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Chapter 9: Russians
Teagan awoke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the dirty windows rousing her from her sex coma. She rolled over and smiled at her boys. They had pulled on their house coats over their boxers, and Murphy was just tugging on his boots.
"Did we wake ya, lass?" Connor asked gently, stretching over to kiss her good morning. She shook her head and yawned.
"No, don't worry. Are ya goin' for a smoke?"
"Aye" Murphy answered, also kissing her gently. She sat up, groaning as she stretched. She stood up, as naked as the day she was born, and strolled acoss the apartment, to the small pile of clothes she now kept here. She bent over, teasingly, to pick up her trusty Bruins shirt, some panties, and her boots. She dressed quickly and returned to the boys, holding out her hands to them.
"Shall we?" she gestured towards the door, and the boys nodded. Then all of a sudden the door came crashing to the floor, and Teagan stared in horror and confusion as one of the Russians from last night, with a bandage around his head she notes with a smirk, and Ivan stumbled in, guns in their hands. Murphy and Connor both jumped up, shoving Teagan behind them protectively.
"Freeze you fuckin' Irish faggots!" screamed Ivan, stomping over to them and smacking Connor over the head with the butt of his gun. He dropped to the floor, blood pouring from his wound, and the other Russian grabbed Murphy, forcing him to the floor. Teagan leapt forward to help Murphy, but the burly Russian that was holding him smacked her across the face, sending her face first into the floor. She heard the twins yell her name, and she groaned, her head spinning as Ivan forced Connor to hand cuff himself around the toilet. Connor did as he was told, and Muprhy stuggled against his captor, both of them glancing at Teagan on the floor.
"You know vhy I fucking come here?" Ivan hissed to Connor, his gun pressed against his temple. "I come here to kill you, but now, I no think I fucking kill you, I kill your brother…and your little girlfriend too…shoot them in the head!"
"FUCK YOU!" Connor screamed as he struggled against the toilet, the cuffs digging into his flesh and making him bleed. Ivan stomped over to Teagan, roughly pulling her up from the ground, as the other guy yanked Murphy up. "MURPH! TEAGAN!"
"Connor!" yelled Murphy "Let her fuckin' go!" Ivan dragged Teagan in front of him, she struggled weakly, grunting with the effort. "It was just a fuckin' bar fight, ye guys are pussies!"
Connor screamed for his twin and his girlfriend, his voice raw with anger. Murphy glanced back at his brother as he and Teagan were led away, and out of the apartment. Teagan grew more and more aware of what was happening as Ivan dragged her down the stairs.
"Let me go!" she yelled, but the Russian simply laughed in her face.
"Not so tough now are you pretty girl?" he growled and she spat in his face. He roared in disgust, practically throwing her through the door to the alleyway outside. "Take her" he ordered, to the other Russian, who nodded, grabbing her by the throat as Ivan dragged Murphy by his housecoat, forcing him to kneel next to the dumpster. "You fucking watch!" Ivan hissed to Teagan, who could do nothing more than whimper and struggle against the hold around her neck.
"Murph" she choked out, and he looked at her, saying nothing. The other Russian brought his gun to Teagan's temple as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I hope your conscience is clear, Irishman" Ivan roared with laughter, raising his gun. Teagan braced herself for the shot, but it never came. Instead…
"OH FUCK!" Murphy roared, and Teagan opened her eyes, following his eyeline.
"CONNOR!" she screamed as the toilet came crashing down onto Ivan, knocking him down, and the gun fired into the dumpster and then, all she saw was Connor hurtling towards her. The Russian holding her was distracted by Ivan being knocked down, so she elbowed him in the gut and dived out of the way, into Murphy's arms, just before Connor smacked into the Russian's back, also knocking him down, and Teagan yelled at the gun shot that fired into the wall. Once both Russians were down, Teagan and Murphy scrambled over to Connor's limp body. "Oh my god, oh my god, is he-?"
"No, he's still breathin'" sighed Murphy in relief, as he turned his brother over to inspect him. Their heads turned as Teagan's captor groaned, his hand inching towards his gun. Teagan cradles Connor's head in her hands as Murphy leapt over them, a thick chunk of porcelain from the broken toilet in his hands, and proceeded to beat the Russian's head in with it. Once he was down, Murphy pulled Connor up onto his shoulders. "Tee, bag the guns, the money, quick!" he hissed and she nodded, darting around gathering everything she could find and throwing it into a green paper bag. Teagan and Murphy ran down the alleyway, desperate to the get to the hospital.
OOOOOOOOOO
Doc burst through the doors of the emergency room, sighing with relief as he spotted Murphy, Connor and Teagan, entertaining a sickly looking child. As soon as she saw her father, she hopped off the guerny and ran to him, embracing him tightly.
