A/N: Hello lovely readers of the BDS fandom! I've been playing with this idea I've had for a while now, and I'm pretty sure that if I don't put it down into writing it's going to drive me insane. And more insanity is not needed! Basically, what you're looking at, is a revamp of the first movie. Yeah, I know it's been done, and I guarantee you that there are people out there that have done it 347985619087568756324987634 better than I could ever dream of. But, I'm stubborn, and writing this is a lot of fun. A quick note as to the structure of the writing: I'm being a little wishy-washy as to POV (it'll get better...I promise) so dashes (such as the one below)indicate a change in POV. Hopefully that's not too confusing... So, I hope you enjoy this little spin-off as much as I enjoy writing it.

ALSO! Before I forget I need to thank the best Beta Reader in the world, You May Call Me Goddess - Bitch Goddess, for fixing all the little (and big) fuck ups. I highly recommend finding a Beta Reader! They're like your own personal Genie, but with better grammar and less of a tendency to break into a musical number. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing that.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned anything, either directly or indirectly, relating to BDS I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?


Monday: March 18th 10:45 A.M.

Never before had Heidi been so glad to hear the croaking of rusting metal as she struggled with her bonds. She could feel her wrists swelling, and with each tug against the handcuffs, she cursed the Russian who had put her there.

'Fuck…you...Fuck you. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou.' The mantra had become so ingrained into all her thoughts for the past couple of hours that the constant hum of it was slowly driving her insane.

She abandoned her struggling for a moment and glanced around; hoping that maybe someone would pass by, but as fortune would have it no such luck. From what she could make out, she was in a poor neighborhood somewhere east of Fort Point Channel; but Heidi couldn't be quite sure as she was close to blind without her glasses. All the squinting she had been doing was giving her a headache, and it did little to increase her vision. She was hopeless without her specs and considering her profession, the constant need for them continuously put her at risk; case in point, this very day.

She hadn't expected the ambush on her dingy loft, so they easily took advantage of her confusion and lack of sight. Heidi always assumed that this particular weakness would bite her in the ass one day. But, much like the hooker who thought she'd never get an STD, she was kind of hoping it wouldn't.

Although it was March, it was still cold enough to wear one's winter clothes, especially with the winds, so characteristic of the East Coast blowing through the cities. Compared to what they had been in the early winter months, the gusts blowing through Boston now seemed like warm summer breezes. However, considering her lack of clothing, these gusts sent an incessant stream of goose bumps up her scrawny legs. Heidi realized that her chances of leaving Boston had now shrunk to acute odds, they could have at least let her put on a pair of pants.

As it were, Heidi Hubbard was in a bit of a crux. She had had to abandon her beloved New York City, come to Boston - a terrible fate in and of itself - and hide from Yakuza, only to be picked off by the Russian mob. So now, here she was, standing in some shit-hole alley in South Boston, wearing nothing but a "CHOOSE LIFE!" T-shirt -the irony was not lost on Heidi- underwear and socks. Heidi gave another futile tug at the handcuffs. Unfortunately for her, the fire exit they had chained her to was sturdy enough to withstand her meager attempts at escape.

'Of course, the one time something is made to last.'

She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily. The two meatheads who had accompanied her up until this point had scampered off into the building to which they had chained her. Heidi wasn't quite sure what she should make of this, but she really didn't care either, as all thoughts were drowned out by the pounding of her own chattering teeth.

The meatheads in question were two Russian lackeys riding on the coattails of their respective crime boss. Ivan and Vladdy, as she had come to learn, obviously took a lot of pride and enjoyment out of their work, if the taunts and rough handling she received were anything to go by. She vaguely remembered seeing the bigger one in New York a few years ago when the Russian mob first started spreading its roots in the city. He had been muscle then and it appeared that not much had changed, except for his choice in partner, and garish clothes. While the Russians had always been an uncomfortable bunch to deal with, these two were especially disgruntled -and since Heidi considered herself generally intelligent- she surmised it had something to do with the odd bandaging accompanying both mobsters. Ivan, bulky and bald, looked quite comical with his diaper-like bandages. Even in her situation, she couldn't help but giggle every time she saw him waddle around like a big baby. Naturally, this earned her a few extra wallops to the head. No wonder it felt like her head was about to burst open.

Judging by the clear rays of light filtering through the alley it must have been close to 11 o'clock, but who knew, Heidi had never been good at keeping track of time. It being Monday morning, the lack of people on the streets wasn't all too surprising. By now, most were at work, and those that weren't were most likely sleeping off a night of heavy drinking.

