Willow POV

'I do not like this idea,' I hissed. I crossed my arms and tried my best to glare at Will.

'Out of the two of us,' Will replied, 'Who can actually fit through that?' He smirked up at me, knowing I had no argument.

'Asshole.' I muttered before grudgingly putting a foot on Will's proffered knee. Yes, I understood why Will choose this luxurious home shrouded in greenery and why I was the one climbing through the open bathroom window but he was not the 'breaker and enterer'. Hence, asshole.

'If I see or hear anything, I will talk to you telepathically. And reply telepathically.'

'I may not be a Benedict but I do have something called common sense Will.'

'Just get in. I need a Xanax.'

'Might be some in the bathroom if you want to check.' he just gave me a look. 'Ok... Three, two, one,' I grunted, hoisting myself up. Getting one leg in, Will stood back to avoid getting a kick by the other. Keeping a tight grip on the window, I pulled myself in and landed with a soft thud on the bathroom tiles.

Not in the mood to hang around, I tiptoed over to the door and pushed down on its handle slowly. Gently does it. Scanning the hallway, I found the kitchen nearly straight across from me, the door thankfully ajar. Sliding in, I scanned the surfaces, bare except for a few things drying on a rack by the sink. I opened and closed a couple of cabinets, hoping for one that held valuables or a handbag but no such luck. There was a dish of loose change on the windowsill but nothing else. Had to move on.

I went back into the hall, closer to the front of the house and happened into a study of sorts, full of books, a few armchairs and a TV hung up on one wall. All the furniture looked antique, the dark woods dating the room considerably. I poked around in a cabinet under the TV and the drawers in the coffee table but to no avail. I seriously did not want to go into anyone's bedroom, the most likely spot for valuables, but it might come to it. I took a few deep breaths.

Ok, not the kitchen, the bathroom or the study. I doubted the dining room would have much or the living room I passed by near the kitchen. If there was a safe it would be here or upstairs.

I lightly thumbed through the books, half hoping to pull on a book that magically opened up the wall behind it. Nope. All the books looked real, all hardbacks with their names embossed on the spines. Though if you invested in something as cool as a book lever bookcase, would you seriously want the book to look fake enough for the likes of me to find it?

Willow you nearly done?

Give me another minute.

Are you thinking about bookshelves? Will said, aghast.

What, there could be a safe behind it? I replied defensively.

You are... Looking for a safe? Will said picking up on my thoughts. Willow, it is not like you can pick a lock and get into them! Like 99% of safes are electronic. Can you please just look for some money laying around?

Hey, I could guess the code right! Most people have easy passcodes or… I paused.

Willow?

Hold on, give me a sec.

Struck by a thought, I went completely still and focused hard on a part of my gift I rarely used. See electricity was usually obvious and loud, like in lights, generators, appliances. But things like safes emitted a very faint hum of energy, waiting until someone dialed in their passcode to really light up at all. Listening carefully for this hum, I stopped breathing, combing through the room looking for that slight blip.

I did a sweep of the room with my gift but it brought up nothing. Ok, just need to focus harder. Do these people even have a safe though? I pushed aside that thought and refocused. On my third check, the slightest blip came from behind one of the paintings. I wanted to snort, classic. I crept over and gripped either side of the painting, tugging it up and off the wall. And sure enough, there it was, nestled in a little cubby hole. Yes! And contrary to Will's belief, this should not be too hard to get into.

Ok, Will, I am going to blast this safe open.

WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Willow! WILLOW!

Without thinking about it too much, I pulled at the energy in the safe and in one surge blew through the circuit board. I squeaked in fear as the keypad popped off with a horrible cracking noise.

'Willow!' I turned to see a furious Will in the window, the moonlight shining across his face. Get out now!

Shaking my head, I hurried to pull at the safe door. Nope. Ok, there was still one thick screw of sorts embedded in the door. Oh no, this would need telepathy. I quickly flicked on the lamp that stood in the corner, drew a huge current of electricity from it and in one blow, blasted the screw.

And half the door. I jumped back, putting a hand to my chest before brushing aside the debris to check what lay behind. Ok passports, a necklace, some documents and yes! A stack of notes. Promising to myself to come back and return every penny, I nabbed the stack.

Willow, a light just turned on upstairs!

Shit! I shoved aside a few chunks of safe door on the floor, hung up the painting and lunged for the nearest window.

Just as I slipped out and grabbed Will's hand, the light in the hall flashed on, creating a shaft of light across the lawn as we ran away.

We were on a train from Cork to Dublin, eager to get far away from Elisavet and our crime scene. And Will was giving me the silent treatment.

