'You have specific instructions, Abigail,' Vitto Petrovsky stated in a stern voice, 'I expect this job to be completed by the end of today.'

Abigail nodded.

'Yes, Vitto,' she said.

Vitto growled.

'GET MOVING!' he roared.

Abigail squeaked. She left the mansion, sighing deeply as she walked down the street. Something felt off about this job, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

On the way to her job, she decided to go visit the Ouellet Twins. Emily and Rebecca had babysat her when they lived in Detroit. She needed help from one of them, and she silently prayed that they remembered her.

Abigail admired the beautiful grounds of the mansion before walking up to the front door. She took a deep breath, ringing the door bell.

Rebecca growled. She got to her feet, limping to the door. She flung it open, ready to tell off whoever was there. Her hazel eyes widened at the sight of the young girl.

'Abigal?' she said softly.

Abigail beamed.

'You remembered me...' she said.

'Oh, of course I remember you!' said Rebecca happily, 'I've missed you so much!'

Abigail grunted softly as Rebecca pulled her inside to hug her. She gently patted her on the back before pulling away slightly. Rebecca beamed.

'What are you doing in Boston?' she asked.

Abigail sighed sadly.

'Mom and I moved here when I was nine...' she said thoughtfully, 'that's why she didn't need you to babysit me anymore.'

'Oh, Abigail...' said Rebecca, 'if I knew you were here, I would have looked you up. How are your parents, anyways?'

'My dad was killed a month after we moved here,' said Abigail sadly, 'and mom kicked me out.'

Rebecca's eyes widened even more.

'Abi...' she said softly, 'where are you staying?'

Abigail noticed Rebecca's injured knee. She sighed deeply.

'It doesn't matter, Becca...' she said, 'I came to see if you could help me with something, but you're injured. I'll figure out another way to do it.'

She turned to walk out the front door, but Rebecca grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back inside.

'Wait a second, sweetie,' she said, 'I want you to meet someone.'

'I'm in a hurry, Rebecca...' said Abigail.

'Oh, nonsense!' said Rebecca, 'CONNOR!'

Abigail sighed. She watched as a tall man descended the stairs. He had short, spiky, dirty blond hair and bright, baby blue eyes. He looked between Rebecca and Abigail, his brow furrowing slightly.

'Becca...' he said slowly, 'who is this?'

Rebecca laughed.

'Connor, this is Abigail,' she said, 'Emily and I used to babysit her when she and I lived in Detroit.'

'Oh!' said Connor, 'you've told me abou' 'er! Now I remember!'

'Well, she needs help with something,' said Rebecca, 'I can't because I'm injured. Would you mind doing it, baby?'

'It's fine, Beachy,' said Abigail, using the old nickname she called Rebecca when she was younger, 'I'll be fine.'

Abigail turned and walked out the front door and down the driveway. Connor ran after her.

'Wait a minute, lass!' he said, catching up to her, 'what do ye need 'elp wit'?'

Abigail sighed.

'Vitto Petrovsky hired me to get something for him from the Valachi mansion...' she said.

'What?!' exclaimed Connor, 'tha Valachi mansion?! Are ye insane?!'

'I've done it before,' insisted Abigail, narrowing her eyes, 'that's what I do. I retrieve things for people.'

'Well, if it's so fuckin' easy, then wha' did ye need me wife fer?' asked Connor, sounding very irritated.

Abigail sighed.

'I miss Beachy and Em-Em more than anything,' she said softly, 'I thought I needed a reason, but I can find another way to get this done.'

Connor growled.

'Yer no' goin' alone,' he insisted, 'wha' do ye need?'

'I'd feel better if someone was watching and whistled if they saw someone,' said Abigail.

Connor nodded.

'Fine,' he said, 'lead tha way. I'll whistle twice if I see someone.'

Abigail smiled. She lead the way towards the Valachi mansion. Once there, she moved away from him and slipped into the shadows. She picked the lock on a side door and let herself inside, silently making her way up the stairs.

She opened the door to the master suite and walked over to the closet. At the very back was a safe, and it didn't take her long to crack the combination. The files were exactly where her boss had said they would be. She slipped the files up under the back of her shirt, tucking the bottom of them into the top of her jeans.

