Connor stood there and just stared at Sara. She raised her eyebrows at him and then stepped past him into the apartment her shoulder brushing his as she did. Connor blinked and shut the door out of habit. He turned and looked at her as she stood in the middle of the room wringing the water out of her hair. He finally found his voice, not that it really mattered. "Ya... wha'... fuck."

"Nice to see you too. Now if you don't mind, could I get some clothes that aren't completely soaked before I catch a cold?" Sara eyes traveled down the length of Connor's body and back up to his face. "I would recommend the same for you."

Connor suddenly remembered that he was still naked and wet from his cold shower. Glowering at the recent bane of his existence He stalked past her into the bedroom slamming the door closed.

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Connor roughly pulled on his jeans and yanked a sweater over his head. He then grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and went back into the living room. "Here." He pushed them none to gently into Sara's arms. He then stepped back with his arms crossed and looked at her expectantly.

"What?"

"Dry clothes, per yer request."

"So I'm just supposed to change right here in front of you. I can't even dry off?"

"Ya saw me naked. It only seems fair."

Sara saw that he was quiet serious, not to mention angry so she decided not to press the matter. But she could feel her usual composer starting to slip so she turned and faced the other way. She unzipped her hoodie and dropped it on the floor. She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her racer back tank only to pause.

"I'm waiting."

She closed her eyes and taking a deep breath pulled her shirt up and over her head. As it fell to the floor she heard Connor suck in a breath of air.

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She wasn't wearing a bra but that wasn't what had caught Connor's attention. He stared at the tattoo that covered her back. A pair of angel wings, done in exquisite detail, sprouted from her shoulder blades and covered the area from her shoulders all the way down to the small of her back.

And then it was gone from his sight covered by the t-shirt that was to big for her. But even though the shirt covered her tattoo it didn't do much to hide her figure, clinging to her wet skin. She then stripped off her jeans and pulled on the sweats in a matter of seconds. She turned around and faced him her arms wrapped protectively in front of her chest.

"I find it strange that ya can kill a man or stare at one naked with no problem, but yer uncomfortable changing in front of one."

Sara frowned. "Didn't your mother teach you to respect women?"

"I only give women the respect they deserve."

"Really, I do the same for men."

"From what I can tell ya treat all men the same."

"Exactly."

Connor rolled his eyes. "I'm going back to bed."

"What about me?"

"What about ya?"

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Ye'll figure something out I'm sure." Connor went into the bedroom and collapsed on his bed. "Fuck Lord. Why are ya doing this ta me?"

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Murphy yawned as he unlocked the door to the apartment and made his way inside. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a much needed cup of coffee from the pot that was on the stove. "Mornin'," he said. He left the room only to reappear moments later.

He stared at the person sitting at the table.

"What?"

"Who the fuck are ya?"

"Sara. Oh by the way, you boys need to do some serious shopping. You have no food. How the heck am I supposed to eat?"

Murphy stared at her for another moment or so before wandering away with a confused look on his face. He went into the bedroom and shoved Connor who was sleeping. "Hey, wake the fuck up."

"Fuck Murph." Connor rubbed his eyes. "What the fuck do ya want?"

"Who the fuck is that in our kitchen?"

Connor closed his eyes and groaned. "Aw fuck, she's still here."

"Still here? Man Con what did ya do last night after I left?" Murphy sat on the edge of the bed.

Connor pointed a finger in the direction of the kitchen. "That girl is the girl from the bar."

"Well that explains why she looks familiar."

"And she is also the Angelus Iussa Letum."

Murphy's eyes got big. "Her! No fucking way!"

"I found her last night in an alley just before she put a slug in some guys head."

Murphy got up off the bed and started pacing. "Fuck. Why the hell did ya bring her back here? We need to call Smecker and turn her in. We need to…"

"We can't turn her in Murph."

"Why the fuck not?"

"She'll turn us in if we do. She knows who we are. She figured it out. "

"Aw man…" Murphy stopped pacing. "Well we can't keep her here."

"Ya think I don't know that. I already got rid of her once. She came back though I have no idea why. She obviously doesn't like me, and I can assure ya that the feeling is mutual."

"Fine I'll get rid of her then."

"Please do."

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Sara looked up to find Murphy standing in front of her. "Can I help you?" she asked in a rather bored voice.

"Ya are leaving now."

"Am I now?"

"Yes ya are." Murphy held out her clothing from the night before. "Ya can keep what yer wearing. Now get out."

"And where am I supposed to go? I have no where to go. The one place I could is just going to kick me out when I get there."

"Don't fucking care. And maybe ya should have thought of that before."

Sara stood and glared at him. "And people wonder why I don't like men."

"Yer issues with men started way before ya ever met me or my brother. And as for the men ya kill, they're just the victims of a past that you are to afraid to confront."

"How the heck does he know that?" A sudden barrage of emotions washed over Sara's face. And it was clear from the look on Murphy's face that he wasn't just seeing them, he was reading every one.

He smirked. "So my lil' theory is right. The answer is that simple. And here Connor has been looking for some deep hidden agenda on yer part."

Sara's face paled. "And just what theory might that be?"