Brea held Patrick's hand as the SUV jumped and jerked along the bumpy dirt road. Connor's uncle, Sibeal, was trying to navigate around the potholes. Stacy was in the passenger seat slumped over, lightly snoring. The woman who Brea had been introduced to just an hour ago smacked and popped the gum in her mouth. Eunice Bloom, formerly FBI, now a deemed felon, hadn't said much for most of the trip. The big question on everyone's mind was how were they going to rescue their boys.

Romeo had been lucky. He had gotten Brea and Patrick out just as he had promised. On the way out Brea saw something that had shocked and excited her. She new the old man had hired several gun men to take out Connor and Murphy. And apparently the money he was going to pay them was sitting in a suitcase on the kitchen table. She saw it there laying half open like someone had already gone snooping in it. Without hesitation she grabbed it as they ran. After they arrived at the church where Eunice and Sibeal were waiting for them with Stacy. They had gone back to the house and packed a few bags then straight back to the church to wait for news about Connor, Murphy and Noah.

After the news came, Patrick had wept for the grandfather he never got to know. He held the rosary in both hands and prayed for his father and uncle. Brea had held off on her own grief to comfort him. When they found out the Feds were looking for Romeo, Sibeal had arranged for him to be snuck out of the country and into South America. Brea had heartily given him a share of the money from the suitcase she had snatched up. When it was all counted out, it came up to almost 2 million dollars. Now, the rest of them were headed to meet with someone to plan out how to get Connor and Murphy out. Brea had wracked her brain to come up with something but most of her energy was concentrated on Patrick.

The SUV stopped and slowly everyone got out. Sibeal was talking to Eunice and handing her what looked like a passport. Brea and Stacy hung back.

"Mommy, is dad gonna be okay?" Patrick's voice jerked Brea out of her trance. "He promised me he would see me soon…" Patrick looked down. "He can't break it."

"He won't." Stacy said determined. She started walking towards the fishing dock where she could see Eunice talking to someone they hadn't seen before. Brea picked up Patrick and followed her.

"The Hoag aint just any prison." They heard Eunice say. Brea felt her chest jump.

"Wrong." The other man said "That's exactly what it is. Just a prison. Run by men. And men, as we both know, are fallible."

"Well, whatever we do, we gotta do it quick. Those boys aren't safe in there."

"Oh, I don't know." The man replied confidently. "A little birdie tells me, they're gonna be just fine." He turned towards Brea and Stacy. "You must be Brea." He walked towards her with his hand extended. She put Patrick down and shook his hand briefly. "I don't want you to worry." He said bending down to speak to Patrick. "We're gonna get your daddy out."

"How do you plan on doing that, Mr…?" Stacy asked with her arms crossed. The man rose.

"Smecker, Paul Smecker. And you are?"

"Stacy Albert. Just how do you plan on getting them out?"

"Any ideas?" Smecker asked.

"Possibly." Stacy smiled slyly. "The guys were pretty shot up right?" Brea wanted to smack her for saying that in front of Patrick.

"Yes…"

"So they are probably still in the prison infirmary right?" Brea's head came up as she realized where Stacy was headed.

"Most likely." Smecker put his hands in his hips. "What are you getting at?"

"We are both ER nurses. Generally, when the prison has inmates in the infirmary, they call for help from the hospital. The prison has been understaffed for years because no one wants to work in the infirmary regularly. Brea and I have been there a hundred times. There is a stairwell that leads straight from the infirmary to a helipad on the roof. If you could get one or both of us in…" Smecker smiled appreciatively. "Could you arrange it?"

"Absolutely."

Brea tried to hide the smile as she was led through the back entrance to the prison. The guard with her was someone she had seen several times but couldn't remember his name. He hadn't asked questions when Brea showed up with her infirmary pass. Her medical bag was clutched tightly in her right hand. She glanced at her purple watch. By now Smecker would be circling around the prison roof. She didn't know where he had learned to fly a helicopter but at this point she didn't really care. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid and she was wearing standard blue scrubs. Her white sneakers squeaked on the newly mopped floor. Inside her head she was taking inventory on herself, making sure she could remember the plan and not screw up. It was a fight not to crack up laughing at the thought that this was all Stacy's genius at work. Probably something she saw in a movie…

Stacy had taken Patrick on ahead to Ireland to get them all set up. It had only been four days since she last saw them but right now, it felt like a year. Brea cleared her mind and concentrated on making a straight face. The double doors to the infirmary opened and to Brea's utter amazement, she saw only one guard watching over the entire room. This was going to be a lot easier that she thought. Her escort left and Brea moved towards the curtain that had been drawn around the only two occupied beds.

"Their's a nurse here to look at you." The guard said sternly. "You guys just let her do her job." Brea moved so her back was to the guard and pulled the curtain back. At first both Connor and Murphy gaped at her. When they saw her serious expression they wiped their faces clean. Brea knew the guard was far enough away that it was safe to whisper, but he could still see Connor and Murphy's faces. If this went wrong, if they gave her away… She looked at them hard and knew they understood.

"I'm gonna hafta make sure those wounds are clean." She said setting her bag on a table between the two beds. "I just need to cut away those bandages." She spoke clearly so the guard could hear. Then, dropping her voice to a whisper she said, "We're getting you out." Neither of them said a word or moved from their beds. "There is a stairwell through that door." She signaled them with her eyes. She leaned over Connor with her scalpel. "Take it from me. Put it to my throat." In a split second Connor had grabbed the scalpel and forcefully whipped Brea around so she was facing the guard. He held the scalpel to her throat and Murphy jumped out of his bed and headed towards the guard.

