First Boondock Saints fic so go easy on me!! I wish I could write what Connor and Murphy say in their accents but Microsoft Word doesn't seem to like that very much and I HATE the little red lines under the words that are "spelled wrong" so please forgive me. Hope you like it!

Connor ducked as a bullet went whizzing past his shoulder. He turned away from his assailant long enough to catch a glance of his twin, Murphy, holding his own against three gunmen. Connor could see the small smirk under Murphy's mask as he took out all three of them with three perfectly aimed shots. Turning back to his own, Connor swiftly pulled the triggers on both his guns sending his two "bad guys" back to their makers.

"Is that all of them?" Murphy called from the opposite end of the warehouse. Somehow they had gotten split up during the mayhem.

"Aye, believe so." Connor replied.

"Good, then let's do this fast and get the fuck out of here. I'm fucking starving." Murphy pulled twelve shiny pennies out of his pocket and laid them on the eyes of his six dead men. He said a silent prayer for each of them and stood to join Connor.

Once they were out of the warehouse, Connor held out his hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Murphy asked.

"I told you there were more then ten." Connor said.

"Ah, fuck you." Murphy replied handing him a twenty-dollar bill. Connor smiled and patted his brother on the back.

"That was clean. I could see the fucking smirk on your face." Connor laughed. Murphy laughed and they spent the rest of the walk back to their dingy apartment laughing and joking. As soon as they walked in the front door, the phone rang.

"That'd be Smecker. He'll be so proud." Murphy said.

"Aye." Connor agreed going to answer the phone. The voice he heard on the other line when he answered was not one he was expecting to hear.

"Da?" Connor asked, confused. Murphy stopped taking off his boots and went to join his brother, trying to hear the conversation.

"Aye, just got back from one." Connor said into the phone. "No, it was clean…just a small drug bust…aye…aye…alright talk to you later then…aye." Connor hung up the phone and turned to face Murphy.

"What'd he want?"

"There's someone he wants us to meet."

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Emma Walker stepped out of her shower, head still spinning. No, the shower did not help her incredible headache. I didn't even have that much to drink! She told herself over and over again. She hated lying to herself but it was the only way she could think of that would ease the guilt of last night. Emma hated drinking. But it was justified! She tried again to ease the pain in her head and the nauseating feeling in her stomach that she always got after a late night in a pub and after the dream that was being replayed over and over in her head; she needed a late night in a pub. "Destroy all that which is evil…so that what is good may flourish." What the hell does that mean? I really must be going crazy. Emma shook of the memory of the dream and toweled her hair.

Her apartment was small, but it was all she needed. There were two bedrooms, for whatever reason, a cozy kitchen that always caught the morning sunlight, a small living room with an even smaller porch that overlooked the playground in the back of her apartment complex. Emma slipped into a warm pair of North Face fleece sweats and a comfortable sweatshirt from high school. Maybe a cup of coffee will straighten this out. She walked into her kitchen only to find that sometime during the night she had tried to make a cup and ended up throwing the machine to the floor. She sighed and picked it up and realized that there was no way it was ever going to spit out another drop of coffee. I guess I'm going out then.

She walked out into the cold air and shuddered when it hit her face. There was a small diner just down the street. She wrapped her thin cashmere sweater tighter around her and quickened her step. As she walked, she got the frequent feeling that someone was either following her or watching her from an alley. Not wasting any time, Emma burst through the door of the diner and quickly sat herself in the far corner of the restaurant where she could see the front door and the majority of the rest of the room, just to be safe. Not five minutes after she entered, two tall men with similar features dressed exactly the same walked in. They were dressed in blue jeans, dark T-shirt and black pea coat. They sat at a booth not far from where she sat. The darker haired one sat with his back facing her and was out of sight but she still had a perfect view of the lighter haired one.

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"Murph, there's not fucking coffee!" Connor called from the dingy kitchen of their even dingier apartment.

"Well that the hell am I supposed to do about that?" Murphy replied.

"You know how I get without my coffee."

"Aye, I guess we're going out then." Murphy lazily got up from the couch and grabbed his and Connor's coats, tossing Connor his as he passed the kitchen.

"I guess we are." Connor said with a smirk. Murphy just rolled his eyes.

"You are you're fucking coffee."

The MacManus brothers were about to make their way to their regular diner but something caught Conner's eyes. A woman was walking along the sidewalk, clearly cold. She was just as Da had described her. She had long dark red hair and creamy skin. Light freckles danced across her nose.

"Conn, it's not polite to stare." Murphy nudged his brother playfully.

"No, that's her. She's the one Da wanted us to get."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know. Worth checking out."

"Aye, let's go then."

They watched from a distance as she entered the diner and waited a few minutes before following her lead. Carefully choosing a table that didn't look suspicious, they sat and ordered.

"Let's talk business then." Murphy said once their food had arrived.

