. It scared him more than anything.

A knock interrupted Guy's troubled thoughts, and the sheriff walked in, looking somewhat displeased. He gazed up at the young girl hanging on the ropes before returning his attention to Gisbourne.

"Now Gizzy, why have I not heard any screams for mercy?" He asked his manservant, frowning.

"She has not screamed yet my lord. She seems to be very strong willed." Guy answered, trying not to let his thoughts affect the job he had.

"Obviously. I get that part." The sheriff gritted out between his teeth, trying his hardest not to yell.

"She won't tell me anything either. No matter what I do. I'm not sure we can get anything out of her today." He heard Guy said as he surveyed the girl over the fire.

"Oh la di da did a, then. Just leave her there for a while. Maybe a good, warm night's rest will do her some good." The sheriff answered, rocking back and forth on his heels before walking towards the door. Gisbourne reluctantly followed behind him, taking on last look at Lizzy before shutting the door.

Lizzy sighed and looked down at the flames no more than eight feet below her. She could feel the heat pushing under her skin, causing her to shiver. Laying her head on her arm, she silently willed Robin to come and save her from the mess she'd gotten herself into.

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"Will." Allan whispered harshly after his friend smacked a guard on the head without waiting for the signal. Will just shrugged and looked over at Djaq expectantly.

"In." she commanded hurrying them through the window she had just gotten opened. They climbed through and quietly made their way into the hall, where they met Much and John dressed as guards.

"Ok, this is what we do..." John began to explain the plan, hurrying them down the hall.

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"Robin, you are just angry you cannot be the hero and save the damsel in distress. Not that Lizzy's a damsel or anything." Marian was arguing with her husband, who was still tied to the tree. She rolled her eyes at how conceited he could be, even when worried about his own flesh and blood sister.

"That you are right about. Now that you mention it, I haven't rescued that many damsels in my career as an outlaw," he paused, looking pensive. "You and Djaq are far from in distress, even at the worst times. And Lizzy…oh my dear sister has been off in the Holy Lands, spying I might add. Damsels? Ha!" He ended with a sarcastic laugh, hoping it would help his point.

"You still have to be a bloody hero all the time, you fool. Always trying to be the one to save the day, no matter how much it cost you." Marian narrowed her eyes at his slightly smug expression.

"You know, my lady, you have called me a fool many times and it has never bothered me." He said, knowing it was getting on her nerves. That was exactly what he wanted.

"Shut it, Robin." She muttered. He smiled his smug smile at her, so she turned away and started fiddling with the grass.

Behind her, her husband smiled and shook his head, happy he could get on her nerves, and hopefully, wanting his plan to work so he could get to Lizzy.

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"Oh just kill me now." Lizzy complained in her half sleeping state. A wave of dizziness crashed into her and she pushed back the bile threatening to rise in her throat. She was so hot and just wanted to sleep. She shifted her arms, wanting the pressure on her wrists to loosen. Faintly, she heard the door open, but she didn't care anymore.

"Now we wouldn't want that." A familiar voice called out to her. Her eyes snapped open sleepily and she smiled.

"Allan." She said happily, well, as happily as she could considering. He smiled at her reassuringly and motioned towards the door. Slowly, Much, Djaq, and Will made their way into the room.

"I'm here too you know." Much whined showing he had heard the conversation between the young girl and his fellow outlaw. Lizzy tiredly rolled her eyes at his childishness.

"Yes, Much, and I appreciate you coming. Can someone find a way to get me down from here please?" She asked, leaning her head on her arm again, wanting desperately to let the darkness consume her.

Allan looked around and noticed the crank. He suddenly remembered Robin telling him how he had escaped a situation much like this one when the sheriff's sister had shown up. He walked over to it and lowered the rope a few notches, carefully calculating the distance between Lizzy and the fire.

"Allan! What are you doing?" Djaq exclaimed quietly, rushing towards him.

"If we lower her far enough, she can swing over to the ledge and we can catch her." He explained as he let the rope lower one more notch. "There."

Lizzy was burning up even more now and sweating profusely through the clothes Marian and Djaq had provided her with. She started to see black dots in her vision, but she blinked them away, focusing all her energy on staying coherent.

"Ok Lizzy, we need you to swings towards us, alright?" Will explained calmly. He faintly saw Lizzy nod and noticed the strain on her muscles when she prepared to swing backwards.

Lizzy clenched her teeth against the pain and muttered up just enough strength to help her swing towards the ledge.

"That's it. Keep going. Almost there." She could here Allan muttering words of encouragement, making her keep swinging with all her might. Finally, she felt two pairs of hands grab her and two more reach for the ropes. Her arms fell weakly to her side as she was pulled away from the fire. A cool hand caressed her forehead momentarily.