"Tank the Lord" Doc mumbled, hugging his daughter back equally as hard. "A-a-are ya alrigh' love?" he held her at arms length and looked her over, his eyes lingering on the slight black eye and cut on her cheek.
"I'm fine da" she assured him
"Tanks for comin' Doc" Murphy insisted, hopping off the guerny as Connor bent down to grab the green bag.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened? Are ya b-b-boys alright?" Doc questioned the twins quietly as to not draw attention to them.
"We're alive" Connor nodded his head.
"An FBI agent came b-by the b-bar, and he left me his c-c-ca…he left me his c-c-…oh he fuckin' gave me this" Doc sighed, reaching into his pocket and handing the FBI agent's card to Connor. "FUCK! ASS!"
A group of nuns nearby gasped at Doc's outburst, and Teagan had to hold in a giggle. "What are ya gonna do?" Doc looked at the twins, before looking at his daughter.
"We're gonna turn ourselves in, tell 'em it was self defence" shrugged Teagan, and all three men stared at her. "What?"
"We will turn ourselves in love, not ye" Murphy told her firmly. She shook her head.
"No way. I was involved too. I'm not leavin you two" she said, folding her arms. She looked at her father. "Da…I'm not leavin' em, dis wasn't their fault"
"I know love, I know…dat's what de FBI agent said ta do"
"How de fuck does he know dat? We haven't spoken ta anyone?" asked Murphy, looking at his brother
"D-d-d-don' know he didn't say" Doc shrugged.
"Alrigh'…listen, Doc, we need ya to do us favour" Murphy said, looking at the old man.
"A-a-a-anything" He assured them. Connor passed him the green bag.
"Hold onta dis for us, we'll come back fer it when we get out" the fairer twin said, and Doc nodded.
"Right. Now you boys do me a favour?"
"Aye" they chorused
"Look after me little girl, alrigh'?"
"Da" Teagan smiled a little, rolling her eyes
"Goes without sayin' Doc" said Connor, glancing at Teagan. Doc nodded once more, placing a kiss on his girl's cheek, before leaving them.
"FUCK! ASS!" he yelled, heading towards the door, causing the nuns to gasp in disgust once more. Connor bent down to speak to the child again.
"None a that cursin' was directed at you" he winked "He's a bit…" he gestured to his temple, making the child smile and laugh.
"Are ya sure yer alrigh', babe?" Murphy asked Teagan quietly. She shivered a little, still only dressed in her oversized tshirt and boots, with a thin hospital housecoat over the top.
"I'm fine" she whispered "I'm just glad yer okay, and Conn"
"Ye don't need ta worry about us, love" Connor came over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "We're MacManus', tough as fuckin' shite, we are"
OOOOOOOOO
"These guys and their tidy little piece are miles away by now, but if you wanna beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for; they're scared, like three little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, okay? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, thanks for comin' out!" Detective Greenly said smugly to the police department, and Agent Smecker looked behind him in disbelief, as the twins and Teagan stumbled into the office.
"Ye'd probably have better luck with a beer" chuckled Murphy
"Aye ye would" agreed Connor
"Or a shot o' whiskey" shrugged Teagan "We're not fussy"
The entire room turned and stared at them.
"Hey, Greenly, onion bagel, cream cheese" Agent Smecker winked at the detective, who groaned, with his hand in his hands. Smecker jerked his head to the threesome, who followed him into an interrogation room. They sat down in the hard plastic chairs, none of them saying a word, whilst Smecker left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a box of donuts and three cups of coffee, which the boys and Teagan accepted gladly. Once they'd eaten and drank, Smecker sat in front of them.
"This conversation is going to be recorded" he said in a gentle voice, "Just answer to the best of your knowledge"
Murphy held out his hand to stop him quickly
"Excuse me sir, please" he asked, and Smecker looked at him, but didn't press record. Smecker glanced at Teagan, who sat low in her chair, chewing on a donut as the boys whispered in a foreign language. He flashed her a small smile, which she returned. "Okay, we're ready"
"You boys..and girl…are not under oath here. Just answer the questions" Smecker said kindly, and all three of them nodded. "Now I'm assuming," Smecker held out a tin of cigarettes, and they each took one, "You knew these guys from before?"
"We met them last night" said Teagan quietly
"Right…they had some pretty interesting bandages…know anything about that?"
The boys looked at each other, and then back at Smecker. He cleared his throat and moved on to the next question.
"So, how is it that you boys are fluent in Russian?" Smecker looked at Teagan "Are you, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, chewing on her lip.
