A/N: Another big thank you goes to A Hotter Kiss for her review…Finally some action. Well slightly. It's more of a fluffy chapter but getting closer to some really cool things… I am saying this now. I am not sure if the NYPD CSU is based out of 1 police plaza. I do know that they handle all of the boroughs. But, this is my story so I say it's there…lol…If anyone can tell my other wise I will change it. As usual reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome.

Shayla woke up the next morning to the sun shining into the bedroom. She looked at the clock. It was a little after seven. She then rolled over to Connor lying on his back with his arm over his eyes. She smiled to herself and snuck out of bed trying not to wake him. She walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. Then went and took a shower.

Shayla finished her shower. She headed to her bedroom wrapped in a towel and her hair dripping. She quickly got dressed, still trying not to wake Connor up. A few moments later she emerged fully dressed and headed to her sisters room. She gently and quietly opened the door and crept over to her sister. Shayla started gently shaking her sister awake. When she realized that just shaking her wasn't working she started to whisper in her ear. "Patricia vem em despertam-se. Temos de tornar-nos indo logo." Patricia finally started to stir. She whispered back to her sister. "I'm up. Did ye make coffee?" Shayla giggled softly and nodded. "I'll see ya in tha kitchen Pat." Shayla quietly left the room so Patricia could get up.

Patricia looked over at Murphy, who was still sound asleep. She smiled to herself and got up heading to her closet to grab some clothes. She gathered up her things and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. A few minutes later she walked into the kitchen showered and fully dressed.

Shayla looked up from her bowl of cereal when her sister walked into the room. "It's about time." Patricia just stuck her tongue out at her and grabbed a mug and started pouring herself a cup of coffee. She joined her sister at the table sipping her coffee. "So Shay, what's on tha agenda taday?" Shayla swallowed her spoonful of cereal and looked up at her sister. "We discussed this last night Pat. Taday we're goin ta go see Thomas and then we'll see afta that." Patricia nodded. "Hey I'm still kinda asleep 'ere." Shayla laughed at her sister.

They had finished breakfast and headed out the door. Shayla started walking away from where the cars were parked. "Shay where are ya goin?" Shayla turned around and looked at her sister. "What do ya mean? This is tha way to tha train station." Patricia looked back at her sister quizzically. "We're not drivin there?" Shayla laughed and slung her arm around her sisters shoulders. "Since when do I ever drive into tha city? Ya know we can never find parking." "I just figured since it's early an everything…" Patricia started to trail off. Shayla shook her head as she chuckled. "Ye really have gotten lazy from bein in Boston." Shayla walked ahead of her sister. "Hey Shay, I'm not lazy." Patricia did her best to sound like a child. This just caused Shayla to laugh more. They walked the rest of the way to the train station in silence.

They reached the station, swiped their Metrocard and headed up to the train. Once on the crowded platform Shayla started digging through her purse and pulled out her MP3 player. Patricia started people watching, figuring her sister wasn't going to pay attention to her surroundings. Little did she know her sister was paying more attention than she was. The train pulled into the station and the girls got on. The car was packed. There were no more seats so they had to stand. As the train started to pull away from the station Patricia grabbed onto a pole as to not fall. She looked at Shayla who didn't even budge. The entire train ride Shayla never had to hold onto anything. She had no problems standing on the train.

After an hour of traveling on the trains, they finally reached their stop. They headed up to street level and started to walk to one police plaza. After walking a short distance they reached their destination. Shayla put her MP3 player away and they both walked through the front doors. After showing I.D., getting a visitors pass and going through metal detectors they headed to the elevators and up to the fifth floor.

They walked through the hallway till they reached Detective Daley's office. Shayla knocked on the door and they heard a muffled male voice saying "Come in."

They girls entered and closed the door behind them. Detective Daley sat behind his desk looking at a file. There was another man sitting on the other side of the desk. Detective Thomas Daley had red curly hair and eyes that were greener than the girls. He was tall and lanky. He was Irish-American, born and raised in New York. He came from a very long line of police officers. The girls couldn't tell from where they were standing who the other person was.

They walked into the office and Shayla cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. Thomas's head snapped up and he stared at the girls for a moment. The other person sitting in the office turned to look at them as well. Now Shayla was able to tell who he was. She knew him as Officer Anthony Barbieri, her former partner when she first started with the NYPD. Anthony is slightly shorter than Shayla with short black hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin. He's full blooded Italian.

