So, even though only one person reviewed the last chapter (Shout out to Coley Coughlin for being the only reviewer) and trying to wait for more reviews, I finally decided to kick off my summer writing with updating this. Mostly because I'm like 2 chapters away from finishing this fic after this chapter. Anyways, I feel like this chapter is a bit of a filler before the Fenway job happens. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Like Robbing God

The week leading up to the Fenway job was a hectic one. Jem was in and out of the house, meeting up with the guys and Fergie to put the finishing touches on the plans. Sometimes he would return really late in the night – well after Scarlett had gone to sleep – or sometimes not all, which would leave Scarlett to wake up in an empty bed, disappointed and heartbroken.

Scarlett had to get her affairs squared away before the Fenway job as well. She would be departing the day before the whole ordeal went down. Not only did she have to pack up the majority of her belongings, but she still had to tell Lacey and Rachel she would be leaving. After she'd told her father that she wouldn't be coming back, she needed time to get her thoughts in order before telling her two best friends. If her father took it so well, then Lacey and Rachel were going to be the complete opposite.

The Wednesday of the week leading up to the Fenway job, Scarlett dragged her feet to the café she and her friends frequented. She wasn't looking forward to dinner one bit. Ever since she'd started dating Jem, she'd become more distant from Lacey and Rachel. Of course they'd encouraged her to hang out with Jem, but now that he had essentially sucked up most of her free time, Lacey and Rachel weren't pleased with her lack of availability. Now that Scarlett would most likely be permanently living in Ireland, she was pretty much convinced she was going to lose her friends for good.

Lacey and Rachel were already seated and reading through their menus when Scarlett arrived. Taking a deep breath, she slapped a smile on her face and shouted an enthusiastic hello at her two best friends. The two women jumped from their seats and greeted Scarlett with hugs and kisses on the cheek before they sat back down in their seats and gestured for Scarlett to take hers.

Lowering into the seat, she felt her nerves starting to act up. Her heart was starting quicken to an abnormal pace and her palms were starting to sweat. In a matter of seconds, she'd started bouncing her leg up and down. She only prayed that Lacey and Rachel didn't notice.

"So darling, how are you feeling? How's the baby? How's Jem?" Rachel asked.

"I'm fine. Morning sickness is hitting me a little too hard but I manage. I'm almost at two months and everything's going good. And Jem's good," Scarlett said, practically in one breath.

Lacey and Rachel nodded in unison. "Well that's great!" Lacey chimed in.

Scarlett nodded in agreement. She was about to say something when their waiter sidled up to the table and greeted the three women. Since they frequented the café, they ordered their usual food and the waiter scurried off to put in their orders and retrieve their drinks.

While they were waiting, the three women just made small talk. The more Scarlett put off the conversation about leaving, the more nervous it made her. She wanted to get it over and done with, but at the same time, she wanted to say the right thing. Putting it off as much as possible was either the best or worst idea.

It had been 15 minutes when their waiter returned with their food, placing each dish in front of its respective owners. After he'd asked if the three women needed anything else, he sauntered off to tend to his other tables and leave the women to eat in peace. It didn't take long for the women to dig in, especially Scarlett who was eating for two now. Within minutes, they were halfway through their meals and close to getting full.

"Oh my God, I'll never get sick of that," Lacey moaned as she polished off her penne alla vodka.

Rachel let out a hearty chuckle. "I always knew you were such an alcoholic."

Lightly, Lacey shoved Rachel in the shoulder. "I wouldn't exactly make a good nurse if I were an alcoholic, would I?" Lacey mused.

Rachel rolled her eyes at Lacey before skewering a piece of broccoli on her fork. Scarlett couldn't help but smile and she bowed her head to hide the gesture. This would be the last time she would see her friends until God knows when. If Jem didn't make it out of the Fenway job, there was no way she could return to Boston. The memories of the two of them would just be too much to handle. But if Jem did make it out of the Fenway job, she and him would be living in Ireland permanently and there was no chance they'd return to Boston, let alone the United States.

"Hey Scar, you okay?"

Scarlett lifted her head to find Lacey and Rachel staring at her. She hadn't realized she'd been staring glumly at her food while Lacey and Rachel bantered over the upcoming Red Sox-Yankees games this weekend.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Rachel asked sympathetically.

Scarlett shook her head. "Nothing." It wasn't convincing for her voice cracked at the end of the word.

"You can't fool us," Rachel chimed in.

With a sigh, Scarlett set her fork down on the plate and rested her elbows on the table. She wasn't quite ready to tell them but since they were asking, she couldn't back out. They'd only nag her to get it out of her.

"What's going on, Scar?" Lacey asked as she cocked her head to the side.

Scarlett sighed. "There's…something going on."

