"Didn't your mama teach you how to knock?" Billy snapped.

"My mama taught me to knock all right." Detective Walsh snarled back.

"Why don't you tell what I owe this visit for so we can bother get back to our lives eh? Detective." He sneered.

"Fine! Firstly, I want to know what you are up to, secondly, I have a search warrant of your apartment, thirdly, you are going to show me around this place, fourthly, Hannah Hume will be here to talk to you at noon and fifthly, who the hell is the kid?"

Billy raised how brows, "You should have been a singer. That's some serious set of lungs you got there."

"Just answer so I can get back to work."

"I thought you were here at work." Billy taunted.

"Work, as in, not a dead end." She sighed, "Look, Darley I'm tired of this cat 'n cat game. We ain't never gonna catch your for fuck all, only my boss don't seem to realise this, so here I am."

Billy narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the dark skinned woman, "What are you up to? I can smell an ambush a mile away and you know it."

Walsh snorted, "Of course you can, now answer."

"I'm not up to anything and I won't say you're welcome to search through all my stuff, but that doesn't really matter does it?" Billy said as he walked over to the kitchen counter, "I'll give you a guided tour of the entire mansion. I don't want to talk to Hume, especially not Hannah, and the kid, is my son." He sneered.

"That's a good one Darley. If you had any kids, I would know about it."

"Obviously you're not as good at your job as you think then." Murtagh snapped. He had decided quite early that he didn't like this woman one bit. He could understand his fathers dislike for her completely.

Billy held back a smirk. Oh yeah, the boy was his through and through.

Detective Walsh stared at the teen, studying his features. She glanced up at Billy, and then back down at Murtagh. "What's your name?"

"Tag." He answered shortly

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"You don't look sixteen."

"Fuc-"

"He's sixteen." Billy cut in with a strict look directed at his son. He knew he was being hypocritical, but works like that should not come from his little boy's lips. He held up a plate, "Pancakes?"

The offering was so uncharacteristic that Deteective Walsh didn't answer, she just stared. "You could not have been more than fifteen…" she said quietly.

"That's right." Billy replied, "They're getting cold – they're not poisoned either." He added with a smirk.

Walsh scowled at him, "I would not put it by you." He said and flipped her phone open, "Get up here and get started." She snapped.

"Aaw, you brought friends?" Billy mocked.

"Shut up Darley!" she snapped and took an offered pancake.

A/N forever sorry about the sort chapter. i will update as soon as i can. now. question. i'm on a new Death Sentence fic (i know, fucking kill me already!), but im moving into new territory. i ran it by a few friends and i got one "no', one "Maybe" and one , "YES!". its fucking strange and not quite my thing, but i got the bunny stuck in my head and it wont go away. so you gotta decide if im gonna keep it as a pet or shoot it dead. the summary + prologue is below. the summary that will show up is in ITALLICS in the final two lines.

Never Thought It Would Happen To Me

Prologue;

It's one of those romantic and tragic stories you hear about in school; the ancient Greeks, the Romans and their endlessly complicated plots and love stories. It was the kind of this you saw in films and read in your grandmother's raunchy novels, hidden under her pillow. It was the kind of thing I never thought would happen to me.

Bones said Darley's feel no fear, but I know he lied, because I've seen fear in my fathers eyes, I've seen fear in my uncles eyes, I've felt fear in my heart, and I can feel my sons anguish right in this moment.

They carried Billy away on a stretch, bloodied and shot to pieces. The guy who shot him got away. I could not leave him long enough to pick up a gun and plant a bullet in his head. I know the medics are dong everything they can for him in this small ambulance, but the flat beep on Billy's heart monitor is unchanging. His hands and chest is covered in his own blood, his mouth is open and has a tube stuck down his throat, but at least his eyes are closed.

They are trying to stop the bleeding, one is working on his leg, one on his arms and the others on his upper body. I can't help but think that Billy would line to have his artwork redone before he is cremated. It would not do to go to Valhal – home of the warriors – with ripped up markings on his skin.

I look up at him and my eyes meet fogged and disoriented sea-green orbs and the most beautiful sound reached my ears.

Beep… beep… beep… beep… beep

"Lindsey…." A croaked, whispered sigh leaves his lips. He only just manages to reach out for me. I grab his hand carefully, only too aware of the bullet wound going straight through it. Tears run down my face as his beautiful eyes slips shut once more.

I suppose it's time to introduce myself. My name is Lindsey Aren and I am Billy Darley's daughter – only he does not know that, and I swear, I didn't know when I fell in love with him. I don't know what to do now. Please, just hear my story.

A/N; so what do you think? don't think i'll go to graphic on this one - unless you ask for it or i feel like writing one. so? YES! or NO! ?