The girls were very shocked that the only two people in the entire NYPD that knew them as the Avenging Angels were sitting in one room together. Thomas stood from his chair and walked over to the girls. "What on the face of Gods green earth are you two doing here?" Shayla and Patricia looked at each other for a moment then started laughing. Shayla turned back to Thomas. "Its good ta see ya too Tom." Thomas shook his head then grabbed Shayla into a tight embrace. He let go of her and took Patricia up into a similar embrace. "It is good to see you two." Patricia gave a genuine smile. "Likewise."

Shayla walked over to Anthony. "What ye don't know how ta say hello to yer former partner, Officer Barbieri?"

Anthony chuckled and got up to greet Shayla. "It's not Officer anymore. It's now Detective."

Shayla giggled. "Oh, so now ye think yer all high and mighty. I'm still one up on ye."

Thomas walked past them back to his seat. "Would you two quit it already." Everyone started to laugh as the girls took a seat.

Thomas turned to the girls. "Before I start trying to find out what brought you two back. What happened with that FBI agent? What was his name?"

Both girls started laughing. Patricia let Shayla answer the question. "His names Paul Smecker. Well let's just say that now he knows about us. But, I would prefer that we not discuss this 'ere."

The look of shock very evident on both Detectives faces. Anthony was the first to come to his senses. "You're right. We shouldn't discuss any of this here."

Thomas looked back and forth between all persons in his office. "Okay. Let's go and get some coffee then." He looked directly at the girls. "I am glad that you're back. I can use your expertise in something." The girls nodded. Thomas grabbed the file he was looking through when they walked in and they all headed out of the building.

They all walked to a restaurant about a block away. They quickly sat at a table and ordered. The girls just ordered coffee while the Detectives ordered breakfast. Once their food arrived Anthony looked at the girls and whispered. "Okay. Spill it. How does that agent know about you two?"

Patricia took a sip from her coffee and started to answer. "We never told ye where we were headed…" She paused for a moment looking at her sister. "…We went up ta Boston."

Thomas dropped his fork at the mention of Boston. "You can't be meaning that you two are the Saints?"

Both girls laughed. Shayla was the first to respond. "That's funny. No were not tha Saints. But its cause o' them that Smecker knows."

Before either Detective could respond Patricia continued. "We know tha Saints and were helping them. It was more behind tha scenes but we helped."

Thomas looked back and forth between the sisters for a few moments. "I had a feeling you two had your hands in it somehow."

Shayla continued where her sister left off. "We had found out that he was on the Saints side, and being that I worked with him here and he saw me already, we told him about us and how we're helping tha Saints."

Both Detectives looked at each other for a minute then Anthony asked Thomas a question. "Should we tell her?" Thomas nodded. "I'll tell her." Thomas turned back to Shayla. "That is some crazy shit there. On a different note. I think you should know some things that have happened here recently. I do hate to be the bringer of bad news but you should know."

Shayla looked at her old supervisor slightly confused. "Well out with it Tom."

Thomas took a deep breath and continued. "There have been a few deaths recently."

Shayla had a look of confusion and worry on her face. "Who died?"

Thomas looked her straight in the eyes. "Some Detectives that you used to work with…" Without giving her a chance to speak he said some of the names. "…Ronson Dadwah, Brian Niven, Angela Fitzpatrick and Armand Rodriguez. It really came as a shock when we found out. I'm so sorry. I know you worked with all of them. "

Shayla's hand shot up to cover her mouth. Patricia put her hand on Shayla's back for comfort. After a few moments she regained her composure. "What happened?"

Anthony spoke up. "We are still investigating. They were all transferred to different precincts after you two left and were shot on the job."

Shayla looked between them. "It's sad that their all gone. Please keep me posted on the investigation." Both Detectives nodded. Thomas pulled out the folder he was looking at earlier and handed it to Shayla. "I know I'm probably asking a lot from you right now but we do have a problem here." Shayla opened the file and started looking through it. She recognized the name mentioned. It was the Valetti family. She had a run in with them when she first became a Detective. They were bad people but nothing was ever able to be proven.

She looked back up to Thomas as she passed the file to Patricia. "Valetti is back at it?"

Thomas nodded. "Yes. Now we have some evidence against them but not enough to take them down and get a conviction. If you two are looking for something to do while you're back, her you go."

Patricia looked up from the file. "It's not two anymore. It's now four."

