"I'll Keep It with Mine" by Bob Dylan

"Let me get this straight," Klaus sipped his coffee thoughtfully, "you want to go right to the source of the problem and have all of the bosses killed there."

"More or less," I said. Connor and Murphy exchanged glances while Romeo ate a piece of toast.

"That sounds like suicide."

"You have a better idea?"

"It's not my area of expertise." He looked at the twins. "Technically, that's yours."

"That is essentially what we do," Connor admitted. "Find the bad guys, kill the bad guys, and move on with our lives."

"How have you managed to stay alive this long?"

"Luck o' the Irish," Connor and Murphy grinned proudly. Klaus groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"You have no organized method to anything, do you?"

"Not really," Murphy admitted. "Just kind of do what God tells us to."

Klaus looked up at me to see if they were joking. I shook my head to say they weren't and he groaned again.

"We had a four hour long discussion about you and how you had such finesse in your jobs." I could tell Klaus' idea of the Saints had just shattered.

"Something must've gotten lost in translation, aye?" Connor grinned at Murphy, who looked just as pleased with himself.

"Arschmaden," Klaus muttered to himself as he got up for more coffee. I nearly spit mine out at his comment and tried not to laugh at the tall, surly German calling the twins 'ass maggots' for having his well incubated ideas turned upside down.

"We've been called worse," Murphy shrugged. "But how are we supposed to find out where Concezio Yakavetta is?"

"Eunice, maybe," I offered. "She might find something in the FBI database."

"Worth a shot." I stood with a stretch. "I'll give her a call and see what I can find out."

"I'll go with ye. Could use a smoke." Murphy followed me outside, my jacket in his hand. "It's cold."

I smiled softly at him, allowing him to hold it for me so that I could put it on. He kissed me on the cheek before leading the way downstairs. I watched him for a second, thinking of how happy I was that we got a second chance to be together. Even if it's complicated.

Eunice showed up at the apartment a few hours after I had called her. Instead of her typical put together business suit, she was in an outfit that reminded me of a modern cowgirl. "I figured I'd dress for the occasion!" Eunice said, delighted, when I stared at her after answering the door.

"I keep telling Cec to dress for the occasion but she's no fun," Connor grinned, shouldering me affectionately. I rolled my eyes. He and Murphy were in their usual all dark attire while Romeo was wearing normal clothes: jeans, a white tanktop, and a belt with a rather large buckle. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, and no accessories.

Eunice looked me over. "That won't do. What do I have to work with here?"

Murphy pointed to the corner where we kept our clothes. "Those are mine and hers."

The redhead nodded, sashaying over to the corner and beginning to rummage through our things. She threw her hands up after a few minutes. "Do you have anything that isn't a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, or something that makes you look like you're going to be rolling around in dirt all day?"

"They're practical," I defended myself. She gave me a look that clearly told me she was aware of such but did not approve. Then she started rummaging through Murphy's clothes while he was picking on Connor.

"A ha! This I can work with." She held up a black shirt that had a bunch of rips and tears in it. I recognized it immediately after she threw it at me. It was a shirt I had thought that I had lost when moving to Germany. I had kept it specifically for wearing on stage during our gigs.

"I was wondering where that got to," I studied it before looking to Murphy for answers. He turned a bit pink while Connor looked absolutely delighted by this development.

"Ye kept her shirt for almost ten years, ye weirdo!"

"I thought she might want it," Murphy tried to defend himself, slapping Connor lightly.

"Then why do ye still have it?" Connor retaliated, slapping Murphy on the chest. And then they were bickering and trying to kill one another.

"I started something?" Eunice questioned.

"No, they're twins and Irish," I said, unconcerned. "Is anything else of mine in there? I lost my favorite guitar pick back then, too." I reached for the bag, causing Murphy to dive across the room and throw himself on it before I could even touch it. He looked like a cat protecting its favorite ball of yarn while being threatened with a spray bottle. I raised my eyebrows, fighting back a laugh. "What're you doing there, Murph?"

