A/N: I hope this isn't too rough, but I had a hell of a time getting this written. :) But it's done and the next chaper should be easier and longer! I've learned not to procrastinate anymore!

Murphy's soft chuckle resonated through the silent church as he spoke to Da. Connor watched, knowing that they were both doing their best to hang onto the moment's peace in light of Sara's news. He tightened his arms around her and she leaned back against him, her head turned at such an angle that he knew she was watching them as well.

"Your brother seems to be doing better." There was a smile in her voice. Connor grinned.

"Aye, he does. Stage two of traumatic stress Murphy." His words were teasing, but Connor felt the same sense of relief that Murphy did. He, however, didn't feel the need to explode with it like his twin.

But their Katie was okay. He smiled again at the thought of it, the pressure in his chest and behind his eyes nearly gone. And he knew the relief he was feeling was only a fraction of what Murphy was feeling. And it was evident in the relaxed set of his brother's shoulders and at his quick laughter punctuating Da's statements.

And Connor now took it in wordlessly, enjoying the crisp joy of the moment, because he knew harder moments were still to come for them all. Especially Murphy. They had only made it through the first large hill of a possibly dramatic rollercoaster ride. It was still unknown just how long Katie's recovery might take. And all but Sara were yet to see her in her current state.

It would hit Murphy hard when he saw her in that bed, wounded and in pain. Connor knew from experience after watching Murphy himself heal from a gunshot wound in the side only six months before. There was little worse than watching his twin suffer all the while knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

The only thing worse for Murphy would have been losing her and that thought would only keep him going so long. So Connor knew they were going to need to rally the support for them. And they would all feel better when they figured out just what exactly happened.

He shifted his head against Sara's and sighed. "Ye want ta tell me how ye found us?"

She moved her head to glance at him and met his eye. After a brief moment, she turned in his arms and placed her hands on his chest. "If you tell me how you got trapped first."

Connor nodded slowly, feeling the twisting in his gut as he stared down at her. He didn't want to tell her, didn't want to think about it. She would put part of the blame on herself, he knew, no matter what anyone else said. And that's what bothered him the most.

He had seen the guilt in her face as Murphy was crying before and he had known all of her tears had not been from relief. Hiding things to protect her was not going to help them. And protecting her from feelings she already felt was pointless. So, he knew they were just going to need to share everything, and then, deal with it together.

Sara pressed her lips to his gently, putting her hand on his cheek. "It's best for both of us to know everything." The expression on her face told him she was just as reluctant to share and he realized that all of her story might not be the easiest to hear. Or the easiest to tell. Squeezing her hand, he nodded.

"Aye, it's for the best."

"Let's get them over here then. I'm not repeating myself over and over again." Dropping her hand from Connor's face, she turned. "Murph, Da, come here."

Connor watched over the top of her head as his brother and Da exchanged looks before stepping toward them. The light feeling around them changed as their expressions grew weary.

"What's goin' on, lass?" Da's voice was soft and he directed his gaze at Sara, who glanced back at Connor. He nodded in response to her unasked question. He'd start first.

"We need ta get all the facts together. Figure out what the fuck happened."

Murphy lost all hint of his smile and he brought his thumb to his mouth to chew on, eyeing Connor.

Taking Sara's hand back into his, Connor looked at her. "It started when I got a call from yer phone. There was a scream and then the fuckin' call was ended. I thought they'd gotten ye." Her grip tightened on his and her thumb caressed the back of his hand. He could still feel the frantic feeling of worry and of panic, despite the fact that she stood in front of him, unharmed.

"My phone is missing, Conn. It wasn't with me-"

He nodded shortly, cutting her off because he knew he needed to get through the details. Needed to make her understand what happened. "Murphy made me call yer fuckin' work and yer home."

"I wanted ta make sure it wasn't a fuckin' trap. Guess that worked fuckin' well." Murphy gave a hard half-laugh and Connor glanced at him.

"Ye couldn't have known, Murph. Besides, we both fuckin' fell for it."

Da cleared his throat. "All of us fell for it." His eyes met Connor's and after a hesitation, he took over. "These two came ta McGinty's lookin' fer me. And Doc told us about someone seein' ye bein' carried inta the warehouse."

"Wait, how the fuck did that happen then?" Murphy's voice was soft and his eyes raised to Connor's again. "How did someone see somethin' that didn't fuckin' happen?"

