Chapter 2! Yay! Remember to Read and Review for me! Seriously, if you like it, if you don't like it, if you have any advice… I would love to hear from you guys!

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Everything was a pretty fast blur for Nidra after that. She didn't really even see where they'd gone or how they'd gotten there, but she was pulled back to reality when she noticed blue eyes staring directly into hers, and felt a slight shaking of her shoulders. She looked up at Murphy, some six inches taller than she was, brow furrowed.

"Huh?"

"Jesus, ya haven't heard a fuckin' word, have ya?" He pulled his hands back off of her shoulders, eyeing her. "Are ya okay? Ya look a bit feverish, maybe we should get ya sometin ta eat."

Nidra exhaled before she took a deep breath - she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath – and wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. "I'd really like a shower, is there somewhere I can do that?"

Murphy nodded, glancing over his shoulder at Connor who was seated at a bar. "Oi, I'm gonna take 'er up ta tha washroom." Connor waved it off and muttered something before taking a shot, and Murphy turned Nidra around before leading her down the hall and through a door that read "PRIVATE." Right inside the door was a staircase, and Nidra found herself being ushered up it, blindly walking through the hall at the top of the stairs before she felt the touch of a rough, calloused hand on her own.

She stopped, turning to look at Murphy as he tilted his head towards the door to his left. "Tha's tha washroom. You can shower in there. Down the hall is another staircase onto the third floor, like an attic or somethin'. Doc used it fer storage before Connor and I showed back up."

Nidra stepped over to the bathroom, opening the door and turning back to the man still holding her hand. "You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes lying around, would you?"

Murphy gave her a gentle smile before releasing her hand. "I'll see wha' I can do."

She nodded and stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door as he turned and headed down the hall.


Nidra climbed out of the shower some time later – she wasn't sure how long she'd been standing under the hot, relaxing water – drying herself off and attempting to towel dry her hair before she wrapped the now damp towel around her body. She pulled the bathroom door open, peering out into the hall. She could hear voices coming from the bar down the stairs, but she couldn't tell who they belonged to.

"What're ya doin' in just a towel?"

Nidra jumped, almost closing the door on her own neck as she looked over at Connor.

"God, do you have to do that?!"

"Wha'?" He shrugged, grinning, "I was jus' walkin' down tha hall, yer the one who didn' notice me."

Nidra sighed, nodding. "Yeah, well, can you get Murphy, please?"

"Wha'do ya need 'im fer? Yer a grown lass, I'm sure there ain't a ting my brother could help ya wit in there."

Heat flushed the female's face as she closed the door a little bit more, dropping her gaze in embarrassment. "He said he was going to look into some clothes for me."

"Oh, ya need some clothes?" Connor chuckled, shrugging. "I dunno, I tink dat towel der does ya wonders." He moved past her and down the stairs laughing, disappearing through the door at the bottom.

"Fucking ass." Nidra pulled the door open and turned left into the hall, starting towards where Murphy had said the other staircase was.

"Oi, where're ya headed in notin' but a towel?"

Nidra turned at the sound of Murphy's voice, face flushing red as she crossed her arms over her chest to make sure she stayed covered. "Connor was being sort of a jerk so I was going to go see if you were upstairs."

Murphy rolled her eyes, walking towards her. "Connor's always a bit o' an arse, come on, I'll show ya ta tha upstairs."

Nidra followed him down the hall and up another flight of stairs, entering the door to find a pool table, three old-school pinball machines against the first wall, a small sink in the far corner of the room, a small wooden table and four chairs pushed up against the second wall with an old wooden dresser in the corner, a run-down couch against the third wall, and three cots set up against the last wall, which also happened to have the door to the room on it.

"Wow…" The brunette forced herself not to laugh. "It's, um…" She didn't really know how to describe it. "Not what I was expecting."

"Oh?" Murphy moved past her into the room, going to the dresser and opening the second drawer. "What were ya expectin', lass?" He stood up, holding a black button-down and a pair of blue-striped boxers.

Nidra let out her laugh, shrugging. "I really don't know. Some big, fancy abandoned warehouse with lots of space and whatnot? Maybe a hidden wall with a bunch of guns and stuff, or some turn-around-fireplace with a hidden passage into a bunker."

He walked over to her, holding out the clothes and shaking his head. "We're Irish, we prefer the low-key, small room above a Pub. In case we get tirsty, ya know?" Murphy patted her on the shoulder before walking out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.


Once Nidra was dressed in Murphy's clothes and he'd helped her get her nightgown and underwear into the washing machine in the basement of the building, the two made their way to the bar where Connor sat, already half a bottle of tequila put away by himself alone.

"Murphy, mah boy! I was s-s-s-s-s-startin' ta tink tha lass did ya in up there!"

Nidra took a seat at the bar stool next to Murphy, between him and Connor as Murphy smiled.

"Tis here's Doc, owner o' da Pub and room that we're stayin' in. Doc, this is-"

Nidra raised a brow as Murphy suddenly stopped, looking at her and eyeing her curiously. Only then did she realize that she hadn't even told them her name.

