Okay. So this is Chapter 1 of Room in my Heart. It's the continuation of The Love of the Irish. Again, I apologize for the super short last chapter, but I'll try to make it up with this one.

I'm gonna try to make it up to all the Connor fans, I know the last story was disappointing on the Connor front, but I liked where I took it. Hopefully, you all did as well. I'll make it up to you guys, I promise. At the end of the last story, I had Connor mention Concezio Yakavetta. So this story will jump ahead of time, just a little bit, to right after the end of the second movie. This is my take on what will happen.

The Disclaimer for this story is in the description of the story. I don't own TBS and make no money off this.

Thank you for reading the last story and now...let's get this party started.

Just an explanation for the first part.

Normal and Now text will be just like this. Regular and in the moment.

Past things that have happened will be in italics, like this.

And me talking to you will be like this. lol Just making sure I don't lose anyone.

- Brina's POV -

Getting papers forged is easy enough, if you know who to talk to. Doc knew just the guy for the job, and he succeeded to the fullest extent. She was in. The halls were lined with cells for the inmates. She hadn't set eyes on Murphy since he and Connor had left to go help their Da. Her heart filled with sadness when she found all of the mess out.

McGinty's was dead, no customers in the place. She had come downstairs for a drink to settle her nerves when Doc pointed to the tv. In bold letters, "True Saints in Custody." As the reporter went on, she revealed Connor and Murphy's name, their Da's name and that he had died. The last thing he had said to her, was infront of Murphy. He had to explain it to her after Da was out of ear shot. "Mon fils a de la chance d'avoir votre amour. Et vous avez la chance d'avoir son. Nous y retournerons bientôt." She looked at Murphy and he grinned. "It means, My son is lucky to have your love. And you are lucky to have his. We'll be back soon." She smiled and kissed him on the lips before he hopped into the vehicle with his brother and father and drove away.

As she sat at the bar, feeling sick at the sight of it all, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but answered anyways. "Hello?" Silence from the other end was all she heard for a minute. "Brina?" She licked her lips and turned away from the tv. "Yes. Who is this?" She hadn't given her number to hardly anyone. No one should know it. "It's Smecker. And before you jump to conclusions, let me explain. In the short version, since we have pressing matters. I faked my death. The FBI was getting too close to figuring out I was covering for Connor and Murphy, so I faked my own death. Now, I've got help, I have a plan, but you'll have to do your part if you want to be with your man again." Without hesitation, she agreed.

Which put her here. Walking the halls of the prison, as a nurse. Her fourth day, and she was anxious to seek out Murphy, but knew better. "Nothing too obvious." was how Smecker had put it. Just starting her shift, she opened the door and stepped into the infirmary. All of her beds were empty. Today, then, had to be the day. Smecker was sending someone in to give word to Murphy that she was working there, and to meet her in the infirmary. The first few days dragged past, dealing with a few bruises and cuts from a fight. She was beginning to get impatient.

- Murphy's POV-

It didn't take long for the brothers to figure out who the biggest asshole in the prison was. Burt Lawson was his actual name, but everyone who knew him or knew of him called him Starky. Murphy's cell mate, Dwayne, seemed scared just to talk about him. Murphy learned quickly, that was his play. At breakfast, the inmates filed into the cafeteria and received their trays. Whichever way you went, it was slop. Whether they called it gravy and biscuits or bacon and eggs. It all looked like slop. Murphy sat down beside his brother and they began eating, eyeing the line for Starky. Murphy had just swallowed a big bite of slop when Connor nudged him.

"There he is, Murph." Murphy nodded and kept his cool. "I'm gonna wait for him to pass by." Connor leaned over to his brother and spoke quickly and quietly. "From what I've heard, he was in good with Papa Joe. He'll already be mad at us, so no use trying to get him more pissed. The Russians took him as a joke and as soon as we offed Yakavetta, they kicked poor Starky there, out of the club." The huge man emerged from the exit door and walked closer and closer. Remembering the Russian slang for pussy, Murphy waited until Starky was right by their table. "Киска." Starky stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at them both. "One more step, you stupid mick, and you'll be my pussy." Murphy stood up and stared at the man. "I heard when you were born, your mother wanted to take care of you, but the Mafia wanted too much." Connor stood up to help Murphy. "Aye, I heard that myself as well. But if he were twice as smart, he'd still be stupid." The boys chuckled and Murphy spoke again. "I mean, come on. We all sprang from apes, but Starky here, he didn't seem to spring too far."

The large man slammed his tray down and grabbed Murphy by the collar of his shirt, spitting on him as he threatened. "Say more, I dare you." Murphy braced himself for the punch he knew was coming. "Just calm down, now, Starky. It's not your fault you'll never be the man your mother is." It happened quickly. He saw Starky rear back and felt the impact of the ginormous fist on the side of his face, sending stars into his vision. He saw Connor stab Starky in the shoulder with his plastic fork, then watched as Connor went down, then a group of four guards attacking Starky. Murphy reached to the side of his head and as he brought his hand away, grinned when he saw blood. A guard got him to his feet and escorted him to the infirmary.

-Brina's POV-

The doors opened and the quiet room filled with bickering and arguing. Starky, Murphy, and Connor all filed into the room. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" The room quieted down after she yelled at them. "Thank you. Starky, take bed 7. You two, beds 1 and 2." She pointed and they walked to their beds. She disappeared into the supply room to gather the things she would need, smiling. Murphy, except a small cut on his head, looked good. It had been too long since she had seen him. She missed him. But there wasn't time to reminisce on that now. She headed to Starky's bed first.

