Hello! I had a small idea in my head, and after a few requests for updates and a small conversation with the person who's fault it is that this whole thing exists, here's a small update! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: This hasn't been edited. Just written, glanced at, and posted.

Also I'm sorry about the accents. I tried. I'm tired.

The only time Kate had left BSS's makeshift house was when there was work to be done at one of their other locations. And of course it was never alone, always accompanied with at least a handful of other people. It took weeks for them to even let her shower in the bathroom without someone standing outside of it, realizing there were always plenty of people inside and someone would see if she tried to leave. So today would be a bit of a challenge. Not that Kate was bothered by that. She was always up for a challenge. She had figured out everyone's schedules and knew exactly where they were supposed to be and when today. Trent had a meeting with Gunther across town. Ridge was leaving in a few minutes to meet Marcel and Fabian at the gym. Tyler and Pete had left for lunch plans a bit ago. She had everything synchronized. After she dropped off some paperwork in Trent's office, she'd have about a twenty-five to thirty-five minute window with no one keeping track of her.

She left the papers on the desk, went to the next level down. Waved at Ridge as she passed him on his way down to the first level of the house, then ran into Pete's room where she had still been staying. She grabbed the backpack she found in the closet a few days ago and emptied out the few things he still had in it and made her way back to the door. However when she opened the bedroom door she was started to see Pete standing there with his hand up as if reaching for the doorknob.

"Hey," He greeted.

"Hey," She said as he walked past her into the room. "What are you doing here."

"I live here," He replied as he pulled his sweatshirt up over his head.

"I thought you and Tyler were having lunch together."

"He caught tha eye of some girl on the way to tha café. And you know Tyler," He laughed for a moment before he saw the back slung over her shoulder. He looked around the room and saw the small pile she had dumped out by the closet, then looked back to her. "Plannin' your escape?"

"No. Not really. I just really wanted to go and try to get some of my old stuff."

"Uh huh," Pete said as he crossed his arms staring her down.

"I'm serious Pete. I've been sharing this room with you for weeks now. Only having the little amount of clothes that you got me from God knows where. I have no space, nothing at all of mine. I just wanted to go back to the old house and see if any of my stuff is still there."

"Gimmie the bag," Pete ordered as he held his hand out, using his fingers to motion for her to hand it over to him.

Kate sighed and pulled it off of her back giving it to him. He opened all the compartments on the backpack and found it to be empty.

"Why didn't ya just ask me?"

"Because I knew Trent would have said no. You know he would have too."

"Yeah probably. Especially since ya messed up printa last week and he wasn't able ta get the shit he needed."

"That wasn't me…"

"Everyone knows it was you Katie," Pete chucked as he stepped closer to her. "We didn't have any problems with that thing until he brought ya here. Now it's fucked up every otha day."

"Well great. More of a reason for him to not trust me," Kate huffed. "But you do, don't you?"

Pete put his hand on Kate's cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. "More than I should love."

He pulled her in close for a deep kiss. Not rough like he had in the past, but showing his dominance in the kiss. When he pulled away, Kate looked up at him unsure of what would happen next. If Pete would tell Trent, if they'd keep it between them, if maybe he'd consider taking her. She was almost in shock when he tossed the empty bag back to her.

"If ya see anything of mine, grab it."

Kate had taken a deep breath as she stood outside of the building that for a long time her been her home. She expected to be hit with a barrage of emotions once she walked back inside, but she wasn't. The living area space was a ghost of her old place. Stuff was strewn about, various layers of dust. It looked as if the place had been ransacked and left. It was dark inside, even for daytime. The blinds were all at least half closed and none of the lights were on. She wasn't even sure if the place still had power. She could only hope that the things she was looking for there were left untouched.

