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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Boondock Saints, that's Troy Duffy's claim, but I do own Teagan McGinty.

Chapter Eleven: Gunshots and Bad Feelings

"Anybody…you think is evil?" asked Rocco slowly, looking at Teagan, Murphy, and Connor in turn. Teagan sat between her boys at Rocco's small dining table, smoking a cigarette slowly. She ached all over from today, but she was feeling good.

"Aye" said Connor simply.

"Don't you think that's a little…weird? A little psycho?" Rocco frowned at them. Teagan sipped her beer and looked at Connor, as he put a smoke in his mouth and lit up.

"Do ye know what I think is psycho, Roc?" Connor inhaled on his cigarette, and exhaled slowly. Rocco's girlfriend's cat meowed somewhere in the apartment, breaking the silence. "Decent men, with loving families, they go home every day after work, and they turn on the news. D'ya know what they see? They see rapists, and murderers…child molesters..and they're all getting' outta prison."

"Mafiosos" Murphy cocked his gun "Getting' caught wit twenty kilos, getting' out on bail"

"And everywhere, everyone thinks da same thing, dat someone should just go kill those motherfuckers" Connor hissed

"Kill 'em all" Murphy said darkly, narrowing his eyes.

"Admit it, Roc, even you've thought about it" Teagan finally spoke up, using the same dark, menacing tone as the boys. Rocco sat there in silence for a moment, before swallowing hard.

"You three should be in every major city" he said seriously, and Connor chuckled under his breath. "This is some heavy shit, this is like Lone Ranger heavy man…no offence Teagan, but I'm kinda surprised you're goin' with 'em on this whole thing, bein' a chick and all"

"None taken, Roc, but I'm sick of seein' women treated like second class citizens" Teagan stubbed out her smoke angrily. "Dey're raped, dey're beaten, glanced over just because dey got a pair o' tits. We're da weaker sex, accordin' to society, the poor, helpess women dat cant stand up fer demselves against dese motherfuckers dat think its okay to treat em like dat. Well, I'm just showin' people dat women can stand up fer themselves" Teagan shrugged, sitting back in her seat. Murphy placed a hand on her thigh and Connor smiled at her. "Women are not weak, we're just scared. Well fuck it, I'm not scared anymore, but dese bastards better be" she growled. Rocco nodded slowly, giving Teagan a look that could have passed for admirable. He slammed his hands down on the table.

"Fuck it," he stood up quickly "There's so much shit that pisses me off!" He stoped pacing for a second to glance at the threesome "You guys should recruit! Cos I'm sick and fuckin' tired of walkin' down the street, waitin' for one of these crack pipin', ass wipin', motherless low lifes to get me!"

"Hallelujah Jaffar" Murphy grined, referring to the name badge Rocco was wearing when he was posing as room service in the hotel.

"You're not just talkin' about mob guys, right, you're talking about…pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?" asked Rocco

"Yeah" Teagan nodded, lighting up another cigarette. Rocco seemed speechless for a moment, running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck…you guys should do this every goddamn day!" he exclaimed, looking at the three of them in awe.

"We're sorta like 711" Murphy squeezed Teagan's thigh, looking sideways at his brother and girlfriend. "We're not always doin' business, but we're always open"

"Hmm, dat is nicely put" Connor smiled, pointing as his brother.

"Nailed it" Teagan agreed.

"Thank you very much" Murphy winked with a sly smile.

The rest of the night was spent smoking, drinking, talking and eating large amounts of pizza. Rocco dicked around with the masks, and Murphy's knife, as the twins and Teagan took turns swigging from a bottle of Jameson. They all steadily got more and more drunk, and the cat made itself at home on the table next to Rocco. Connor fed a slice of pizza to Teagan as Murphy tried his best to re-enact how they all came through the ceiling, rolling around on the table and knocking over the various beer cans scattered around. He nudged Connor, causing him to knock the slice of pizza into Teagan's face, leaving a smear of sauce on the corner of her mouth. Connor leaned in and kissed her, licking the sauce off, before turning and smacking his brother on the arm.