"Alright, Starky. Give me your back. Let's get that fork out first." He turned around, making the small gurney creak as he moved, then settled. She slipped on a pair of gloves, then grabbed the handle and gave a quick, firm tug, pulling it out. An internal groan came. She reached for the tweezers and took a deep breath. "Starky, one of the tines on the fork broke off. I've gotta dig it out. It's gonna hurt." He gave a short sarcastic laugh. "I'm not a pussy. Dig it out." She held the tweezers and pressed them into the hole, moving it around a bit. She leaned closer to his back to get a better look as she dug for the piece of plastic.

With her empty hand, she grabbed a piece of gauze and wiped the blood away. "Damn it, woman. Hurry it up." She felt a grin cross her lips. "I thought you weren't a pussy, Starky." She felt it before she realized what was happening. A heavy weight hit her across the face, then a hand held her throat, her back pinned against the wall. As suddenly as it had happened, she was on the floor, gasping for air as two guards rushed in. She got to her feet quickly. "It was Starky. Those two were only helping me. Wait one second." She grabbed a piece of gauze and two strips of tape, laying it over the small wound and smacking it hard as she stuck it onto his back. "Have a great day, Starky." He was forced out of the infirmary, the door closing behind him. She looked at the guard that remained and nodded. "I don't think they'll give me any trouble." He nodded and walked out of the door. She walked to the window and pulled the blinds closed. It was just the three of them now. She turned around and saw the two men smiling. She ran to Murphy first and threw her arms around him, feeling him give her a tight hug in return. "I missed you." They pulled back and shared a long deep kiss.

He lifted her chin and gently ran his fingers over her throat. "It'll bruise. But I think you'll live." Connor stepped closer, looking at her neck with Murphy. "Aye, but I think that official diagnosis is for the doctor to say." She smiled and gave Connor a hug. "Before we get too happy, let me spoil the moment." They both sat back down on the beds, looking at her. "I'm so...so sorry about Da." They both looked at the floor, attempting to prevent any tears. Murphy reached for her hand and slipped his fingers between hers. "I would say it's alright. But it's not. We just got him back. But he went down doing what was right. And that would've been enough for him." She gave a sorrowful smile to Murphy before a kiss. "Let's look at that head."

She moved her rolling tray with her supplies over to Murphy's bed and leaned over him. "God, it looks like you got a good hit from a lead pipe. What did this? Christ fucking sake." She dabbed at the wound as Connor chuckled. "Lord's fucking name." Murphy grinned and made the shape of the cross on himself. "Hail Mary, full of Grace.." The wound had already stopped bleeding, not causing too much worry. She kissed by it and sat down beside Murphy. "Okay, I'll speak quietly, but quickly so pay attention. Smecker, as you guys know, is alive. He has it set up. He's implanted three guards who are working for the church, not the prison. Tomorrow at 4:24 exactly, there's going to be a riot. You guys, no matter who comes to your cells, no matter what happens...you stay in your cells. Keep the doors closed. You're going to be removed from the prison and taken to a ship. The ship, will take you to Ireland."

Murphy laid a hand on her back. "What about you, love?" She felt a small smile slip onto her lips. "I'll follow you guys. A few weeks after." Murphy scoffed. "A few weeks?" She nodded her head and sighed. "The church has already bought me a passport and plane ticket. But Smecker put a bug in their ear to plan it for a few weeks out. Said I need to wait here and let things die down, just in case someone suspects something. I would come with you guys in a heartbeat, but I don't have that kind of cash to buy a plane ticket for tomorrow." She saw Connor nodding his head. "But the point is, you'll join us?" She nodded. "Murph, quit your worrying, then. I know it's been a while since you've seen her, but give it a little while and you'll have all the time you two want."

There was a knock on the door and she quickly jumped up. Opening it, she saw the guard standing outside. "Are they ready to go back to their cells?" She nodded. "This one is. Hang on just a second." The door closed and she walked over to Connor. "You watch his ass for me until I get there, okay?" He hugged her. "Of course I will. I'll keep him out of Maisy Fraiser's pants." He looked at Murphy and chuckled as he opened the door. She walked back over to him and crossed her arms. "Maisy Fraiser?" He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, pushing her down onto her back. "Not to worry, love. She's just an old girlfriend." She giggled. "Just an old girlfriend?" He laughed and laid down beside her, pulling her to him. She sighed as he rubbed her back. "We don't have a lot of time for this, Murphy. They'll be back any minute to ta-" He shushed her, leaving the two of them in the quiet. She sat up and kissed him. "I'll miss you all over again."

He tucked her hair behind her ear and let his hand rest on her cheek. "Aye. I'll miss you too. But three weeks. It'll seem like forever." She nodded. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, resting her hand on his chest. "I love you, Murphy." She stood up and walked over to his side of the bed as he stood and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you too, Brina." They shared one quick, last kiss as another knock came at the door. "Murphy, just please remember. 4:24 tomorrow afternoon. Don't leave your cell." He smiled and kissed her head. "I won't." She walked him to the door and watched him walk down the hallway with the guard. Taking a deep breath, she reassured herself that everything would be alright.

So there was Chapter 1. I hope it was good and filled your appetite. Please R&R and let me know what you think!