"Did Tommy tell Doc that?" Sara eyes were wide and Connor glanced at her, connecting the dots. Ryan had made the call. Tommy's little brother. Tommy was involved.

"What the fuck?" Murphy's arms gestured widely and his wild gaze caught Connor's.

"Christ, the fuckin' man knows ever thin' about us." Da spoke softly and he could hear the disbelief in his voice.

Tommy was their fuckin' mole. Connor kept quiet despite the anger bubbling over inside of him. A bitter taste was in the back of his throat as he realized that Tommy was in the perfect position to screw them over. And he'd tried to. But just how involved was he? Clenching his free hand into a fist, he took a deep breath and looked at Sara. "I think it's time that ye told us yer details."

She just stared up at him for a moment and nodded slightly. Pursing her lips together, she turned her gaze to the far wall between Murphy and Da. "He's the fuckin' mastermind of this whole trap, I think. Katie had suspicions about him-"

"Suspicions?" Murphy's voice brought her eyes to him and she nodded. Connor could feel his brother tense. "What kind o' suspicions, Sara?"

"That he was the one leaking information. Something he'd said while you three were in New York kept bothering her, so she asked him about it in a round about way. We stopped at McGinty's on the way to lunch. That's how he got my phone, I'm guessing."

"How did he react to her questions, lass?"

Sara glanced at Da and gave a half shrug. "Nothing too memorable. He just played confused."

"And how did he get yer phone?" Connor kept his question quiet. She sighed and let go of his hand, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He knocked my fucking purse off the counter. Must have taken it then. And that's why we went back later. It was weird though, McGinty's was closed."

Connor furrowed his brow at her. "Closed? Ye sure it was closed?" She nodded slowly.

"McGinty's is never fuckin' closed." Murphy's eyes met his. Connor felt his heart skip a beat as he realized what that might mean. Where was Doc?

"Tommy told Katie that Doc had had another heart problem. That he was in the hospital and had told him to keep the bar closed until he was out."

"How'd ye talk ta Tommy if the bar was closed?"

Sara bit her lip and looked up at Connor. "The door was unlocked. But it was weird. Tommy was in the back room. He was acting odd and he let enough information slip out that we knew that you guys were at the warehouse." Her words spilled out fast and her eyes were on the floor.

Connor blinked and frowned at her. It couldn't have been that easy. She wasn't telling them everything.

She was upset. He could tell by the way that she held her arms so close to her, gripping her elbows tightly. Why wasn't she giving them the full story? Shifting his eyes upwards, he found himself looking at Murphy and it hit him. Something had happened. And she was trying to protect Murphy by not telling him. What the fuck had happened?

His heart warmed at the sweetness in the gesture, but he knew his brother would fare better knowing all the details. Connor began to figure out how to get her to tell them more but the tears in Sara's eyes stopped him as she looked up. Her gazed focused on the far wall again.

Her voice was thick and she spoke softly. "Katie knew how to get in to you guys. We were both terrified, but she calmly told me what we'd do. She would risk her ass and I would sit in the fucking car." There was a trace of bitterness there and Connor slipped his arm over her shoulder. He could feel her take a shuddering breath. "The next thing I knew, you three were running out to the car with her."

Connor swallowed hard and pulled her in to face him. She leaned her forehead on his chest and took another large breath. They were all silent for a moment.

"I want ta fuckin' know why." The anger put a sharp edge on Murphy's words and as Connor looked up over Sara's head, he could feel the emotions coming from him. But any words he might have spoke were interrupted by the sharp closing of a door inside the church. Father Mackelpenny stepped out into sight and he nodded at the group with a small smile.

"Are you three ready yet?" The priest's warm voice resonated around them and Murphy was the first to nod.

"I'll go first." His eyes met Connor's for a long moment before he nodded in return. Murphy knew there was more to Sara's story. And he would be looking for a report about it. Connor knew it was now up to him to draw the details from her. To find out just what happened between them and Tommy.

The doors of the confessional shut softly as Murphy and Father Mackelpenny stepped into their own sides. Da wandered further away from them, winding around to stand before the candle stand. After a long moment, Connor rubbed his hand over Sara's back.

"Ye wanna tell me the rest now?"

