Authors Note: Slow start, a little choppy. Still looking for a beta, so if you're interested, let me know! Just as a warning, this is a MurphyxOC story, maybe even a ConnerxOC if I feel like it xD But my OC is a lot different then you have seen around in other Boondock Saints fics. She isn't some emotional little thing that cries at the sight of blood, and certainly doesn't plan on taking care of the boys. She's just as tough as Conner and Murphy and would like me to tell you this xD Anyways, hope you enjoy this, review and let me know!

And sadly, I don't own the Boondock Saints, or the MacManus brothers. Sad day.

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Two months. Two friggin months. Smecker knew that it had to be soon, he couldn't wait much longer or else no one would buy it. He couldn't risk moving them before, they were like Swiss god damn cheese, riddled with friggin bullet holes and that Mexican of theirs was on an oxygen tank for Christ's sake, he couldn't very well get them out of Hoag when they were still healing. It would be too dangerous, so he had to wait; it gave him time to get one of his people on the inside. A young girl, the daughter of a fallen cop who had been murdered by the Yakavetta family themselves, volunteered herself for the job. It would be easy for her to fake the deaths of the Saints and their partner Romeo. But two months, two god damn months after they had been arrested and captured, would people buy into complications due to undetected fragments of bullets embedded in their bodies?

Smecker only hoped that his plan could be pulled off. It was so easy to fake his own death, but the deaths of the three most well known vigilantes would prove to be a tad more difficult, he was sure. The girl had gotten in relatively easily, and constantly informed him of the Saints condition. They were starting to heal, and get better which mean they would be put into the general population in the prison. They needed to be out by then; they needed to be out in a reasonable time so their deaths would be believable. He had paid off the coroners, and the girl made sure she was the only one in the room when the boys supposedly coded. They would only have a couple of hours to get them out, and Smecker wanted it to go as fast as possible.

That's where the other girl came into play. She was the getaway car, just as valuable if not more as the other girl, the one at Hoag. Aisling McCormack was a young girl, but who had been through a lifetime of pain, a good strong Irish girl with a head full of red curls with a love of fast cars and a fetish for strong guns. Smecker had a feeling that the boys would be at least slightly amused by her, and her heavy accent which rivaled their own. He knew that this girl wouldn't take their shit, and they were certainly in for a treat on their way to the airport.

Aisling was sitting pretty in a Nissan 350Z car, a nice flat black, lights shut off, just waiting. She knew that someone would be bringing the boys out soon. According to Smecker, the plan went flawlessly, she didn't have all the details yet, but she knew that the girl who had snuck her way into the hospital wing of Hoag was escorting Conner and Murphy MacManus along with Romeo. She had read quite a deal about the Saints of South Boston ever since she had gotten in contact with Smecker. This trip was just as important to her as it was to all three of those boys, and she intended on making sure it started out right.

They should have been coming through the gates of the prison any minute now, but Aisling didn't dare turn on her lights, instead she sat in the dark, a cigarette hanging out of her chapped lips, waiting, watching, and listening. The sooner they got out there, the better. Hoag gave her the shivers quite frankly; she wasn't sure how many times she was almost locked up in there herself. Finally, she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps but she didn't turn the lights on yet, she just flicked her cigarette out the window, before opening the door and pushing herself out of the car.

She cocked the gun, before approaching the area where the footsteps stopped. A flash light was in her hand, and she clicked it on, cautiously praying to her God that it was the Saints. And indeed it was, the boys looked out of it for the most part having been drugged for the last couple of hours but the girl, Stephanie, Aisling was sure her name was, looked confident but still nervous at the sight of the gun in the holster on Aisling's waist.

"Ye got out alright then?" Aisling asked, even though it was obvious. Her voice was soft, but still with a thick Irish accent, the twins perked up slightly at the sound.

"Not a problem, but I suggest you high tail it out of here, I'm not sure if they will notice the missing bodies, but if they do, you better believe there will be a man hunt." Stephanie said, her eyes still locked on the desert eagle.

"Aye. Well help me load 'em up then." Aisling said before aiming the flashlight to the ground, swinging her arms underneath one of the twins so she could move them to the car. She and Stephanie put Romeo in the back, along with the blonde before pushing the seat back and throwing the darker haired twin in the front. "How long do ye reckon they will be out?"

"At least a good hour or so, the dose was pretty high." She said simply, shutting the passenger door, and glancing back at the looming prison.

"Get back in there. Hurry up now lass. They will be wondering where ye ran off too." The girl simply nodded before turning, and running back to the gates as Aisling jumped in the drivers side of the 350z, pushing down on the clutch, and starting her up before zooming away into the dark of the night, not daring to turn on her lights until she was a good while away from the prison.