Instinctively, Rachel and Lacey turned their heads towards one another and silently stared at one another, almost in a silent communication. Scarlett always wondered how these two were able to communicate with each other without saying a word. It was actually kind of creepy.

"Is it Jem?" Rachel asked when she turned back towards Scarlett. "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?"

"Are you out of your fucking mind? He would never hurt me!" Scarlett snapped.

"Well what is it then? You sound so cryptic when you talk anymore," Lacey said as she rolled her eyes. She reached for her glass of water and took a sip as she eyed Scarlett suspiciously.

Scarlett rolled her eyes out of annoyance. "It has to do with Jem but he hasn't done a thing to me, alright? The only way he would hurt me is emotionally."

"Well, what's going on then?" Rachel asked curiously.

Scarlett diverted her focus to her lap. She knew they weren't going to approve of her protecting Jem because that was pretty much what she was doing. When she'd first found out about Jem and the robberies, Lacey and Rachel had told her to turn him in, but Scarlett didn't do that. She couldn't do it. Since then, Lacey and Rachel had been wary of Jem. Now that Scarlett was about to tell them she was running off to Ireland while Jem robbed Fenway, she was pretty sure they'd never speak to her again.

"Something's going to happen," Scarlett said cryptically. "Something bad."

Once again, Lacey and Rachel turned to one another to resume their silent communication. Scarlett rolled her eyes again before Lacey and Rachel turned back to her. "Like what?" Rachel asked.

Scarlett sighed again. "Something like the banks and the trucks."

"What do you mean like the banks and trucks?" Rachel asked with an edge in her voice.

"Bigger," Scarlett said simply.

"Bigger?" Rachel and Lacey asked in unison.

Taking a deep breath, Scarlett leaned in and Lacey and Rachel did the same. "Monday," the blonde said. "It's happening Monday."

"What's happening Monday?" Rachel hissed.

"Like I'd tell you guys in public, but I will tell you that I'm leaving," Scarlett said.

"Leaving? What do you mean you're leaving?" Lacey chimed in.

"Jem doesn't want me around when it happens. He wants me to be safe."

"Well, where are you going? We'll come with you. I'm not on call and Rachel doesn't work," Lacey said.

Scarlett shook her head. "I can't drag you guys into this."

"You already have!" Rachel hissed.

Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. She knew it wasn't going to be easy telling them about the whole ordeal without giving too much away. They'd know about the Fenway job when it happens because there was no doubt – whether the guys succeeded or not – that the robbery would make the news. All she wanted to tell them was that she was leaving Boston for a week. Whatever happens, there was no way she would be returning.

"Look, I'm leaving on Sunday. I'll be gone for a week but there's no way I'm coming back," Scarlett said.

"You are out of your fucking mind!" Lacey hissed. "You have a job! You have a child to think about!"

"I am thinking about my fucking child, thank you very much," Scarlett snapped. "I'm going to Ireland. I'm meeting up with Dr. Patterson. He has an extra apartment he can loan me for my stay and he's going to give me a job."

"You've seriously lost your mind," Rachel said before turning to Lacey, whose mouth was hanging open. "She's lost it, hasn't she?"

Lacey shook her head in disbelief. "You're leaving," she stated.

"I am," Scarlett said.

"And Jem's going to leave you all alone," Lacey stated.

Scarlett shrugged. "It depends if he makes it out of this job or not."

"So he's basically leaving you alone," Rachel interjected. "You're really fucking stupid, you know that? You're book smart but talk about real life with you and you're fucking retarded."

"You know what, I don't need you judging me," Scarlett snapped. "I wanted to let you know why I was leaving and I wanted to hang out with you guys for one last time." Angrily, Scarlett yanked her purse from the back of her chair and rooted around inside of it until she found a twenty dollar bill. She slapped the piece of paper on the tabletop before rising from her seat. "Tell the waiter he can keep the change," she shot back icily.

Turning on her heel, Scarlett stomped out of the café and to her car. It took her a couple seconds to find her car keys in her purse but when she finally did, she hastily unlocked the car and piled into the driver's seat.

The drive back to her townhouse in East Cambridge seemed to drag on and on. What would typically be a ten minute drive seemed to turn into an hour journey. By the time she turned onto her road, she was close to losing it. That wasn't the way she wanted to leave things with her friends but they didn't understand and they would never understand. No matter how hard she tried, she knew they would never understand.

She slowed the car to a crawl and found a parking spot a couple feet away from her house. She stopped next to the parking spot and eased the car into the empty spot. When her car was in park, Scarlett completely lost it. The tears started to fall and her throat started to constrict. She cut the engine but stayed put in her seat. Reaching across the arm rest, she snatched her purse and set it in her lap as she tried to find her phone. Fortunately, it was situated right on top and she quickly started to search through her contacts for the one person she needed.

