A/N: A bit short, but I was afraid of death threats. Not that this is going to help me any... :)

"Fuck!" Sara's muttered voice became louder and Katie looked up from the notepad in front of her. She glanced around the library quickly before frowning across the table at Sara.

"Keep it down, genius. We're in a fuckin' public place here."

Sighing heavily, Sara raised her eyes to Katie. "I can't find my fuckin' phone."

"Holy shit, Batman, a national emergency."

"Katie." Glaring at her, Sara pushed her purse back onto the table. "It was in there when we left my office. Think I left it at Smecker's office?"

"Well, considering we left there over two hours ago, I'd say he should've found it by now. And he would've called me if he'd found it. Where else could you have lost it?"

"McGinty's or Subway. Wait, maybe it fell out when Tommy dropped it."

"Well, let's just stop by there when we get finished here."

"Why don't you call? See if they even have it."

Glancing at the clock above the front desk, Katie shook her head. It was a little after four. Even on a Thursday, the bar would be beginning to get busy with their pre-five o'clock rush right about now. "There's no way they'll hear the phone now."

"Well, I think we are pretty much done anyway. As far as we can go. Especially now that Smecker is demanding approval before we do anything."

"If anyone contacts you. Besides, Paul's watching our backs here. We're pretty lucky he didn't take this off our hands as it is. That was the bad part about getting him involved."

Sara made a face. "It's my fucking project. What is it with these guys?"

"They care. And unfortunately, that gives them the right to at least speak their mind about things." Sighing, Katie slid the notepad back to Sara, who slipped it into her purse.

"This is good. I feel good about this now that we've got it this far."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. And Paul said he'd have those fake files into the computer by tomorrow. Jack and Bryan O'Malley will be available for mafia interest soon and that means that our guys can finally find some relief." Biting her lip, Katie met Sara's gaze. "I just wish it could be like that permanently."

"Even we're not that good. I just hope they know what they're doing, Katie." Slapping her hands onto the chair arms, Sara pushed herself out of her seat. She led the way out of the library and Katie followed silently.

As they reached the bright late afternoon light, Katie pulled out her cell phone to turn the sound back on. She'd turned it off when they'd arrived at the library. Frowning, she stopped and leaned closer when she saw that she had a missed call. "Hummm…Murphy called."

"What about?"

Katie grinned. "I don't know. He didn't leave a message. Probably just calling me back."

"Better late than never. Hope he didn't try my cell too."

"Fuck, I doubt it. I'm surprised he even called me back."

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Smecker ran the side of his thumb across his bottom lip again as he stared at the far wall in front of him. He shouldn't be sitting at his desk. He shouldn't be in his office. He should be with the Saints. Helping them. Making sure they don't get themselves into more trouble.

But he was stuck. Stuck by the lie he had to uphold in the life he currently lived. His real life had become the one where he could help the Saints. And in an ironic twist, his life as an agent had become his false life, his personal undercover operation. Even with his training to hold his position no matter what, it took all of his might not to run to the warehouse to burst in with guns blazing alongside the Saints. Alongside his makeshift family.

The door to his office flew open and he raised his eyes, prepared to verbally assault the idiot who dared to interrupt him. But he paused when he saw it was Peter Shafer, his eyes wide and hair sticking up at all angles. And all Smecker could think was that Katie's brother knew.

"Peter."

"Agent Smecker." He breathed in heavily and shut the door behind him. Leaning against it, he kept his eyes fixed on Smecker's face.

Sighing, Smecker stood up and stepped to the side of his desk. "Peter, you should sit down. I'll give you all the details."

"No, I've got to fill you in first. They've set a trap."

"I know, Peter. They've got them already. But the McManuses are doing all they can to find them and bring them home safely."

"The McManuses?" Peter frowned at him, stepping away from the door. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Sara…and possibly Katie. They might have been taken this afternoon by the mafia."

Shaking his head, Peter's eyes widened and focused on a spot across the room. "No fucking way. No. The trap wasn't for the girls. That much I understood."

"What are you talking about, Peter? What did you hear?"

"The trap. Fuck, the trap is for the Saints, Smecker. And it's in process right now. And my cover is useless now. But we've got to find them."