She glanced up at him quickly, her cheeks still wet with tears. "The rest?"

He wiped his thumb under her eyes gently. "Sara, please."

She was quiet for a moment before nodding. "I guess you should know. I just didn't want to upset Murphy even more."

Connor's arm over her shoulder tightened and he felt a nervous twisting in his gut as he stared down at her. "What the fuck happened?"

"Tommy didn't know I was there. And he knew Katie had suspicions about him. He had a fucking gun, Conn." Her voice was shaking again as she took a deep breath. "He held it to her fucking head and was spouting off some shit about you two and how everybody loves you and how you two think you're godly."

His head spun as his imagination took off on what might have happened and what could have happened. Forcing his anger down, he squeezed her shoulder lightly. But one look in her eyes told him that he hadn't hidden his emotions from her very well. She nodded slightly in understanding. Connor sighed.

"So, what happened once he had the gun on her?"

"She…she was trying to talk him down. I could hear their conversation from up at the bar and knew from the tone of her voice that something was wrong. I froze at first. When I looked around the corner, I fucking froze. The next thing I knew I had a whiskey bottle in my hand. He was going to kill her." Her voice began to hitch. "So I hit him over the fucking head with the bottle."

The tightness in his throat subsided as he stared at her for a moment. "Did ye break the fuckin' bottle?" She nodded in response.

He found himself smiling and he let out a small laugh before kissing her soundly on the lips. She fought a grin with tears shining in her eyes as she stared back up at him, confused.

"Good. Christ, I knew there was a bar fighter somewhere in there. And that's only a small part o' why I love ye, Sara."

"I love you, too, Connor." Her smile was gone and she put her arms around his neck, pressing her face against him.

"Hey, it's alright." He brushed his hand down the length of her hair and held her tightly to him with the other arm. "Ye're fine."

"No, it's not alright, Conn. In one night, I just about lost my best friend, twice. And…and I just about lost you." Her voice broke and she buried her face further into his neck.

The door to the confessional opened and Connor's eyes connected with Murphy. He knew that Murphy had read his expression as he nodded toward her. Instead of answering, Connor leaned back from Sara and looked down into her face. "I'm right here, Sara. Unharmed. Ye're not gonna lose me for a long time."

"You can't know that, Conn. It's a hell of lot more likely that I'll lose you sooner rather than later." It was the anger coming from her that surprised him the most. But Connor knew it wasn't directed at him. But it pushed him to realize what he needed to do. The answer was clear.

"Yes, I can. I'm done with all this." He kept his voice low and watched her eyes widen. She shook her head at him.

"You can't just say that, Connor. It's not like a fucking nine-to-fiver."

"Aye, but I can say that. And I have. I can't imagine I'm the only one that wants ta be done with this."

Sara shook her head. "No, I can't ask you to do something like this. This is your calling, Connor."

"Ye don't need ta ask. I've been thinkin' this way fer a while now. We've made our fuckin' point. There's got ta be another way ta keep goin' without continuin' down this path."

"Just make sure it's something you can live with. I'm not going to walk away if you stay a Saint." She kissed him gently and Connor wrapped his arms around her again. She pressed her lips against the warmth of his t-shirt, directly over his heart. "What makes you a Saint comes from here. And so does everything else that I love about you."

He kissed her then, pulling her tightly against her before deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed against him, making him sigh into her mouth. Someone cleared their throat nearby and Connor forced himself to pull apart from her.

Murphy stood a few feet away, watching them with an eyebrow raised. "Church."

"What?"

"Ye're in a fuckin' church. Keep the fuckin' foreplay to a minimum." He backed away as Connor moved to slap him upside the head and grinned at them both.

Sara let out a soft laugh and nodded toward the confessional as Da stepped out. "Maybe I should go in now."

"Ye're not even fuckin' catholic, Sara."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?"

Connor stared at her for a moment before slowly smiling. "Ye're a fuckin' catholic?"

"Well, here, on this side of the 'pond', we refer to ourselves as just plain catholic. Never fuckin' catholic." She moved toward the confessional. "All though it has been a few years since I've been to Mass. So who knows? Maybe they've changed things."

He watched her step inside and heard Murphy laugh softly from beside him. Connor took the opportunity to smack him in the back of the head. But as Murphy moved to fight back, Connor turned and looked at him, remembering what Sara had told him. His sudden change in mood wasn't lost on Murphy and his brother stilled, his eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"We need ta talk, Murph."

