A/N :This is my first ever BDS fanfic. I've loved the movie ever since it was first released. It never dawned on me to actually check this site to see if there was a section for it. Duh, big duh on my part. So now, yes now, after all these years and seeing the previews for the second film, I've finally decided to start writing my very own BDS fic. Well I hope it turns out as good as I think it is in my head ;)

A/N : *~*~*~*~* indicates flash back and/or change in time/place

UPDATE: Going back over this entire story to fix some issues with the time lines and some other things I noticed.

Disclaimer : I own none of this, but Chrissy, yup she's mine. :)

Chapter 1

The Angels Wings Hotel 8:44 pm. Boston.

Christine M. Chambours, better known to the locals and her friends as Chrissy, continues sorting through paper work on the front desk of the old hotel. The lights are dimmed, the halls are bare and the rooms are empty. She smiles absently and sighs out loud.

"God, you're never going to get all this done tonight if you keep day dreaming girl." She speaks aloud, trying to keep herself on track.

She has two more days left. Two more days to get the rest of her stuff out of this place and be done with it for good. The Italian mob had offered her a deal she couldn't refuse. Take said amount of cash, give us this building and we leave you alone for good. How could she refuse a deal like that? Specially when this place was making hardly enough money to even pay the heating bill.

Her bright brown eyes glance to the overhead clock. 8:44 PM. Again a smile crosses her face. The good news just keeps rolling in for her. Earlier that week, she had received a call from some very good friends of hers calling to inform her that they were making their way back to south Boston very soon, probably by the end of the week.

Her mind, like so many times this night, strolls back to the moment she first met the MacManus boys and their father.


Two men followed by a taller older man walk through the front doors of the Angels Wings Hotel. Chrissy eyes all three men, knowing at once who they are.

"Dear God...You're the..." She trails off.

One of the younger males, who she would later come know to as Connor, lights up a cigarette nervously and makes his way to the front desk. He leans over and glances down either hall quickly. "I sure hope that's joy in your voice and not fear."

She swallows hard. "I...Uh...Oh! Don't worry about me calling anyone on you, if that's what you are worried about. I think you fellahs are doing a damn fine job. I don't have none of them damn asses bringing their whores here no more, saves me a lot of cleaning to do in the morning."

He gives her a smirk and hands her a roll of cash. "Ye think this will be good enough t'ah last a week?"

Chrissy stares at the money in her hands. "You're giving me money? I'm not charging you fellahs a single dime." She attempts to hand back the offering but is halted by his hand curling her fingers.

"Don't worry about it lass, keep it. Lease we three can do." He smiles again.

"Hey, would it be too much t'ah ask if ye could order us up some food? We can't exactly do that sorta thing at the moment. Not with all our adorin fans and all." The darker haired man asks, again she would later come to know this other man as Murphy.

For weeks they had stayed at the Angels Wings. Chrissy would supply them with everything they needed. Booze, clothing, food and medical aid. For months at a time they would be gone, traveling from South Boston at night only to return a few months later, late in the evening.

She had eventually lost count of how many times they would come back injured. However, they always came back, they always came home eventually.

One day she had went up to their room, carrying supplies, more then what they usually requested and she had known why. They'd sat down in the tiny living space and had went over their detailed plan. How they planned to return to Ireland, though probably not forever, but they knew it would be for a long time. They'd pleaded with her to follow, but she refused with a smile, even though her heart was hurting knowing that her only form of family was leaving her probably for good.

Weeks had crawled by, then months and then years.

They were still gone.


Then just a few weeks ago, they called, and now they were on their way to see her, they were coming home.

Now, her heart still feeling as if it's racing she packs the final bits of her papers. Satisfied with her work, she begins gathering boxes together to bring to her S.U.V parked just in the back of the building. She balances her coffee on one of the boxes rested on her hip as she tries to filter through her assortment of keys in her other hand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"What in Gods name..." She stares down the hall to the main entrance. Taking in a deep breath she tries to sound not pissed off. "Sorry! We are closed! You will have to take your business elsewhere. Goodnight." Her eyes roll. "How can people not see that sign outside those doors? I swear some people..."

Her words are cut short by a loud thud and the front doors being rammed in. Shocked, Chrissy's hand tightens on the boxes at her hips and her keys fall to the floor. Her eyes dart from her empty hand to her cell phone sitting on the front desk.

"Shit..."

She drops the boxes and her coffee and darts for her cell phone. A big rough hand grabs her right wrist roughly and yanks her in the direction of a massive body. She doesn't even have to do a double take to know that this monster of a man is part of the Italian mob, people who were no longer suppose to be bothering her.

The man laughs hoarsely. "Hey, hey, hey. Where d'ah think you're going?"

Her eyes search the hotels main floor frantically. Not even knowing what they are looking for.

"Hey, Vinny. She looks scared. Why do you think she's scared?" A second man comes stumbling in followed by a much smaller thinner man.

The massive man now holding her captive glances back to his comrades. "I don't know..." His eyes return to her and look her up and down. "Maybe it's because she wasn't going to say good-bye before leaving this dump and knows how much that would upset us all." He squeezes her tighter and holds her close to his body.

The smaller man waltz around with his hands in his pockets, gingerly twirling a toothpick in his mouth, suddenly he stops and turns on his heel. His eyes become dark. "Or maybe...maybe it's because she has certain friends coming to visit that she thought we didn't know about."

Panic. Written all over her face. Pure panic.

"Shocked honey?" He laughs and spits out the toothpick and squeezes her face roughly with his hand. "Well, if you thinks that's shocking. Wait till you see what we have planned for you."