"Holy shite," Connor started laughing. "Here we are, riskin' our necks for a floozy who's name we don' even know!"

"Hey!" Nidra turned to the other brother. "I am not a floozy!" She turned to the older man behind the bar. "And my name is Nidra Kelenna." She smiled at Doc, who returned it genuinely.

"Well it's very lovely t-t-t-t-ta meet ya – FUCK! ASS!"

The boys started laughing as Nidra jumped, clearly shocked by Doc's outburst.

"Ah, Fuck-ass is on it again, huh? Looks like I arrived just in time!"

The four at the bar all turned, and the Saints jumped up, shouting as they both practically leaped onto the Hispanic man who walked into the bar.

"If it ain' our favorite, nasty lit'le Spic!" Connor wrapped an arm around the man's neck, pulling him into a choke-hold as Murphy formed a gun with his fingers and aimed it at the back of the man's head.

"He's lucky we were expectin' 'im, otherwise we might o' shot his arse like last time!"

Doc placed a new bottle of tequila on the bar as the three men wrestled their way back to the seats. Only after the Saints had released their captive and all three of them had taken seats did the Hispanic man notice Nidra. He leaned over onto the bar, doing a double-take as he looked her up and down, nonchalantly taking a swig from the bottle Doc had placed in front of him.

"Since when did you boys start getting' lucky? I mean, she's way too fine a piece a ass for either of you Micks. Where'd ya pick her up?"

Murphy turned in his stool and narrowed his eyes at the man. "Don' be talkin' like tha in front o' tha lady. She's had a rough couple days and we're here ta help her out."

"No…" Connor interjected, taking another shot straight from his bottle of tequila. "We're here ta give her a place ta stay fer the night before we drop her at the police station in tha mornin'."

"Oh, fuck you, ya gobshite!" Murphy turned to his brother, shaking his head.

"A gobshite, am I?" Connor laughed, slamming the bottle down onto the bar. "We'll see who's the gobshite when the sheila runs out on ya."

Nidra could tell it was getting way too tense in there, so she grabbed the bottle of tequila, put the spout to her lips, and threw her head back. She closed her eyes tightly as the room-temperature liquid flowed down her throat, burning the walls of her esophagus as she swallowed again and again. Finally, after a good six or seven shots worth, she leaned forward, setting the bottle down and wiping her mouth with the back of her shirt's sleeve. Her green eyes wandered between the four men staring at her incredulously, and she raised a brow.

"Wha' da hell was tha?" Murphy asked, picking up the tequila bottle and eyeing the liquid inside. She'd made quite the dent in the bottle, if ya know what I mean.

Nidra placed her hands flat out on the bar as she started. "I was kidnapped, hit in the face a couple of times, tied to a chair for six days, treated like a piece of meat in a tiny ass apartment full of stinky Italian mobsters who don't know what a shower is, literally dragged over the edge of a fire escape-" she threw a look at Murphy. "-into a dumpster, found out my best friend was missing, and now stuck in a bar between two brothers who bicker like five year old children over a toy car. I need a drink. Or several, if I'm going to begin to attempt to understand what the fuck you two are going on about in your silly accents."

The room was silent for a few moments, the brothers looking at each other, then at Nidra, then back at each other. Finally, the Hispanic broke the silence.

"I fucking love this bitch. Screw it, I'll take care of her, you guys can go about arguing in your silly accents." He slapped the bar as he laughed, Doc joining in and Nidra smiling triumphantly. "Doc, another bottle of tequila for the lady! I ain't never seen no woman drink like that before."

Nidra scoffed. "You think that's impressive, you should see me with a bottle of whiskey." She smiled as the boys looked between each other, and Doc pulled up a brand new bottle of Jameson.

"Ya tink ya can out d-d-d-d-drink a couple o' Irish boys?"

The brunette shrugged, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. "You think they can out drink little old me?"

"Oh." Connor grabbed the Jameson, quickly opening it as Doc lined up five shot glasses. "Consider yerself challenged, lassie. We're gonna show ya how real men drink."

"Ha," Nidra laughed as she took her shot glass, "I'm gonna show you how real men drink." The five of them clinked their glasses together, tapped them on the bar, and threw them back…


Two liters of Jameson and three liters of Tequila later, Nidra was rolling over onto her side, limply laying her left arm across someone else's stomach, as she nuzzled her head into the warmth of their chest. There was a loud snort, and green eyes shot open. Nidra sat up, untangling herself from the male beside her as she looked around the dark room.

"Holy shit." She ran her hands through her hair, finally realizing that she'd been laying on the pool table, her body entwined with Murphy's. Luckily, they were both fully dressed – or as fully dressed as she was going to get still wearing his boxers and shirt – and he seemed to not even realize that she was there.

"Mornin' lass!" Connor's voice boomed from the other side of the room where the cots were, and Nidra cursed under breath as both Murphy and Romeo sat up quickly, looking around.

