She woke to the sound of a loud bang. Familiar. Her heart was in her throat as she looked at her apartment door. She hadn't even thought to close her bedroom door last night.

She heard shouting. Next door.

But then, it was her door getting kicked in. She screamed, seized and dragged into the boy's room, by her ankle and then her hair as she was pulled from her covers. Conner was handcuffed to the toilet, Ivan, from last night, was bent over him, gun to his head. She was thrown into Murphy's arms, which she fought, trying to get to Conner, but Murphy held her close. She was half naked and there guns pointed at her and Conner was screaming, fighting the hand cuffs, and then they were getting pulled apart and she couldn't fight hard enough.

"Let go of me! Conner! Get off me! Let go!" She cried, kicking and slapping, a gun cuffed her in the back of the head.

She stumbled back to Murphy, who held her close, protective. "Just a fuckin' bar fight. You guys are a bunch of pussies!" He said, pulling her into his chest. He shared a look with Conner before they passed out of the doorway. They were taken down the fire escape that connected to their apartment and down to the alley, by the dumpster. She was ripped form his arms. "It's gonna be fine, Jenna. It'll be fine!" He called, unable to get to her when a gun was pressed to his temple.

"Murphy!" She screamed, a vice around her arm threw her against a wall. A gun was placed to her head. "Oh God! Murphy!"

She was slapped so hard, she fell to the ground, into one of the trash bags, with a cry. "Jenna!"

She looked up at the man with a gun in her face. It was the guy Murphy had fought, bandages around his head. As she looked up at him, her eyes caught movement on the fire escape. A... A toilet? The lid fell off, as Conner joined it, carrying it over some rain barrels and crates. She screamed as he dropped it and jumped.

The toilet landed on Murphy's guy, Ivan. And he landed on the one holding a gun on her. Two shots went off. She screamed, lunging for him. "Conner? Conner!" She shook him, turning him over. He groaned.

Murphy ran around. Yelling at her. "Jenna! Are you hit? Jenna?! Is he alive?" He raided the pockets of one guy, tossing them into a gift bag from the trash. The other guy started to come around and he took the toilet lid, mostly unbroken, as it had landed in the trash bags, and beat him around the head with it while she shielded Conner. And then looted him as well. He shoved the bag into her hands and shouldered Conner. "Come on!" He tugged her down the street.

"Murphy they…"

"They're dead, come on!" They ran to the hospital, them in their bathrobes and her in Conner's shirt. "Are you hurt?"

"Just... Just my head." She admitted, a little dizzy. She didn't know how they made it to the hospital, but they were seen by the time Conner came around.

"Murphy was amazing." She babbled. "He just... it was so fast. I didn't know what to do. But... He was amazing." She said again. Making both boys chuckle. "Ow!" She winced as the doctor prodded the cut on her scalp.

"No stitches." He decided. "But should you feel any dizziness or nausea within the next 24 hours, I strongly recommend you come back." He said before examining the growing bruise on her face. Conner and Murphy had been seen to first, she'd insisted on it. Even though Murphy'd only been slapped around a little. She'd held tightly to his arm as they examined Conner and now her. She was shaking. The hospital bringing back memories she'd rather be left forgotten. "Do you need me to call anyone?" He murmured.

She shook her head. "They didn't do this." She assured, a furious look on her face. "They saved my life."

Both boys shared unamused looks as the doctor gave a shrug and a glower of disappointment. "Wait in the hallway. I'll have your discharge papers ready in a moment." He sighed, going to the next in line.

Conner limped to one of the overflow beds and sat on it. Murphy helped her sit next to him. He went to call Doc while the two sat in relative silence.

"Are yeh sure you're ok?" Conner asked.

She nodded, hand to her face, holding the cold compress. "Are you?" She whispered.

"I'll live."

She slapped him.

"Ow! What was that fer?!" He blocked her next slap. She wasn't hurting him, but he was taken by surprise.

"Don't you ever do that to me again! You scared the living shit outta me!" He caught her hands, her fingers running over the bandages that wrapped around his wrist, hiding the cuts from the cuffs. "I thought you were dead!" She fell into him, sobbing. He wheezed a bit, but held her tightly. Just as tightly as she did him.

"I know. I know." He murmured, running his fingers through her wild hair, pressing kisses to her temple. He'd been terrified. Terrified for her and Murphy. After what Ivan had said to him.