"So fuckin' talk."

"Not here." Connor glanced around and nodded to the side hallway not too far away. "Let's step out there."

Murphy eyed him closely before nodding. "Alright. Lead the fuckin' way."

Connor knew the peace they'd found in the church was about to be lost. But knowing everything was always preferable to even blissful ignorance.

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Murphy listened to Connor repeat the rest of Sara's story and clenched his fists to hide his anger. But the fury still trickled into his bloodstream, bringing another rush of adrenaline to him. He wanted to pace, but pacing wasn't enough. Katie's terrified expression stared at him each time he blinked and he found couldn't concentrate on Connor's words.

They had to do something. They had to find Tommy. He had to kill Tommy.

"Murph!" Connor's voice was sharp as he said his name and Murphy found himself staring into the semi-annoyed eyes of his brother.

"What?"

"Calm the fuck down. Ye won't do her any good if ye go flyin' off the fuckin' handle."

Murphy's held breath rushed out in a long sigh. "I'm fine."

"Ye not fuckin' fine. Yer fuckin' face is red and I can see yer fuckin' mind turnin' from here." Connor waved a hand at him. Murphy knocked it away from him and he could see his brother tense as not to react in kind. The lack of reaction only made him angrier.

"Fuck, and ye're not pissed yerself? The fuckin' vein on yer forehead is standin' out, Conn. So don't give me fuckin' lectures on stayin' calm. We need ta find him." It was easier for Murphy to be angry now, now that he had a person to focus on. The feeling of helplessness was past and now they needed to take action.

Connor clenched his teeth and after a long moment, nodded. "Ye're right."

"What?"

"I said ye're fuckin' right. Let's get Da and go. We need ta go ta McGinty's. Find Doc."

"What about Sara?" Murphy nodded toward the main part of the church.

"I need to get back to the hospital. I've been gone long enough." Her soft voice came from a few feet away and they both turned toward it. Murphy saw the weariness in her expression as she held up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just wanted to tell you that I'm heading there now."

Connor shook his head. "Ye're hardly eavesdroppin, Sara. We were fuckin' shouting' anyhow. I'll walk ye out." He held his hand out to her but she waved it away.

"I'll be fine."

"At least let me catch ye a cab." His voice was quiet and Murphy could still hear a hint of fear in it. His brother was still worried. And as Sara simply looked up at him and nodded, he realized that she could read his brother now too. Finally, someone came along who could see the hidden emotions of Connor.

Sara's gaze moved to him and Murphy found himself opening his arms as she stepped forward hesitantly. She grinned and hugged him. Kissing the top of her head, he caught his brother's bemused expression and smiled back. He let go and looked down at her. "Take care of her for me."

"I will. And maybe Smecker can find a way for you to see her."

"Maybe." He found that he was still able to smile, despite the aching in his heart. She was allowed to go back to Katie. To see her, to touch her. Swallowing hard, he knew he needed to see her soon. To continue to assure himself that she was alive and was going to be fine. Sara's word on her condition would only hold him for so long.

"He will. Or he'll face me." She grinned. "But I don't think it'll have to come to that."

"Let's hope not. I pity Smecker if it does." Murphy chuckled and nodded as Connor stepped forward.

"I'll walk her out. Find Da."

Murphy dipped his head in response. He slipped his hand into his coat pocket as he watched Connor lead Sara out of the church. And Murphy found himself alone, for the first time since Katie had been shot. Shaking the cold feeling from his body, he moved back into the warmth of the sanctuary to find Da.

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Sara walked into the hospital, feeling worn and exhausted. It had felt like years since they'd left the library; long stretches of time since they thought their plan to fool the mafia would save the Saints.

But it'd only been hours, and in that short amount of time, their lives had changed. Because even though Katie was alive and predicted to be fine, they had taken a fork in the road, altering their course. And she couldn't help but wonder where this path would lead them now.

She shook away the abstract thoughts of the future as she stepped into Katie's room, having been silently ushered there by Connie herself. Low murmured conversation hummed from behind the curtain and Sara paused, unsure if she was interrupting something. But the voices stopped and the curtain moved back a little, Peter's face peeking around.

Giving her a small smile, he waved for her to come forward. "You're back."