Abigail took a deep breath as she walked back out of the closet. Her job was almost half over. She slipped quietly back outside the suite and made her way back down the stairs. She crept silently toward the office, ducking into a shadowed corner as a guard walked by, holding her breath until he was gone. As soon as he was gone, she kept going.

She slid into the chair behind the desk without turning on a light and booted up the computer, tapping her fingers nervously as she waited for it to come on. Once it was booted up, she pulled a flash drive from her pocket and plugged it in. She found the documents she was after as quickly as possible and transferred them to the flash drive. Slipping the flash drive back into her pocket, she shut the computer down and turned to the window to let herself out.

Connor paced the sidewalk, getting more and more agitated as time went on. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief when he saw Abigail come running towards him.

'Ye okay, lass?' he asked.

Abigail frowned.

'Of course I am,' she said, 'you didn't worry, did you?'

Connor chuckled.

'Now, why would I be worried abou' a crazy lass goin' inside tha Valachi mansion?' he teased, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, 'now, come on. I don' need me wife worryin'.'

Abigail laughed. She fell into an easy step beside Connor. She wanted to go and make nice with Rebecca before sneaking out to go give Vitto the item she had collected. After they had gone a few blocks, she stiffened.

'What was that?' she asked.

Connor looked up. There, in an alley, there was a young boy being beaten up by three bigger guys. Abigail shouted.

'Hey!' she hollered, 'leave him alone!'

Before Connor could stop her, Abigail jumped onto one of the guys' backs. She punched the side of his face, trying to get him off the younger boy.

The man growled. He turned around, slamming Abigail's back into the brick wall of one of the buildings. Her grip loosened, and she fell to the ground.

Connor grabbed the other two. He threw them to the ground, yelling at them.

'SCRAM!' he roared.

Abigail tried grabbing the third man, but it was too late. He drew his knife, running towards Connor.

'NO!' she cried.

Connor laughed. He drew his pistol, leveling it with the man's face.

'I said scram, asshole,' he growled, 'yer done 'ere.'

The man growled. He kicked the young boy in the ribs one last time before running after his buddies. Connor knelt down next to the boy, worry lining his face as he looked at him.

Abigail crawled over to where Connor was kneeling. She looked at the boy, her eyes full of tears.

'He's hurt...' she moaned, 'he needs to go to the hospital...'

'No...' moaned the boy, 'my mom will kill me...'

Connor sighed. He gently scooped the boy up in his arms, standing up.

'Rebecca knows a doctor who will take care o' ye, lad,' he said softly, 'come on.'

Abigail slowly got to her feet. She walked beside Connor, not taking her eyes off the boy as they walked slowly towards the mansion. She opened the door when they arrived, allowing Connor to step ahead.

The boy groaned as Connor gently lay him down on one of the sofas. He looked over at Abigail.

'I'm goin' ta get tha doctor,' he said, 'stay 'ere.'

Abigail nodded. Connor ran up the stairs to fetch Simon, who was there to check on Rebecca. The boy looked up at Abigail, his eyes full of wonder.

'You saved my life...' he said in awe.

Abigail shook her head.

'I didn't,' she said, 'Connor did.'

'Connor did what?'

Abigail and the boy looked up. A tall, slender man came walking into the living room. He had slick, dark-brown hair and big blue eyes that shone under thick eyelashes. He smiled.

'I'm Doctor Simon Tam,' he said, 'I went to school with Emily and Rebecca.'

'Connor saved this boy's life, Dr. Tam,' said Abigail, 'three guys were attacking him in an alley.'

'This wouldn't be the first time that Connor's saved someone's life,' chuckled Simon.

Abigail laughed softly. Simon sat at the edge of the couch, carefully examining the boy.

'What's your name, son?' he asked.

'D-Dillon...' moaned the boy, 'Dillon Elliott...I heard the other man call her Abigail...she's hurt, too.'

Abigail sighed.

'There's nothing wrong with me,' she said, 'besides, I got something to do.'

'Yer no' goin' anywhere until Simon checks ye over,' said Connor sternly.

'I have a job to finish, Connor,' said Abigail.

'Then I guess that means you'll have to get your ass into the bathroom, huh?' commented Simon, 'unless you want to take your shirt off in front of these two.'

Abigail growled. She stood up, walking into the downstairs bathroom. Simon shared a brief chuckle with Connor.