"Aye. Da said she lives in an apartment about four blocks away from McGinty's." Connor replied.

"So we watch." Murphy knew the next few weeks would be spent lurking in alleys and following close, but not too close, behind Miss Walker. She was pretty enough. Long dark hair flowed past her shoulder blades and she was petite but was definitely toned. Every time she looked down at her coffee or in the direction away from the brothers, Connor would steal a cautious glance at her. Well she sure is a pretty little thing. Connor thought after his most recent fleeting look.

"I would have to agree with you on that one." Murphy said. Connor had gotten that look again. The look where he was more than interested in a woman, he was enthralled. Connor didn't even feel the impulse to argue his brother. Murphy knew Connor better then he knew himself, and Connor knew it. So when Murphy made comments like this where he practically read Connor's mind, there was no need for discussion.

"I almost don't want to start the awkward part of this. She seems too fuckin' normal. I don't want to take that away from her." Connor said even though he already knew Murphy was thinking the same thing.

"Aye. But I think she might be questioning her own sanity after the dream she must have had."

"Aye."

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Emma sighed as she walked back home. She had gotten the feeling someone was following her but every time she turned around there was only a happy old couple walking about a half a block behind her. They turned down a different street and she was completely alone. The rest of Boston must be sleeping.

When she finally reached her apartment, the being followed feeling was long gone and her feet were itching for a run. Deciding it was easier not to fight her feet she slipped into a pair of short running shorts and a T-shirt. She pulled her hair into a pony tail, slipped on her running shoes, grabbed her iPod and left. The second the cold air hit her face she regretted shorts. Oh well, her lets would warm up as soon as she started moving. Enjoying the air on the rest of her body she raised her arms above her head and stretched.

Her feet carried her over three miles from her apartment building down the street to the post office. When she was less than a mile away from her building, she noticed that she was quickly approaching two men in matching picots and jeans. One had slightly lighter hair than the other. They noticed her coming and she nodded flirtatiously as she passed them.

"I think she just have you the nod." Murphy laughed.

"Fuck off. She's a job and if she's anything like the other ones, there'll be no use in flirting with her." Connor huffed. Murphy laughed at his reaction and they waited until she had rounded the corner before following. They stopped again once they were out of sight of her but her building was perfectly insight to them. Katie had stopped running on the main road and took the last twenty meters or so to cool down. She clicked her iPod off and bent down to stretch out her hamstrings.

Connor and Murphy watched as Emma reached the front of her building. She pulled her iPod away from her and bent down to stretch. Her shirt fell forward just enough to reveal about two inches of creamy, but tan, skin. Connor was almost mesmerized by her beauty. Murphy glanced at his brother and laughed at the look on his face.

"Conn, you've seen a girl before, haven't you?"

"Aye." Connor's word was just above a whisper. He hadn't even heard what Murphy was joking with him about. His eyes traveled over her toned backside and down each long smooth leg. He watched as she stood up, shock her legs out and entered her building.

"I can see this leading to a problem." Murphy teased again once they saw her disappear out of sight.

"I was watching her, you were to. So don't even fuckin' start."

"Aye but I wasn't the one fuckin' ogling over a little bare skin." Connor just shook his head. And here they started the second-worst part of this job. The following.

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Emma rolled out of bed the next morning with an incredible headache. She had the dream again. She had been quietly creeping through an impossibly dark alley when she heard something glass break behind her. Spinning around she saw a man on his knees with three dark figures behind him. The figures were muttering something, sounding like prayers. Then the voice boomed through her head. "Destroy all that which is evil…so that what is good may flourish." She had forced herself awake by that point, refusing to see what else the dream had in store for her. She groaned at the soreness in her leg. She cursed when she realized she didn't stretch quite enough after her run so her leg had cramped up.

"Fuck." That was all she could say as she rolled out of bed and slipped into a warm pair of fuzzy slippers. She padded into the bathroom and washed up before she had to go to work.

The week slipped by with absolutely nothing of importance happening. She only got the feeling that someone was watching her once or twice and she hadn't had the dream again. Her life was back into her regular routine, and she loved it that way.

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"It's time m'boys." Da said from the phone.

"Aye, we'll do it tomorrow. After she gets home from work." Murphy replied.

Murphy hung up with their father and turned to face Connor.

"So that's it. We're doing it tomorrow." Connor repeated more to himself than Murphy.

"Aye. Ready for rejection?" Murphy laughed. For a moment Connor thought his twin was talking about him personally.

"Aye." Connor laughed in response. He knew she would slam the door in his face but if that meant he would see her again, he was okay with that. She's just a job. Pull yourself the fuck together. You've never even talked to her.

"You okay?" Murphy asked noticing his brother's sudden fall into silence.

"Yeah, just thinking about tomorrow. It's going to be a long day."

"It is."

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