"Jesus, Connor, I told you not to do that!" Nidra groaned as she swung her legs over the side of the pool table, rubbing her eyes with her hands before the light to the room suddenly flicked on. "Ah, come on!"

Connor laughed again as he stretched his arms behind his head, standing shirtless in front of her. Nidra rolled her eyes at him. "So, ya tought ye could keep up with us Irish… Tsk tsk, lassie."

"Pfft," she chorted. "I can keep up, and I did just fine, thank you very much."

"Then why're ya so hungover?" He nodded in her direction as Murphy hopped off of the pool table.

"I'm not that hungover, just haven't drank like that in a while, so I'm a little shaky is all. Besides, I still remember what I did last night." She threw him a glare as he raised a brow.

"Do ya? Do ya really?"

The tone of his voice made Nidra pause as she looked between the three men in the room with her. She eyed them suspiciously, noticing Murphy wasn't really looking at her, and he seemed to be hiding a blush.

"Um… Yeah." She tried to keep her cool.

"So," Romeo started as he stood, placing his hands on his hips. "How'd you wind up on the table with Murph, eh?"

Nidra opened her mouth to respond, but she had to pause as she went over the previous night's events. "I think…" She started. "The more important question is how're you two standing there trying to act like you aren't jealous?"

"She doesn' remember!" Connor clapped as though he'd just won a high-stakes bet. "Lemme remind ya, ya shelia you. We all came up here ta play some pool, then Murph, Romeo and meself started to wrestle, and eventually when it came time to sleep, you-"

"I don't care!" Nidra jumped off the table, pausing as she wavered. "It's cool, because nothing happened, and that's all that really matters." She walked past Connor, slapping him playfully on the cheek. "I promise next time I can cuddle with you." She cooed at him in a child-like voice before heading out of the room and down to the bathroom.

An hour later she was back in their room with the boys, listening to their game plan for the day. When it came down to it, Romeo, Murphy, and Connor were going to go out and see what they could find out about Sophie's disappearance, while Nidra would be staying put at the Pub with Doc.

"I just don't get why I can't go with and help you guys." She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the three men load up their weapons and get dressed to go.

"Because," Murphy started, "we can't 'ave ya taggin' along only ta get yerself kidnapped again."

"Yeah, and ya don' even know how ta use a gun." Connor interjected, earning a nod from Romeo.

"You don't know that." Nidra scrunched her nose at him. "You never even asked if I knew how to use one."

"Well," Romeo paused, "do you know how to use a gun?"

Nidra rolled her eyes. "Not really, but it can't be that hard!" She raised her voice to shout over Connor's laughing.

"Maybe next time, lass! Fer now, yer gonna stay wit Doc, so we know yer safe." That said, he picked up his bag and left the room, followed closely by Romeo.

Nidra growled in frustration as she leaned back against the pool table, digging her nails into the wood of the edges. She glanced up at Murphy as he stopped in front of her.

"Ya know," he started, reaching over and brushing some stray hair behind her ears, "the real reason we can't take ya wit' us…" Nidra looked up, locking her gaze with his. "Is because you're just too damn beautiful. Connor tinks yer a distraction."

Breath caught in her throat, Nidra raised a brow slightly, her pulse racing as she felt Murphy closing the distance between them.

"W-what do you think?" She caught the smile on his lips and suddenly she felt like butter in his hands.

"I tink he's right. I mean, especially since ye don' 'ave any real clothes."

Nidra looked down at her over-sized button-down and borrowed boxers. She swatted Murphy's hands away from her face as she rolled her eyed.

"Fuck you, it's not my fault."

"I never said it was." He picked his bag up off of the floor, looking down at her. "I'll talk to Doc abou' getting' ya some clothes. Just promise to stay 'ere fer today?"

Nidra set her jaw, wanting to say no, but as soon as she looked up at him, she found herself nodding. "Fine."

"Tank ya." Murphy leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, stunning her before he walked out of the room and disappeared down the stairs.

Nidra stared after him for a couple of minutes, until she finally found the strength in her weak knees to walk down to the pub.

Doc was waiting there behind the bar, smiling at her. "Murphy said ya need s-s-s-s-some new clothes. If ya write down yer sizes, I can have my – FUCK! ASS! – niece pick up some tings fer ya."

The brunette smiled kindly at the man, glancing over at the exit of the pub as she walked over and took a seat at the bar.

"Oh, now don' you g-g-g-g-go worryin' bout those boys." Doc started, reaching across the bar and patting her hand. "T-t-t-t-they always come back. 'Cept the one time, where they ended up in prison for six months."

Nidra's eyes widened, and Doc simply chuckled. "'Spose I could tell ya t-t-t-t-the story."


Okay! There's Chapter 2! I know it's not too long, but I'm still in bed sick, so please forgive any misspellings, grammatical errors, etc. And, once again, please don't hate me for writing out the way that the accents would sound. Or, if you have any corrections for me, PLEASE feel free to message and/or review and let me know! I would really appreciate it! ^.^