Jenna watched him go, a prayer in her mind. But something told her everything would be fine. It was strange. She'd been thinking of Agent Smecker all morning, most of the night. She leaned forward in the pew, her head resting in her hands, which lay on the back of the pew before her. Was God actually listening to her again? Was he really here? Was she going the right path? Were they?

Jenna closed her eyes as she felt a rush of love and peace. God, she thought. 'So awesome is your power. Thank you so much, for this opportunity. Please continue to be with us. I know it was you who got them back to me last night. That porch had no cover. The shots missed anything major. The boys had kept cool heads, and my hands hadn't stumbled. Please God, help me be of service, both to you and to them. Guide our actions so that we may prosper. Please, help us. Let your will be done...God, I'm so scared. I'm absolutely terrified. I know all things are possible, but I am so scared. Please... Please keep them safe... as safe as possible. Please, if... if it be your will... Bring them back to me. Please.'

A hand on her shoulder made her jump, a small gasp on her lips. But it was just Murphy. A small smile and a jerk of the head. Time to go. She got up as Conner pushed Rocco and turned to apologize to the priest. "Go, just... Just go." He said, thoroughly shaken.

"Of course." He bowed his head, wrapped an arm around Jenna, and guided her to the car, glaring daggers at Rocco's head. She wrapped an arm around him as well. He didn't look at her, but he did lean down a bit to whisper in her ear. "Are you all right, Love?" She nodded. She'd wanted to talk to the priest, perhaps agent Smecker. But her conversation with God had helped ease her heart. He gave her a soft squeeze, "Everything's taken care of. You don't have to worry, Love. As long as you're with us. As long as we have each other. As long as we follow God's plan." She looked up at him as they made it down the steps. She would have stumbled, had his arm not been wrapped around her.

At home, they began to prepare. Making Jenna sit down, she watched them. "Are you sure? Isn't this a little soon? I mean... You've all just been shot! You should recover and... and..."

"No, Love. We don't have the time."

"Aye, their ranks are closing in. They know that we're after them. We wait any longer and we'll lose our shot."

"I know that house like the back of my hand." Rocco added, loading a magazine of the bullet holding kind, not the reading. She wished it was just reading. "Those dumb fucks won't know what hit them."/

"Aren't you rushing into things? I mean, if they're as aware as you say, surely going in there is... is..." Jenna put a hand to her mouth, shaky and cold. Her stomach rolling. This wasn't right. It was too soon.

The men shared a look... Well, Rocco and Murphy shared a look and then turned their gaze on Conner, who raised his eyebrows. What was he supposed to do?/

Comfort her, you dumb-ass! Rocco mouthed.

She's not gonna let us go like this. Murphy waved.

Conner sighed, putting his things down. He'd been cleaning the gun as Murphy wiped down pennies and put a few guns back together as well. "Jenna, come on Love." He urged.

"No! You're leaving again!" She jumped up, glaring tearfully. "You... You three. Please. There has to be a better way! Please!"

"Jenna, we have to do this. If we don't do this now, we'll miss our chance."

"No, they'll be there. Don't you see? This is dangerous. Have you thought of everything? Don't look at me like that! I'm not being hysterical! I'm serious!"

"We know. We know that, Love." Conner tried, hands out.

"This doesn't feel right. I mean, going into a house like this. Anything could happen. And... And... If anything, right now is the time to relax. Let them think they've won. Let them think you're done. Let them relax. Please!"

"Jenna, there's a hitman after us. If we don't move now, he could find us! He could- He could find you!"

She stopped. Were they... Was this move for her?

"Please... Please don't do this." Her voice was so small. She shook her head. "It's too soon."

They all shared another look, as if just realizing what this might be doing to her.

"All right. All right, Love." Conner tried again. This time, she let him wrap his arms around her. He gently guided her to the bedroom. Let the boys work and perhaps talk her down a bit.

"No, it's not all right, Conner." She swiped her eyes furiously. She sat on the bed. She was still exhausted, he could see it. But her eyes remained focused. "You all just came back yesterday! Shot to hell and... and now you're…"

"Love, you trust me don't you? You trust us?"

"You know I do."

"Then trust me when I say that we will always come back to you. No matter what, we'll be with you." He sat next to her and embraced her, an arm around her waist, the other lifted his hand to her cheek, swiping at a stray tear. He'd never wanted to be the one to make her cry, but he couldn't seem to stop.

"You can't promise me that." She turned away. "Not when you're going to do this." She pointed at the door. "Conner, this isn't some movie or book where good always wins. Things go wrong. And... And that place- you can't predict what's happening inside. Watch the place for a few days. Watch routines. Watch behaviors. Don't just go in blind and hope for the best. God doesn't work like that!"

"You don't think God wants us to do this?"

"I don't know God's will, but I know man's manipulation. Please. I'm not saying don't go at all. I'm just asking you to wait. There... There has to be a better way!" She tried.

He stood up now. He walked away from her, thinking, one hand on his hip, the other in his hair. "If we don't move now, that hitman will come back. We don't have the time. And Rocco knows those guys. He knows the house. He knows the way in. They'll never know we're coming 'til we're right on top of them."

"Then..." She stood too. "Then let me go with you. Please. Don't ask me to wait here. Don't ask me to wait here and worry."

"No. Absolutely not!" He nearly shouted.

She jumped. He'd never yelled at her before.

"Conner.…"

"No! You're staying here where it's safe. I can't protect you there! I can't do this if I'm thinking about you!"

His eyes were wild, frantic. He had to get her to understand. She shrank in his gaze for a second, not looking at him. But then, her shoulders set and she stood her ground against him. "You aren't going without me."

"The hell I'm not!"

"Conner, please! I can wait in the car. I can-"

"You're not going and that's final!" He put his foot down.

"What if you don't come back?!" She finally yelled. "You're asking me to wait here where it's safe, but it won't be if you don't come back!"

"It won't be safe if you go with us!"

"Conner, please!"

"No! Don't ask me this. I won't budge. You're staying here where it's safe. I can't protect you. Don't ask me."

"I... I'm not asking. I'm telling."

"And I'm telling you no! It's not gonna happen!" He turned around, slamming the door. She ran to it, only to find he'd blocked the door.

"Conner! Conner let me out! Please, please don't do this! Conner!... Murphy please! Talk some sense into him! Rocco, don't do this! Conner!" She rushed the door. "Let me out!" She jiggled the knob. She kicked, she rushed it again. "Please! Conner!" She beat on the door. But no one answered. "Conner!" She heard the car start and ran to the window.

They were piling in.

"No!" She beat on the glass. "Please! Conner! Murphy! Rocco!" She saw Murphy and Rocco gaze at her as she tried to open the window. It was stuck fast. "Don't leave me here!" She tried.

Conner shook his head, said something and Rocco put the car in reverse.

"No!" She cried. "No!"

He finally looked at her with such anger and love and so many other things she couldn't decipher as she tried to open the window, to get to them. And then he was gone. They were all gone.

"Dammit!" She smacked the glass so hard it bounced in the frame. This window was so old, painted shut. But she was not staying behind again. She could not just sit here like a good little house wife. She couldn't just do nothing! She took her elbow and slammed it into the glass. It didn't break, not at first. She was not staying here.

She would not be left behind!

She moved back a bit, determined. She would follow him to the ends of the earth. She was not going to let him leave her behind. She was done letting men make her decisions for her. She slammed her foot into the glass. It finally shattered.