Title: The Affairs Of Dragons

Chapter: Six

Author: Cyn

Summary: Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

Catergory: Boondock Saints/Castle X-over

Disclaimer: Not real. Lies, I tell you. Complete and utter lies. ;)

Author's Notes: Constructive criticism always welcome. Flame on if you must, but I tend to be fire retardant. Besides, I don't offend easily and I usually just delete what I don't like anyway, so why waste time and energy.

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And now, on with the story. . .

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It was late. Very late. However, when the group arrived at McGinty's, Doc was up and ready with whiskey, food, and anything else they might have wanted.

"Looks like we were expected." Beckett said with a knowing look in the direction of the detectives and the twins.

"Doc's always up." Murphy said. Beckett pursed her lips and eyed the dark haired man who seemed to be baiting her.

"'Kay, whatever."

"Are you hungry?" Doc asked. "I got more stuff in the back. - Fuck! Ass! - It's cold out tonight and, Mister, you look like you could use a good meal." He added looking at Castle.

"I am starving, yes." Castle said. "I could eat a horse about right now."

"You just might." Connor chuckled. "You don't know his cooking."

"Sh-shut it, you little shit." Doc said wagging his finger at Connor making the man cackle. "I'll get the rest of the food. - Fuck! Ass! - Dammit!"

"You'll have to excuse him." Murphy said to Beckett. "He's a wee bit touched."

"Fuck you." Doc said as he returning from the kitchen at just the right time.

"You're all on the clock." Beckett said. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't lock the two of you up and throw away the key."

"You think we're criminals?" Connor asked. Beckett nodded. "Worse than the scum we took out?" Beckett didn't answer. "Detective?"

"No one is above the law." Beckett argued.

"The men we killed thought they were." Murphy continued. "They used their influence and money to keep themselves out of prison. Kept doing all the illegal shit they'd always done." Beckett remained silent. "One of them held a gun to my head, Detective. Was going to kill me. To punish Connor and me for a bullshit bar fight from the night before."

"Cuffed me to a toilet in our old loft." Connor said a darkness crept into his voice and his eyes. "Took Murphy to the alley below. The last thing I really remember was watching them drag my brother out the door. I remember the look on his face, Detective." Beckett saw the change. Connor's face hardened. Murphy moved closer to his brother.

"You know anything about twins, Detective." Murphy asked. Beckett shrugged. "We feel each other's emotions - pain, fear, anger, everything." The same darkness moved into the other man's face now. His voice lowered, became more gravelly. "I could feel everything Connor felt in that second. Knew that he believed that it was the last time we'd see each other alive."

"With siblings, you love your brother or sister." Connor picked up the story. Looking from Murphy back to Beckett. "You have a connection, but with twins. It's just different. More defined, I guess. I mean, we shared a beginning. We were created at the same time. Came into the world together. The very thought of one of us losing the other. Even at this point in our lives is almost unfathomable."

"Like losing a limb." Murphy added.

"Exactly." Connor said pointing at his brother. "Those men forced us to make a choice that day. And, that choice led us to the life we live now." Connor shook his head. "Detective, we cannot stand by and let that which is bad destroy that which is good. We can't let good men pay for the sins of the bad."

"It isn't up to you." Beckett said softly.

"Who's it up to, then?" Murphy asked.

"The police. The courts."

"Funny." Connor said. "The cops try to stop these assholes, and then the 'courts' send them back out on the streets. Thieves, murders, rapist, child molesters, mobsters."

"And, do you know who they go after, Detective?" Murphy asked. "They go back to those who talk. Those who have the balls to fight back. They silence them. Happens all the time. You know it does."

"Yakavetta would have men killed, Detective." Connor said. "And, it didn't matter what evidence, or witnesses the cops had, he'd walk. Every fucking time."

"No criminal ever escaped from a graveyard, Detective." Murphy said matter of factly. "There are no loop holes for them to crawl out of in hell."

"And, what about you?" Beckett asked. "Where do you go when you die?"

"Not up to us, Detective." Connor shrugged. "God judges us. And, when that time comes, we'll take what he gives."

"We have no choice." Murphy said. "We were called to this. This is the life we were chosen to live."

"So, what's the verdict, Detective Beckett?" Connor asked.

Beckett was silent. Her mind running about a mile a minute. She looked to Castle. He was staring at the brothers in what looked like a mixture of fear and awe.

"Detective?" Murphy asked drawing Beckett out of her thoughts.

"I don't know." Beckett said. "This goes against everything I have ever believed in. As a cop and as a person."

"Letting these men get away with what they'd been getting away with." Connor said shaking his head. "That goes against everything, Detective."

"We're not asking you to join in." Murphy assured. "We just need you to see that what we do in necessary."

"I don't know that I do." Beckett said. Connor hissed out an angry breath. Murphy ran a hand through his hair.

"Kate." Castle began. She waved him off.

"I need to think for a minute or two." Murphy and Connor stood as she did. She excused herself and moved to the end of the bar.

End Part 6.