"Yeah." She kept her voice quiet, in tune with the peaceful atmosphere of the room. Putting her hand on Peter's shoulder, she nodded at Smecker before her eyes found Katie.

"She's still unconscious." Smecker's voice was matter of fact and void from any of the emotion she'd heard from him earlier. Sara just glanced at him, giving Peter's shoulder a squeeze.

"Well, she's probably exhausted. It's been a long few days."

"Why didn't you tell me any of this, Sar?" Peter twisted around to face her. His face was blank but his eyes met hers directly. She shrugged.

"It kind of escalated quickly. Besides, Katie didn't have your number."

He gave a hard laugh. "She would've never called me anyhow."

"She thought about it."

"Bullshit she did."

Sara stepped in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest and glared down at him. "Look, this sucks. And I know how you feel-"

"You have no fucking idea how I feel." Peter's chair scraped back a few inches as he stood up quickly. He leaned closer to her and Sara could feel the anger coming off of him in waves. "She's my fucking sister."

"And she's the closest thing to a fucking sibling I've got! You're hardly alone in caring around her. But we can all be victims and blame each other, or we can accept what happened." The frustration built up in her and her heart raced as she stared up at him. First the fucking McManuses on their quest for Tommy's head and now this. "The last thing we need is you, Connor and Murphy getting pissed and doing something stupid." She pointed her finger into his chest and he knocked her hand away.

"Don't fucking group me with them."

"Why not? You're all being a bunch of men about this."

"I'm nothing like them. It's their fucking fault she's even in here!" His nearly shouted words dropped the room into silence and Sara could feel the blood rushing in her ears.

"That's enough." Smecker moved between them before Sara even knew he'd gotten up. He stood with his back to her, looking up at Peter, who ignored him, his eyes on the far wall. "Pete, you know what happened was an accident. If the McManuses had it their way, these girls would be in a safe house on the other side of the world."

Sara watched Peter take a deep breath, still in shock that he felt that way. His eyes found hers but dropped away after a second. "The girls wouldn't have been in there if it wasn't for them. I told Katie I didn't want her near them."

"Yet it's okay that you work with the mafia?" She kept her voice steady, not letting her angry get away from her. Smecker waved his hand at her to keep quiet.

"It's my assignment. Was my assignment." Peter rubbed the palm of his hand over his hair. "If my cover hadn't been blown…" He trailed off and swallowed hard. "I…I'm going to get some air."

As Peter disappeared around the corner of the doorway, Smecker sighed and turned to Sara. She now saw the exhaustion in his face, and a little surprisingly, the sadness in his eyes. "I'll go talk to him. I need a frickin' cigarette anyways."

"Okay. Thanks, Smecker."

"Paul." He corrected instantly and she raised her eyes back to his.

"What?"

"Please, call me Paul. I can't seem to train the McManuses, but I still have hope in you girls."

Smiling slowly, Sara nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Paul."

The wrinkles around his eyes crinkled as he grinned back, and he patted her shoulder before following Peter's path out the door.

The room seemed empty without the two men but she ignored it, taking Peter's seat next to Katie. The monitor beeped again but Sara kept her eyes on her friend instead. It could have just been her hopeful imagination, but Katie seemed to look less pale than when she left.

Shrugging, Sara took her hand and leaned her elbow on the bed. "Your brother wants to go beat up your boyfriend. You better wake up and go stop him." There was no movement or sign of response from Katie and after a moment, Sara let out the breath she'd been holding.

It was hard, not having her awake to respond. And knowing she might be waiting for a little while. But she was willing to wait. Willing to hold on until there was an answer to one of her questions. Until Katie's eyes opened and shared a knowing look with her.

"Well fine, if you aren't going to talk to me, than I'll take a nap with you. You can't be the only one getting sleep around here." Keeping a light hold on her hand, Sara laid her head down next to her on the bed. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sound of Katie breathing.

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Connor bit back his frustration as he watched Murphy kick the door to McGinty's in anger. The bar was still closed and there was no Doc in sight. Da paced nearby, worried and Connor knew it was up to him to decide the next step.

"Da, do ye know where Doc lives?"

There was a slight pause before Da shook his head slowly. "No, I'm afraid I don't. He practically fuckin' lives in his bar."

