DO NOT OWN. Thanks to the reviewers, especially katiekaboom3824 and anzbananz for all the love. Sorry for the brevity. Next chapter will be Meegan and Connor.

CHAPTER 13: Bridget, LOCATION: Bridget's car

"Stop asking me questions. I'd hate to see you cry."

–Mama, My Chemical Romance

ONE WEEK LATER

"Whhhhhy are we here?" I whined, banging my head on the steering wheel. Murphy threw his balled up McDonald's bag at me. The car smelled deliciously of fries. I had refused food earlier cause I was being stubborn and I was regretting it now.

"We're here followin' an escaped convict," he said, slouching down in the passenger seat.

"Why is this our job? What are Meegan and Connor doing?" I crossed my arms and turned to sit against the window.

"Meegan and Connor are doin' what we're doing, but they're followin' his partner. Calm your ass." He had been like this the past week. He was getting grumpier and grumpier. I wasn't helping today.

"Sorry I'm cranky. We've been doing this everyday and I get like this when I haven't eaten," I said looking up through the sunroof at the blue sky. It was really nice out for November.

"What would you 'ave eaten? They can't blitz a burger in the McFlurry machine," He said smiling. I laughed at that. When I admitted I was being bitchy his humor usually improved. I loved it when he smiled. He almost never smiled with teeth, but that was fine. His eyes glowed. It always made me happier just to see it. Then I realized we were just staring at each other for the last couple minutes. He hadn't realized yet. I was not going to say anything.

MURPHY

I wasn't sure if she had noticed we were just staring, but I wasn't going to say anything. Then I spotted our target. The worst part of following our target was that he just looked like any other guy. Nothing was that special about him except all his acne scars.

"There he is… Don't look!"

"What am I supposed to do?" She shot back, gripping her seat.

"Just keep talking like this. We want to look casual," I said as our target, Mark Foster, lit up a cigarette outside of the building he was staying in. It was a nicer building downtown so we guessed the bank robbery four days ago was him and his partner up to their old tricks. No way he could afford that place straight out of jail. Unfortunately money doesn't last forever and they would have to rob another bank.

"What is Foster doing?"

"Smoking," I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

"So, why are we after this guy? I know he escaped from prison, but aside from that you haven't told me anything." Her stare was so open. Her huge blue eyes sparkled gorgeously. I would hate to shatter that innocent look.

I had been avoiding telling Bridget since we started following Foster. When Connor told Meegan she cried then begged Connor to kill Foster and Smileck as soon as possible. The first time we spotted Foster I saw Bridget shiver. She knew this guy was bad news. She knew it in her soul, like I knew it in mine.

"You sure you wanna hear?"

"I've spit my own teeth into a bucket. I can handle whatever guts and gore you have to tell me." I gave her a long hard look as Foster started another cigarette. He was waiting for someone.

"Foster and Smileck rob banks, but that ain't the worst of it." I watched her thoughts race as her beautiful face fell dark. "To psych themselves up for a robbery they kidnap a girl, and… and they… must I continue?"

"Yes," she replied firmly, looking angrier by the second. When I met Bridget I knew she had the ability to hate. Now I would see it.

"They kidnap a girl, and rape her for days. Then they kill her. The worst is that they don't just shoot her. They do things like slit her wrists and thighs, or inject her with poison after poison-"

"That's all I need to know."

"I thought it would be," she was silent for a while. "You handled that better than Meegan. She cried."

"For a minute there I thought I was going to."

BRIDGET

We waited another half hour talking and deciding when the best time to kill Foster was. I was honestly excited to have blood on my hands. I wanted Foster to die like I wanted to be a millionaire, like I wanted to live, like I wanted Murphy to love me back.

"I think someone is here. Yeah, look! There he goes!" He said leaning over me to look out my window. "Remember this," he said. But all I could think about was his scent and looming presence, "2-5-5 O-A-T, New Jersey. Got it?"

"Yeah," I said, surprised I could hear. My heart was pounding in my ears. He threw things around the car until he found his little notebook and pen in his 'spying bag'.

"Repeat it."

"2-5-5 O-A-T, New Jersey."

"Hell yeah, girlie!" He threw his arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. Time stopped for a second as our faces stayed close. I tried for a second kiss, but he pulled away and retreated to the other side of the car. He looked mad as hell. My heart was splintering.

I had tried to convince myself earlier that I didn't really know Murphy. I had known him for a day. I couldn't be in love with the real Murphy. As time went on it was becoming clear to me that Murphy was the same person everyday of the week and he was the genuine article. There was no Murphy before and there would be no Murphy after. I loved one person. And I know it sounds crazy, but I was hoping, just hoping the boys were immortal. Then I remembered their father died. They were just people. They could bleed to death on a lonely street, in a pile of garbage.

"Let's meet up with Connor and Meegan at the Marriot."

"Can do," I said shifting into gear and holding back tears.