I tried talking to him telepathically for a while but he shook his head and turned to look out the window. After learning I had stolen about €1000, Will had not spoken a word since. So I had gotten our train tickets and some hand cream, the best thing the only corner store open this early had for our burned wrists. I had even bought us some drinks and rolls at a café near the train station yet Will remained mute.

After ripping my roll's paper into tiny little scraps for half an hour, I snapped. 'Ok Will, if you are mad about how,' I lowered my voice, 'things went down we can always repay the people. And you know it would have been way riskier to go looking in people's bedside drawers for cash.'

Still nothing. 'Listen Benedict, you may be the 'level headed' one,' I said with air quotes, 'but I get it. You are mad right now though you are pretty good at managing your temper in general I must admit. Well except for the shouting thing like once but…'

'Willow, can you please be quiet,' Will mumbled. 'Here, let me out.'

Dumbfounded, I got up and let him into the aisle. He strode down the length of the carriage, gripping the overhead pole, to a group of young guys all wearing football jerseys. After chatting with them for a minute, he returned wielding a phone. Not bothered to ask me to move again, he slid into the empty seat across the table from me.

'I think it is about time we call for reinforcements,' Will said, smiling slightly. 'I just realized I know none of my brother's numbers off by heart but I do know one person's. And yes we will be returning the cash but I was more annoyed you nearly hurt yourself blowing open that safe. I should have tried to get through that window.' His eyes grew more gentle. 'You may not have noticed but you look about fifteen pounds lighter too. I just… Want to care for you and I am failing Willow. Horribly.'

I sighed and reached for his hand. 'There are things none of us can control. Particularly when the person behind it all is crazy.' I smiled, rubbing circles into his palm with my thumb. 'Now, whose number do you remember?'

'Um, my mom's,' he said sheepishly, which looked bloody funny on a guy Will's size.

Grinning, I leaned back. 'Ok, Benedict. Say hi to mommy for me.' He rolled his eyes but ended up smiling himself as he dialed.

Karla, his mother, picked up on the first ring and after a lot of assuring her he was fine, she gave him Xav's number. 'I seriously hope that guy actually has the free international calls he boasted about.' Will muttered, biting his lip as he dialed Xav. He picked up after the first ring.

'Hey Xav. Xav, Xav stop talking! Would you just listen? Why would I want… Hey, XAVIER,' Will said, a definitive note of big brother authority creeping into his voice, 'Just get me Victor on the phone now.' A pause while Will looked back at the group of guys in jerseys, who were throwing McDonald fries at one another. 'Vick, thank God. Ok, yeah, we are on the way to Dublin. Yeah, Ireland, on the train, can you get someone to pick us up?' Will ran a hand down the length of his face. 'How is there no one we can meet? Hold on, when can they come? Ok, um hey Xav, what do you want? Eh, yeah…'

I tuned out, bored and figuring Will could deal with his brothers. After another minute he ended the call and gave the phone back to the group of guys.

'Care to explain what is happening?' I demanded, folding my arms on the table as Will slid across from me again.

'Ok, number one,' Will said, rubbing at his eyes. Clearly our long night was getting to him, 'Vick is going to call in every favour he has and get these two British brothers to come pick us up. Apparently Vick has no one here he can call. But,' Will grimaced, 'Xav does.'

Frowning, I straightened in my seat. 'How would he know anyone in Ireland?'

Will clenched his teeth for a moment, highlighting the sharp edges of his jaw. I momentarily forgot what I asked until he began speaking. 'My brother Xav has a rather long slew of ex-girlfriends. And he happens to know one he dated for a few weeks in junior year moved to Ireland for university. He sees bits about her on facebook sometimes.'

'Oh,' I paused. 'And?'

'Well, you know there is like a year and a bit between me and Xav.'

'Yeah. So...'

'We both went out with her.' he blurted, ducking his head down and clasping his hands over his head. 'And he is certain he can get her to meet us and give us somewhere to stay for the night.'

Biting down on a bubble of jealousy, I nodded until a certain part of that struck me as odd.

'Eh, how is he so certain she can do this?'

Will brought his head back up and rubbed at his burned wrists, avoiding my eyes. 'Because she still has feelings for me.'

Hey, author person here,

for anyone who reads this and cares about this story like I do, I am very aware it has been like 2 and a half months since I updated this. Sorry! But I have a really good reason.

So, in September I moved 4 hours away from home to attend university to study architecture! And the course is very, very, very time consuming. But I am happy. And I wish I had more time for this story, but I do not. I am sorry how completely irregular my updates are of late (spent my summer working and now university) but I promise if you stay here, I will finish this story.

I do hope you liked this chapter and I will probably update next sometime after Christmas, before I go back to university mid January. Thanks for reading and make sure to review, favourite or follow :)