"We need ta check the hospitals." Murphy turned away from the door, giving up his attempt to get inside. Frowning, Connor met his eye.

"Ye think Tommy was tellin' the fuckin' truth about that?"

"It's better than fuckin' nothin'. Christ, I feel fuckin' useless here."

The ringing of a phone broke the silence and after a moment Da reached into his coat, pulling his out. Pressing a button, he answered it, turning away from them.

Connor stepped toward Murphy, putting his hand on his shoulder. "We'll be doin' somethin' soon, I promise ye."

"We've lost 'im, Conn. I know it. Tommy's fuckin' long gone by now."

"Then we'll fuckin' track him."

"No, we won't." Da's voice came from behind them and they both turned toward him. Connor furrowed his brow at the determination in his face.

"What?" Murphy's voice gave away his confusion.

"This ends tonight, m'boys. If the lad is gone, then we let 'im go. The Saints are no more."

Exchanging a glance with Murphy, Connor shook his head. "What are ye talkin' about, Da?"

"Ye heard me. Smecker's takin' care o' it. We're done."

"Ye can't just do that, Da."

"It's done, Murph. I made the best fuckin' decision for the three o' us. For the family." Da pressed his lips together, his hand wiping down the gray hairs of his beard as he looked at them. "I'm not lettin' the two o' ye make the same mistakes I did."

Both twins remained silent as Da walked away and it was only the starting of the car that got them moving again. Murphy shook his head and Connor could see the emotion building in his movements. But the explosion he expected never came as he followed his brother to the car.

Instead, Murphy paused just a few feet from the car and turned toward him, looking at Connor with a lost gaze. "He's right, isn't he?"

Letting out a long sigh, Connor nodded slowly. "I think he is, Murph. It's not worth the fuckin' risk o' goin' on."

"So much has changed since we fuckin' started."

"Aye, and we've got that much more ta lose." As Connor opened the door and slid into the front seat, he heard Murphy sigh.

"That we fuckin' do." His brother muttered before getting into the car. He shut the door and Da pulled away from the bar in silence.

A few minutes passed before Da cleared his throat and glanced at Connor. "Smecker'll be bringin' Sara by. He thought ye'd want her ta stay with us tonight."

"Aye, I'd feel better."

"She can share our room, I suppose." Murphy offered and Connor grinned back at him.

"Thanks, Murph."

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It felt like only seconds later that a warm hand brushed her hair off of her face and touched her shoulder. "Sara."

Opening her eyes, she blinked at a blurry Peter crouched next to her. Sara sat up fully, letting go of Katie's hand to rub her eyes. "Fuck, I actually fell asleep."

He gave her a small smile and shifted slightly. "You were pretty asleep. Hardly moved in three hours."

Her eyes widened and she glanced around. "What time is it?"

"Nearly midnight. Smecker's ready to take you home."

"Tell him to go. I'll just catch a cab."

Peter shook his head. "No, you'll go with him. It's too late for you to be out alone."

"Christ, Peter. It's nearly the new millennium. Women are, in fact, allowed out after dark without a proper male escort."

He grinned. "Just go with him. I'll feel better knowing you're home safe."

"Now you sound like Connor." Standing up, Sara leaned back to stretch her muscles. She could now tell she'd been sleeping at an awkward angle from the stiffness in her back.

"About that." Biting his lip, Peter glanced at Katie before his eyes came back to her. "I'm sorry about what I said. I know the McManuses aren't at fault here. I just…"

She put her hand on his arm. "I know, Peter. Just don't say anything like that around Katie or any of the guys. They're blaming themselves enough as it is."

He pressed his lips together and nodded. "Alright. Tell Murph that Smecker and I will find a way to get him in here."

"An additional member of the Shafer family?"

"Yeah, something like that." Peter grinned and pushed her toward the door. "Go, Smecker's waiting for you."

Sara turned back to look at Katie again. "I…"

"I'll call if anything changes. I'm staying all night."

Nodding, let him walk her to the door. As she stepped out into the brightly lit hallway, Sara turned to him and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good brother, Peter."

He squeezed his hand on her shoulder. "And you're a good sister."

Sara grinned as he winked at her and just shook her head. "Good night."

"Night, Sar."

Giving one last look into the darkened room, she gave Peter one last nod and walked down to where Smecker stood. She was finally ready to go home.