"Who the fuck are you?" Romeo asked.

"That's Agent Bloom," Connor said.

"Wasn't she a blonde?"

"Yeah, I was," Eunice said.

"Why did you dye your hair?'

"I had to so I could leave the country."

"Why were you leaving the country?"

"I got involved with you guys."

"An' that pissed off th'FBI," Connor said.

"So?! What were they going to do to her? Arrest her?" Romeo asked.

"Or kill me," Eunice said.

"Christ," Connor said.

"Lord's name," Murphy warned and Connor nodded.

"Now…," Eunice said while she went to sit near Connor's feet. "To put your minds at ease, I did not tell them anything."

"Then how did they know?"

"Still haven't figured that out yet."

"I still don't get why I'm here," Romeo said with a frown.

"What do you mean you don't get why are you here? You're a part of th'team," Connor said.

"Yeah, I know, but…"

"Well, there was no way we were leavin' without you."

"You weren't!?"

"Nope!" he said and Murphy shook his head.

"Shit. So, how did that Smecker guy know who I was?"

"He didn't. Not until their uncle and I told him about you," Eunice explained.

"And I told them it was all three of us or no deal," Connor said and Romeo made a soft sniffing sound.

"Ah, come on. Don't cry," Murphy said.

"These are happy tears," Romeo explained as he wiped the tears away then he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I was a little surprised Smecker agreed to it. He's…," Eunice said and Connor glared at her.

"Don't you dare say Romeo's expendable!" Connor said with a growl and Angelica saw the anger in Murphy's eyes.

"Sorry. But he is," Eunice said and Romeo flipped her off.

"What I don't get is why we spent a month in prison. What took Smecker so fuckin' long t'break us out?" Murphy asked.

"For one thing, I couldn't get hold of the Mayor or the Governor," made them look at the doorway and Smecker walked in the room. He stopped between the foot of Connor and Murphy's beds and he smiled, placing his hands in front of him.

"What was the other thing?" Romeo asked.

"The warden was giving me shit."

"About what?"

"He kept denying you guys were even there. Once I finally got him to admit that, he wouldn't tell me anything."

"We wouldn't have gone t'prison in th'first place if those FBI assholes hadn't shown up," Murphy said.

"Do you think it was a setup?" Angelica asked as she looked at Murphy.

"Aye," he said with a nod.

"Then, if that's the case, they were just defending themselves.".

"Yep," Eunice said as she popped the "p".

"Which means we shouldn't've been arrested," Connor said.

"Well, you did kill several FBI agents," Paul said.

"Who shouldn't have been there!" Angelica corrected and Murphy heard the small growl in her voice.

"Whoa! Calm down!" Paul said as he held his hands up.

"What about the protesters at the prison? How did they find out where they had been taken?" Angelica asked. "Or the press?"

"I guess the FBI told the press and that, in turn, alerted the protesters."

"Hold on. You told me and Sibeal that you told them," Eunice said and he glared at her.

Connor and Murphy became quiet while they looked at each other and they had a silent conversation.

"What are they doing?" Paul whispered to Eunice.

"I have no idea," Eunice whispered.

"Connor told me that's how they talk sometimes," Romeo whispered while he looked at the twins and he frowned. "It's really fucking creepy."

"No, some twins seem to be able to do it through their bond," Angelica explained while she felt Murphy's fingers brush against hers and she took his left hand.

"Right….," Connor said when he took a drink of ice tea then he placed the glass down. "What do you want from us?"

"What I want is what I wanted from the start. I want to help you in your crusade," Paul said.

"We get that. But what do you want us t'do now?" Murphy asked.

"For now? I just want you to relax and heal. Once the doctor…," he said as he pointed his left hand at Angelica. "Once she says it's alright for you to get out of bed, we'll get down to business."

The twins looked at each other again as Murphy nodded and Connor picked up the spoon, twirling the spoon between his fingers.

"If we agree to let you help us, we have a few conditions," Connor said.

"What sort of conditions?" Paul asked.

"Th'first condition has t'do with Da's burial. We want t'go an' pay our respects."

"Seriously?!" Paul asked, raising his eyebrows. The twins gave him a blank look as they carefully crossed their arms over their chests and he sighed. "Fine. You can go."

"Second condition has t'do with Romeo," Murphy said as he pointed with the spoon toward Romeo. "He isn't jus' our Mexican anymore nor is he expendable. He is a Saint. So, that means he is t'be treated with th'same respect you'll be givin' us, is allowed t'go on jobs with us an' he gets say on what we do."

Romeo gave the twins a stunned look while he blinked the tears out of his eyes.

