Everyone was sitting around a table in the pub and looking at Scarlet. She was wringing her hands together and not looking at anyone. Smecker had a few sheets of paper in front of him and was talking to Eunice about something. Romeo, Murphy and Connor were just staring.

"Scarlet, you have to tell us the truth," said Eunice. "Why did you lie about your dad?"

Scarlet didn't say anything.

"We can't help you if you won't talk to us," said Eunice. "What happened?"

Scarlet took a deep breath before she looked up at everyone. It was then that they noticed she had been crying. Connor reached over to her and laid his hand on hers.

"Come on, love. Tell us what happened," he said.

"There's nothing to be done about it," she said.

"We can try," said Duffy.

"No, she's right," said Dolly hanging up the phone.

"What do ye mean?" said Murphy looking at him.

"He's been dead for six years," said Dolly. "Killer was on trial and walked."

Scarlet closed her eyes and a few more tears slipped out. Connor squeezed her hand and said something to Dolly.

"Who was it?" he asked.

"Concezio Yakavetta," said Dolly.

"You've got to be shittin' me," said Murphy.

"Nope," said Dolly. "He had an alibi and the shooter was never found. It was a contracted hit."

Connor turned to Scarlet, who was looking at the table. "Come on, love."

Connor stood up and pulled her with him. He led her up the stairs and into the storage room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Scarlet walked over to the pool table and sat down on it. Connor walked over to her and stood in front of her. He lifted her face and wiped away a few of the tears.

"Is that why you admire us?" he asked. "Because we killed Yakavetta?"

Scarlet nodded. "Part of it."

"What's the other part?" asked Connor.

"You stood up for what you believed in. There are people who say that they do and when the time comes do act they hide in the corner and let things go on as usual," said Scarlet. "You and Murphy didn't. You did what you thought was right, even if other people didn't."

"What happened with yer da?" asked Connor.

"He had gotten into dealing with Concezio, I don't know what because I didn't ask. I was down there celebrating my birthday when some dude started banging on the door. Dad told me to hide, so I did," said Scarlet. "They started arguing about something and the guy shot him. I didn't see who it was, just that he kept mentioning Yakavetta's name. I stayed in the closet until I knew he was gone."

"I'm sorry," said Connor.

Connor wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her. Scarlet wrapped her arms around his waist and tried not to cry.

"You can cry, love. It's okay," he whispered in her ear.

Scarlet shook her head. "I can't. I've cried too much."

"There's nothing wrong with crying for yer da," he said. He knew that feeling all too well.

"It's not my dad I'm crying for," she whispered into his chest.

Connor took a step back and looked at her. Even with her mascara running down her face she was still beautiful to him.

"Then who are your crying for?" he asked as he wiped away a tear.

"You," she whispered.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because I'm afraid for you," she said. "I'm afraid they are going to find you and take you back to jail, or worse kill you," she said with a fresh set of tears rolling down her face.

Connor hugged her to him. He pulled back and lifted her face so she was looking at him. "Aint no one taking me away."

Before she could reply he leaned forward and kissed her. He held her to him as he kissed her. She gripped the front of his shirt as she kissed him back. Connor trailed his hand from her face down her neck and to her shoulder. When she didn't protest he slid his hand down her arm and over to her stomach. Scarlet knew what he was doing and what he wanted. Granted she didn't know him all that well, but she wanted it as well.

Connor ran his hand up her torso and barely touched her breast. Scarlet lifted her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer as she lifted her leg to hook over his hip. Connor got the hint and deepened the kiss even more. Both his hands descended to her breasts and kneaded them through her shirt. Scarlet moaned into the kiss. Connor slid his hand to the hem of her shirt and started to pull on it. They broke apart long enough to pull the shirt over her head and for him to discard his as well. Connor smiled as he looked her over.

"What?" she said becoming a little self-conscious.

"You never told me you had a tattoo," he said running his finger across the small pink fairy on her hip.

"I forgot about it," she said kissing him again.

Connor kissed her back and pulled her closer to him. Scarlet wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Connor groaned when their hips net. Scarlet smiled as she trailed her hands down his arm. She found the top of his jeans and ran her nails across the sensitive skin there. Connor shuddered as he found the button on her jeans. He undid the button and pulled on the zipper. He nudged her a bit and she lifted her hips. Connor stepped back and pulled the jeans off and tossed the on the ground with her shirt. Scarlet was in the process of undoing his belt when the door to the storage room burst open.

"Oh Christ!" shouted Murphy slamming the door closed again.

Scarlet sighed and pulled back from Connor. "I'm sorry about him," said Connor.

"It's okay," she said.

Connor was leaning in to kiss her again when Murphy shouted through the door.

"Playtime is over! We've got stuff to do!" he shouted.

Connor growled a bit and stepped back. "I…uh…will let you get dressed, then."

Scarlet nodded as she slid off the table. She pulled on her jeans and then her shirt as Connor opened the door. Murphy was leaning against the wall opposite the door. Connor glared at his brother and punched his shoulder as they walked down the hall together. Scarlet sighed as she pulled on her shoes. That was probably never going to happen again.