"Oh boy" Rocco sighed, after swigging from the Jameson. "You fuckin' three...you'll ruin me. I'm fuckin' done…I'm a fuckin' package boy"

"Who said tha'?" Murphy asked with a mouth full of pizza, Teagan smacked him on the arm and giggled. "Ye could take care of 'em ya know"

"What are you serious?!" Rocco had a mouthful himself

"Yeah, fuck it" Murphy shrugged "If ye think about it, its all ya can do really, I mean , ya cant go in der and tell'em it was us"

"Climb de carpet ladder, boy" Connor smirked

"Don Rocco" Teagan grinned, causing the three of them to laugh.

"Fuck it" Rocco said over the laughter, "I'm doin' it, I deserve it, I've been workin' for those fat bastards since I;ve been in high school, look at this fuckin' place! They're fuckin' me man, they can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just cos those fat bastards can getta taste a home while theyre at it. Fuck it, I'm doin' it, it is DONE!" Rocco slammed his hands down on the table, and the next thing they all knew, there was a loud bang, mixed with a meow and a splatter against the wall.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Rocco screamed

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Teagan, as Murphy threw his body over hers, flinging them both to the floor. Connor scrambled over the pair of them, pulling Teagan up and towards him. Once Murphy was up, they boys pushed her behind them towards the living room, as they all scrambled towards the doorway, panting and looking back in horror at the wall.

"I'm hit! I'm hit" Rocco panicked, patting himself over.

"Jesus Christ!" Teagan exclaimed, as she stared at the wall, her eyes wide. What used to be a cat was now splattered across the wall, blood dripping everywhere. The four stood in shock for a few minutes.

"I cant believe that just fuckin' happened!" exclaimed Murphy, pointing towards the wall as Connor said nothing, still staring in shock, his hand wrapped around Teagan's wrist.

"Is it dead?" Rocco asked quietly.

"Oh my god!" Teagan sighed, smacking him around the head.

"Are ye alrigh' babe?" Connor turned to Tegan, checking her over.

"I'm fine" she said breathlessly, her heart still pounding in her rib cage. "You?"

"Aye" Connor mumbled, obviously shaken up himself. "Murph?"

"M'alrigh'" he nodded, rubbing his knee where he'd hit it on the chair. "Tee? You okay?"

"I think you winded me a little when you threw me on the floor, but m'okay" she smiled gently as Rocco paced the kitchen, mumbling to himself in panicked whispers. Connor walked over to inspect the damage and Murphy wrapped his arms around Teagan, who was shaking a little, even though she insisted she was fine.

"M'sorry, love, I just wanted ta make sure ya were okay" Murphy whispered into her hair, she pulled away a little and smiled up at him.

"I know, Murph, thank ya" she whispered, kissing him quickly before giving him one last squeeze and walking over to Connor. Murphy watched the two of them and swallowed hard, before making sure Rocco was okay.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Teagan woke up the next morning on Rocco's living room floor, sandwiched in between Connor and Murphy. The boy were snoring heavily, a sure sign they'd both had too much to drink last night. She wriggled out from underthem, without waking them, and went into the kitchen. The blood and cat on the wall was now gone; Teagan's stomach churned as she remembered scrubbing it off the wall before crashing on the floor. She poured herself a glass of water and chugged it, her headache easing up a litte and her mouth felling less like sandpaper. Rocco emerged into the kitchen, tugging on his coat.

"I'm headin' out for a smoke, comin'?" he asked her gently, and she smiled, nodding and grabbing her coat from the back of the kitchen chair. The two of them walked silently outside, the morning air chilly and bitter. Teagan wrapped her coat around herself, handing Rocco a cigarette, before lighting her own.

"Donna's gonna be angry about her cat" Teagan said, exhaling the smoke into the March air. Rocco scoffed.