"You…? You mean that, Murphy?" Romeo asked.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

Smecker looked from Murphy and Connor to Romeo then back and Smecker sighed.

"Ok. Fine. Anything else?" Paul asked.

"Third condition is we, my brudder, Romeo an' I, are th'one's in charge. You get us th'jobs, but we decided on how it's done or if it gets done at all. If it looks too risky then we don't do it," Connor said.

"Even if they give us backup?" Romeo asked.

"Even if they give us a fuckin' army," Murphy said with wide eyes.

Smecker felt like he was losing control of the situation as he started pacing and Connor, Murphy and Romeo started eating. Smecker had a silent conversation with himself as he shook his head and Murphy pointed at him with his spoon while he looked at Connor.

"The final condition…," Connor said as Smecker stopped pacing and Smecker looked at him. "The final condition has t'do with when we wanna stop."

"What do you mean by stop?" Paul asked with a shocked look on his face.

"He means… If God decides he doesn't want us t'be Saints anymore… Or we're too injured t'do shit… Or we jus' had enough… We're allowed t'stop an' go back t'our old lives," Murphy explained.

"And go where? To the rest of the world, you three are wanted fugitives,"

"For doin' what?! Defendin' ourselves?!" Connor asked.

"Yeah. We didn't do anything wrong," Romeo said.

"Unless you plan on framin' us," Murphy said. Angelica lightly squeezed his fingers as he looked at his left hand and he felt the warm tingle he felt earlier growing stronger.

Smecker started pacing when he left the room and he stormed down the hallway. He headed for the elevator as he pushed the call button and he pressed his lips into a thin line. He watched as the elevator doors open when he looked at Sibeal and, after walking out of the elevator car, Sibeal saw the anger in Smecker's eyes.

"Is there summat wrong?" Sibeal asked.

"Ask your nephews," Paul grumbled as he walked inside the elevator car then the doors closed and Sibeal sighed, shrugged his shoulders and he headed down the hallway.

Later that night, the doors to the infirmary hissed open while the room was lit in a dim light and Angelica walked in the room. She headed for Romeo's bed as she looked at him sleeping and she placed the medical files on the small table. She looked at the screen to the heart monitor when she wrote the information in his medical file then she carefully moved the sheets up to his upper chest. He made a small sigh, but he didn't wake and she picked up the medical files before she walked to Connor's bed.

"Hey," made her look over at Murphy's bed when she saw he was awake and she placed the medical files on the small table.

"What are you doing awake?" she asked in a soft voice while she walked to the bed. He saw the concern in her eyes as he sighed then he half closed his eyes.

"I never could sleep in a strange bed. Not even when we were kids an' Ma was able t'buy us new beds. Th'only thing which helped was when Connor started snorin'."

"He snores?"

"Only when he sleeps on his back."

Angelica walked to Connor's bed when she pushed the button to raise the head of the bed slightly and Connor made a content sigh. She walked back to Murphy's bed as Murphy leaned his head to one side and he blinked his eyes a few times.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"It opens up his airway," she said.

"Does that mean he won't be snorin'?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Now how am I gonna get any sleep?"

"Do you trust me?" she asked. He locked eyes with her as she felt herself being drawn into the blue depths and he gave her a small nod. "I need you to close your eyes."

"You're not gonna drug me, are you?"

"No."

He closed his eyes as she moved her fingers through his hair and she liked how soft and silky his hair was.

"That feels nice," Murphy said with a small grin.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Nope."

"Ok. I need you to concentrate on your breathing," she said while he nodded and he placed his hands on his chest. He concentrated on his breathing as he yawned and she smiled. "Now, I know this is going to sound odd, but I want you to imagine you're on the beach and your feet are buried in the sand. Let the warmth of the sand relax your toes and feet."

He opened one eye as he looked at her then he arched an eyebrow. Shrugging his left shoulder, he closed his eyes and he cleared his head. He softly breathed as he suddenly felt the sun's warmth on his skin, feet and toes and muscles in his toes, feet, heels and ankles started to relax.

"Can you feel it?"

"Aye," he said with a tiny smile. He softly breathed as the warmth moved through the muscles of his legs, knees and hips and he yawned. The relaxing feeling moved over his bottom, across his groin and up his lower stomach and lower back. Angelica noticed the peaceful look on his face and he yawned. "My ass just fell asleep."

"That's good," she said while she continued to card his hair. The relaxing feeling moved up his stomach, sides, chest and shoulders then down his arms to his elbows to his wrists to his hands to his fingers and he barely wiggled his fingers. The relaxing feeling moved up his neck as he felt his mind drifting off to sleep and he made a content sigh. She saw the soft rise and fall of his chest and she checked the numbers on the screen of the heart monitor. She wrote the information in his medical file when she went to check on Connor and Connor smiled.

