A/N: I'm so sorry Lovelies, but... my drabble won't be finished this weekend. I know, I'm a shit but I've been incredibly sick (ruptured disk in my back and now chest infection) and I just can't write. You have no idea how sorry I am, honestly. I will finish the story but unfortunately it won't be this weekend. I'm so sorry, Lovelies. I hope y'all don't hate me but I understand if you do :(

Thank you so much for your incredibly lovely reviews, alerts and favourites. I replied to most but I read them all. They mean so much. The positive response to this has been overwhelming.

Thanks again to Belindella who read through this and honestly, gave me so much great advice.

Um, I'll probably do daily updates with the few chapters I have so far. Hopefully I can write tonight. Hope you enjoy Xox

EPOV:

I descended the stairs slowly, careful to make as little noise as possible.

The sound of crunching glass and opening drawers reached my ears. I raised my gun to my chest.

I was no cop or Olympic shooter, but I had been shooting since I was a teenager, so I knew my way around was comfortable handling a gun. And I was a pretty damn good shot. I'd shoot any and all assholes in my house.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and stilled as I slowly edged my head around the corner. A dark figure was bent over the drawers in the kitchen, seemingly searching frantically for something. Drug money, no doubt; anything of value to sell at a Pawn shop. The figure was slim but in the darkness I couldn't discern whether it was a male or female.

Bracing myself and the gun, I reached over and flipped the kitchen light on. I rounded the corner, and while aiming my gun forward, I watched the figure freeze.

The intruder was female!

"What the fuck are you doing in my house, girl?"

Fear widened her sunken brown eyes as she quickly scanned the area like a cornered wild

dog, presumably searching for an exit.

I aimed my gun. "Don't move."

I took a few steps toward and she took the same amount backwards, until her back hit the refrigerator. Under the lights of the kitchen, I stared at the intruder, and was shocked at what I saw – she was so young…

Not that I was old by any means, as I was only twenty-five, but this girl couldn't have been a day over nineteen, and that was being generous. She was incredibly thin. Collarbones poking through her thin cotton t-shirt and her cheeks were hollowed. She also had severe dark circles under her eyes. Was she a junkie?

"The police are on their way, so talk. What're you looking for? Drugs? Money?"

She kept looking down at the floor, her messy brown hair acting as a curtain between us.

She looked… innocent. A fluffy bunny looking for the forbidden clover, not the Big Bad

Wolf I'd been expecting. But I wasn't letting my guard down.

"Playing innocent won't get you anywhere."

Her head snapped up as she squatted against the fridge, wrapping her arms around her frail body as she began to tremble. And even though she was the one who had broken in to my house, even though I knew what she was, a tiny part of me felt like an asshole.