McCree growled, tucking at his hair for the billionth time that night. As he walked he cast quick glances in the windows of the shops, checking his appearance obsessively.

'You look fine McCree! Stop worrying' he assured himself, before another wave of doubt hit him and he again straitened his poncho.

Passing by a small flower cart he stopped for a moment, eyeing the flowers. Quickly he dug out a few coins from his lint filled pockets and bought some (flowers) before continuing to his destination.

Scanning the vicinity McCree ducked into a dark ally, slumping against the wall he let out a long sigh.

"Rough day?" McCree glanced that the voice's owner, you, before chuckling slightly.

"You could say that, these are for you." He said, holding out the flowers to you.

"Aw! You're so sweet!" You grin, taking the flowers and pressing your face into them, inhaling their sweet scent.

"You're worth it." McCree smiled, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your forehead.

You and McCree had been dating for several months now, but kept your relationship a secret. Only on certain days did you actually get to be with McCree. Why? Well, dating one of the most notorious criminals was not good for the cowboy's already tainted reputation.

You giggle softly, nuzzling into the man's chest, "I love you!" You smile.  McCree chuckled again lifting your chin up and kissing you.

You found something enticing about his rough lips, his beard tickling your face every so slightly. You loved when McCree would kiss you, no matter how many times it happened, you never got used to his kiss. You never got used to him.

McCree pulled away, instead moving to pepper your face and head with sweet butterfly kisses. "You know if you ever get tired of causin' trouble, you could always join Overwatch. We could use someone like you!"

You sigh, "Jesse, I need the money, besides, they would never let a thief into Overwatch."

"They let me in didn't they?" McCree pointed out.

"But you're different! You're a gunslinging badass, and I'm just a girl....." You trail off. McCree shifted away from you slightly, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eye.

"Just a girl?! Listen here missy, you're more than just a girl! You're my girl! Plus you're the best thief in the entire city!" McCree pointed out. He was about to continue his rant when his phone rang. Sighing, he fumbled around and eventually found the device.

"I need to go now hun," he smiled apologetically. "But if you change your mind there's always an open space in Overwatch for you."

With a quick peck on the cheek he left. You watch him leave despite the fact that you hated watching him go. You stood alone in the ally for several minutes before leaving.

                        ********

McCree lazy poked at his breakfast listening to the radio absently, thinking about you.

He loved you so much, your smile, your face, your smell. Everything about you was so heavenly to him, he sometimes wondered how such an angel could be the city's most wanted thief.

"Police are currently in pursuit of (Y/N) (L/N), infamous thief known for...." McCree suddenly snapped to attention at the mention of your name on the radio.

His mind running on a hundred miles an hour the one thing he managed to process was that you were in trouble.

Grabbing his poncho and hat he burst out the door, earning several confused shouts from the other Overwatch members.

Being the resourceful hero he was, it didn't take long for McCree to find you running as police fired guns at you. Running up to you he grabbed your hand.

"McCree?!" You cry, suddenly being tugged off by your boyfriend.  He didn't say anything, his level of focus almost scaring you. "Jesse?! What're you doing?! You're gonna-"

"I know what I'm doing!" McCree shouted, pulling you as he weaves through people.

A sudden anger rose up in your throat. You didn't want McCree to destroy his life just to save you. 

"Jesse!" You shout again, managing to pry his hand off of you and stumble away.

"(Y/n), what are you doing!?" McCree cried, quickly running back to you.

"You can't help me what if-" you began when suddenly police surrounded you and McCree.

"Jesse McCree! Step away from the criminal or we will shoot!" One of the policemen shouted.

You swallow hard, staring strait ahead, paralyzed in fear. Just then you felt McCree's strong arm wrap around you.

"She's with me!" He shouted firmly. Confused mutters and whispers were exchanged between many of the policemen.

You spare a quick glance over at Jesse, trying to make sense of the expression on his face. As if sensing your uncertainly he looked down at you, his face softening.

"From now on, no matter what, she's with me!" He said loud enough for the police to hear but not too loud, his eyes speaking the many affectionate words he didn't say, but the message was clear.

"From now on, we're together." He whispered.

A/N: ITS HIGH NOON!!!! Sorry this was a loud of #%&$, I had absolutely NO ideas ;-; im sorry Philly_Cheesecake, who requested this, I'm very sorry I &$@#^ed up your story.