Delaney's eyes followed the red head, he would have gone after her if his legs hadn't been killing him and he didn't have his brother to worry about,

"Damn," he snarled, he managed to get too his feet, he felt blood creeping down his legs, he pulled his brother up and half dragged him towards the door, he looked over his shoulder at Kirsty,

"One all then pet," he said quietly,"unless you're going to shoot me in the back." then he hurled both him and his brother down the stairs as he heard distant sirens, he wasn't going to get caught, not again, well not yet anyway.

Kirsty watched him go. "I wouldn't dream of playing dirty unlike you." She said not sure if he had heared her or not.

((next day?))

Delaney sat next to his brother in the damp house the currently lived in, the mid morning light was filtering in through the grimy windows, he sat in sullen silence, he fingered the make shift bandage on his leg, he wanted to see her again, but he knew she would probably take another pot shot at him,

"I need air," he snapped, he stood and made his way out of the house, trying to ignore the soreness in his legs.

Delaney found himself wondering twoard that house again, he was surprised to see no police guard at the door, he sat on the bench opposite the house, he hadn't really thought about his next move and the bandages on his legs where coming lose. Delaney scowled and looked across at the windows off the house, he saw Kirsty moving around, flitting from room to room, he managed a wicked smirk,

"Silly girl, what if I had a gun," he snarled quietly, he was half tempted to see what she was in such a hurry to find.  Delaney's smirk turned into a laugh,

"Alright pet, I'm curious now," he growled, going towards the house, trying to keep out of sight of the windows, he wasn't so easily put off.

Delaney arched an eyebrow and now she was INVITING him in to her house

"I thought the door would be a better option than the window," he said airily.  Delaney limped into the house with an air of superiority,

"You made yourself a sitting target at the windows, what are you looking for pet?" he asked her casually, slamming the door behind him hard

Delaney laughed quietly, she was obviously frustrated about whatever it was she had lost, he cleared his throat,

"Well sorry madam!"  he said sarcastically, he limped over to the couch and deliberatley sat down next to Kirsty, he coudln't stand for long thanks to the leg wounds, he scowled as he felt something poke the side of his leg, then a slow smile crossed his face, he pulled out the gun from under the cushion he was sat on,

"Looking for this by chance?" he asked evenly, his tone deadly.

Delaney shrugged and put the gun on his far side, out of her reach, he wasn't going to kill her and he didn't want it to go off accidently,

"Well I needed a gun," he commented, he looked at Kirsty's face and smirked, "and you are wearing socks."  Delaney's hand that wasn't lightly resting on the gun went to his bandages and he scowled,

"I should shoot you for that and the holes in Diego." he growled in a low whisper right next to her ear.

Mickey sat opposite Jess in her office,

"Listen Jess I'll talk to the Supervisor, so you can stay on Diego's case, but I'm worried about your state of mind, talk to someone, a professional councillor if you can't talk to me."  Mickey reached across the table and took Jess's hand in his, he was more worried about her than he let on.

Delaney smirked,

"Are you going to tell me why you kissed me pet?"  he asked abruptly, wanting to get some sort of reaction out of Kirsty, to make her loose her cool, he liked playing with people and he was finding this girl quite fascinating.