"That's a pretty neat trick," Connor grumbled with slightly opened eyes.

"When did you wake up?" she whispered.

"When the bed moved."

"Sorry."

"No. That's ok," he said with a yawn and his eyes closed. After she examined him, she wrote the information in his medical file then she moved the sheets up to Connor's upper chest and Murphy's lower chest and she picked the medical files off the small table. Walking to the door, she turned to look at them then the doors hissed open and she left the room. She walked down the hallway when she walked to the elevator and she pushed the call button.

A short time later, the elevator doors opened as she walked in the elevator car and she pushed the button. She watched the elevator doors closing as she frowned then she left the elevator car after the doors opened. Holding the medical files to her chest, she walked down the hallway until she came to a door and she knocked on the door. She knocked a second time as the door opened and Smecker glared at her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked and she noticed he was only wearing his boxers.

"I need to talk to you about the Saints," she said and she saw the fear in his eyes.

"What about them?"

"As you know, I am not only a doctor and a surgeon, but I am also a psychiatrist."

"Yeah, I know that."

"One of the papers I wrote while I was in medical school was on twins and the bond they share."

"Sibeal did mention the Saints having a strong bond."

"But do you understand that bond? How it works? How important it is to them?"

"Where is this going?" he asked with a sigh and he leaned against the doorframe.

"To assure the Saints' peace of mind, they need to be in a close proximity to each other. That includes their sleeping arrangements."

"Their sleeping arrangements?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying they have to be in the same room in order to get any sleep?"

"Yes."

"But I've already assigned them separate rooms."

"Did you know Murphy MacManus nearly had a panic attack when we took his brother out of the ambulance?"

"No."

"He had another panic attack when we took him into surgery. Connor MacManus also had a small panic attack when we took him into surgery."

Angelica replayed how calm Connor was just before surgery, but she needed Smecker to believe the twins needed to be together.

Smecker had a silent conversation with himself while he tried to figure out if she was lying or not and Angelica waited for him to speak.

"Look. The largest rooms on this ship are….," Paul said.

"The captain's quarters and yours," she said with a nod of her head.

"Right."

"Then you have to give it up," she said with a smug look and Smecker glared at her.

"I'm going back to bed," he said as he went to close the door, but she placed her right hand on the door to stop him.

"Do you really want me to tell the Saints they have to sleep in separate rooms?"

Smecker locked eyes with her as he saw the seriousness in her eyes and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Fine. They can have my room," Paul said.

"Thank you."

She moved her hand away as he closed the door then she smiled, walking down the hallway.

Two days later, Connor followed Angelica while she pushed the wheelchair Murphy was sitting in and Murphy felt stupid about not being able to walk to their rooms. He also didn't like wearing a sling to keep his right arm steady and he carefully adjusted the strap.

"Here we are," Angelica said while they stopped at the door.

"Is this my room or Murphy's?" Connor asked. Sibeal had told them they were going to have their own rooms and Angelica saw the anger in their eyes.

"Both."

"Both?" Murphy asked while Connor helped him to his feet then Connor handed him the metal cane Angelica gave him to help him walk. He was also wearing a walking boot and Angelica nodded while she opened the door. She stood back so Connor and Murphy could go inside the room and the twins were surprised with the size of the room. "Shit."

"You could fit our old apartment in here," Connor said while he carefully adjusted the strap of the sling he was wearing.

She watched Connor inspect the room while Murphy slowly headed for the bed and Murphy sat down on the foot of the bed. His left leg didn't hurt, but he did feel a little tired and he slowly went onto his back. He looked up at the ceiling when he noticed the large mirror spreading out over the beds and he tilted his head to one side.

"Uh…. Why is there a mirror on th'ceilin'?" he asked. Connor headed for the other bed when he sat down on the foot of the bed and he went onto his back. They looked at their reflections as they made funny faces and Angelica walked to the bed.

"Having fun?" she asked and they looked at her.

"Whose room was this?" Connor asked as he and Murphy carefully sat up.

"Smecker's," Angelica said with a shrug of her left shoulder.

"Why would Smecker give us his room?"

"Hold on," Murphy said with a small grunt while he used the cane to help him stand up and he stood in front of her. "Does this have t'do with me not sleepin' well in a new bed?"

"Maybe," Angelica said.

"Look, as much as we appreciate this, I'd be ok sleepin' on my own."

"Aye, th'same goes fer me," Connor said as he stood up and he adjusted the strap to the sling.

"So, you're saying you don't want to sleep in this room?" she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Uh…."

"No, that's not what we're sayin'," Murphy said.