"She's on every drug known to man" he said, bitterly "She'd have sold the thing for a dimebag, screw her." Teagan began laughing, and Rocco joined in "I do kinda feel like an asshole though"

"Yeah, Roc, you sound really remorseful dere" Teagan smiled, taking another drag.

"She aint been round in weeks, anyhow" Rocco sighed, looking down at his feet. Teagan gave him a look of sympathy, before looking away, chewing on her lip.

"Listen, Roc, somethin's been botherin' me about last night" she said slowly, studying her friend. His head snapped up to look at her.

"What?"

Teagan hesitated before answering

"What if your boss knew how many fellas was supposed ta be dere?"

Rocco frowned at the beautiful girl in front of him, leaning forward slightly.

"Whaddya mean?"

"Think about it, Roc. Nine men…six bullets…"

"What, you think they sold me out?!" Rocco said, a little loud, making Teagan wince slightly. "No way, no way!"

"Rocco, I'm just sayin…they had ta know ya weren't walking outta dere…think about it…shooter's dead at the scene, der's no investigation ta come from dat…look, Roc, as much as I love you, yer not exactly Don Corleone"

"No, no…that-that's just not the way things are done" Rocco denied "Besides, how's he know I don't just get in there, see there's too many of 'em, just serve 'em their fucking food and-"

"Because he fuckin' knows ya, Roc!" Teagan lost her temper and shouted over him "He knew it was yer only shot, ye've been waitin' 18 fuckin' years, ye said it yerself!"

Rocco stared at her, before shaking his head

"No, no t-that-that's just not…no that's bullshit! Ya don't know what you're talkin' about, honey, okay? That's just the way things happen, I mean, thanks for ya concern an' all but that just aint it"

Teagan shook her head, rolling her eyes, moving away from him. Murphy and Connor appeared around the corner,pulling their coats on.

"Look, Roc, just do me a favour, think about it on yer way in okay? Fer me?" Teagan asked

"Wha- no, no, no thinkin' about it, nothin' needs to be thought about…fuck" he uttered

"Ey, where de the fuck are ya goin'? Ya tel him, love?" asked Murphy, as he and his brother approached Rocco.

"Of course I did" she spat

"Well, den, what da fuck?" asked Connor, narrowing his eyes at Rocco

"You guys don't know that shit for sure!" Rocco said sternly.

"Argh, yer such a fuckin' retard!" Murph exclaimed angrily

"Hey, fuck you!" Rocco yelled, shoving him roughly. Murphy grabbed him by the collar of his coat, shaking him slightly

"Use yer fuckin' brain fer once, is it so unbelievable dat dey don't fuckin' care about ya?" Murphy slammed Rocco against the wall. Rocco snarled and shoved him away.

"Oh yeah, you three fuckin' Micks know what's going on, huh? Fuck all three of ya!"

"Roc it is NOT something you should fuckin' gamble on, alright?!" Connor shouted, the rage in his voice evident. The four of them stood in silence for a moment.

"Rocco, please" Teagan begged softly, her anger had melted away into worry for her friend. He sighed, glaring at her.

"I'm the fuck outta here!" Rocco exclaimed, before storming off.

"Fine!" murphy yelled, kicking the iron gate hard "Fuck it! What kinda flowers do ya want at yer funeral, ya dump wop, cos dat's the last time I'm gonna see ya!"

"I'll be back at nine, bury the fuckin' cat!" Rocco yelled, not even turning around as he stormed away.

"Listen, ye get in dere and ya start getting' a bad vibe ye get de fuck out, quick!" yelled Connor, still frowning.

"Will ya just fuckin' think, Rocco!" Teagan yelled, and Rocco stopped, turning around. He looked straight at her, before sighing and walking away. She let out a roar of frustration, shoving the other iron gate, sending it crashing into the wall and echoing through the alleyway.

She had a real bad feeling about this.