Katie woke the next morning knowing where she was and feeling rather human. It was amazing how much she'd missed that feeling. Her head still ached but she knew where Connor had put the Tylenol from the day before. She was free to leave her room. Free to wander. Free to leave. She'd have to get used to this again.

Getting up, she moved over to the clothes she'd hand washed the night before. They were worn and there were still a few stains she couldn't get out, but they were clean. Reaching into her sock, she pulled out the folded wad of cash. She'd had it with her in New York and had somehow managed to keep it hidden in her bra the entire time they'd held her in that warehouse. She flipped through the bills and counted it again. Six hundred. Enough to get some new clothes. Enough to hide and save, just in case. In case she needed to start over. She just hoped she wouldn't need to start over again too soon. Grabbing the pile of clothes, she flung last night's towel over her shoulder and headed to the bathroom.

Her list of things she needed to get grew while she showered. The guys had shampoo but no conditioner. They had bar soap but nothing else. And she had absolutely no toiletries.

"Absolutely pathetic." She muttered as she dressed quickly. She headed down to the kitchen and was only slightly surprised to find that she was the only one up. Neither Connor nor Murphy had even begun winding down when she had finally gone to bed. It had been several hours later before she heard both of their whispered voices moving down the hallway where she assumed their room was. She couldn't help but wonder where Da slept. She hoped she hadn't taken his bed.

Katie made coffee, but still no one in the apartment woke up. After a little while of waiting, she knew if she was going to get anything done, she would have to leave soon.

Sighing, she pulled out a scrap of paper from the notebook on the counter and grabbed a pen.

Morning,

I went to get a few things

but I should be back in a few hours.

Katie

She used the sole magnet on the fridge to hold the note up. After looking around and checking the money in her pocket, Katie quietly walked out and shut the door. The light was bright outside and she winced as her headache grew. Her eyes darted up and down the street and forced herself to relax. No one could find her here. Those who saw her, who knew her, had been killed. She took a deep breath and started on her way.

Boston was a lot bigger than she'd thought it would be. It took her three stops for directions to find her way to the public library. They'd have the newspapers she needed.

It took her only fifteen minutes to find the article announcing Janie's kidnapping. She knew her own would be of little consequence. She'd been gone for five weeks now. She'd lost count somewhere along the way. God, she'd been gone for five weeks. Scrolling forward, she searched for mention of Janie being found, or even of Janie's death. Nothing was mentioned.

"It's only been two days." She muttered as another article caught her eye. 'Real thing or copycat? Saints strike again', the headline read. Narrowing her eyes she read further down. It mentioned a warehouse. The warehouse? She leaned closer to the screen. Five guys had been killed. There was evidence of hostages who could not be found

"Oh my God." It was the warehouse. Her warehouse. The saints? They were the Saints. She was living with the Saints.

It all made sense. That was what Da had meant when he'd asked what she would do with the knowledge. It hadn't occurred to her that they could be the Saints. She rubbed a hand over her face and leaned back in her chair. After a moment, she leaned forward again. It was time she figured out everything she could about them.

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The door was still partially open when she finally got back to the apartment. Angry tones could be heard from inside, but her arms were too weighed down by shopping bags to stop and wait. Sighing, she nudged the door open further and entered the apartment.

"Ya're an idiot, Connor."

"And yer a fuckin' genius yerself, huh?"

"How was I supposed to fuckin' know he was there?"

"Use your eyes, like everybody else has learned to."

Both Connor and Murphy were sitting at the kitchen table, continuing their argument loud enough neither heard her enter. She set her bags down harder than normal, in an attempt to get them to realize she was there and to stop arguing.

Connor leaned his head around the half-wall to the kitchen and muttered a curse as he got up.

"Where in God's name have ya been?"

Katie just frown at him. "I had some errands to run."

"So ya just left without us? Ye were a hostage only days ago and then ya feel free to wonder Boston by yerself?"

"Connor, I left a note. You two were asleep." She sighed and moved past him into the kitchen. It was then that she caught sight of the blood and bruising of Murphy's face. "Murph! Are you okay?"