Anthony stared at her for a second. "You mean to tell me that they're here with you?"

Shayla chuckled. "If you mean they as in tha Saints, then aye. They're here with us."

Thomas looked up from his now empty plate. "At least you're not going it alone anymore. If there is anything that you need, just call mine or Anthony's cell. We are still on your side here. Oh, and you can keep the file. It's a copy."

The girls nodded. They went to dig money out for the coffees but Thomas waved them off. "How can I let you two pay. You help keep the streets safe. Go on get out of here. Call me and let me know when your gonna do the hit." The sisters nodded again and they all said their goodbyes. They left heading back to the train to get back to the guys.

It was the same routine going back home. Shayla listened to her music while Patricia was people watching and thinking Shayla wasn't paying attention to her surroundings.

They finally reached their stop and exited the train. It was now almost noon. They had been gone for a few hours. They had walked for a little while and reached the block of the apartment. Shayla turned her MP3 player off and put it away. As she was doing so, she started laughing to herself. Patricia turned to her with a "what the fuck is wrong" look on her face. "Have ye gone mad girl?"

Shayla looked up at her sister when she asked the question and started laughing harder. "Oi Pat. Tha look on yer face was priceless. " Shayla started calming her laughing and continued. "I was laughin about tha lady on tha train. Tha one wearin tha purple outfit. She looked like that dumb purple dinosaur."

Patricia started laughing as her sister did. "Aye I spotted tha one too. I didn't think ye were payin any attention."

Shayla stopped dead in her tracks and stared at her sister. "Ye really think I wasn't payin attention?" Patricia nodded. "Well think again dear Patricia. I'm always payin attention ta me surroundings." Shayla continued walking to the apartment with her sister at her side.

The girls reached the apartment and Patricia was about to open the door and stopped as she heard Connor and Murphy start cursing at each other in every language they knew. She chuckled to herself and turned to Shayla. "I guess were not tha only ones ta fight like a couple 'o lunatics." Shayla smiled and nodded.

Patricia opened the door and they both headed in. As soon as they opened the door the brothers were fighting right in the middle of the kitchen. Murphy had Connor in a head lock on the floor. They didn't even notice the girls were back. Shayla and Patricia went and stood near the counters, watching the action unfold.

Shayla nudged her sister and smiled. Then she turned back to the boys. "What tha fuck is goin on 'ere?" She yelled at them.

Murphy quickly released Connor and jumped to his feet. "When did tha two 'o ya get back?"

Shayla realized that Murphy wasn't going to help Connor up so she came around the counter to help him to his feet. When Connor got to his feet Shayla asked the million dollar question. "What were tha two 'o ya fightin about?"

Murphy quickly answered as he glared at his brother. "Conn got up first, drank tha last cup 'o coffee an decided ta wake me up with his dirty, smelly sock in me face."

The girls started to laugh hysterically. Patricia looked at Connor. "Ye didn't do that. Did ya?"

"Aye Pat, I did." Connor had a smug grin on his face as he threw his arm around Shayla.

"Well tha coffe situation coulda been fixed. Just make more. Tha sock bit was cruel. Funny as all hell, but cruel." Shayla patted Connor on the chest and went to make more coffee.

Murphy quickly forgot about the rude wakeup as he sat at the dining room table sipping his coffee. All four of them sat together. Shayla had the file on the table in front of her, getting ready to fill the guys in on what was going on.

"Well being that you guys have finished fighting and are now fully awake we can fill ya in on what's gonna happen starting tanight."

Connor looked up from his bowl of cereal. "I was gonna ask ye about tha file there."

Shayla slid the file across the table. "See fer yaself."

Connor kept the file on the table between him and Murphy as he opened it. They started flipping through the pages. After some time Murphy picked his head up. "Damn, this is like a book on this family."

"Aye. They're some badass people. Shayla had a few run-ins with them back in tha day." Patricia pulled the file back from the guys and flipped to a copy of a police report that Shayla had done some years ago and slid it back to them.

"No matter what we found on 'em, we were never able to get a conviction and everything would be thrown out in court." Shayla sat there reminiscing.

Connor looked up from the file. "Well I'm sold. How about ya Murph?" Murphy nodded his head.

"Good. We'll start doin some surveillance tanight. From what is in tha file, we know they're at Gansevoort Market in Manhattan basically every night. Tha family owns one of tha slaughter houses there."

