Delaney rubbed his face again, he managed smile,

"Okay pet," he said quietly as she went into the bathroom.  Delaney stood and walked too the window again, suddenly he was very nervous.

Delaney frowned, he put his arms around her, he didn't have a clue what to do, he knew he was not ideal father material, after all he was currently on the run.  Delaney cleared his throat quietly,

"We'll find a way," he said as calmly as he could, he paused and looked into her eyes and finished with some frustfration, "I can't even support you, maybe I should just turn myself in, at least you won't be dragged down with me."  Delaney turned his face too the window again, he had never regretted anything he had done in his past before, it was always to protect him and Diego, but now he was.

Delaney let a quiet sigh escape him,

"Every policeman in the country is looking for me, we can't stay in here for ever," he told her as gently as he could, but he didn't let go of her,"I don't want to leave you pet, but I don't want you to suffer because of something I did a long time ago."

Delaney kissed her forehead gently,

"There's no way the police will let me off lightly after I broke out of jail."  Delaney tutted,  he didn't want to hurt Kirsty andhe didn't want to get himself in deeper trouble than he had already managed to get into with the police, he managed a slight smile, "any ideas, you worked at the station?" he asked.

Delaney let a low laugh out as he looked at the screen

"Okay," he said slowley, "It looks like you're stuck with me pet." Delane's eyes never left the screen, it was so tempting just to want to take a look at Mickey's file.  Delaney put his hand out and shut the lap top, it would take him a while to adjust, he had been in and out of trouble since he was small.  

Delaney laughed, he kissed her gently,

"Well I'm happy about it," he tod her sincerely, "I just hope my past doesn't over take both of us.  I don't want you getting hurt."  Delaney's eyes snapped too the window again as he heard the distant sound of police sirens, his skin burst into involuntary shivers.

Delaney kept out of sight of the windows, he followed Kirsty then saw her turn white, his eyes automatically flitted to the gun still on the table,

"Who is it?" he whispered across at her, keeping away from the door in case it was the police.

Kirsty looked at him her face still while. "I-it's m-m-y father" she said before she backed up into a corner and stared rocking back and forth muttering no over and over.

((lets say that her father started seaking help and has changed XD but wants to say sorry but shes to scared and scard to accept it can you play the dad?))

(yes I can try LoL)

Delaney went over too Kirsty, he put his arms around her and almost forced her to stand, he supported her as he felt her sway and another knock landed on the door,

"There's two ways we can deal with this pet, becasue he isn't going anywhere" he said softly, "either I can pick that gun up and shoot him, or you can open the door and find out why he's come looking for you."

Kirst'd Dad hammered on the door, he had to talk to his daughter, even though she probably loathed him,

"Kirsty, it's your father, let me in, I want to apologise to you, I have changed!" 

Delany held her for a few seconds,

"It will be alright," he assured her, he sat Kirsty on the couch, "keep calm, I won't leave you two alone together." Delaney put his hand on the door handle, he paused, he wasn't good at dealin gwith family, even if wasn't his own and knowing what they had done to Kirsty, his stomach churned in anger and his eyes went ice cold, he pushed the handle down and opened the door, he looked down at the thin, pale man stood on the other end, he managed a twisted smile, he wouldn't even need the gun if it came to that,

"You may as well come in," he invited abruptly.

(what's Kirsty'd Dad's name?)

 Kirsty's father stepped back, a little surprised at being confronted by a man rather than his daughter, he looked past the man and saw her on the couch, he eyes where wide with fear when she looked at him, he felt a huge pang of guilt, he shoudl have gone into rehab when she was small, then one of this would have happened, he wouldn't have blamed her if she never forgave him, but he had to try, his eyes went back to the man, he seemed familiar somehow.  Kirstys dad stepped quietly into the house and stopped as the door was shut firmly behind him.

((call him what you want haha XD))

Kirsty moved on the couch making room for Delaney to sit next to her as she watched her father. She was scared of him even if it did look like the wind could blow him over. She was still scared the damage was done to her at a small age and she couldn't see past the turcher and pain her parents had given her.

Delaney sat next to Kirsty, keeping himself between her and her father, he knew how quickly a situation could chage and he coudl feel her shaking next to him,

"It's alright," he assured her quietly, he leant forward and took the gun, then put it under the cushion he was sat on, "can't be too careful," he added, his eyes fixing on the man stood by the door.

Peter's eyes remained on his daughter, he was well aware that the man had handled the gun as if he knew what to do with it,

"Kirsty," he began, he stopped, this was harder than he had thought it was going to be, 

"Kirsty," he started again, his tone more authorative, "I have been in rehab for the past few years, I wish I had done it sooner and bee a proper father to you, I cam to apologise, I know it won't make the memories less painful, but I was hoping to build some bridges."  He took a step towards his daughter uncertain of how she woudl react.