The air caught in Smecker's throat as he stared at Peter, and the sound of his heart thudding in his chest was suddenly the loudest thing in the room. The trap was for the Saints. "Goddammit, Peter. And they just walked right fucking into it."

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Katie had never seen McGinty's closed before. At least not this close to happy hour. But the sign was up and the windows were dim. Something deep within her gut urged her to try the door anyway and she was surprised when it opened slowly. Sharing a puzzled look with Sara, they both entered but stayed close together.

It was quiet. Without the laughing and talking, the pub seemed dead and Katie had to fight the crawling tension that spread upwards from her lower back. Something was wrong.

"Christ, I hope Doc's okay." She kept her voice low and glanced back at Sara, who nodded slowly.

"Yeah, this place didn't even close last time he had heart problems. This can't be a good sign."

Her gut twisted at the echo-like quality to their quiet whispers against the wood walls. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and leaned her hands on the bar. "Doc? Tommy? Hello?"

A slight creak answered her from the back room but no words were called out in response. Images of an unconscious Doc pressed into her brain and Katie moved around the bar. Or it could be a break-in. But why would the bar be closed? Waving her hand, she motioned for Sara to stay up behind the bar as she checked the back room.

Her shoes made slight scuffing sounds against the wood but there was still no sound of a response. Easing around the corner, a sudden movement made her jump. Swallowing her scream, she let out a long sigh when she saw it was just Tommy staring up at the shelves of supplies. Katie crossed her arms over her chest. "Tommy?"

He turned quickly, frowning and seeming surprised to see her. "Katie? What are you doing here?"

"Ah…Sara forgot her phone. I came back to get it. Didn't you hear me call out?"

Shaking his head slowly, he gave her a funny look. "No."

How could he have not heard me? I heard the floor creak clearly from out there. Tilting her head, she continued to look at him. "Why is the bar closed?"

"Oh….ah, Doc had another heart attack. He's in the hospital. They're holding him overnight."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, he'll be fine."

"Well, why are you here? And why isn't the bar open?"

"He, ah…he told me not to open it. Wanted to open himself again once he got back out." Tommy shrugged and gave her a half smile before moving toward her. Katie stepped back into the hallway, making room for him to pass her and go up to the bar.

She narrowed her eyes at him as he shut the storeroom door. "Tommy, why are you lying to me?" The words slipped out before she could stop them, but by the look in his eyes, she knew she was right. I knew that couldn't be true. Murphy would've left a message if that was true.

"I'm not."

"You just did it again. Where is Doc? What the fuck is going on here?"

Glaring down at her, Tommy shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned forward. "You think you are so smart. You all think you are so much better than me." The gun slipped out of his pocket and into her face before she realized his hands had even moved. "And now I'm going to prove that you are all just a bunch of fucking idiots."

"Tommy." Her voice had gotten higher, but she could barely hear it over the rushing sound in her head as she stared at the black metal that was barely a foot from her face.

"They thought they could get around the law. And they thought they could escape the mafia. But they can't get around me."

"Put the gun down, Tommy" Katie forced herself to concentrate on the face behind the gun, blurring the gun out of focus. The images of the hands were back, covering her vision and she blinked hard. Just metal and plastic.

"For ten fucking years I've watched them win over Doc and win over this entire fucking neighborhood. At first it was because they were from the homeland. And then they fucking convinced people they were practically fucking godly. And just when you think fucking killing people would prove to everybody what they truly are, these fucking idiots make them the Saints. Their fucking words just pave their path in gold and nobody…fucking nobody would listen to me." He paused finally in his rants and waved the gun in her face.

Closing her eyes briefly against the bile rising in her throat, Katie fought at the fear that was clawing to get out of her. Her eyes were opened again quickly and focused on the gun. Just plastic and metal, Katie. Metal and plastic. Fuck, Murph, this metal and plastic is going to kill me! The lump in her throat began to cut off her breathing.

"Look what it takes to get someone to listen to me. Katie, look!" His words brought her back to staring at his face and the gun moved again. He smiled slowly. "Exactly. It takes a gun. You're listening to me now, aren't you?"

