"What are you going to do with me?" Sara was sitting on the middle cushion of the battered sofa that sat in the MacManus apartment. Connor was sitting in a chair across from her.
"I haven't decided yet."
"Well we both know you can't turn me in."
"And why can't I?"
"Because I would turn you in with me. Not to mention if you turn me in you're a hypocrite."
"Nah, what I do and what ya do are two very different things."
"Are they really so different. We both kill evil men."
Connor locked his gaze onto Sara's. "Yes, but I don't hunt down only one kind of evil. I eradicate all forms."
"Perhaps, but I destroy those that have sinned against me."
"Ya must get around a lot in order to have seven men sin against ya in just under a month."
Sara narrowed her eyes and sat up straighter. "Don't mock me."
"I'm not mocking ya. I'm simply stating an observation."
"Men."
"So Mary was right."
"Who's Mary and what was she right about?"
"Mary, the women ya helped in the bar. She said ya didn't like men."
"What you weren't able to figure that out on your own? You're not as smart as you look."
Connor frowned but didn't say anything. Instead he stood up and walked over so that he was standing directly in front of her. Despite her serious attitude problem he couldn't help but think that she was extremely attractive. He quickly pushed that thought aside and grabbing her by the arm pulled her to her feet. He steered her toward the door. "Get out."
Sara looked at him in surprise. "You try to stop me, bring me here, and now you're just going to let me go." He didn't say anything. "Well can I at least have my stuff?"
"No." The door shut with a bang.
"Jerk." With that Sara made her way out of the building.
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Connor leaned his head against the door and groaned. Now what? He had found the angel of death, only there was nothing he could do about. Sara was right, he couldn't turn her in, but at the same time he couldn't let her keep doing what she doing. Or could he?
Sighing he went into the bedroom. He'd deal with it in the morning when Murphy got back and the two of them could go see Smecker. Right now he just wanted to sleep.
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Sara stared at the bathroom window. It was closed and locked. "Shit." She had no way back into the women's shelter, and she wouldn't be able to get back in until the doors were unlocked at nine o'clock in the morning, and that was a good six hours away. If Miss Aibe wasn't sure of her sneaking out before she would know for certain now.
There was a low rumbling and it began to rain. Sara tilted her head up as the first drops fell, allowing them to hit her face. In just a matter of minuets it turned into a complete downpour soaking her to the skin
"This night just keeps getting better and better."
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Connor stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. The thunder and lightning was keeping him awake. And when he did sleep it wasn't much more than a light doze that was plagued with dreams of saints and angles. Saints and angels fighting each other; saints and angels fighting side by side; saint and angles doing things that saints and angels probably shouldn't be doing.
"Fuck." He shifted uncomfortably. He was partly aroused and it wasn't helping his state at all; whether it be physical, mental or otherwise. He dragged himself out of bed. The only way to deal with this problem was a cold shower.
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Meanwhile at the apartment above MacGuinty's Murphy and Mary were lying in bed. Murphy was sitting up against the headboard smoking a cigarette, his arm draped around Mary who was resting against his chest, the sheets resting just above their waists.
Mary traced circles around Murphy's belly button and kissed his chest. "Hmm. This is nice."
Murphy blue out a smoke ring and watched as it faded away. "Aye."
"So what do you think your brother is doing?"
"Who cares." Murphy flicked the cigarette onto the floor and rolled Mary beneath him. "I'm more concerned with what we're doing." He leaned down and kissed Mary who obligingly wrapped her arms around his neck.
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Connor stepped out of the shower only to realize that there weren't any towels. He exited the bathroom and made his way back to the bedroom. A loud banging on the door stopped him in his tracks. He rolled his eyes and changed directions.
"Fuck Murphy, took ya long enough," he called through the door. "How many times did she have to tell ya no before ya gave up and left?" He pulled open the door the grin on his face disappearing.
Sara stood in front of him her clothes soaked. She gave him a once over. "Guess its raining inside as much as it is outside."