"We paid attention in school" answered Connor
"Do you speak any other langugaes?" asked Smecker, fascinated by them
"Aye, our mother insisted on it" Murphy smirked "French" then he proceeded to say something in perfect French. Teagan listened, they had taught her some of what they knew, and she could speak French anyway. She recognized it as "how do you think he figured all this out without talking to us?"
"That's beautiful" Smecker smiled, then Connor spoke in another language, "I have no idea, maybe someone saw and talked" . "What's that?"
"Italian" Connor chuckled. "Come on, Tee, show de nice man what you can do"
"Not in our neighbourhood. A hundred percent Irish. No one talks to cops. Period" she said in German, giving Smecker a smile. Smecker laughed, returning with a small German phrase.
"Then I guess he's just real, real good" Connor said in Spanish, and they all chuckled, Smecker was unable to tear his eyes from the three of them.
"What are you guys doing working in a friggin' meat packin' plant? And honey, with a face like yours, you're cut out for more than bar work, surely?" Smecker questioned
"You'd be surprised" Teagan shrugged. Before the boys could answer, the door opened and a nervous looking cop stepped in, informing Smecker that the press were desperate for the twins and Teagan.
"You're not being charged so it's up to you, you wanna talk to them?" Smecker asked and all three of them scoffed.
"Absolutely not" said Connor
"And no pictures either" Murphy tapped the ash of the end of his cigarette into his cup. Teagan took one last drag on her cigarette before dumping it in her empty coffee cup.
"Is there any way that we could stay here?" she asked the cop, giving him a sweet smile. He flushed a little, stumbling over his words.
"Uh, yeah, we have an extra holdin' cell you guys could.." he trailed off as Smecker looked at him with mild amusment "Can they stay?"
"Well, we'll have to check with your mom" Smecker teased, and the twins and Teagan smirked "But it's okay with me if your friends sleep over"
The twins and Teagan chuckled at the embarrassed look on the young cops face. Smecker stood up, taking his jacket from the back of his chair. "Well, time to feed the dogs"
The young cop led the threesome to the extra holding cell whilst Smecker spoke to the press. Teagan sat down on one of the beds and the cops eyes travelled over her bare legs.
"Uh miss, would you like a uh…something to uh…cover up?" he stammered, and she wrapped the hospital housecoat around her a little tighter.
"No, I'm okay, tank you, Officer" she said, smiling at him again. He nodded quickly and backed out of the cell, tripping over his own feet as he left, giving her a feeble wave. Connor and Murphy stared at her. "What?" she raised an eyebrow, smirking "Are you boys jealous?!"
"No" they said, a little too quickly to be convincing, and Murphy peeled off his housecoat, throwing it over Teagan's legs.
"Ye look cold" was his answer and she laughed, rolling her eyes. She relaxed back on the bed as the boys played a game of cards, and she closed her eyes, but they snapped open when Murphy and Connor yelled out in surprise. She sat up and turned around, smiling when she saw Rocco. She leapt onto him, hugging him tightly.
"I never thought I'd be so happy to see ya, Roc" she kissed his cheek and he flushed a little.
"Gee, thanks, princess" he held out some clothes for her and she kissed him again. He then produced the boys' rosaries from around his neck. "I uh, found this one too, you guys keep a spare hanging around?"
He thrust the spare rosary into Murph's hands and he ran his thumb over it lovingly.
"No Roc, you wop, but ye've gone and ruined the surprise now!" he hissed and Connor smacked him upsde the head.
"Nice one" he muttered
"What surprise?" asked Teagan curiously, frowning a little. The boys turned to her.
"Well, we made ye this" Murph held out the rosary to her and she took it, her breath catching in her throat.
"We were supposed ta have it ready fer Valentines but…took a bit longer dan we though it would" explained Connor. She ran her thumb over the beads, tears forming in her eyes.
"Ye know, it's kinda a family ting…ye only give it ta someone ya care about…or consider family" said Murphy gently.
"Murph…Conn…" she whispered "its beautiful…thank you" she lifted her head up and kissed them both softly as they put it on her. Rocco coughed.
"Sweet moment, guys, but I gotta get going, you sure you've got everythin'?"
"We're fine, Roc, thanks" Connor hugged him tightly and he left the cell. Teagan quickly changed into the jeans and white tshirt Rocco had managed to find for her, throwing her black jacket down on the bed to use as a pillow. She didn't like sleeping in a separate bed from her boys, but for now it would have to do. She laid down, closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take her, and within minutes she was in a deep, peaceful sleep. The twins watched her for a few minutes, thanking the Lord that she was still alive and unharmed, before placing gentle kisses to her forehead, and settling down to sleep themselves.