'Dillon needs rest and some Ibuprofen will help ease any discomfort,' he said, 'nothing's broken, but he's gonna be bruised and sore for a few days.'

Connor nodded. Simon walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

'Do you need any help, darling?' he asked kindly.

Abigail growled. She slipped her arms through her shirt, hiding the wince of pain at the movement. She kept her back to Simon, hissing between her teeth as he examined her back.

Simon helped Abigail back into her shirt after he was done. He carefully opened the door to talk to Connor.

'She's just bruised, too,' he said, 'I need to go to the hospital to go check on Sara. I'll be back in a few hours.'

Connor nodded.

'Aye,' he said, 'an' tell Sara I say congratulations.'

Simon smiled.

'Will do,' he said.

Connor watched as Simon walked out the front door. He carefully scooped Abigail up in his arms, carrying her over to the second sofa.

'Yer boss can learn patience,' he said sternly as he sat her down, 'yer 'urt an' yer no' goin' anywhere.'

Abigail groaned. Then, suddenly, they heard a voice calling from upstairs.

'CONNOR!'

Connor sighed. He turned and looked at both Abigail and Dillon.

'I need ta go check on me wife,' he said, 'you two sit still.'

Abigail heaved a heavy sigh as Connor bolted up the stairs to go check on Rebecca. She kept glancing at Dillon, thinking about how she'd be in a lot more pain if she was late delivering the item.

'Abi!'

Abigail looked up. Connor was standing in the doorway with Rebecca in his arms. She scooched over so Connor could sit her down.

'How are you feeling, Beachy?' she asked.

Rebecca laughed.

'Pregnant,' she said, cradling her bulging stomach, 'I'm due any day now.'

Dillon looked over at Rebecca. He watched her intently as she cradled her stomach, gently cooing to it in French. Rebecca looked up, her eyes focused on his.

'Why were those guys beating you up, sweetheart?' she asked as Connor rubbed her stomach.

'I don't know...' said Dillon softly, 'I think they wanted money.'

Rebecca nodded.

'Well, I'm glad that Connor and Abi were there to...'

Rebecca's sentence was cut short. She gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. Abigail frowned.

'Beachy...' she said, 'what's wrong?'

Rebecca didn't say anything. Connor's eyes widened as he watched wetness spread across Rebecca's jeans.

'SHIT!' he hollered, ''ER WATER BROKE!'

Abigail gasped.

'CONNOR!' she cried, 'CALL SIMON!'

Connor shook his head.

'No...' he said, 'we need Alyssa!'

'Who's Alyssa?' asked Dillon, slowly getting up and sitting on Rebecca's other side.

'Connor and I saved her from an alley over a year ago...' gasped Rebecca between pants.

'The MacManus' saved my life.'

Everyone looked up. A girl - who looked to be not much older than Dillon and Abigail - came into the living room. She had long, brown hair and bright, but slightly timid, green eyes. She knelt down in front of Rebecca, pulling down her jeans and panties so she could examine her.

'If either of you are squeamish,' she said to Dillon and Abigail, 'I suggest you leave the room.'

'DON'T START WITHOUT ME!'

Everyone looked up again. A tall man with black hair and black eyes came bolting into the living room holding a miniature video camera.

'We're documenting this one, Becca!' he said.

'How old are you?' Dillon asked Alyssa.

'Seventeen as of a few weeks ago,' answered Alyssa.

'Great thinkin', Michael!'

Another man came running into the living room. He was the same height as Connor. He had short, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He clapped Michael on the shoulder before playfully ruffling Alyssa's hair.

'Yer a God-send, Lyss,' he teased, 'she's delivered mine an' Em's twins as well as Connor and Rebecca's first set.'

Alyssa rolled her eyes.

'I love you, too, Murphy,' she teased.

Rebecca panted as another contraction came over her. Alyssa checked her dilation.

'You've still got a while to go, Becca,' she said, 'try and relax.'

'It hurts...' moaned Rebecca, 'it hurts...'

Just then, Rebecca's twin sister, Emily came rushing into the living room. Abigail pressed a finger to her lips, quickly running out the front door and started speeding off towards the Petrovsky mansion to drop off the item.

'Well...' she thought to herself, 'let's see how this goes...'