He batted her hands away as she tried to get a closer look.

"I'm fuckin' fine. Where'd ya go?"

"Errands, like I said. You need ice on this." She moved over to the freezer and poked her head in.

"How many bags are there out there?"

"A few. I went shopping. Here, Murph, put this over your eye. It might keep it from puffing up."

"Shopping? All this because ye went fuckin' shoppin'?"

"All what?" Katie turned to look at Connor. Her jaw dropped. "Wait, this happened to Murphy because I left without you?"

"No." The twins said in unison but Katie still felt her hands shaking as she lifted the ice up to look at the still bleeding cut above Murphy's right eyebrow.

"Then what happened?"

"We had our own errands ta do." Murphy phrased carefully. She realized they didn't know she had talked to Da about it.

"Oh, so ya had a job." She nodded and then looked around. "Bandages? Rubbing alcohol? I know you've got to have this stuff."

When she got no answer, she finally looked up and saw Connor was watching her closely. "What do ye know about our jobs?"

"I just know about them. Remember, I was there."

"Just how much do you remember?" Murphy asked and she glanced down at him. Sighing, she raised her hand to her forehead. Her head was starting to throb again.

"Connor, first aid kit, please."

Silently, he grabbed a white box off the top of the fridge and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

"How much do ye know?"

Katie walked to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. Thinking about how much to divulge, she run it under the water. Moving back to Murphy, she carefully wiped the blood away and was pleased to see it had stopped bleeding.

"More than you think I know, I guess." She reached over and put some of the rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. "Murph, this might sting a little."

He didn't react as she cleaned the wound, only stared up at her waiting.

"I trusted you guys. Now it's your turn to trust me. I'm not about to turn you in." They remained silent as she put a larger band-aid over his eyebrow. Sighing again, she turned and put everything back into the kit before handing it back to Connor who took it without a word. "Look, I'm going to go take my bags to my room…wait, where does Da sleep?"

"In the chair, in the living room."

"Did I steal his bed?"

Connor shook his head. "No, he never used it. Says it's bad for his back."

"Oh." Shaking her head slightly, she moved to walk out of the kitchen but felt a hand grab her arm.

"Wait." Murphy's voice made her look down. He was holding the wet washcloth in his other hand. "Ye have me blood on yer fuckin' forehead."

"What?" Katie crinkled her forehead and looked up. He just smirked at her and used a clean area of the cloth to wipe it off.

"Thanks, Nightingale."

"Yeah, watch out for those fists from behind next time."

"Wait, how'd ye know?"

Katie turned back to him and pointed at his knuckles. "No new damage. So you didn't get a chance to hit back." She then grabbed Connor's hand and held it up for Murphy to see. "Slight damage." With a smile, she walked past a still frowning Connor and grabbed her bags.

She was halfway through unloading them when she felt someone watching her from the doorway. Looking behind her, she was only slightly surprised to see Connor with Murphy not far behind him.

"Yes?"

"Where'd you get the money?"

Katie laughed and tried not to be offended. She knew they'd wonder. But if she had her own, she wasn't about to ask them for some.

"Before I left New York, I was given money to 'invest'. Then I got grabbed. Fortunately, I'd chosen to hide it in a place they never tried to look." Connor raised an eyebrow at her. She just smiled and turned away. "I hid it in my bra."

She heard a clearing throat behind her and a half laugh. Murphy spoke up. "What else do ye hide in your bra?"

Turning back, she shook her head and grinned at him. "Nothing. I usually don't even keep money there. I was just lucky I did this time. Lucky in more ways than one. You guys live like such…well, guys."

"What?" Connor asked this time.

"I had to get conditioner, something besides just bar soap; you guys don't even have lotion here. I think I've seen more beer in this apartment than anything else. Besides, I needed more than one change of clothing." She looked back over at them. "Oh, and I also got a job."

Connor raised an eyebrow again. "A job?"

