Thirteen: It's a Federal Matter

Once again Eve awoke to the sight of police officers. It had been a few days, her face had healed and the stitches were ready to come out. "Miss O'Reilly, your doctor says that you can be discharged after your stitches are out, and then we'll be taking you down to the station." A man was yelling angrily farther down the hall, making quite a bit of noise. The officer was briefly distracted, but started again. "We'll ask you a few questions, and depending on your answers we can set up a plea bargain, or you can go to a women's prison upstate." The yelling was approaching quickly.

"Stupid Boston police department, get this shit the fuck away from me! Oh, go cry to your momma, sissy boy." There was a figure outside of the door, obviously regaining composure before entering. A tall, dirty blonde man appeared; he had strong facial features, and the rage he felt was worn on his sleeve. This man was obviously not pleased, but what he wanted with Eve was the question.

"Eve O'Reilly?" Confused, she nodded slowly, as the man offered his hand to her. She shook it, and he turned to the officers. "The Saints are involved and once again you morons don't think it's a good idea to call me? The Saints of South Boston are a federal matter, and are you boys federal agents?" They shook their heads slowly. "Then why are you playing dress-up? And Greenly, where's my coffee?" He said while turning to the door. A dark haired man groaned and exited before even getting a chance to enter. "Get the fuck outta here." He sneered at the officers as they slowly exited the room. "Miss O'Reilly, I'm Agent Smecker."

"A fed. Because that's just who I wanted to see." Eve scoffed at the idea. The agent in front of her made an offended face. "Now, I'm already going to jail, how 'bout we make it a federal prison? That's what you're here for, aye?"

"Look, would you cut the 'I'm a tough bitch' crap? Listen, I'm here to help you, much li-" Eve cut him off before he could go any further.

"And how the hell do you intend to help me?" She was offended and perplexed at the idea, bewildered that this agent thought that he could get her to give a plea bargain. "Now, if you want me to sell my friends out, than you're dead wrong, mate, so why don't you just step the hell off."

"Eve, I think you're being a bit hard on Agent Smecker." The accent poured through his lips. "He truely is just here to help us. Connor called him the moment the ambulance took us away and all he's here to do is make sure we get away without any complications." Murphy wheeled a chair through the doorway and positioned himself in front of Eve's bed. "Forgive my friend for her hostility, mate."

"Oh, no Murphy. Don't apologize, she didn't know." For a second, Eve thought she detected a hint of flirtation but she quickly brushed it off, though the look of complete confusion stayed plastered on her face. "Anyway, we have to think of a plan. I have detectives Greenly, Dolly, and Duffy with me. To get you out of here, we're gonna need you guys to put up a fight. Make it believable that you got away, and we'll take you where you need to go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Eve needed to roll back the conversation. "How the fuck did you get a federal agent on your side?" She whispered hurriedly. Murphy merely smiled and shrugged slightly. Greenly reappeared with a styrofoam coffee cup and two detectives.

"Eve, these are detectives Greenly." The dark haired man with the coffee waved grimly. "Duffy," A slightly smaller man, dressed in a suit nodded. "and Dolly." A round man with a bagel and a cup of coffee looked up and nodded. "Now, since we've gone and got ourselves caught, these gentleman are here to arrest us. Prepare for cuffs." Nurses came in and removed the IV from Eve's arm, and gave her some discharge papers to sign.

"The Saints are real heroes... Thank you for all that you've done for Boston." A petitie blonde nurse looked from Eve to Murphy grimly, nodded, and left the room once the papers were signed.

"Murphy MacManus, Eve O'Reilly, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Blah, blah, blah, you know the drill." Eve was allowed to dress, and the cuffs were slapped on. They were led down the hallway and in to the elevator, struggling against the cuffs and the detectives that held them. Outside, photographers snapped pictures as two of the three Saints were taken in to custody. Reporters talked in to the cameras, microphones pressed to their lips preparing their stories for the evening news.

They ducked their heads and sat in the back of a police car, looking around at the chaos that their arrest had caused. Smecker sat in the drivers seat and pulled away. "Where are you kids headed?" He mused.

"Roxbury Street, old man." Murphy flashed a bright smile and elbowed Eve playfully. "How about we get these cuffs off so I can wave to Greenly?" Smecker forced the keys through the wire cage holes that were there to protect him as Murphy took them in his teeth. Eve turned towards him and held out her hands, to catch the tiny key as it fell. She fumbled with it for a few minutes, but one cuff opened and she could move her arms again. She quickly undid the other cuff and unlocked Murphys. "Oi, thank you. Appreciate the help as usual. The cruiser pulled in to the parking lot and Smecker stepped out to open the door.

Murphy emerged from the car, stretching and yawning while Eve stepped out herself. Smecker placed his hand on Murphy's shoulder. "You know where I'll be if you need me, but you can't keep getting caught. It gets harder to make it look like you got away every time." He flashed a bright smile. "Now, look. Boston PD is gonna be keeping a very close eye on you, so make sure you keep whatever it is your doin' under wraps cuz I got about a half a dozen guys that would love to send you boys and girl to prison for a very long time." Murphy nodded grimly. "Alright, you call me." Smecker stepped back in to the drivers seat and closed the door, driving away.

They looked to each other and sighed, walking in the lobby doors. "Hey, Murph..." Murphy stopped and turned towards her. "I'm glad you're okay..." He nodded and opened his arms to her, allowing her to collapse in them. He stood there with her, smelling her hair, grateful to see the light of another day. She pulled away after a moment or two, to look up at him. "Heal up quick, because we've still got work to do.