"Aye Pat's right. They've always had their meetings there. But, before we go an do any 'o that fun shite. We have somethin ta take care of first."

Patricia smiled at Shayla. She knew what she was hinting at. "Aye, Shay's right. Ye two better get yer arses movin. We have someplace ta go."

Connor and Murphy looked back and forth between the girls trying to figure out what they were up to. After a few quick glances they gave up and went and got showered and dressed.

The girls were sitting at the table talking when Connor and Murphy came back in dressed and ready to go.

"Ye know I'm just starvin right now lasses." Murphy was petting his stomach as he spoke.

The girls shook their heads, grabbed their coats and walked out the door with Connor following close behind. Murphy wasn't too far from them. He locked up and followed them out.

They walked in the direction of the car they drove to New York with. Connor and Murphy glanced at each other and both shrugged their shoulders. They reached the car and everyone piled in. Shayla was behind the wheel with Patricia in the passenger seat. Connor and Murphy had to sit together in the back. Murphy sat behind Shayla and Connor sat behind Patricia. It gave them easy access to see the women they loved.

Shayla looked in the rearview mirror at them. "I hope ye two are not gonna act like a bunch 'o two year olds back there."

Shayla's statement made Patricia start cracking up. "I know me sister. If ye two start any shite back there she'll turn tha car around and there will be no fun taday."

Both girls were laughing hysterically as the guys gave them both a look of mock disgust. They turned to each other and got the same idea. They reached up and Murphy pulled Shayla's hair while Connor pulled Patricia's hair. Both girls cried out.

"Damn ye Murph!" Shayla reached behind her and pinched Murphy on the calf hard using her nails causing him to yell out. Patricia did the same to Connor causing the same reaction.

"Ye see boys, we'll always get ye back fer anything." Patricia turned looking at both of them and smiled a very devilish smile. She turned back and fastened her seatbelt as Shayla started the car and began to drive off.

They only drove for a short distance, going from one neighborhood to the next. Both brothers were looking out the window of the silent car. They noticed the difference in the neighborhoods as they passed. They went from a shopping area with apartment buildings and condos to a quiet uppity neighborhood with beautiful one family houses. Shayla parked the car in the driveway of a quaint house. It was white with blue trim. A very luxurious, well kept front lawn was what they had to walk across.

They walked up the steps of the front porch and Shayla rang the doorbell. A moment later a woman answered the door. She was a lot older. The guys figured about their ma's age. She was slightly shorter than Shayla but the same body type, with shoulder length curly red hair and green eyes matching the girls.

When she looked up at the girls she squealed. "My girls have come back to visit!" She grabbed them both into a tight embrace.

"Hi Auntie Bri." The girls spoke in unison as they hugged the woman back.

The girls Aunt Brianna released her hold on them and looked up at the brothers. She looked at them for a moment then she realized who they were. "That can't be tha MacManus boys. Get over here and let me look at you two."

Connor and Murphy walked over to her. They both remembered her from their childhood. Connor was the first to speak as he hugged her. "It has been so long Ms. O' riley." Brianna released Connor to hug Murphy. "Please boys, call me auntie Bri. Everyone else does. Now come inside. We have so much to catch up on." Everyone followed her into the house and into the kitchen. Without hesitation she started to prepare food. As she was working she began to talk. "I can't believe after all these years you all have reconnected. I'm so thrilled for you all. The girls were just miserable without ya."

Shayla and Patricia started to blush. Shayla had to be the first to speak. "We weren't miserable. Now that I see what we missed..." She paused for a second looking at her sister and smiling. Patricia smiled back. "…I wish fer tha peace an quiet again." The girls started quietly laughing as their aunt turned to look at them and realized the girls were just in their usual ball-buster moods. Connor and Murphy feigned looking hurt.

They had eaten lunch with Brianna and were sitting in the living room drinking coffee. Brianna looked up at the girls sitting across from her and put her coffee down on the table. "So what brought ye two girls back ta visit me?"

Patricia spoke for her and Shayla. "Well we needed ta tie up any loose ends and keep tha heat off these two fer a little while." She pointed to Connor and Murphy.

Brianna looked at the brothers for a long moment. "What did ye two get yerselves inta?"

Connor and Murphy looked to the girls for help. Shayla spoke up in their defense. "Auntie Bri, have ye been readin tha newspaper or watched tha news?" Brianna nodded. "Well ye heard of tha Saints of South Boston?"