She fumbled around in her old room. Stuffing as much of her favorite clothes into the backpack that would fit. Her computer and cell phones were all missing. No doubt Trent had taken them weeks ago. But she was able to find a few other mementos that she had stashed away. Keeping an eye on the time, she took one last look around the room to make sure she didn't leave anything important behind. Stepping over an old blanket on the floor, she stopped when she heard a clanking noise from somewhere else in the house. She debated on what to do for a moment. If she should go and see who it is, and kick them out because they didn't belong here. Or if she should just sneak out before she was seen because for all she knew it was people that she didn't want to be caught by. But the fizzing sound of a beer bottle being opened and a very familiar sounding grunt made up her mind for her. She wandered quietly through the house holding the backpack with her.

"Didn't expect to see you still here," She said as she said in the kitchen doorway.

"Didn't expect them to ever let you out," Sheamus slurred as he brought another bottle up to his lips.

"They didn't exactly."

Sheamus smiled. "Still outsmartin' yer way out of trouble."

"Yeah. No thanks to you."

"You seem ta be doin' alright," His accent thicker than when he was sober.

"I could've been dead for all you knew."

"Yer out here ain't ya?"

"Seriously? You knew what they did to me before and you left me there!" Kate exclaimed, her anger getting the better of her.

"I knew you'd be able ta take care of yourself," He said as he took another drink.

"You knew shit Sheamus! That was pretty clear."

Sheamus didn't reply. He didn't even look at her. He just kept his head to the side and took another drink. Eventually that bottle would join the rest of them that were littered on the kitchen floor. Kate didn't know how many of them were from today, or from previous days, but it seemed pretty obvious that this is where he had been spending a majority of his time.

This isn't what Kate thought would happen when she reunited with Sheamus. Deep down she knew it would happen. But she thought she'd run into his arms and cry while he held her tight. She'd ask him why he didn't come for her, and he'd tell her he tried. It took a while but he never gave up, they just never told her about it because they wanted her to think he forgot about her. And she would feel like she was home. He was all she ever needed in the past and as long as she had him again they'd be able to conquer the future. But that was the case. She felt almost nothing but resentment as she looked at the pathetic man drunk in the old wooden chair in the middle of the kitchen.

"So what's your plan then? Just stay here and drink yourself to death?"

"Don't want all the good beer to go to waste now that ders no one else around to help me drink it," He replied with aggression in his voice which set Kate off.

"I never left you!" She yelled. "They tricked us into going to their place and kept me hostage! And the entire time I stuck up for you! But now I see you thought I was just too much of a liability to come after me!"

"You're the one who kept endin' up back at their house. Maybe I figured you liked it there," He mumbled.

Kate was fuming. She knew he was drunk and probably didn't mean what he was saying and was just as hurt as her in other ways, but his words were doing more pain to her than her new gang ever inflicted. He might as well have literally grabbed one of the knives and stabbed her in the heart. She dropped her bag and reached down and grabbed one of the empty glass bottles on the floor. She hurled it towards him. The bottle bounced off of his leg and shattered onto the floor sending shards of the broken glass back up at him. Sheamus just sat there. He couldn't be mad at her. Right now he was more mad at himself for being too drunk right now to be able to process his emotions properly.

"I was gonna come get ya," He eventually mumbled.

"When? When the beer ran out? Or once you remembered that I was the one who took care of all your shit and you couldn't figure out how to do it without me?"

Her words stung. But after what he had said, she was entitled to her anger. He didn't know what to say to her. Kate stood there staring at him, trying to get her anger to calm down, knowing that wouldn't do either of them any good.

"You should leave," She told him.

"What?" He asked finally having the liquid courage to look at her.

"You should pack all your shit and leave. There's nothing here for you anymore."

Sheamus huffed. "Drew will be here in a few days with more guys and we're gonna take the town back and build it back up again."

"Drew isn't coming for you Sheamus! Get real! You're a guy who couldn't keep his own group together and refused to fight to get them back. He's not going to help you! Best that will happen if he still has any loyalty to you at all is he'd let you tag along with him for a bit working for him. Not with him. But I wouldn't bet on that."

"You don't know what yer talkin about," Sheamus shuffled in his chair.

