"Ow!" Murphy grimaced as the doctor slowly rotated his ankle.

"The ligament isn't torn but it is a sprain." The doctor let go. "You'll have to stay off of it for a few days."

Murphy glared at Sara who stepped behind Connor. Connor rolled his eyes.

When they had reached the bar Mary had accepted Sara, no questions asked, is she remembered her she didn't say,and the two had become friends in a matter of minuets. It was mostly Mary telling stories about the brothers that had Sara nearly falling over in stitches.

And things had gone well from there. That is until some guy did in fact hit on Sara, who turned him down flat, with a punch in the nose. A brawl ensued, in which Connor and Murphy took part in quite happily, but aside from the usual bruises Murphy had ended up twisting his ankle. Consequently he blamed Sara.

Mary stood next to Murphy and rubbed his shoulder. "Stop whining you big baby. You'll be fine."

"But it fucking hurts."

Mary rolled her eyes at Sara who laughed, causing Murphy to glare at her again. She ducked even farther behind Connor.

Connor however had something else on his mind at the moment. Dante Giovanni. Now Murphy's injury certainly wasn't life threatening, but no way was he taking his brother to scout in that condition. It could slow them down considerably should something go wrong, and that wasn't something he wanted to risk. But at the same time he couldn't go alone. He needed some sort of back up. He could wait until Murphy was up to snuff again, but that would take to long, and the longer they took the more annoyed Smecker got waiting. But again, the alone factor popped up. He had no idea what to do. Sara bumped his shoulder.

"Sorry."

He looked at her.

She looked back. "What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. No he couldn't, could he?

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Sara blew on the window causing it to fog up. She then drew a smiley face with her finger. The radio clock read 12:30 P.M. and she was bored. She glanced over at Connor who was watching one of the houses across the street and to their left. His face was stoic and his gaze unwavering. She rubbed her hands together and blew on them in an effort to warm them up. The car was freezing but they couldn't turn on the engine. Or rather Connor wouldn't turn on the engine. She was curled on the passenger seat, knees to her chest in an effort to contain her body heat. She shot another glance over at the house. It was dead. No movement, no light, if anyone was in there they were no doubt asleep in a warm bed, which was where Sara wanted to be.

She wasn't even real sure why she was even brought along on this so called 'scouting'. They weren't doing anything but sitting and starting, and she didn't think that she had anything to offer. Not to mention that Connor was so adamant about her not doing anything that was remotely linked to her three-days-ago former life. And yet here she was. He had even given her back her gun; cleaned and fully loaded.

And she wasn't a very patient person. When she had been 'working' she had gotten the information she needed went there and hoped for the best. None of this waiting around and scoping out. It was enough to make her crazy. But Connor knew better than she did.

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Out of the corner of his eye Connor saw Sara change positions for the umpteenth time. Her fidgeting was starting to get on his nerves. Yes, it was cold; yes, nothing was really going on, but this is what he and his brother had to do. And he was wishing that it was his brother that he was doing it with. He was starting to regret his decision to bring her along. But there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

"Stop that."

Sara froze with one foot in the process of being moved out from under her body. "What?"

"Stop moving."

"It's cold and my feet are falling asleep. If I don't move I'll turn into a popsicle."

"Then pick a position that doesn't make yer body parts fall asleep."

"And your solution to the cold?"

"Dress warmer next time."

"There's going to be a next time." Sara groaned.

"Shh." Connor held out his hand and leaned forward his eyes searching the street. He could have sworn he just saw something.

"What?"

There is was again. Barely a shadow and coming in their direction. "Fuck." He began to rack his brain for something to do. "Someone is coming this way."

"So?"

Connor turned his head. "So depending on who it is, they might find two people sitting in a car at midnight when it is freezing just a little bit fucking odd."

"Oh." Sara looked nervous now. "So what do we do?"

"I'm thinking." The figure was getting closure, so Connor did the first thing that came to mind. He crawled into the back seat. He grabbed Sara by the shoulder and tugged.

"Connor…?"

"Get back here now," he hissed. Sara obeyed quickly, crawling next to him. The person wasn't much farther away. Connor took Sara by the shoulders and pressed her back down flat on the seat. She opened her mouth to protest but was quickly silenced by Connor covering her body with his, and pressing his mouth against hers.

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As soon as he kissed her Sara just froze. Her body was stiff and unresponsive. Well not totally unresponsive. Her brain was going haywire. This was his brilliant idea to keep from getting caught! And he wasn't just pretending either. He was full on kissing her. It felt kind of nice… NO! Was that his hand? In her hair, cradling her head? Think of something else, anything else… Murphy! Connor's brother… Connor… Connor is kissing me! Oh boy… She had a brief flashback to when she was raped… no, this was nothing like that…

Her body was starting to itch, wanting to kiss him back. It was only natural after all, right… No not right! She refused to let her body give in to something so purely physical. This was Connor for crying out loud. No good could come of it. But man it felt good. No, no, no!

She contemplated pushing him off but then realized that would probably make the situation worse. And bring even more attention on them. So she lay there and just took it.

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Connor was extremely aware of Sara's body beneath his. He had at first only planned on a rather chaste, though long, pressing of the lips. But the minuet he had made contact his body took over. And he was having a hard time trying to keep it from going places it shouldn't be going. It was probably a good thing she wasn't being responsive to his ministrations. It would only make his situation worse. But why wasn't she reacting? She wasn't even fighting him which was what he had expected. She was just laying there, stiff and immobile. Surely he wasn't that repulsive? And even so one could not be completely unaffected by a kiss.

He suddenly realized that he had been kissing her for quite a while now. Connor figured now was as good a time as any to check and see if the coast was clear. Lifting his head he gave a quick scan of their surroundings. It was clear; whoever had walked by was gone. It was most likely some homeless guy or something. But still…

Sara must have sensed that it was over because she suddenly yanked her legs out from under him. He landed rather awkwardly in the small space of floor between the front and back seat. She scrambled to sit up, pushing herself as far back into the corner as her body and the car would allow. She stared at him wide eyed as he pushed himself off the floor and back onto the seat.

Connor let out a breath of air and looked over at Sara. Her gaze had left his face and landed on his lap. He looked down. "Fuck," he murmured. He had an erection, again, thanks to her. He grabbed the car door handle, opened it and stepped out into the freezing cold. He walked in a circles until the cold made it go away.

By this time Sara had crawled back into the front passenger seat. Connor got in and started the engine. Not a word was said on the ride back home.