* Please Review even though this story is finished. I am redoing it, fixing the problems with it. Im writing this story with the blessing of Katarina who wrote Pen Pals and gave me the idea to start this one! *

Every Tuesday, for the past 12 months, Murphy had been getting a letter from his ' pen pal'. Every Wednesday he'd mail a letter back and she got it on Thursday. The prison was trying to make their prisoners learn how to interact with normal people in hopes it will help straighten them out. He didn't know her name, she signed her letters JW. Both the prisoner and the writer were told not to give out their real names. He signed his MM. He knew she was a young woman aged 30. Her letters came from a P.O. Box and not her real address, although he knew she lived in Boston. She never asked what he was in jail for and he never told her. It was Tuesday and he was waiting impatiently for his letter. Once it arrived, he'd lay in his bunk, one hand behind his head and read it right away. Connor and Romeo would leave him alone while he read it.

' Hey You,

How has your week been? Did you get to do anything new? I'm sure not. Did you start that book I sent you? Let me know if you like it, if not, I can send you a different one. But I think you will, I loved it. How is your brother feeling? Is his cough better? I hope, for your sake, it is. I know how annoyed you are with him coughing all night but try and remember, it's not his fault.

So you remember that shirt I got, that I was so excited about? My cat threw up on it and I had to throw it again. I'm so pissed, stupid, fucking cat. I watched that movie you told me about and you were right, I did like it! I am working on that painting I promised I'd make you and I'm almost done with it so I hope you like it.

Shane has been getting on my nerves so bad. I don't know how much longer I am going to stay with him. Everything he does pisses me off and everything I do seems to be pissing him off. Do you think I'm just being mean by hanging on? We have been together for two years so I guess I think I should try and work it out, or at least feel like I did everything I could to keep it going. He's pushing hard for us to move in together but I'm just not ready for that. I don't know.

I look forward to getting your letter this week. Be careful in there, keep your head up and don't get into trouble, I know you like to fight but try not too. I will be thinking about you as always and yes, I will go to your old church Tuesday night and light another candle for you. I will talk to you later!

JW'

Murphy smiled then sat up. He climbed out of his bunk and went to the desk they were allowed to have. Connor and Romeo were sitting on their bunks, still not talking to him. At first they teased him about her and about him writing her but they soon stopped. He was easier to get along with when they left him alone and they saw how happy he got when he got letters from her.

' Hey Lass,

My week has been the same, of course. Nothing new for me except your book. Aye, I started it and I do like it. I like that it has so many short stories in it. I'm so glad you're into zombies too and you find these books for me. My brother is better, hardly coughing now but my friend is starting it. I am praying I don't get it. I fucking hate being sick.

I'm sorry to hear about your shirt, I know you looked around forever to find it. I'm sure you wanted to beat that cat's ass. I hope you can get another one. I'm glad to hear that you liked the movie. Next movie you need to watch is Red Canyon, I think you'll like that too. I can't wait until you send me that painting. You are an amazing artist. I have all the pieces of artwork you sent me.

I don't think you're being mean. I think you just want to be sure you're over him but if it's over, it's over. You should let him go and find someone else who wants to be with him and you should be able to be with someone you really care about. If you don't want to live with him then don't. Living with someone is a huge commitment. I have never lived with a girl but I'm sure it would be hard.

Me, get into trouble? What are you talking about? I am keeping my head up, your letters help a lot. Thank you for continuing to write me and for lighting the candle. I think of you too and pray for you at night. I'm looking forward to your next letter.

MM '

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Jillian went to her P.O. Box after work like she always did on Thursday. She was always excited. She felt like she knew him. She really felt like she had gotten to know him even though she didn't know his name or even what he looked like. After a while they had become friends, even sharing stories about their pasts. She felt like she could trust him and told him some personal things about her relationship with her boyfriend. She'd ask his advice and he hadn't steered her wrong. She really felt like he was one of her best friends. When she had asked, he had described himself to her so she had a general idea of what he had looked like. He had asked her what she looked like so she had described herself the best she could. She didn't send him a picture of herself and he hadn't asked for one although he had wanted too. She picked up his letter, locked up her box and headed home.

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Tuesday came and so did another letter but he also had a package. It was a small package but he knew what it was. She had made him another painting. He had asked her to paint him a picture of his old church. It brought him comfort to see it and even Connor liked it. She was such a talented artist it was no wonder she taught art for a living.

' Hey you,

Well, I broke up with Shane. I just couldn't do it anymore, I just couldn't be with him. He was so pissed that I was painting that picture for you that he did something I can't forgive so I told him it was over. I understand what he was saying, and I'm sure you can understand too. I get that you are in prison for doing something against the law but it's not like we are planning to run away and get married. I don't know your name, you don't know mine so I just don't see how painting for you and writing you letters is so bad. Anyway, doesn't matter anymore because I'm not with him and I feel so good about my choice. We broke up on Thursday and I haven't cried once, in fact, I feel amazing, better then I have in months.

I hope you don't get sick too! I know what you mean, I get so mad when I'm sick. I have too much to do to deal with that shit. I picked up Red Canyon today and I will watch it tonight. Thank you for the compliment about my art work. I really do hope my letters and pictures help to cheer you up and pass the time for you.

You're right, I did want to beat her ass but it really wasn't her fault I guess. It's not like she can run to the bathroom and throw up. I actually just reordered the shirt online. So I am willingly to forgive her, just this one time. She is a good cat in general, it's just I hadn't even gotten to wear it before she ruined it. Stupid fucking cat.

So I found this site that is completely about the Saints. Articles on them, their pictures, shirts, even a place you can go to sign a petition to get them out of prison. I sighed it, they were cleaning shit up and someone had to do it. I never saw their pictures before so yeah, Murphy is pretty fucking hot! Sorry, but you know I don't have any girlfriends to talk about guys too.

Going to your church Tuesday for your candle. Thinking of you and can't wait for your letter!

JW'

He dropped the letter down right away. She thought he was hot and she was single now. She had no way of knowing that later that night, he, Connor, and Romeo were being taken out of prison. Some of the guards were on their side and had finally worked out a plan with the Saint's protectors, the FBI and their three police friends, to get them out. They had arranged for a ' transfer'. One of the guards was a friend of Murphy's so he was going to bring Murphy her letters and mail out Murphy's letters to her every week until Murphy figured out what he was going to in regards to her.

He didn't want to stop writing her, didn't want to stop hearing from her. Now that he knew she thought he was hot, he really wanted to see her. He was planning on wearing a disguise and going to her P.O. Box. Thursday night. He wanted to get a look at her then he was going to plan on trying to meet her, to introduce himself to her somehow. She supported them so he hoped she won't care.

Murphy gathered up all her letters and paintings and had them packed away. The three waited until night fall then their guards came for them. They were led to a prison van were they'd drive it so far then ditch it somewhere. They knew their disappearances would be kept a secret from the media. The prison won't want it to look bad when everyone finding out they had lost the three Saints.