"Put the fuckin thing down now!" Connor yelled at the guard. It killed him to hear Brea gasp and whimper and he had to remind himself it was all an act. The guard was pointing his gun back and forth between Connor and Murphy.

"Let… Let her go." He stammered wild eyed.

"I'll fucking slit her throat! Put the gun down now!" Connor yelled. The guard held his position.

"Please…" Brea begged. "I have a son, please…" Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Connor almost let her go for a second but the guard was looking at Murphy. By the time he looked back at Conner, he had regained his composure. He grabbed Brea by her hair and pulled her head back.

"I'll fuckin do it!"

"No, no!" The guard yelled. "Just stop." He put the gun down and backed away from it. Murphy quickly grabbed it and smacked the guard on the back of the head. Once he was out, Connor let go of Brea and dropped the scalpel. Connor and Murphy quickly dragged the guard to a sink and cuffed him to the pipe on the wall. Brea led them up the stairwell and to the roof. Smecker had just landed when they reached the helipad.

"I have to get back down there before he wakes up!" Brea yelled over the roar of the helicopter. Connor hugged her tightly.

"Will ya be alright?" He yelled back. She nodded. That was when he saw the rosary around her neck. It was a silver cross on a string beaded with black pearls. "I see Stacy gave you back your da's rosary." He smiled at her.

"It was worth breaking my vow of silence to get you back." She put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him.

"Will you come on!" Smecker yelled. "We are on a schedule here!"

"I love you." Connor said into her ear.

"I love you." He kissed her quickly and ran to the helicopter. As they took off he saw her run back to the door that led inside.

Connor sat in the front porch swing with one arm around his son. It had been three weeks since their daring escape and he hadn't heard anything from Brea. Stacy had been waiting for them at the tiny airstrip when they landed in Ireland. She spent the three hour drive to their new home explaining that the plan she came up with was to have Brea tell everyone that she, Stacy, and Patrick were moving away from Boston to escape the crime. With everything Brea had already been through, no one would blame her. Connor just wanted to know what was taking her so damn long. Not that he didn't cherish every minute he spent with Patrick, but he missed Brea more every day. She had been right to question how either of them could have fallen in love after only one night together. He had wondered about it himself many times. But there was not doubt in his mind that the love was there.

The house Stacy had bought was on a huge sheep farm not too far from where the boys had previously lived. Stacy had already fixed up to main house which had three rooms for Connor, Brea, and Patrick. There was a smaller two room cottage several yards from the house that Stacy said was once where the farmhands lived. Now, Murphy and Stacy had taken it over. Stacy spent most of her free time in her new vegetable garden while Murphy and Connor took care of the several sheep, pigs, and chickens they had on their farm. Patrick, who had lived in the city all his life, loved the country. Connor was teaching him to ride a horse and they had even adopted a stray dog that Patrick had named Duke.

Connor looked down at his son. Patrick was reciting the family prayer, intent on memorizing it. Patrick's small hands were wrapped around the rosary on his neck as he concentrated. The sound of an engine made both of them look up. Connor saw a black jeep making its way up the dirt driveway to the house. He and Patrick got up and moved to the edge of the porch. When the jeep stopped Connor saw his uncle, Sibeal, climb out of the driver seat. Connor turned back towards the front door. Sibeal came around the farm pretty mush every other day so this was nothing new.

"Momma!" Patrick yelled. Connor snapped around. Patrick jumped off the porch and ran into his mother's arms. Connor almost felt dazed as he watched Brea pick Patrick up and circle around with him in her arms. If this wasn't heaven, it had to be damn close.

Brea set Patrick down as Connor came close to her. They embraced and kissed, ignoring Patrick's snickering. Connor pulled away and saw Stacy and Murphy coming towards them.

"Uncle Sibeal," Connor said still looking into Brea's eyes. "Where is the nearest church?"

"Not too far… Why?"

"Cause I'm getting married today. And Patrick is gonna be rechristened as MacManus." He kissed Brea on the tip of her nose.

"Hey," Stacy spoke up. "You know, the gentlemanly thing to do here is ask first. Like, get on your knee and everything." Connor knelt down on the muddy ground and looked up at Brea. Murphy snorted with laughter.

"Will ya marry me?"

"I dunno, I mean, shouldn't we date first? I hardly know you…" She said it seriously but couldn't hide the smirk.

"Marry me woman. We've got lots of time for getting to know each other." He stood up.

"I may have to think about this. Marriage is such a big step."

"I swear, after everything we've been through…" Connor laughed. "Why are you doin this to me?"

"Hey, I broke you outta prison." She poked him in the chest. He gabbed her hand and pulled her close.

"Come one Mom," Patrick said. "Marry him… I like him."

"See, I have support." Connor smiled. "Marry me… Please."

"Well okay, since you said please and did the knee thing… I guess I'll marry you."

"You guess?" Stacy slapped her hand across Brea's back.

"I will marry you." She finally said. Connor pulled her close again. "Just as soon as you shower."

A.N. I know I said this would be longer but I wanted to finish the story and not let it sit like some of my other fics did after I lost the idea. And again, I didn't want to write out the whole movie, Troy Duffy would probably try to hunt me down and destroy me for being evil to his script... I hope you liked it. Sorry if it was a disappointment. Thanx for the encouraging reviews, they made me wanna update faster. Please give more feedback. I'm thinking about revamping it, making it longer... Possibly a sequel... Dunno yet. Shout out to everyone who helped motivate me on this and sorry for the spelling mistakes. I realized halfway thru the last chapter I had been spelling Connor's name wrong... My bad.

Luv ya, Akayla