Swallowing hard, she nodded slowly. "Yeah, Tommy. I'm listening. But how is this going to help you?"

"You're past helping me, Katie. You coming here just saved me tracking you down. Because, I knew you were starting to figure me out. That whole question thing about New York didn't work with me. Because I knew I slipped up that day. And you just couldn't forget it, like I hoped you would."

"I couldn't let you continue…" The words stuck in her throat and she just stared at him. Her mind was beginning to move beyond the gun, despite the fact that it was there, taunting her, now less than ten inches away. She was right. He was the leak. The fucking mole.

"It's so cute. How you think you can save them. Well, fuck, Katie. It's beyond your control now."

Her lips parted slightly but she could find no words as she watched him grin even more. Beyond my control? What has he done? "What did you do, Tommy?"

"It was so sweet. They think they're saving you and Sara." He laughed softly. "Humm, I guess that kind of makes you the cause of their death. That almost makes me want to leave you alive. But you just know too much. And the sad part is that I think I might have liked you in other circumstances."

"I would've hated you no matter what. What did you do to them?" She managed to bite off the words, the gun no longer her sole focus. They are going to get caught. Fuck, we've got to find them. We. Sara. Where is Sara? Biting her lip, she continued to look up at Tommy, working hard to keep only the fear on her face. She had to keep him talking, keep him distracted. Had to keep him from finding Sara. She couldn't have anyone else getting hurt because of her.

"I've led the Yakavetta's to them. It's in their hands now. Although, you might be able to imagine what might happen next. You were held the very same place by the very same family."

The warehouse. She could still smell the stale mold and a shiver danced down her spine. And she knew that what she'd experienced was nothing compared to what they'd do to the McManuses. She had to get away. Had to do something.

But her planning was cut short as Tommy pressed the cold metal of the gun against her forehead. "I can't stay here much longer. So, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you now." There was some surprising regret in his eyes as his thumb reached back to cock the gun.

His thumb never made it, instead pausing only a whisper away before Tommy crumbled in slow motion in a shower of glass and liquid. A sob caught in Katie's throat as she threw herself out of the way and the gun fell to the ground with a clatter. A pale Sara stood over his body, a half broken bottle in her shaking fist. Whiskey permeated the air around them.

Katie raised a shaking hand to her mouth to cover the sob as her eyes met Sara's. They both just stared at each other silently for a moment. Then Sara stepped forward and Katie found herself in a tight embrace. She kept her eyes on the still breathing but unconscious Tommy.

"I'm sorry. I was so scared. Oh, God, Katie." The words came out all jumbled and trembling but Katie found she could only nod into Sara's shoulder. The lump had closed off her throat but the tears wouldn't come.

The warehouse. The Saints. They had to get to them. They had to save them. Rubbing her hand quickly down Sara's back, she pulled away and swallowed hard. "We need to go."

"Fuck, they were fucking trapped because of us." Sara pressed her lips together and tears filled her eyes. "We have to get them out, Katie."

"I know, Sara. We will. But let's get out of here first." Her words sounded brave but Katie could barely think. Her heart felt like it was clenched in a fist and her mind was struggling with the new information. The warehouse. A trap. The Saints. Glancing down, her eyes fell on the gun that had flipped away from Tommy's right hand.

Reaching down, her fingers closed around it and she had to fight the temptation not the throw it. They would need it. Stuffing it into her purse, an idea began to form in her head and she raised her eyes back to Sara.

"I know that look." She sniffed.

Katie pressed her lips together for a moment. "We might be able to do something."

"Okay." Sara nodded slowly and Katie saw she was beginning to work past the fear. She wiped the tears away, following her away from Tommy and back up toward the bar. "What are you thinking?"

"I think I know a way I can get in there. And if I get in there, there's a chance I can get them out. I know that warehouse."

"Okay." Sara pushed open the door and they stepped outside into the light. Neither of them thought again about Tommy, now that they had the gun and now that the Saints needed them. "Okay, so how are you planning on getting in, Katie? And what can I do?"

"Well, you can keep the car running. Be our getaway driver. Because we're going to need it. And…" Katie raised her eyes up to look straight at Sara. "And I'm going to need to borrow your mini skirt again."