"Then I'll leave so you can get settled," she said as she walked to the door, opened the door and she left the room.

Shrugging his left shoulder, Connor headed for the door leading to the bathroom as he opened the door and he flicked the switch. The lights came up as he looked at the double sink, the large shower surrounded by frosted glass with a glass door, the storge shelf with towels, washcloths, toilet and shower supplies and two hairdryers, a hamper and the mirror over the sinks and a cold chill moved through him when he looked at the toilet.

The memory of men from the Russian mafia handcuffing him to the toilet in their old apartment before they dragged Murphy out of the room moved through his mind and Connor glanced down at the scars on his wrists.

"You think the shower has hot water?" made him move so Murphy could enter the room and Murphy headed for the shower.

"Aye. I think it does," Connor said and Murphy felt the guilt and fear coming from his twin.

"I'm sorry."

"What're you sorry fer?"

"I'm sorry fer not fightin' those assholes after they broke into our place."

"Murph…"

"If I had…"

"You would've died."

"You nearly died!"

Connor turned Murphy toward him when he carefully hugged his twin and Murphy placed his head against his head. They moved back a few seconds later and Connor lightly shoved him. Smiling, they left the bathroom and Connor walked to the walk-in closet. On a shelf, he saw two pair of black jeans, the black leather belts, two pairs of dark sunglasses and the black leather boots, the black sweaters and the black Navy pea coats were on the hangers and he turned to look at Murphy standing in the doorway.

"Should we get dressed?" Connor asked.

Murphy looked at the assortment of clothes when he looked down at the bathrobe and the hospital gown he was wearing and Murphy sighed.

"Aye. I think we should," Murphy said.

A sudden knock on the door made them walk out of the closet and they headed for the door. Connor opened the door enough to look out into the hallway and he frowned.

"Hi," Angelique said as he opened the door some more so he could lean on the doorframe. He watched her eyes moving over his body as he crossed one ankle over the other and Murphy looked over his twin's shoulder. Connor turned to look at him when Connor sighed then he moved back so Angelique and Angelina could go in the room. The young women stopped at the center of the room when they turned and Connor and Murphy walked to them.

"Who are you two?" Connor asked while he adjusted the strap to the sling.

"I'm Angelina Kane," Angelina said.

"I'm Angelique Lee," Angelique said.

"What do you want?" Murphy asked.

"We just wanted to introduce ourselves," Angelina said.

"Ok. You've done that. Now get out," Connor said,

"Rude much?!" Angelique asked as she rolled her eyes.

"Only to certain people."

"Does this have to do with me punching you in the stomach?"

"It might."

"Aw, come on. I didn't punch you that hard."

"It still fuckin' hurt."

"Want me to do it again?"

"You'd never get th'chance."

Angelique moved closer as they stood toe-to-toe and she looked up at him. Locking eyes with him, she made her hands into fists and Murphy and Angelina glanced at each other.

"You think you can take me, Hot Shot?" Angelique asked.

"I can take you down anytime, anywhere," Connor said.

"Guys, don't do this," Angelina said as she held her hands up.

"Go on, Connor. Show her what you've got," Murphy said.

"You're not helping."

Angelique glared at Connor when she turned, walked out of the room and Connor snorted a breath of air before he went to sit on the couch.

"Sorry about that," Angelina apologized as Murphy nodded his head and she left the room. She closed the door while she slowly shook her head and she half-ran to Angelique.

"What an asshole," Angelique growled.

"Yeah, you are."

"I was talking about him."

"He was acting like a jerk. But what do you expect?"

"Not that."

"Look. I'm not defending him. But he, his brother and his friend have been through shit."

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't excuse him from being a dick."

"No, it doesn't. But we're gonna look like bigger dicks if we don't go back and help them get dressed."

Sighing, Angelique nodded as they headed back down the hallway and she snorted out a breath of air. Angelina knocked on the door as they waited and Murphy opened the door. He glanced over at Connor then he looked back at them and he titled his head to one side.

"Hi," Angelina said.

"What do you want?" Murphy asked.

"We forgot to help you get dressed."

"We can handle it."

"Mind telling me how you intend to do that with both of you wearing slings?" Angelique asked with a smug look on her face.

"Be nice," Angelina said with a singsong tone and Angelique sighed.

"What's goin' on?" Connor asked while Murphy moved so he could see who he was talking to and Connor glared at them.

"They fergot t'help us get dressed," Murphy explained.

"We decided t'stay in our jammies," Connor said as he slammed the door and Angelina looked at Angelique.

"Good going," Angelina said. Shrugging, Angelique walked away and Angelina looked at the ceiling, rolled her eyes then she went to catch up with her.