The door opened while the guard watched Margaret, Romeo and Louisa walk in the room and Connor smiled at Margaret.

"Where's Murphy?" Louisa asked after she saw the empty bed.

"He's in th'bathroom," Connor said while the door opened and Murphy walked out of the bathroom. "Did you wash yer hands?"

"Aye," Murphy said with a nod. Louisa walked to him when she carefully slid her arms around his waist and he felt her fingers move the back of the hospital gown then her fingers lightly moved over his skin. She gave him a sly grin as he arched an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. She helped him to the bed as he got into bed and she moved the blankets up.

"Did the doctor tell you when you're getting discharged?" Romeo said while he sat down on the chair near the bed.

"He said some time this afternoon," Connor said. He noticed Margaret had the file folders in her hands as she walked to the bed and she sat down next to him. "What're those?"

"This one is about Baker and this one is the report on the footprints Romeo found," Margaret said.

"Were they able to find out who those footprints belonged to?" Romeo asked.

"Yes, they did. Most of the footprints belonged to us, my team, the coroners and the EMTs, but there were two sets of unidentified footprints. They were able to determine one set was female and the other was male."

"Maybe they belong t'whoever was pointin' a gun at us," Murphy said while Louisa carefully got onto the bed next to him and he slid his right arm around her.

"We never did find them." Connor said.

"That's because we were a little busy at the time," Romeo reminded him and Connor nodded.

"So, what is Baker's connection t'all this?" Murphy asked.

"That's where it gets interesting," Margaret said as she opened the file folder then she sat down next to Connor so he could see the information. "According to the information, Detective Mike Baker doesn't exist."

"Then who is he?" Romeo asked.

"Again, this is where it gets interesting. It turns out he was an assassin known as "the Butcher"."

Louise gently nudged Murphy before he could laugh and he gave her an apologetic look.

"Yes, I thought of some funny jokes, too," Margaret said, looking at him then she looked at the information. "The Butcher's reputation is based on his horrific treatment of his victims."

"He beats them, starves them then he kills them," Connor said in a low voice and she nodded.

"Why haven't we gone after this bastard?" Murphy asked.

"One, he's very good at hiding. Two, he's deadly. Three, you weren't ready," Margaret said and the twins scowled at her.

"But why did he want to kill Smecker?" Louisa asked.

"Better yet. Why did someone want Smecker dead?" Romeo asked.

"It could have been the price for failing to deliver the Saints to whoever Smecker was working for," Margaret said.

"But who was Smecker working for?" Louisa asked. Murphy had gone quiet as he thought when he sighed and he moved his fingers along her left upper arm.

"You alright, Brudder?" Connor asked.

"Aye, I was jus' thinkin'," Murphy said.

"About what?"

"Duffy had Smecker's passports, but where did he get them?"

"He found them in your old place," Margaret said. Connor looked at the information when he thought of something and she saw the serious look on his face.

"How long had Baker been at th'precinct?" Connor asked.

"He said he had been there for three months."

"Which means he had three months to get his hands on the files about the Saints," Romeo said.

"But how was he able to get into the Yakavetta's house?" Louisa asked.

"That, I can answer," Margaret said. "We were able to get hold of the security footage and we found this."

Connor looked at the slightly fuzzy photograph of Baker dressed as delivery person and Margaret showed the photograph to Romeo, Louisa and Murphy.

"What about th'photograph we found in th'wine cellar?"

"We finally were able to lighten it up. It was Smecker."

"Shit," Connor sighed.

"Here's a question," Louisa said. "Why did Baker shoot Murphy and Connor?"

"We were robbin' him of his kill," Murphy said, leaning his head against hers.

"But wouldn't killing the Saints have gotten him in trouble with whoever he was working for?"

"Aye, it would have."

Margaret had a blank look on her face as she had an internal conversation with herself and Connor wondered what she was thinking.

"Maggie?" he asked and her eyes locked with his. "What's wrong?"

"I need to make a phone call," Margaret said as she got off the bed then she headed for the door. The guard opened the door as she left the room and Murphy, Connor, Romeo and Louisa frowned.

The soft pinging sound filled the air while the elevator doors opened and Margaret and Louisa held onto Connor and Murphy as they walked in the living room. Romeo carried the small tote bag as he followed them and Connor pointed to the couch.

"No, you promised the doctor you two would go to bed once we got home," Margaret reminded him.

"I have been in bed for th'last five days," he said with a pout and she smiled.

