A/N: I will not be updating until next week sometime. I will be away at my besties house until next week. I will try to update as much as I can when I get back. I also did this chapter differently. It's from Mary and Doug's side of things. Hope you enjoy. Remember to read and review! It means a lot to me when you do!

CHAPTER 13:

The Job

"Dougie, you here?"

Doug heard Jem call out. He was in his bedroom with Mary as she spent the night since Jem was with Murphey. If he didn't get up now, Jem would storm in and probably pitch a fit.

"I'll be right back," Doug told Mary as he got out of bed and put some clothes on. He walked out of his room pulling his shirt on and closed the door behind him. He saw Jem standing by the couch with his hands in his pockets. "What's up?" he asked his oldest and longest friend.

"Florist said we're good for Friday?" Jem told him.

"Okay, is that all?" Doug asked him looking from Jem to his bedroom door nervously.

"No," Jem sighed seemingly oblivious to his friend's nervousness.

While in the bedroom, Mary got out of bed finding one of Doug's shirts and her underwear and pulled them on. She walked to the door and pressed her ear against it hearing the conversation between the two men.

"Murph's insurance company is being a real pain towards her. He fuckin' ex just got a restraining order and some bullshit fuckin' community service hours. She's freakin' out even though Mary's insurance covered it and he doesn't have to pay a fuckin' cent, which he should," Jem told Doug.

"So what do you want to do?" Doug asked instantly regretting it when he heard Jem's answer.

"I want to fuckin' kill the guy."

"And you go back to Walpole. I don't think Murph will like that," Doug said. "She's going to kill you herself if you end back at that fuckin' dump."

"We'll see what happens Friday, see how much money we get from this job," Jem said.

"Have you told Murph yet?" Doug asked him.

Jem frowned getting annoyed by the question Doug asked him every time he saw his friend. "No, she's not going to know. I want to keep her out of this."

"She'll find out" He said looking at Jem.

"Only if someone tells her!"

"She's going to find out you're still robbing trucks and banks and sniffing coke," Doug frowned at him.

He rolled his eyes as he moved into the kitchen. "She already knows I still get high."

"And how do you think she feels about that? Put armed robbery onto that."

"She's never judged me for it, why would she start now?" Jem glared at Doug. "She loves me; I love her, that's all that fuckin' matters!"

"If you're going to be honest, be honest about everything," Doug told him.

"Don't fuckin' talk to me about honesty! You're still fucking Murph's best friend, even though you said it was a one-time thing," Jem scoffed grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

"Alright let's drop it and just think about this job."

"You got everything we need to know right?" Jem asked.

"I found out who drives the truck, when the bank opens and closes, when the safe opens and closes, who the bank manager is, I've got everything." Doug sighed.

Jem was OCD when it came to their jobs. That was mainly because he didn't want to go back to Walpole. "We can do a little surveillance first, make sure we have the times down," Jem said.

"I've got it covered. We can do surveillance tomorrow," Doug told him looking nervously from Jem to his bedroom door again.

"What's up?" Jem asked noticing his look on his face.

"Nothing, why?" Doug asked.

"You look like you're waiting for something" he asked.

"I'm waiting for this conversation to be finished so I can go get some more sleep," Doug frowned at him, his defences going up.

"Go then, were done," he said.

"Are you sure?" Doug asked him.

"Yes, I'm fuckin' sure," he snapped.

"Alright then," Doug said turning and walked back into his room. He saw Mary quietly gathering her clothes from about the room and pulling them on. A frown appearing on her forehead as she glanced up, and he realized she'd heard everything. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah,"

"Jem's still out there."

"He already knows we're fucking so what difference does it make if he sees me?" She stated, the hint of anger creeping into her tone.

"Come on Mar, don't be like that," Doug said watching her as she roughly pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"I have things to do, so call me later okay," she told him as she snatched up her bag, heading towards the door.

"Mary," he grabbed her attention by reaching for her hand, making her face him so he could lightly kiss her, holding her in place by raising a hand to her face. "I'll call you later," he smiled and she curtly nodded, opening the door and slipped out.