Brianna looked from her nieces to the brothers. "Are ya serious?! They're tha Saints?" They all nodded. "Well I can't say anything bad here. I know me girls have been doin tha same thing here. I'm not happy about it cause of how dangerous it is but as long as yer all doing it fer tha right reasons."

Both girls went and sat on either side of their aunt and held a hand each. Shayla looked up at her aunt first. "They're doin it fer tha same reason as us…" She took a long pause and looked to her sister for support to be able to tell her aunt the sister of their father the truth about him.

Patricia continued for her. "Auntie Bri we have somethin ta tell ya."

"Go on dear. Say what you want." Brianna squeezed Patricia's hand.

"We found out about Da. He died about twenty years ago doin tha same thing we're doin. And their Da was in jail until recently." Patricia squeezed her aunt's hand.

Brianna looked from Patricia to Shayla. "I knew about me brother and Liam MacMauns. It's in both families. Each generation gets tha calling. This is actually no shock ta me. I knew they were either in jail or by God's side." Brianna saw that the girls were a bit sad and as she always did, she tried to cheer them up by changing subjects. She looked to Connor and Murphy with a sly smile on her face. "So what's going on here? You boys courted my nieces yet or what?"

The four of them all shot their heads up looking at Brianna with shock evident on their faces. Brianna looked each of them right in the eyes and started laughing. "I guess I hit tha nail right on tha head." She took another quick look at everyone's astonished faces. "Okay, here's what I think, Shayla yer with Connor and Patricia yer with Murphy. Am I correct?"

Shayla looked up and started laughing. "Aye Auntie Bri. Ye got it perfectly. How did ya guess?"

Brianna smiled. "That sweetie was easy. It was the way you all looked at each other. I can see the love in the quick glances and body language." They all nodded in understanding.

They spent some time talking and hanging out with Brianna till it started getting dark outside. Patricia looked to Shayla and the brothers then to her aunt. "Auntie Bri, we better get going. We have somethin ta take care of tanight." They started to get up and head towards the front door. Brianna walked closely behind them.

"Ye have a hit tanight?" There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"It's not a hit. We're startin surveillance tanight." Shayla looked her aunt straight in the eyes trying to silently tell her that everything would be okay.

"Please be careful. All of you!" She grabbed both girls into a tight hug not wanting to let them go. After a few moments she finally did.

"We love you Auntie Bri." Both girls spoke in unison and gave her a kiss on each on the cheek.

The girls stepped away and began to head towards the car. Connor and Murphy stayed behind to say goodbye. Brianna grabbed them both into a tight embrace like she did with the girls. "You all be careful and bring my girls back to me."

"Aye Auntie Bri. We promise we will." Connor leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Me brothers right. We will make sure nothing happens ta them." Murphy did the same as his brother and kissed her other cheek. They both quickly walked to catch up with the girls. With everyone in the car they took off back to the apartment.

They reached the apartment quickly and grabbed all of their tools of the trade. Just incase something went wrong. They all left the apartment and headed to the girls cars. Connor went with Shayla while Murphy went with Patricia. They took the separate cars and headed to the slaughter house.

The girls drove quickly not even realizing the speed they were going. They reached their destination in record time. Shayla got on the walkie-talkie to her sister. "Pat you take tha front. I'll take tha back 'o tha place. Keep in radio contact at all times." Shayla heard the quick crackle of the radio, then her sisters voice loud and clear. "10-4"

It felt like they were sitting in their cars for an eternity. Shayla and Connor never saw a single person come out or go in through the back entrance. Patricia had the better luck. Every time someone walked out she would get on the radio and describe the person to her sister. Shayla was able to tell exactly who was who by the descriptions. Things were working out the way they wanted. Everyone that Patricia saw were the bosses and under-bosses from the Valetti family and some others that Shayla knew about. This was going to be a great hit and she could feel it.

A/N: Gansevoort Market is also known as the Meat Packing District in Lower Manhattan. It now is more of a hip shopping and bar/lounge/club spot. But, it used to be a very prominent mafia spot back in the day. Also the girls aunt having an accent one moment then none the next moment is intentional. I've seen it with a friend of mine. She can have the Irish accent so strong at times and other times none at all.

Translation:

Patricia vem em despertam-se. Temos de tornar-nos indo logo.

Patricia come on wake up. We need to get going soon.