[turned this into a fic on tumblr @n3ptoonz]

Being the only daughter to a beloved sheriff was no easy task. Having an older brother that was set on being just like him while you were known to be the "troublemaker" all because you didn't want to do the same was even harder. Sure, there have been some times where you've exercised your freedoms a bit too much and too often, but it wasn't like you were smoking and drinking and partying... to his knowledge...

And that one time he had to ask another officer to look past the fact that his daughter was in a holding cell past 1 in the morning--it wasn't your fault!--also did not help. So by the time you were around 16, another family moved into the area. The Maguire family.

You and Shane were inseparable. Granted he was supposedly supposed to act as a role model and keep you in check with how disciplined he was, it made it all the more fun to convince him to overlook the times you were going to deliberately disobey your father. He even started calling you "Bambi" because you'd pull out those doe eyes just to make him feel bad for not going along with your schemes.

The older you got, the easier it was to lie and sneak around. Shane has joked plenty of times that he was gonna snitch, but never did. Then it turned into him saying he'll snitch unless there's something in it for him. It was basic things like free drugs or alcohol, which kept him at bay for years. But over time he got a little more demanding after you figured out he was stacking cash from drug deals.

You haven't spoken to him in a while. A year, maybe? You know it was ridiculous to upturn your nose and avoid him in your late 30s but it's not like you really had a choice. Your father is one of the most well respected sheriffs in this town and you'd be damned to be caught up with the guy he paired you with to get your act together.

You've slowed down a bit in your antics but that didn't stop the occasional defiance. It was in your system by now and honestly a giant middle finger to your brother who loves to compare his successes to yours. So why not enjoy some time at a stream where almost nobody goes?

You stripped fully naked and neatly folded your clothes by a rock you can clearly see. Getting into the clear waters with your hair tied up and doing what you please. Dipping your face in, cupping it and letting it fall over your shoulders, sitting in quiet and listening to the nature around you... This was theeee life.

"Holy shit."

You gasped and quickly turned around while covering yourself, hiding behind the nearest rock.

"Uh, privacy?" you said.

"This is a very public park, ma'am."

That voice.

You peeked around the rock to see Shane standing there in camo pants and a black t shirt, a rifle slung over his shoulder. Your heart instantly dropped.

"Long time no talk, Bambi," he drawled with nothing but condescension. "You know, I wonder what the sheriff would have to say about this."