"Everyone has a price Shea. Pete's was money and freedom. Ridge's was our lives. Gunther's was more power. You think Drew doesn't have one?"

"What's that supposed ta mean?"

Kate sighed. "Drew has a whole crew to worry about along with himself. He has to do what's best for everybody because that's what's best for him. Gunther and his crew are meeting him tomorrow. Even if he can't fully turn Drew on you, they'll end up taking most of his men with them. They're good. The best thing for you to do is pack up and move to the other side of the country. Maybe start over with a new life," Kate warned him.

Sheamus wasn't able to find the words to respond. He just looked into her eyes for what she planned on being the last time.

"Thanks for everything Shea. Best of luck."

Kate grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder before turning her back towards Sheamus, something she never imagined she would do. She was forcing the hurt and sadness deep down, finally realizing things were true that she didn't want to admit. The fresh air hitting her face when she left the house helped. A deep breath of the air helped calm her nerves. Kate walked along the sidewalk almost positive she would never step foot back there again. Trying to shake away the interaction she just had in her head, she almost didn't notice the limo slowly driving next to her until it stopped. The back door opened and Kate felt her heart jump as she saw Trent sitting in the back and slowly turn his head to look at her.

"Trent, I…"

"Get in," He interrupted.

Kate got into the back of the limo as quickly as she could hoping that he wouldn't cause a scene in public. She sat in the seat along the side of the limo so she could face him. She placed the backpack on the seat next to her as he shut the door and signaled for the driver to continue. He again slowly brought his gaze to hers, intimidating her even more.

"Trent, I wasn't running away I swear."

"Give it," He motioned towards the bag.

Kate handed it over without an argument. He unzipped it while not taking his eye off of hers. She bit her lip nervously as she watched him shuffle through her belongings and open all of the pockets. Her wandering the streets with a bag of clothes and some documents didn't look that good for her.

"I know what this looks like but I swear I was coming back," She explained rapidly.

"I know," Trent said calmly as he zipped the bag back up and set it aside.

"You, you do?"

"Cameras love," He smiled. "Entire house has em. Each room is mic'd and we have live streams for security purposes."

"So you were watching me?"

"Since the moment you stepped into the house."

"How did you even know to watch? You were in a meeting."

"Got an important phone call and decided to cut the meeting short."

"Pete," Kate sighed as she sat farther back against the seat.

"Bingo," Trent smirked.

"He ratted me out." She said out loud, mainly talking to herself.

"You'd have done the same thing."

"True. If I was in his position I would have," Kate agreed as she ran her hands through her hair nervously.

"If it's any consolation, he believed you," Trent began. "But he knew Sheamus had been hanging around the house so there was a good chance you'd run into him. He thought I may be interested in seeing how that went."

"Well it went just peachy."

"I heard. You alright?"

"Nothing some vodka can't fix if you feel like letting me. If I'm even still allowed to live that is," Kate answered unsure of where her future stood at the moment based on his past threats.

Trent chuckled, but not in the devious way she had seen in the past. "Yeah. You'll live."

He scooted over to a black box in the back of the limo and began shuffling through it.

"Even though I told him about Gunther and Drew?"

"Look, I don't necessarily want Sheamus dead. I just want him out of my hair. Hearing some hard truths from you might finally drive him off which would make things easier for me. Either way, he's done in this town. How though is now up to him. For his sake, he should listen to you," Trent explained as he tossed her a small bottle of vodka he grabbed from the cooler. "Here. You've earned it."

"Thanks," Kate said cautiously.

"So, are you tired of fetching coffee and taking notes yet?"

"Yes," She whined.

"Well if you're up for it, there is a new group I need some intel on. If you're willing to infiltrate. They have another girl in their group. Seems pretty rare around here so maybe you two could get close. They go by the Judgement Day. If you're up for it, we can go over some detail when we get back home."

Kate smiled to herself, a rush of excitement flowing through her thinking about being able to get back to doing something that could be fun. Something that she was good at. Possibly having a new place she could call home.