I don't own the Boondock Saints, however the couple of Original Characters belong to me. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. For those of you lovely people who have been reading it, this has been revised multiple times since I first wrote it. Partly due to the 2nd movie coming out and partly due to my need to keep some cannon. Here's the revised version. Like previously stated, reviews would be greatly appreciated.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" asked Carrie as she tossed on her hoodie, "Those two are pretty drunk."

"They're not as bad as Johnny was last night.

Carrie laughed, "Alright, you got me there, but didn't you open?"

"Aye and now I'm going to close."

"I thought Layla was on the schedule."

"She was. She begged and pleaded for me to take it. Reasons unknown, but it means that I have Monday off. Now, get your ass home. Ewan's got to be waiting for you."

"Alright. Cheers love." She said then grabbed her purse and headed out.

Wiping down the pub, the red head waved as she left. She smiled politely at the last two guys in the pub then started on her closing chores. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sighed and headed to the table.

"Sorry boys, time to go." She said

"We still got to finish our shots and pitchers." the blonde slurred

"Well that's why I called bottoms up twenty minutes ago loves. Time to go."

"Awe, come on." Said the brunette, "Don't be a bitch. Wait for us to finish."

The smile faded from her face as her emerald green eyes narrowed. Without a word to the boys, she reached across the table and grabbed the shots. Before they could blink she had downed all four of them. "Now boys, there's the door. I'm telling you, not asking."

"You bitch!" yelled the blonde, "What the fuck? We paid for those! You can't do this!"

"Sorry boys. Come back tomorrow and your first round is on me."

Muttering under their breath, the boys made a big scene of having to leave; knocking their chairs over, spilling the remainder of the pitcher and stumbling to the door. Rolling her eyes, she casually strolled behind them, her heels clicking on the hard wood floor. Once they had slammed the door, she locked it behind and started on the closing routine.

As the clock stuck 2, she locked the door to the bar. She wasn't sure what had been worse that night, the exhaustion from the double shift or that every older man had decided that her ass needed to be pinched. With the alley being the quickest way home, Caitlin slipped her keys between her knuckles, put her hand in her hoodie pocket and began the long walk. A cool breeze sent chills down her spin and goose bumps across her flesh. "Should've worn pants." she thought pulling her ruby hair out of the French plait. Humming a tune her mom used to, she quickened her pace when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Hey Peaches!" slurred one of them, "Got a light?"

Gripping the keys tighter, she rolled her eyes to herself. "Tá brón orainn, níl!" ("Sorry, no!") She replied in Gaelic.

"Bitch!" he yelled

Heavy footsteps echoed off the alley walls as they charged forward. Kicking off her heels, Caitlin ran as hard as she could for the exit. Her feet flew out from under her as unfamiliar hands on her back pushed her down. A grotesque popping noise filled her ear while she watched her keys fly across the alley. Cheap whiskey wafted from the man as he grabbed her ankles. Screaming in pain, she struggled while he dragged back towards the middle of the alleyway. Releasing her ankles, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. Caitlin struggled to keep weight off her swelling knee. The other man laughed cruelly as he caught his breath. She could have gotten drunk from the fumes coming off both of them.

"Faigh amach ó na dom!" ("Get off of me!") She cried in Gaelic

The dark haired man in front of her slapped her hard across the face before pulling out a switchblade. The one holding her laughed. "SPEAK FUCKING ENGLISH!" he roared

"Téigh trasna ort féin! Cac ar oineach! ("Go fuck yourself! Scumbag!") She swore loudly in Gaelic, earning a right hook to the face.

"Whadda' ya' think "Joe"?" said the man holding her, "This little thing need a little reeducation?"

"I'm thinking you're right, "Joe"." He chuckled

Pushing her forcefully onto her knees, Caitlin swore again in Gaelic. The dark haired "Joe" kneed her in the stomach while he made short work of his belt. Releasing her hair, the man holding her grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her. "Bite down and I'll kill you sweetheart." hissed Joe, forcing her mouth open.

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"Fuckin' slow down!" bellowed Conner, as the two men bumped into them. "Fuckin' drunks."

Murphy chuckled "You're one to talk."

It had been a long day on the farm and an even longer night combing the streets for the dregs of society. Noah chuckled softly to himself as his boys turned down the alley towards the pub. Pausing to light his cigar, he noticed a faint glitter on the cobblestone road. Bending down he scooped up the keys and rolled them over in his hand once before glancing down the alley. The middle was darker than normal. Slipping the keys into his pocket, he continued to follow his boys. Murphy paused to relief himself while Conner continued on. As Conner tripped over his feet, a loud clatter from the darkest part made all of them stop.

"Cat." said Murphy, glancing at his brother. They starred at each other for a moment before they bust up laughing.

"Boys!" snapped Noah, "Hush!" Silence fell upon the alley. It took Noah less than a second to heart the soft flump of a body hitting the ground. "There's somebody in here."

As if they were a well-oiled machine, all three of them pulled out their lighters and began to search.

"Most likely a drunk." said Conner

Murphy's light went out when he spotted the red hair, "I don't think she's drunk. DA'!"

Rushing to his brother's side, Conner realized that he had tripped on her dress.

"Fuck," whispered Murphy, taking off his shirt, "she's really bad."

The girl shied away when he tried to touch her. "Feicfidh mé tú a mharú." (I'll kill you.) she whimpered. Murphy glanced at his brother before laying the shirt over her naked body. Their eyes said more than words could.

"Boys, I do believe that you need to find those two that ran out of here." he said darkly, "I'll take care of her."

They said nothing and disappeared into the night. Noah turned back to the girl, slipping his pea coat off.

"Táimid ag dul chun cabhrú leat cailín." (We're going to help you lass.)

Laying his coat over her for extra warmth, he carefully rolled her over. Though tears streaked her bruised face, she didn't fight back. Even under the bruises, Noah recognized her.

"Le do thoil saoire dom." (Please leave me.) she cried

"I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen dear. I'm going to lift you up in a minute and then I'm taking you some place safe."

Her body trembled as she tried to roll away again. Noah put a gentle yet firm hand on her, "I'll do my best not to hurt you love. I promise." She whimpered softly as he picked up her broken body. His stomach churned when he felt her ribs move. "Oh Lass," he whispered, "They'll suffer for what they did."