Heidi didn't have to wait much longer before she heard a door slam open. This was followed shortly by shuffling footsteps and the angry growls of her captors. Craning her neck as far as she could, she watched as the two Russians pushed a young man in front of them. From what Heidi could make out, he had dark hair and was about as well dressed as she was, however he had the advantage of a coat of sorts. Before she had any time to contemplate his mode of dress further, the hairier of her captors - at least she assumed he had hair, his head being bandaged and all - grabbed her roughly by the arm and released one of her handcuff only to spin her around and have her kneel next to the mystery man.

"Great, as if I wasn't dizzy enough…"

She scowled up at her captor -who she had dubbed "Vladdy the Fatty" in one of her childish fits- and watched as the man's fleshy hand reattached the hard metal circlet around her left wrist.

He showed little interest in what she had said and the only response he gave was to make the cuff tighter than was necessary. At least they had cuffed her with her hands in front, although this still left little to the imagination as far escaping was concerned. Every escape plan she formulated was rejected by the image of getting her brains blown out. Frustrated, Heidi turned her head slightly to the left, just enough so she could begin to make out the blurry figure kneeling next to her. She could distinguish little of his facial features, except for the dark, scraggly hair and brows and a short, curved nose. Heidi wondered what he had done to offend the Russians' delicate sensibilities. She knew from first-hand experience, that it didn't take much to piss them off.

Ivan, seemed to be in a jovial mood as he glared down at Heidi, "Look," he chuckled, "I have brought you some company so you will not be alone when you die, malenʹkaya shlyuha!"

A look of distaste crossed Heidi's face and leaning into her fellow prisoner she mumbled, "I've never understood why the Russians feel the need to insult me in their language. I don't speak Russian. I never know what they're saying…"

"Believe me, ye don't wanna know."

Heidi was a little surprised upon hearing his accent but pushed the thought to the back of her head and looked down at his hands, which she noticed were free.

"Hey! How come he's not cuffed? What happened to equality and all that shi-?"

Her indignant outcry was cut short by a fierce slap across the cheek that sent her reeling backwards into black trash bags ripe with the stench of rotting food. Groaning, Heidi rolled to her right and spit out the blood that had begun trickling into her mouth from the newly acquired split lip.


Murphy jolted at this sudden abuse and the grunt it had elicited from the girl. He was ready to tackle the guy to the ground, but his thought was cut short as he found the barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead. Ivan turned his slimy grin on him and not wasting any time said, "I hope your conscience is clear, Irishman!"

Instead of releasing a string of profanity like he had planned, he saw his brother standing 50 feet above them, tightly hugging the toilet Murphy remembered him being cuffed to, and his face almost unrecognizable with rage. It only took seconds for Murphy to understand what he was planning. Before he could react, the toilet was hurling down towards the bald man and to Murphy's horror and amazement, his brother followed suit shortly after the toilet had been deployed. What had started out as a loud, "NO!" turned into a guttural scream, cut short as he shielded his head with his arms. The lid to the back of the toilet was the first thing to touch the ground, barely missing Murphy and landing in the trash bags where only seconds before the dark-haired girl had been.


It had taken Heidi a little longer to react, or for that matter, fully understand what was happening. If it hadn't been for the man's scream she would most likely have been smashed to death, and frankly, death by tank lid didn't sound too appealing. Seconds before the lid landed, she managed to dive further to the right. She landed roughly on the cement, skimming her still-cuffed hands on the ground.

Heidi turned her head just in time to see a blurry streak of white crash on Ivan's head with a sickening crunch. Upon impact, the toilet exploded into thousands of pieces, flying in all directions. A particularly large chunk of porcelain slammed into the back of Heidi's head.

'Christ on a cracker, can't a girl catch a break!' A sea of black dots spread itself across her already shitty vision, each new fleck growing larger, and for a second she thought she might pass out. Instead, the jagged pain began to muscle itself to the front of her head peaking in the center of her forehead and she clutched at the spot where the piece had hit her. She felt a few small pieces had been deposited into her tangled hair, as she awkwardly rubbed the spot with both her hands. A shot rang out from one of the guns she knew they were carrying, and the sharp sound of metal colliding with metal soon rang through the alley. Almost instantly, another bullet was fired as a male figure came diving down to land precisely on Vladdy, who was taken completely by surprise and buckled immediately under the weight. She heard another series of pops and the distinct crunch of vertebrae collapsing under the immense pressure, and winced. Not that she felt sorry for him.