"Aye, I don't wanna go t'bed either," Murphy said as he gave a pleading look to Louisa.

"Move," Louisa said. Sighing, Murphy nodded and they headed down the hallway.

"How does she do that?!" Margaret thought. She arched an eyebrow as Connor looked at her and she saw the sadness in his eyes. "Don't give in. Don't give in."

"You heard her. Move," she said and he nodded.

"I'll go start dinner," Romeo said as he placed the small tote bag on the dining table then he headed into the kitchen.

Margaret led Connor down the hallway as they came to his bedroom and she led him inside. She helped him sit on the bed as she knelt down to help him take off his sneakers and socks. She stood then helped him go onto his back and she moved the pillows to lift up his head. She sat on the edge of the bed as he looked at the ceiling and she softly placed her left hand on the center of his chest. She felt the rise and fall of his breathing as she waited for him to say something, but he stayed silent.

"I'm sorry," Margaret said.

"Why are you sorry?" he finally asked and his eyes moved to look at her.

"I made you do something you didn't want to do."

"Nah. I was jus' bein' grumpy. Remember what I was like when we first came t'Costa Rica?"

"Yes, I remember."

He placed his right hand on top of her hand while he rubbed the back of her hand and she felt a small shiver moving through her.

"Tell me summat."

"What do you want me to tell you?"

"When did you fall in love with me?"

"It was when we were on the jet and you called me "Maggie"."

Connor's mind replayed him calling her that as he smiled and she felt his chest expand as he sighed.

"When did you fall in love with me?" she asked.

"It was right after you took that damn mask off," he said.

"Really?!"

"Aye. I have heard of love at first sight, but I never thought it would happen t'me."

"Too bad we didn't tell each other how we felt sooner."

"You were too busy an' I was being an eejit."

"Don't you dare call yourself an idiot!"

He heard the anger in her voice. He slowly moved to sit up as she took her hand back and he held his arms out. She moved closer when she turned to lean back against him and she positioned herself so she didn't bump into his bruised ribs. She watched him slide his arms around her while she leaned her head towards him and he moved his head closer.

"I think I melted th'ice queen," he said, softly.

"I think you did, too."

"You said you lost people you cared about. Was one of them someone you loved?" he asked after they sat in silence for a few minutes and she pressed her lips into a thin line. Her body became tense as he internally kicked himself and he started rocking her. "You don't have t'tell me if you don't wanna."

"No, it's alright. I did have a boyfriend. His name was Jonathan."

"Was he your partner?"

"Yes. Yes, he was."

"Was he good t'you?"

"Yes, he was. But he was also annoying. He had these stages."

"Stages?"

"He said a relationship has stages. The first stage was holding hands, talking, flirting and teasing. Stage Two was hugging, kissing and caresses. Stage Three was intimate touching. Finally, the last stage was marriage and sex."

"If you don't mind me askin', what stage were you on when he…? When you lost him?"

"Stage Two."

"What stage are we on?"

"Roughly in Stage Three."

Connor leaned his head back as she looked at him and he looked like he was trying to figure something out. She waited for him to speak when he lightly kissed the side of her head and he smelt the spicy scent of her shampoo.

"How did he die?" he finally asked.

"We were in Cairo. We had broken this human trafficking ring. He had gotten in the car while I was checking us out of the hotel. He started the engine…"

"An' th'car exploded."

He felt her body trembling as he hushed her and she turned slightly to bury her face in his neck. He felt the tears rolling down his neck and he rocked her and she placed her hand on his shoulder. After she calmed down, she sat up, turned to reach for the box of tissues on the night table and she wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue.

"Is everything ok in here?" Louisa asked while she and Murphy stood in the doorway. Murphy had felt Connor's distress and Connor slowly sat up, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, we're fine," Margaret said in a soft voice.

"You sure?" Romeo said after he appeared next to Murphy.

"I thought you were making dinner."

"I forgot to take anything out. Want me to order a pizza?"

"Wait. Before you do, there is summat I wanna say," Connor said. Margaret turned when their eyes met and he seemed to be shaking. "Maggie, I know I'm rushin' things. I mean we've only jus' told each other how we feel. But I… Would you…?"

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Margaret asked.

"I…," he said when he noticed something and his face became serious. "Hold on. Romeo's cryin'."

"Just answer her question," Romeo grumbled.

"Shit, I didn't have this much trouble askin' Lou," Murphy said and Louisa lightly shoved him.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Margaret repeated. Connor moved closer as he kissed her lips then he nodded his head. "Yes."

