Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondock Saints or any of the real characters. Even if sometimes I wish I did.

"Murphy, Connor good to see you two." I smiled putting the shot glasses on the table pouring out the whisky.

Murphy raised his glass at me, his eyes dark. "Happy St. Paddy's day, Darcie." He and Connor shot back the whisky slamming the glasses back down.

The other guys at the bar began talking with dad but I noticed Murph glancing over at me.

I smiled and leaned forward on me elbows. "Something on your mind?"

A lazy smiled spread across his lips. "Aye. I was thinking that I miss seeing that lovely face of yours."

Murph and Connor were fraternal twins and nearly lived at my dad's bar. I adored them both and missed them when I wasn't working at the bar. Connor and I were friends and Murph and I were something a bit more. We weren't in love, as far as I could tell, but there was still an attraction. It was true we saw each other on occasion, even made out in the back storage room on occasion, but it's never gotten farther than that. Maybe it was slightly juvenile but I didn't care. My eyes did a quick survey of his attire. Tonight he was dressed in a large black sweater and tight jeans. Something extremely comfortable but he pulled it off in almost a classy way. He looked good no matter what he wore and when he spoke his brogue was heavy. Kissing him made my toes curl in my shoes and it was nice to lose the aggravation for a few minutes. I smiled watching him lean forward inches from me.

Murph tilted his head to the back room where we kept the extra liquor and glasses. He pushed back from his stool and walked to the door and went through.

I poured the rest of the whisky bottle into Connor's glass. "Oi, this one's finished looks like I need to get another bottle." It was an obvious thing to say but I didn't want Connor to notice Murph's disappearance and wonder if he had left.

Connor rolled his eyes at me. "Not noticeable at all there, Darcie." He groaned looking at his shot glass. "Maybe he'll have better luck with you than I did today."

I smiled and tossed the bar rag behind me. "Yeah Eddy came in earlier and told me about the jolly green feminist. Need some ice?"

He glared at me and muttered something under his breath.

I gave him a finger wave and headed toward the storage room. I closed the door behind me and turned to face the darkness. Before my eyes adjusted I felt hands at my waist and lips press against mine. I felt a spark in my stomach as the lips left mine.

Murph's voice was low with a little laugh in it. "Hi there."

I smiled tracing a finger over his lips. "You taste like whisky." I gave him a light kiss. "I like it."

He swayed his hips moving closer to me. "You know, I don't like how I miss you this much."

I felt my back press up against the door. "Oh, so you miss me now? Thinking more about me then you thought you would, I see."

Murph leaned in kissing my neck. "I miss you all the time. I think I'm gettin' attached to you." He reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of whisky. "We should probably get back out there."

I bit my lip. "Murph. We just got in here."

He gave a slight chuckled and nipped my lip. "I know love. But it's St. Paddy's Day and everyone out there is goin' to be lookin' for us." He lifted the hem of my shirt brushing his fingers across my stomach. "We don't always have all the time we want. But all I need is a few moments to be near you." He fixed my shirt and nodded to the door.

I turned and opened it walking out with him. I put the bottle on the counter and went to go around when he grabbed me around the waist laughing. "Oh no, you sit with me."

There were ten of us left in the bar drinking and laughing. I was warm all over from the whisky and Murph's hand which had been resting on my thigh for the better part of the night.

Dad bowed his head. "I've got some v-v-very bad news. I'm going to have to close down the bar. The Russians are buys up everything. They're not even letting me renew my lease. Fuck! Ass!"

My lips twitched trying not to smile. It was sad about the bar but dad's tourettes lightened the situation a bit. Everyone around me was trying to say something, mentioning family who would help out.

Dad just shook his head. "No I don't want anyone to know. You know what they say. People in glass houses s-s-sink ships."

We laughed. Dad had his own batch of proverbs no one could live up to.

Connor chuckled. "A bush saved is a penny earned."

Murph was laughing into the back of my neck waving a hand holding a cigarette on the counter. "And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen."

As if on cue the Russians entered the bar and I slid off Murph's laugh to stand by dad. I bent down feeling the shotgun beneath the bar just incase something happened. Well, the 'incase' was a lie. I took it in my hands standing up, still keeping it at waist level. Connor and Murph took a shot and looked at each other. Shit, I knew that look.

They threw their glasses down and went after Ivan. There were fists flying and I watched as Murph was thrown onto a back bench one of the larger guards went toward him. I made a move with the shotgun but Connor turned the barrel down. "Stay away he can take care of himself."

Murph reached behind his head grabbing two wine bottles from the fancy display and slammed them into wither side of the Russian's head. The man went down in an instant and I saw Murph wink at me as he stood up.

In minutes the intruders were subdued. Never match up the strength of angry drunk Irishmen to Russians who have threatened to close down their favorite bar.

Two of them had been knocked around and were tied to chairs by the door, while the third was tied to the bar. I leaned myself backward into Murph feeling his lips brush my neck. I took the cigarette from his hand taking a small drag watching as Connor poured a bottle onto the Russian's back.

Connor grabbed the cig from my hand flicking it onto the Russian's back. Flames licked at the shirt. "See smoking is dangerous."

Murph wrapped an arm around my waist watching the flames. "You ever seen them close by here, call us. I don't want them bothering you or your da'."

"Anything you say." My eyes moved down from the flames and rested on his hand on my stomach. Along the top of his hand and pointing toward his forefinger was tattooed 'Aequintas'-Justice. It fit. The brothers were family oriented. They knew sometimes the police couldn't do shit. If they promised to help us, they would.

I laced my fingers with his watching as Connor finally doused the flames.

We had thrown the Russian's out an hour ago and now I was closing up the bar having sent dad up a few minutes previously. Connor and Murph and volunteered to help me clean up and now were the last ones left. Connor watched at Murph moved slowly and threw up his hands. "Jesus, Murphy if you want to talk to her just do it. I'll be waitin' for you outside."

The door shut and I laughed as Murph ran over to me lifting me up in a spin. "Take care of yourself, right love?"

I nodded as he placed me back on my feet. "I like hearing you speak Russian, although I prefer Gaelic."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"I know Gaelic better than Russian. Plus some languages just sound better coming from your lips." I snaked my arms around his neck giving him a long kiss goodbye.

He reluctantly pulled back, sighing. "You make it harder and harder to leave every time."

"Then stay." I don't even know how it came out of my mouth. I mentally kicked myself in the head for saying it out loud let alone thinking about it.

He shook his head giving my neck one last kiss. "You know I won't." He said it strongly but his eyes gave away a thought that could have held him back. He held my face with his hands looking me in the eye. "I think I'm goin' to start visiting you more. Lovely girl like you should have a good guy around." He smiled and walked out the doors for his waiting brother.

I sighed leaning against the counter. There were a lot of things I'd do to have Murphy permanently in my life. I shook myself realizing what I was saying. Murphy wasn't the relationship type. Not that I knew of anyway. He and Connor lived together with just each other as company.

He doesn't need a girl like me to ruin things for him. I sighed. Even my subconscious was belittling. I locked the front door and made my way up the stairs to the small apartment above the bar. I took one last look at the bar and shut the lights feeling a tightening in my stomach as if something bad was brewing. Stop being paranoid and go get some sleep.

Finally, one good idea.

A/N: I don't know I was bored. This seemed like fun. Another one of my short fan fictions.