He stood outside her apartment, deciding his next course of action.

It had been three months since he had been assigned to this case and until now he was successful in protecting her from the dangers that she was unaware of, but tonight wasn't like any other night and the thought made him shudder.

He groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.

He took his cell phone from his trouser pockets and called Preetham kuar, the main director of the crime investigation department.

'I cannot handle the pressure anymore. I'm just going to walk in there and alert her.'

'Are you out of your mind, Hamilton? She isn't a victim who needs protection.'

'I have told you enough and more times that she isn't involved in the drug dealings. I have been keeping tabs on her for past three months and have come to conclude that she doesn't even know that her uncle hides drugs in her apartment.'

'Mr.Hamilton, who in the God's name asked you for your conclusion? Just do your job and do not call me for the rest of the night unless there is an emergency.'

Hamilton threw his phone in frustration and punched the steering wheel, wincing as the pain shot through his arms.

He gazed up at the apartment and noticed Rosalie standing in the balcony, her hair flying freely as the cool gush of wind weaved its path through the darkness of the night.

She wore an ankle length black dress and it enhanced her ivory complexion.

He looked intently at her greenish blue eyes and noticed the sadness in them which made her look all the more vulnerable. He had come to know that she was half english like him and the information had just made him feel that they shared some unknown bond.

No one in their true sense would consider her a criminal.

A strong wave of some unnamed feeling passed through his heart and he averted his gaze, concentrating on looking out for any activity outside the house.

This time her uncle had crossed all the limits, up until now he had been only dealing with drugs and alcohol but now he had begun smuggling weapons and they needed just one proof to arrest him.

The worst thing was that his sources had informed him that her uncle had told his team that she was their boss. Which made her the prime suspect of the case. Just the thought made his anger reach its peak and he had to breath slowly from one to ten to get his breathing steady.

Several number of times in the past month her had felt the urge to tell Rosalie that her life was in danger and the police was after her too, but his job had stopped him for bringing his stupid idea into action.

The alley looked clear and there seemed to be no sign of any dealing taking place.

It had been a long day for him and he wanted nothing other than to have a good sleep, but the thought of Rosalie getting hurt wouldn't allow him to rest.

He would just have to let go of his sleep and prefer Rosalie's life over his exhaustion.

If the police were to arrest them red-handed tonight then he had to be present to save her.

She did not have any other family and he could do atleast so much for the sake of humanity.

He sighed and leaned against his seat, gazing once again at her innocent face.

He saw tears flowing through her huge eyes and closed his eyes to stop himself from doing something completely out of proportion.

He would get hold of her uncle before he before any harm would be inflicted on the poor girl.

He had always considered himself to be insensitive and possessed a bad quality to suspect anyone and everyone involved in a case.

But there was something different about Rosalie. He just couldn't get himself to suspect her.

Finally, after hours of waiting in the car he noticed Rosalie's uncle, Lawrence, walk outside the house with a black bag in his hand.

Hamilton was instantly on alert, he got down from his car very carefully as he did not wish Lawrence to know the he was being followed.

Lawrence exchanged the bag with two young boys who looked like students. Without wasting any time Hamilton dialled the headquarters and reported the situation.

Within minutes the police had gathered around them and the two boys were arrested instantly.

Unfortunately, Lawrence was able to escape their hold and Hamilton had to run after him.

He had loads of experience of stalking criminals and he got hold of Lawrence with ease, but that man wasn't going to surrender so easily.

Lawrence took out his gun from were he had hidden it in his socks and shot Hamilton which passed slightly through his arms making him flinch.

A wicked smile appeared on Lawrence face. 'Let go of me, idiot.'

Consequently, Hamilton lost his balance. But nothing in the world was going to make him loosen his grip on Lawrence's shirt collar.

He pinned him to the nearest wall as hard as he could, strangling him, making him choke.

With his wounded hand, he picked up his phone and spoke with his men who reached the spot within few minutes and fastened the other man's hand with handcuffs.

The assistant officer spoke up, 'Hamilton you are drenched in blood and the wound looks terrible. Why don't you come along with us? We could drop you in the hospital.'

Hamilton shook his head. He had other important tasks to perform and the treatment could wait.

The officer questioned once again. 'Are you sure, Hamilton? Will you be fine on your own?'

When his reply was to nod his head, the officers left the scene with the criminals they had just arrested.

Hamilton made his way towards Rosalie's house and it took him forever to reach there.

It was real battle to climb the steps to her apartment and when he finally reached the last step, he was beyond exhausted.

He rang the doorbell and waited for her to make an appearance.

She opened the door with an annoyed expression on her face and screeched. 'Who are you? And what do want so late in the night?'

Before Hamilton could think of a reply, she threw her hands to her mouth and spoke up once again. 'Oh my god, aren't you the blue eyed stalker who is following me from the past few weeks. Wait right here! let me call the police and don't you dare try something stupid as I have earned a black belt in karate.'

A smile appeared on Hamilton's face and before he could stop her from calling the police, he fainted on her doorsteps with a definite thud.