"Yes?" Connor said with a small crack to his voice.

"Did I stutter?" she teased and he hugged her. He looked at Murphy when he thought of something and he moved back.

"So, Brudder, what would you say to a double weddin'?" he asked and she looked from him to Murphy.

"They're already married."

"Well…not exactly," he said as he told her what Murphy and Louisa did.

"I don't think that's not legal."

"We know, but why do we need some document stating we're married?" Louisa asked. Murphy had a serious look on his face as his mind replayed what they did and he had felt a twinge of guilt for not giving her a proper wedding. He turned Louisa toward him when he sank to his knees and Louisa wondered what he was doing. "Murphy?"

"Marry me," Murphy said.

"We're already…"

"Please."

The sadness in his eyes hurt as she helped him to his feet and he made a small moan. She slowly slid her arms around his waist as she placed her forehead against his chest and he lightly carded the back of her head.

"Yes," Louisa said into his chest and Murphy lifted her chin up before he smiled.

"I'm gonna go order dinner," Romeo said while he wiped his eyes with the back of his right hand then he left the room.

"Don't ferget th'garlic breadsticks and th'dippin' sauces," Murphy shouted. Connor and Louisa laughed while Margaret smiled and Murphy shrugged his shoulders.

July - Ireland

The sunlight shimmered in the Bride's Room while Louisa stood in front of the full-length mirror and she looked at her wedding gown. It was an off white, full-length gown with a full skirt, long sleeves and it was backless. She didn't care if everyone saw the tattoo on her back and she titled her head to one side.

"Lookin' good, Lou." made her gasp as she looked at Norman standing behind her and he was giving her a silly grin. She spun around to find no one behind her when she looked back into the mirror, but only her reflection looked back at her.

"Are you alright, lass?" Annabelle MacManus asked, walking to her. Louisa was surprised with how pleased Annabelle was to see her when they had gone to Ireland to tell her they were getting married and Louisa admitted she really liked her soon-to-be mother-in-law. She also made Louisa feel better about having a mother there on her wedding day. Her own mother refused to even acknowledge her as her daughter and she had called Louisa a slut to her face.

"Aye, I'm fine, Ma," Louisa said, but Annabelle wasn't believing her.

"Pull th'other leg," Annabelle said. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just missing someone."

"Oh, you're missin' your brudder. Am I right?"

"Aye," she said with a nod. "I thought… Well, I thought I saw him in the mirror just now."

Annabelle gave her a small hug then she moved back and Louisa smiled.

"He's here. Jus' like my bastard of a husband is here fer those no-good sons of mine."

Louisa knew Annabelle loved her sons and her teasing was just her way to show it.

"Louisa, you look amazing!" Margaret said as she walked closer and Louisa looked at her wedding gown. It was snow white with a low-cut front to show off her breasts, long sleeves, an open back and a long train.

"You look amazing, too," Louisa said.

"Are you out of yer fuckin' mind?!" Murphy suddenly shouted and they looked at each other. They headed out of the room while they walked down the hallway and they stood in front of the door to the Groom's Room.

"Hey, it'll work," Connor shouted.

"No, it won't! I'm not gonna do it!"

"But…"

"Guys, keep your voices down," Romeo said.

"Shut up!" the twins said together when Annabelle banged her fist on the door and she growled.

"Murphy! Connor! Open th'fuckin' door!" she demanded.

"Now look what you did!" Murphy said.

"Me?! I wasn't th'one who was shoutin'!" Connor said when they heard someone bump into something.

"I wouldn't have shouted if you hadn't…" Murphy said then he made a low grunt.

"Guys!" Louisa shouted. The door opened enough for her to see Romeo looking at her and he was wearing a grey tuxedo, black leather shoes, a black leather belt, a white shirt and a black tie. His hair had been brushed back and he was clean shaven.

"Hey, Lou," he said while his eyes moved over her dress. "Damn, you look great."

"Thanks. Now, can you tell me what the hell's going on?"

"Connor's bein' an eejit!" Murphy said.

"Don't you dare call your brother an idiot," Margaret said with a cold tone.

"Connor, what did you want to do?" Louisa asked and she heard him sigh.

"I jus' wanted t'make a cool entrance at th'reception," Connor said and Margaret could just see him walking toward the door.

"Stay where you are," Margaret warned and he stopped.

"What sort of entrance?" Louisa asked.

"Well, you know th'skylight in th'reception room?" he asked.