"She burns." Djaq murmured. She watched as the young girl stood as tall as she could, still being held onto by Allan and Will. "Can she walk?" she wondered.

"Yes." Was the weak answer Lizzy gave before attempting a step forward. Her knees buckled instantly and she felt herself being lifted into a strong pair of arms. Her head lolled on to a comfortable shoulder before the darkness consumed her.

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"My lord, I think we should at least put the girl in the dungeons." Guy tried to reason with the sheriff as the sky began to darken outside the castle windows.

"Tsk, tsk, Gisbourne. We have to sweat her out. It's a useful tactic, trust me." Was the reply he received.

Guy sighed and turned to look out the window again. The girl just reminded him so much of Marian and he couldn't stand the thought of the lady he has once loved hanging over that fire. Even after she had told him she was marrying Robin Hood, he couldn't help but still have the feelings for her. 

He looked down at the courtyard, noticing several guards running towards the entrance to the castle. His brow furrowed, and he squinted to see. He saw a big man with a giant staff walk out first, fighting off as many guards as possible, but it wasn't until he saw another man come out carrying what looked like a girl in his arms. His eyes widened as he realized it was Locksley's sister.

"Outlaws!" He yelled before rushing out of the sheriff's office, clutching his sword. By the time he reached the courtyard, the outlaws were riding away on their stolen horses, making towards the forest.

"Gisbourne!" the sheriff's yelling could be heard from the castle. Guy ran his hand over his face and sighed.

"Great." He muttered before turning to go inside.

Author's Note: Sorry it was so late guys. I just started school on Monday and it's been a seriously hectic week for me. Being a junior sucks. I've already had so much homework this week, but I have been working on writing the story. However, this is the first chance I've gotten to type at all. I hope you like the chapter, because it was a hard one to write. I know I also promised an OC for Guy soon, but I'm still developing that character and I don't want to add her in just yet. Plus, I'd like to establish a bit more of a relationship between Allan and Lizzy first. Ok, now on to my reviewers who have been sooooooooooooo patient with me and for that I thank them with every fiber of my being. Please continue to be patient because we have play tryouts at my school next week and I'm being student director so it's going to be really slow from about next week to December. I will post whenever I get the chance, even if it means I have to stay up until four in the morning to do so. Oh, and I would like to apologize for any Gisbourne fans out there that don't like the way I portrayed Guy in this chapter, but it is my story and I ask that you consider by side before you just stop reading the story. Ok, reviewer time:

Genevieve05--Well, I'm very happy that you've enjoyed the characters and how I've been desperately trying to keep them the way they really are. Yeah, I love anything where Much ends up being the butt of the joke just because he's so perfect for that part. Hopefully the outlaws stepped it up enough for you. I'm not very god at writing really detailed fight scenes though, so please don't count on that happening too often….I mean the fighting, not the stepping up. The outlaws are so much fun to write because each character is so different in everything they do. Well, thank you for the reviews and I can assure you that in the next couple of chapters, there will be Allan/ Lizzy fluff. Thanks again and I hope you continue to like the story.

KatGIrlMeow--Well, trust me, your review did make me very happen. I think the reviews are one of the best parts of the story, even if there aren't many. I'm glad you liked Gisbourne and the Sheriff so much and thought I stuck with their characters. After seeing the end of season two, I kind of wanted to angst up Guy's character just because I knew what happened in the Holy Lands would leave quote a scar and I figured what better way to relive that then a young girl who's just as defiant and headstrong as Marian? Keep up the reviews because, especially now with all the school stuff I have going on, they'll make my days so much brighter.



Knight Vampire--Little John is yoda….but a lot taller and more hair. . Not allowing Robin to go was something I knew I would do just because I wanted to put myself in a brother's shoes and think about how distraught I would feel and how I would most likely be nervous and itching to get my sister back. I figured Robin would be dangerous with those emotions building in him, even my own brother would be like that. So I'm happy you liked that. FINALLY! Someone who understands that Lizzy felt obligated to go willingly. Plus she loves her brother and she's come to love the gang very quickly, so at this moment I would just like to let you know that you are one of my favorite people for understanding my logic, however crazy it can be. Keep up the reviews, because I really need it with all the stress to come in the next month or two.

Okay, I've noticed that the chapters get hits, but no one reviews. Guys and girls, just to let you know, reviews really help an author, especially me. I thrive on knowing how people feel and helping them understand things. So please, just take a moment to write some constructive criticism. You know you'd want it too.

Thanks and I hope everyone's summer is going well or that the school year has been good so far. Or whatever else is going on in your life is good.

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