Heidi barely had time to register everything that was happening at once, and as soon as she heard the shots echo through the alley, her body instinctively curled up, her hands quick to cover her head once more. She stayed in this position until she was sure nothing else was going to fall from the sky, and in the silence that followed, all she could think of was that stupid song, "It's Raining Men."


Murphy was quicker to react and was on his feet as soon as his brother hit the ground. He heard no sound except for the blood rushing in his ears, as he moved out of his crouching position. Soon he was hovering over his twin, gently turning him over. He patted his cheek lightly and checked for vital signs, relieved to discover his shallow breathing. The chord that had rapped itself around his chest from the moment he saw his brother standing five stories above them, quickly dissolved, and he felt the warmth returning to his jittery finger tips. Worry, quickly turned into anger and disbelief, as he mentally began directing every swear word in his extensive vocabulary towards Connor. A few moments into his tirade he noticed a slight movement off to his left. The thick Russian that had been felled by his mentally unstable brother groaned and sluggishly tried to reach for the gun that had skidded only a few inches away from him. Once again, Murphy was on his feet and quickly retrieved the tank lid lying in the pile of trash. Without hesitation, he brought the lid down one, two, three times on Vladdy's head until he was sure he was no longer moving. Tossing it to the side, Murphy quickly grabbed a rotting shopping bag and hopped over the girl -who was still warily covering her head- and Connor to stand over Ivan's body, hands roaming until he reached into the man's pockets and extracted a wad of money, keys and, naturally, the gun. He also made it a point to take his heavy, gold jewelry. Tacky as it was, it looked expensive. The same procedure followed on his henchman.


Heidi sat up and watched in fascination as the scrawny guy hoisted the other man over his shoulder. He quickly looked over the scene until his frantic eyes came to rest on her.

"What the hell are ye waitin' for?" He looked ready to charge headlong into the next fight. Once again, Heidi felt the distinct need to giggle, but squelched it before the action had a chance to manifest itself.

She pushed herself to her feet and examined the damage done, "Slow your roll, man, from what I can tell they're both dead."

She quickly snatched the yellow bag from his left hand. Setting it on the ground, she rummaged through the contents until her cuffed hands found the key chain she had been looking for, and pulled it from the bag. She thrust them towards him, who reluctantly took them and stared at her questioningly.

"Would you do me the honor?" Heidi raised her cuffed hands and grinned expectantly.

It took him a moment to find the right key with his one free hand and a few more until Heidi was able to drop the cuffs into the paper bag. Once again, she snatched the key from her fellow captive, went around his back, facing the wannabe Icarus and undid first the right cuff, then the left, and carefully peeled the metal out of the deep cuts. These too were dropped into the bag; she held on to the keys. Heidi noted the bewildered expression but continued her circling. Figuring that the unconscious man wasn't in immediate need of his boots she plunked herself down and began pulling off his shoes and putting her own socked feet into them.

"You must really mean something to him. So… are you two…" she looked up knowingly as she finished tying the laces of the heavy boots. Obviously the young man standing in front of her was of some importance to their strange, slightly insane rescuer. It took a lot of devotion to jump off a building for someone. At least that's what Heidi assumed, never having felt the urge to do something of such magnitude for another human being.

She watched with some amusement as he tried to figure out what she had meant by her comment. Dark brows knitted together momentarily, and shot apart just as quickly as they had connected, the meaning of her veiled statement becoming clearer.

Heidi listened with some joy to the pleasing Irish accent, "No, we're brothers. Look, I haven' got all day. I've gotta get him to the emergency room. So, if you don' mind…" The undertones of mistrust and irritation were easily picked up on by Heidi. It was understandable that he didn't trust her. The feeling was mutual. Before she had a chance to retort, he had jogged towards the direction he had come from, snatching up the bag as he went.

'This guy's even dumber than he looks…' Heidi stood up testing her newly acquired shoes. They were at least four sizes too big, but they would do for now. She watched the retreating figure a moment longer, her exasperation mounting with each step he took. There was something about him that made her fingers twitch.

"So what exactly are you gonna do, run there?"


Murphy spun around, which was rather difficult with the extra weight on his back, and saw her hold up the key chain. He could have sworn that they had been back in the paper bag before he had snatched it up. That didn't matter however, because for the first time, he noticed the car keys.