"Aye, what about it?"

"I thought it would be fun t'use th'skylight t'slid down a rope an' land in th'middle of th'dance floor."

Louisa and Margaret imagined Murphy and Connor sliding down a rope into the room and both of them smiled.

"Tell them th'rest of it," Murphy said.

"The rest of it?" Margaret asked.

"He wants you two t'do it with us."

They looked at each other when Margaret walked to the door and she had a hard look on her face.

"Connor, do you have the rope in there?" she asked.

"Aye," Connor said.

"Hand the rope to Romeo."

She heard him sighing when Romeo looked into the room as he reached for something then he handed the coil of rope to Margaret. Nodding, she headed down the hallway and she entered the Bride's room.

"What an eejit," Annabelle said as she went to follow Margaret and Louisa looked at Romeo.

"Connor?" Louisa asked.

"Aye?" Connor asked.

"I would've done it," she said as she walked away and Romeo closed the door.

Slow music filled the reception hall while Murphy danced with Margaret and he admitted she looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Louisa was dancing with Connor and she was laughing at something he said. Margaret looked at Murphy and he was wearing a gray tuxedo, black leather shoes, a black leather belt, a black tie and a white shirt and he had a red rosebud pinned to the suit jacket.

"You're a really good dancer," Margaret said.

"Thank you," Murphy said with a nod.

"Do you think he's still angry with me about the rope?" she asked, glancing at Connor.

"Nah. He's fine."

"What about you? Do you still think of me as your jailer?" she asked and he stopped dancing.

"I never…"

"I heard you tell Louisa that's what you think I am."

"Shit," he whispered, lowering his head. She lifted his chin when she saw the same miserable look she had seen in the photograph of Connor on a horse and she lightly rubbed her knuckle under his chin.

"Like I told Connor, if I was the heartless monster you think I am…"

"I never called you that."

"If I was…," she continued while they started dancing again. "I would have never allowed Louisa to come with us. I wouldn't have had her killed. I would have just left her behind."

"That wouldn't've worked."

"Connor told me the same thing. Speaking of him, he wouldn't have his marital arts instructor if I was just your jailer. Romeo would still be in prison. And you wouldn't have your motorcycle."

"What would we be doing?"

"You would be training, going to briefing and debriefing meetings and going on mission."

"That's it?"

"Yes. The only downtime you would have is when you were injured. And even then, you would be being briefed or debriefed for missions."

Murphy frowned as he blinked his eyes a few times then he looked at her.

"That sucks," he said.

"Do you want to know why I don't let you go with Louisa when she goes on assignments?"

"Nah, I figured out why. Connor an' I have made a lot of enemies. A lot of fuckers wanna kill us. If I went with her, someone might recognize me an' they'll kill me. Or they'll kill her t'get back at me. Or both."

"You're right."

"Th'thing is…. Th'thing is I need t'get away sometimes. An' I want t'go somewhere with her. Jus' like Connor would like t'go somewhere with you."

"I see."

"Got any ideas on how we can do that?"

"You ask me," she said and his eyes slightly widened. "Believe it or not, the people we work for do have places where we can go and relax without fear of being discovered."

"Fuck," he whispered and she lightly patted his shoulder.

"So, are we friends now?"

"Family," he said and she felt a small tug in her chest.

"Hey, Murphy, come have a look at this!" Connor called out as they saw Connor and Louisa standing next to the cake table and Murphy and Margaret walked to them. On the table was a five-tier wedding cake with some sheet cakes on either side and on the top were two small brides and two small grooms. They were made of molding chocolate and molding chocolate flowers were scattered around the cake.

"Nice," Murphy said as he looked up at the small brides and the small grooms.

"Do you see what the grooms are doing?" Louisa asked. He moved two steps to the left when he saw one small groom was holding out his right arm while the other small groom held out his left arm and he could just see the tiny guns in their hands. The small grooms were also wearing sunglasses, black sweaters, black pants, black boots, black gloves and black Navy peacoats.

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?"

"Pretty cool, hunh?" Connor asked and Murphy nodded.

"They're edible," Margaret said.

"They are?" Murphy asked and she nodded.

"Cool," Connor said when he moved his finger to scoop up some icing and he tapped Margaret's shoulder Turning, she gasped when he dabbed some icing on the tip of her nose then he kissed the tip of her nose and she laughed. Shrugging, Murphy pulled Louisa into his arms as she slid her arms around his neck and they kissed.