"I've got porn," he blurted out.

"Uh huh, I'll just go put this on." Eunice had gone back to checking my bags and made a delighted noise once more as she pulled out a belt. She handed it to me.

"Wear this, too."

I reached out and took it, smiling sadly at it. It was Rocco's.

"That's Rocco's," Connor observed, surprised.

"Yeah, I have one of his necklaces, too. His mom mailed them to me after I moved to Germany."

There was a knock on the door as Klaus returned from going to his hotel to change. He noticed what I was holding and did his best to decipher my mood. I had cried like a baby when I opened the package and read the letter she sent about it. She had died a few years later, but I had made sure to call her every other week to check in up until she died. Rocco's death hit her hard. I think it hit all of us hard.

"I'll go change," I said softly before going back behind the screen. Eunice followed, standing a bit off to the side so she wasn't directly watching me. The boys all began a tentative conversation, trying to clear the energy in the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she began.

"No, you wouldn't have known." I pulled my t-shirt over my head and slipped the other one on. It still fit somehow.

"No, I'm insensitive sometimes." I undid my belt and draped it over the screen.

"And I'm too sensitive sometimes. It's fine, Eunice. Give yourself some credit, you can't know everything just by reading someone's file."

I came out from behind the screen as I buckled Rocco's belt.

"That looks better," Eunice approved. "It's a better look for you. Not quite as plain or serious." She handed me a wig I hadn't noticed she had placed on the folding screen at some point. I took it, examining it. It was black and choppy with a thick, heavy fringe. I've never seen myself with dark hair. I've always kept it red.

I shook my head before going back over to my bag, pulling out a golden crucifix necklace. After looking at it for a few seconds, I decided to wear it, too. It brought me more comfort than I thought it would.

"Looks good on ye, Cec," Connor smiled, throwing an arm around me. Murphy slipped his arm around my waist on the other side, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I am right here, ye twat." Connor slapped Murphy upside the head, who promptly retaliated by slapping Connor on the forehead.

"You're both twats," I declared before slipping out of both of their arms and standing beside Eunice and Klaus.

"Alright children," Eunice cleared her throat. "Everyone know the plan?"

"Show up, kill people, go home?" Romeo offered hopefully.

"Close," Klaus said slowly.

"Cecilia and I will show up as entertainment."

"Won't they recognize her?" Romeo asked, pointing at me. I held up the wig and gave it a little shake. "Oh, smart."

"I know," Eunice winked at him. "Then Klaus and Romeo will pretend to deliver some food."

"And we'll come in through a window," Connor nodded.

"And we end this," Murphy agreed. Klaus and I exchanged glances.

"It's on like the 20th floor, how are you getting in through a window?" I questioned.

"We have a rope," the twins said in unison as if it was the most logical thing.

"Of course, how silly of me," I said slowly. "Just don't get yourselves killed doing some fancy theatrical bullshit."

"Nah," they grinned, clearly looking forward to giving me a heart attack.

"Alright, let's get going before it's too late and our timing is off," Eunice said cheerfully. "Here, I'll help with the wig in the car. You'll ride with me."

"The rest with me," Klaus nodded.

Murphy kissed me as we started to split up, then became very serious and held my hand tightly. "I love ye, be careful and stay near Eunice."

"I love you, too," I nodded. "Be careful. All of you." The other three nodded. Murphy didn't let go of my hand until it slipped out of his grasp as Eunice and I walked out the door.

Once we were in her car, she helped me pin up my hair and put the wig on so that it looked natural. Then she handed me her makeup bag. "Put on some lipstick and some sultry eyeshadow. Look like you're trying too hard," she instructed. I complied, thankful for the distraction, and thought again of my dad telling me that idle hands were the devil's playthings. I wonder how idle his hands were and how often. Maybe Mom will tell me the truth some day. We just have to live through the night.