The phone rang twice before the person on the other end picked up. They didn't have time to get a word in for Scarlett was already speaking a hundred miles a minute.

"Jem, please tell me you're home," Scarlett moaned.

"Scar, what's wrong?" she heard him whisper. She must have interrupted a meeting and that only made her cry harder.

"I can't do this!" she whined. "I can't do this. I'm losing my mind! This…this isn't going to work! You're not going to make it out and I'm going to be all alone to raise this fucking kid and I - ."

"Hey baby, calm down," Jem said soothingly. "Breathe. Just breathe, okay?"

"I can't," she moaned as she leaned forward and rested her head on the steering wheel.

Jem didn't say a word but there was the faint sound of voices in the background. Scarlett had to admit that just being on the phone with Jem made her feel better, but it would be better if he were home with her.

"Scar, where are you? I'm coming to get you," Jem said.

"I'm home," she sighed. "But I'm still in the car. I can't get out. I don't think I can."

"I'm coming," Jem said and then the line went dead. In anger, Scarlett chucked her phone to the other side of the car, the fragile material cracking as it hit the passenger side door. With a heavy sigh, she rested her forehead on the steering wheel again as the tears began to flow heavily.

She'd lost track of time. She wasn't entirely sure how she'd been sitting in her car, but when she heard a tap at her window, she sat bolt upright and whipped her head to the side. Standing outside of her car was Jem, staring back in with a concerned look on his face. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she pushed the door open and stumbled into Jem's waiting arms.

"Scar, what's going on?" he asked.

"I can't do this, Jem!" she wailed as she cried into his chest. "I'm leaving and I'm going to have no one. I'm going to be all alone."

"You're not going to be alone," he griped.

"Oh fuck off!" she snapped as she shoved him away from her. The tears were still steadily falling and she could feel her heart rate quickening. "You're not going to make it out! This is complete and utter bullshit, Coughlin!"

"Where the fuck is this coming from?" he growled.

"I can't do this! I can't do this! I can't do this!" she repeated.

"Baby, calm down," he said calmly.

"I know I'm being a fucking psychopath right now, but I'm leaving everyone in my life. My dad, my best friends…fuck, even my mother and she lives in Hawaii! Let's face it, I'm never going to see them again!" Scarlett wailed. "I can't lose you too!"

"Scar, baby, you're not going to," Jem growled as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him. "We're working this out."

With a shaky hand, she ran it over her face, drying the tears from her face. "I'm losing my mind, Jem. I'm - ." Suddenly, Scarlett sucked in a deep breath and hunched forward, clutching her stomach.

Frantically, Jem stepped forward and grabbed Scarlett by the shoulders. "Hey, what? What's wrong?"

"I don't know," she moaned as she clutched her stomach tightly. "My stomach hurts." Scarlett let out a pained moan as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Jem's t-shirt.

"You're too stressed out, sweetheart," Jem said. "That's not good for the baby."

"All thanks to you, shithead," she shot back.

"Come here," Jem said as he leaned down and swept Scarlett up in his arms. She let out a pained moan at the change in position and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Where are your keys, baby?" he asked as he pressed a kiss to her hair.

"In the car. In my purse," she sighed as she sniffled.

Jem nodded as he rounded the front of her car and approached the passenger side door. With much skill, Jem shifted his hold on Scarlett and successfully opened the door. He snatched her purse from the seat and then shoved the door closed with his hip.

He didn't say a word to the woman in his arms as he walked up the sidewalk and the front steps to the townhouse. Successfully, he somehow reached into Scarlett's purse, pulled out her keys, and unlocked the front door. Dropping her purse by the front door, Jem headed straight to her bedroom upstairs. He pushed open the door and crossed the room to lay her on the bed. The beautiful blonde was reluctant to let go of Jem but he just climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her close.

They laid in silence, just the sounds of their breathing and a few whimpers from Scarlett filling the room. Jem knew this was tearing her apart. He knew he was putting her through hell, but this was his only way out. After Fenway, he'll be set for life, him and Scarlett and their baby. He just had to get through it and then head to Ireland to marry Scarlett.

"I'm losing my mind, Jem." Scarlett's raspy voice cut through Jem's thoughts and he turned his head to see her red, puffy eyes staring back at him. The fact that he was pretty much the person doing this to her made him feel guilty.

He pulled her closer to him and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "So help me God, I'll make it out."

"I hope God's on your side, Saturday," Scarlett sighed. "He's the only one left to rely on."

The sad part was that God probably wasn't going to be on their side on Monday because Fenway was the Cathedral of Boston. Robbing Fenway was like robbing God. So no, God definitely would not be on their side on Monday.

Oh boy, so Fenway is coming up. It will be in the next chapter, followed by an epilogue. Stay tuned!

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