Disclaimer: I do not own The Black Donnelly's.
Wish I did though.
Ahh well…
In simple terms, don't sue.
Joey looked nervously at his lawyer. "Shouldn't we be going now?"
Doireann's lips twitched. "Anxious about something Joey?"
His eyes narrowed. "I've been in here for a while. I'll be nice to stretch my legs and not have to worry about getting stabbed."
Doireann laughed. "Point taken." She glanced down at her watch. "So before we leave I have a few questions detectives. For one, is it going ta be a problem I brought my own guards?"
O'Hara shook his head. "No. You don't have to worry about that. We checked ID's before letting them wait outside for you."
Doireann nodded. "Thanks. I really wouldn't want ta hafta change. Yah wouldn't believe how annoying it was just ta get them ta come. Secondly, I may just get it cleared with the judge, but what exactly are the charges against Miss Riley and Miss Farrell?"
Malone shrugged. "There aren't any real charges. We went down to the precinct where the Donnelly's fell into. We didn't learn much, which is why Joey was brought upstate to us. Detective Stein wouldn't tell us much of anything. Everyone around seemed to be loyal to the boys. All we learned from Stein was that Miss Riley came forward for the murder of one Samson Dale. It was ruled as self defense, and Riley was backed up by Miss Farrell. Miss Riley's father died a few days after the Donnelly escape and was buried in the local cemetery. After that both women seem to have disappeared. We couldn't find so much as a photograph of either of the two. We checked everything. Even drivers licenses couldn't be found. Someone wiped their records."
Doireann rose an eyebrow. "Must have gotten help somewhere high up. So even if they walked in right now…"
Malone nodded. "We'd have no idea what they would look like. It's pathetic." He paused. "Why do you ask?"
Doireann shrugged raking her fingers through her hair, snapping the elastic onto her wrist. "Simple curiosity. I went through the file and couldn't see a reason that Joey needed ta give information on either of these women."
Malone sighed. "We're looking for anything we can get. Stein seemed to be with the rest of the neighborhood. No one wanted to say anything. Seemed Dokey did die from his gunshot wound. Until he died everyone said it was murder. Once his body was in the ground suddenly it became self defense." He nodded to Joey. "When this one showed up saying he had information on the Donnelly's we had to move him up here, fearing people from his own neighborhood would have him killed."
Doireann nodded. "It's ta be expected. You watch out fer the family. Family above all. It's what yah learn growing up. The neighborhood is family. Anyway if you don't mind…?"
O'Hara nodded standing Joey up and cuffing his hands in front of him. "I'll just walk him out with you."
Doireann waved a hand. "Don't bother yahself. I can handle him. All of you will get to relax fah a few hours. Enjoy it."
O'Hara paused looking to his boss for instruction. Malone's eyes gleamed. Apparently he was willing to forget the rules for a while if it meant Joey was going to disappear.
O'Hara turned back to Doireann and nodded. "Sure. If you need anything at all call the precinct and we'll send someone to the courthouse. Do you have the address?"
"I gave it in to someone at the front desk." She picked up her bag and nudged Joey through the doors with it, both giving a small wave to the detectives.
Malone walked to the front of the station ten minutes later getting ready to leave early. One of the boys from lockup would take care of Joey. He was feeling good. Not a goddamned thing could bother him right now.
"Hey, detective?"
Malone turned to see the new rookie, Danvers, hurrying toward him with an envelope. "Yeah, what's this?"
Danvers shrugged. "It's from that pretty lawyer. Said it was something you were looking for?"
Malone frowned. "Only thing we wanted to know was where the courthouse was."
Danvers looked confused. "She never told me anything about a courthouse. Just to make sure you looked at this before you left."
Malone took the envelope opening it and taking a photograph out of the envelope. "What the…" He stared at the photograph, comprehension dawning on his face. He rummaged through his pockets, downing a near empty bottle of heart medication. "FIND O'HARA! DID ANYONE GET THE LICENCE PLATE?"
Two body guards had been waiting by a car. Both had dark black trench coats and hurriedly put out their cigarettes upon seeing them on the stairs. They nodded to Joey and never said another word since they had all gotten in the car.
Joey turned to the woman beside him. "So found out it was useless to dye your hair? And what's up with the eyes?"
The woman sighed popping out the colored contacts and tossing them out the window. Her sapphire eyes gleamed once the green had been removed. "Do yah think I knew they didn't know what I looked like Joey? Hell if I'd known that, I'd still have mah burgundy hair. Damn that."
"Think you can get rid of the obnoxious Boston accent? No one's around to catch you on it now. Christ, did it come back that easily or did you just brush on it to throw them seriously off your tracks?"
She grinned in an amused way. "Fine. Have it your way. All better now? It didn't come back as fast as you'd think. I mean I do catch myself but I can slide between sounding like an obnoxious New Yorker and an obnoxious Bostonian quite easily. So, Joey, do tell. How does this story end?"
Joey laughed popping open a can of soda, handing one to his companion. "Why don't you tell me Rosie?"
Róisín Farrell laughed good naturedly and knocked her can with his in a toast. "Where should I start?"
A/N:
So how many people want to shoot me at the moment?
I'm sure there are a few.
Oh, come on. It's ME. There's always a twist…
Plus...this means at LEAST one more chapter...hehehehe
So, I saw that TBD is on DVD. But I was running like crazy and did not get to see if there were any fun special features. If you know about any, let me know…
Elyse Black: haha so it's not exactly over…
ebonyrose: Wow. That's dedication reading the whole thing. Of course I'll conclude it. In a good way.
Smiju: Thanks. I always try my best not to make an OC obnoxious.
XNegAttentionX: There is no such thing as a sad ending. Just frustrating chapters leading up to a decent ending.
Nelle07: Maybe not soon, but updated.
L. M. Lachance: Aww thank you. Like I say, I try not to make obnoxious OCs. I just find that it would be like having another Joey. And one Joey is more than enough.