Mary leaned over Murphy's sleeping form so that her hair tickled his face. Murphy wrinkled his nose and sleepily swiped at her. She pulled back and stifled her laugh. This time she placed her hand on his stomach and moved it down under the covers. She shrieked when a hand grabbed her wrist.

"That isn't very nice." Murphy's blue eyes twinkled mischievously at her.

"You didn't seem to mind it last nigh," Mary countered while attempting to pry his fingers off with her free hand.

"Aye. But I wasn't half asleep last night."

"Well how else was I supposed to wake you up?"

Murphy caught Mary's other wrist. "I can think of better ways." He pulled her down against him and kissed her. A loud pounding on the front door was heard. He let her go with a groan. "Fuck them and their terrible timing."

Mary did her customary eye roll and grabbed her robe from the end of the bed. She ran her fingers through her curls as she walked out into the living room in a vain attempt to tame them. "Might as well get up Murph." She grinned at the string of mumbles and curses in various languages that reached her ears.

She peered through the peephole, but didn't see anyone. "That's odd." She turned away. "Maybe it was the neighbors." The pounding came again. Mary stepped away from the door and into Murphy's chest.

"What's wrong?"

Mary pointed at the door. "Someone is knocking, but I can't see anyone."

Murphy pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. "Stay behind me." He took the crutch from under his arm and held it around the middle. With his other hand he reached for the door knob and jerked it open. He blinked in surprise at Sara.

She looked at the crutch in his hand and grinned. "Didn't realize I was that much of a threat."

"Sara, what? I couldn't see you through the peephole." Mary pushed Murphy's arm down which was still up in the air in a defensive position.

"Sorry, I was standing off to the side." Sara entered the apartment and set her bag on the floor.

"So your back." Mary crossed her arms.

"What? Did you think you could kick me out after one day, force me to stay the night at Connor's and have everything turn out perfectly okay? Nice try."

"That wasn't my intention at all!"

"So how did it go?"

Sara turned to Murphy. "How did what go? The hit or Mary's sad attempt to force a peace?"

"Both." Murphy gave a grunt as Mary elbowed him in the ribs. "Fuck Mary, that hurt."

"Baby."

Sara smirked. "I thought as much. Anyways the hit itself went fine. Dante Giovanni, along with four other lowlifes, is no longer walking the streets of Boston. The city is safe again."

"I'm guessing you and Connor didn't make up since you are here with your stuff."

"Actually this is Murphy's stuff."

"My stuff?"

"Yes Murphy, your stuff. Since you seem to want to spend so much time here Connor and I decided that you should just stay. And I'll move back in with Connor."

"So you and Connor did make up?" Mary was confused now.

Sara shook her head. "I'm sorry, but we have also decided that that information is classified. And this way the two of you can't meddle in our lives. We will deal with each other and our issues when we decide to and if we decide to. Assuming we don't drive each other so crazy that we want to kill the other." She clapped her hands together. "Well not that that is settled I'm going to be on my way. Have fun." She went out the door and closed it.

Mary looked at Murphy. "Now I have to live with you? I like you Murphy, but if I had seen this coming I never would have locked her out."

"Hey."

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"Did ya do it?"

Sara slid into the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt. "Yup. That will teach them to meddle."

"Still don't think Murphy had anything to do with it."

"Sacrifices must be made. Now drive Connor."

"So does this mean we are okay?" Connor threw a side glance at Sara.

"I wouldn't call it okay. But we definitely aren't as bad as we were yesterday."

"So Mary's meddling, assuming that she was meddling, worked."

"I guess, but don't let her know that."

Connor started the car and put it into gear. "So what now?"

"Police station."

"Police station?" Connor looked at Sara incredulously. "What the fuck for?"

"I thinks it time I met your inside man, let him know what's going on"

"Ya sure."

"Positive. Besides Angelus Iussa Letum died days ago and was resurrected as a saint."

"I never said ya was a fucking Saint Sara."

"But you never said I wasn't either. I'm involved now, even more so than before." She crossed her arms behind her head. "Saint Sara. I rather like the sound of that."

"This is royally fucked up," Connor grumbled as he pulled into the street.

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Sara looked up at the cold walls and windows of the precinct. The building itself wasn't really that imposing, but what it represented and what it could do to her should she ever get caught on its bad side was. She swallowed.

"Not having second thoughts now are ya?"

"Course not." She looked at Connor who was calmly smoking a cigarette. "So this cop, I can trust him?"

"Sure," Connor dropped the cigarette on the ground and ground it out with his shoe before making his way up the stairs to the door. "Only he isn't a cop." He held the door open for Sara who was right behind him. "He a federal agent."

"What?" Sara stopped just inside the door.

Connor pushed her the rest of the way inside. "Come on. We don't want to keep him waiting."

"He doesn't even know we're coming."

"True, but why avoid the inevitable."

"Okay. Now I'm having second thoughts."

Connor had to grab her arm in order to keep her from walking back out to the street. "Sara ya made me drive the fuck all the way out here. So yer gonna see him. End of discussion."

Keeping a firm hold on her arm he steered her past the desk and the people sitting at them. Sara kept her focused on the floor in order to avoid the curious gazes that were being directed at them. Or rather her, the woman in Connor's grasp.

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Smecker looked at the young woman sitting in front of him. She fidgeted under his gaze and averted her brown eyes to anywhere else in the room. Only when Connor set his hand on her shoulder did she seem to relax.

Smecker leaned forward in his chair, placed his elbows on the desk, linked his fingers together and rested his chin on his hands. "So," he said. "Yer the one who's been causing me so much trouble. I must confess I was expecting someone less attractive."

"Really…" Sara bit back her retort at the warning squeeze she received from Connor. She flicked her eyes over to his hand on her shoulder. It was rather hard to concentrate when he was touching her. She shrugged him off.

"You've put me in a rather difficult situation here Connor."

"You put yourself in a difficult situation," Sara thought to herself.

"You had me wasting precious tax dollars on that false name you gave me to run with. However, since she is obviously helping you while Murphy is currently unavailable I have no choice but to let the whole thing go." Smecker directed his attention back to Sara. "But I'm warning you young lady."

"Lady? Ha." Sara frowned at Connor who had snorted, no doubt agreeing with her thoughts.

"Any hit from you that doesn't fall under Connor and Murphy's reach and you have me to look out for. Is that understood?"

Sara nodded. "Yes sir, Agent Smecker sir."

Connor had to fake a coughing fit to cover his laughter. It was obvious from the look on Smecker's face that he didn't know whether or not she was being serious or mocking him.