Murphy came back to them and Conner held out his hand. Murphy slapped his own into it and held it for a second. Grateful for the contact. She lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Sorry." She said.

"What for?" Murphy questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"The death grip earlier." She blushed.

"Hardly felt it." He assured. He had.. Once his arm went numb. Her grip was like steel. He didn't know how Conner handled it.

"What do we do now?"

"Doc's headed this way. We'll drop the stuff off and maybe try to salvage the apartment." Murphy offered. "Someone just had to tear the toilet up." He teased.

"That thing was disgusting. I'm surprised you hadn't done it ages ago." She scoffed. Conner ruffled her hair. "Ah!" She hissed.

"Good goin' ya klutz!" Murphy whacked his brother's arm.

"Ow!"

She laughed as they started fighting a bit. Knowing they would be ok now. However, her eyes went to a little boy, who was watching them warily. He seemed frightened. She leaned over, for he was right next to her. "Don't worry, they're harmless." She assured. He eyeballed her cheek. "They saved my life. They're good guys. I promise." She chuckled. She saw a comic book. "Oh, you like batman, huh?"

The boy nodded, smiling.

"I'm a fan of his too. Normal guy with lots of money, what's he do with it? Save lives. A girl can get behind a guy like that." She laughed, not noticing how the boys were watching the exchange. "You waiting to be seen?"

The boy nodded.

"First time?"

He shook his head this time.

"Waiting is always the hard part." She sighed. She put the bag of dry ice down, her face pretty numb now. "You learn how to people watch yet?"

The kid looked at her confused.

She jerked her head to the side, his eyes fell to the receptionist. "End of her shift, see how she keeps looking at the clock? And there's a doctor checking charts, but really, he's just trying not to fall asleep. Security guard at the door, bored out of his mind. Doing the same thing we're doing. Watching. But really, he's thinking about lunch already."

"How do you know that?" He finally spoke. His voice was full of wonder and awe.

"Keeps looking at the vending machine." She whispered conspiratorially, more than a little white lie on her lips. It was a hospital. Everyone was tired. "If you watch people, they'll tell you everything you need to know without ever saying a word to them."

"What about me?"

"hmmm... That's a tough one." She mused. Though, it really wasn't. "You fell doing something you weren't supposed to be doing."

His eyes widened.

"Your mother looks worried and irritated. I'd expect a full punishment as soon as you're home." She slid her eyes to the exasperated woman signing papers at the nurse's station.

"That's amazing!"

She laughed. "Power of observation." She flicked her hair over her shoulder, giving Conner and Murphy a wink. She excused herself to go to the bathroom when a nurse brought her some spare scrub bottoms.

When she came back, Murphy and Conner were playing with the boy, resting his hands against Conner's and had his eyes closed while Conner talked. Only for Murphy to reach over and slap one of his hands. "See? So fast you couldn't even feel me let go, could ya?" He teased and the boy shook his head.

Their attention was pulled to Doc, who finally came through the doors. They excused themselves as she joined them.

"It was self defense." Conner was saying when she reached them.

"That's what he said. Here he ga-gave me his- his c-c-c-carc-car- Fuck! Ass! Oh, he fuckin' gave me this." He shoved the card into Murphy's hands.

"How would he know that, we ain't spoken to anyone?" Conner asked.

"Look, he just came by and assured no charges if you came and explained what happened." Doc's eyes caught sight of Jenna. "Oh Mother Mary!" He gasped.

"I'm fine, Uncle. I am." She assured, wincing a bit when his thumb brushed her cheek. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Fuck it's not!" He cursed.

"Come on, we'd better get going." Murphy supported Conner as they lead the way to the police station. It wasn't a long walk, usually, but hobbled as he was with a twisted ankle, it was rather difficult.

She opened the doors for them as someone was talking loudly. "...Scared little bunny rabbits. Bunch o' flashin' lights and uniforms is gonna spook 'em. What we're better off doing is draggin' a potato around south Boston and hope for the best. Thanks for comin' out."

They exchanged looks before Murphy chuckled, catching the eye of a man in front of everyone. A lean, lanky man with shoulder- length blonde hair. "You'd have better luck with beer." He called out, getting everyone else's attention.

She shrunk behind Murphy at the attention of all the police officers. Her hard driven instincts long since beaten into her telling her this was not the place to be.