"Yeah, an actual job. Some bar was hiring. What money I have left won't last forever."

"I can't see ye working for a bar, Katie."

"Yeah, ye don't see much like a barmaid ta me." Murphy agreed quickly.

"It's money. And it's a sweet old guy who owns it. It might be fun."

"Where is it?"

"Eh, I don't know. A couple blocks west, I think. McGinty's."

The two exchanged grins.

"McGinty's?"

"Sweet old guy, my ass."

Katie smiled and tilted her head at them. "You know this place?"

They laughed again. Connor ran a hand through his hair before he answered.

"Yeah, you might say we know that place."

"Figures. The one Irish bar I run into and you 'know that place'. Will it hurt my job if I mention you two?"

Murphy laughed again. "No, ye'd probably be fuckin' set for life. Doc has a soft spot for us."

Katie folded the last shirt and set it on the bed before turning back to them.

"So where's Da?"

Murphy shrugged and looked at Connor who mirrored his movements before speaking. "He takes off for a little while after each job we do. Don't know where. But he'll be back late tonight, I'm sure."

"So, not for supper though?"

They both shook their head. Nodding, Katie shooed them out of the doorway and moved down to the kitchen. She rolled her eyes as they followed her again.

"I can't believe ye're working at McGinty's." Murphy's voice echoed down the hallway.

"Get used to it. He's going to show me around the bar tomorrow before they open and I start work the next night."

"I think we need to make a trip ta McGinty's, Connor."

"Aye. If we can go there without getting caught."

Katie turned to see Connor sit down and grab the remote. He flipped it to some Western movie as Murphy moved over to sit at the other end of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"That's kind of where it all started."

"What? Oh. OH. The Russians."

"Wait, how do you know about the Russians?" Murphy frowned over at her. Katie leaned against the door jam and met his stare.

"I didn't just go shopping today."

"Ye went looking for info on us?"

"No, on me. Remember, I'm still missing according to everyone else. But the only mention of that night was of 'Saint copycats.'"

"Copycats." Connor made a face but continued staring at the screen.

"Isn't there someone ye should tell that ye aren't missing anymore?" Murphy asked after a moment of silence. She dropped her gaze to the floor. "Like any family?

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"How can you not know?" Connor asked quietly.

"I don't know if he even knows I'm missing."

"Who is he?" Murphy asked this time. Katie smiled slightly up at them.

"Do you realize you switch back and forth with questions? Or is that just natural?"

"Who is he?" Murphy asked again.

"My brother."

"Then ye definitely need ta call him."

"I haven't talked to him in nearly two years."

"Doesn't matter. Call him. Trust us. He'll want to know."

Knowing what Murphy was saying was right, Katie just sighed and nodded. She got up and walked into the kitchen to find something for supper. After less than a minute and a quick search of all available food storage areas, she leaned against the counter with a small smile

"Just how is it you guys eat here? There's barely anything but beer, coffee and some questionable looking milk." She called out to them.

Connor laughed. "We don't. We eat at that diner usually."

"Yeah, last night was unusual that we had food in the apartment."

"And you waited until now to tell me this?"

There was no answer, just the sound of shooting coming from the television.

"Okay, I give in. I'll just go shopping tomorrow. Let's go to the diner." Katie laughed as she walked into the living room and saw that both guys were already at the door with coats and shoes on. They both gave her the same smile.

"'Bout time ye came ta that conclusion." Connor shook his keys at her.

She held up a finger. "Hold on. Let me grab my coat." She came out after a second, pulling on a light yellow hooded jacket.

Murphy grinned at her. "Let's go, Ducky." She reached out and smacked his arm.

"Fuck off, Murph."

Connor reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could hit him again. He turned her hand over and dropped something metal into it. Katie looked down and saw it was a key.

"Hey, thanks!"

"Yeah, now ye can leave without us worryin' that you'll be locked out."

"That'll be nice. Thanks."

"Oh, well. It at least stopped ye two from fighting."

"Like you two never fight." She laughed and walked further ahead.