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So the skinny on chapter 11, it's kind of a bonding/recap chapter. I hope it's not just filler, it's meant to map out a later chapter I have in mind. Alright enough whining onto the reading! Please enjoy, read and review, if you would be so kind. Love you all!

The next afternoon, the anesthesia wore off and Quinn woke up. Pain killers being true to their name, she only felt a dull ache running through her upper left chest. Still groggy from the drugs she turned slightly and saw the messy dark brown hair of her husband sleeping in the chair bent over on her bed his hand on hers. The red head smiled, glad he was safe, glad she was alive. Just watching him sleep, a role reversal of their weekends, Brendan always woke up first turned to his right side facing her. The gentle detective would stroke he face and hair until she woke up. Quinn turned on her side carefully and ran her fingers through his hair. The door opened and her father came in with three very large cups of coffee he bought around the corner.

"Hey Bee, you're up," he said quietly, "Good to see he crashed, been running on an empty tank for the longest time," he handed his daughter the latte and pulled up a chair on her right side. "How ya feeling?"

"I'm ok, probably worse after the drugs wear off," she looked at her father's strong face, it was knitted together in thought, "What's up Daddy?"

He turned his green eyes to his youngest, "Tell me everything," he said quietly, "I need to know what happened. Why is everyone after Connor and Murphy? Start back in 1998 and then end where you got shot," Frank's eyes were intense and filled with uncertainty.

Quinn dropped her head and took in a sharp breath, playing the the plastic lid on her coffee. Casting her eyes up to her father and let out the breath she had been holding in, "Okay, remember the Saint Patrick's Day incident I told you about?" Frank nodded taking a sip of coffee, "It started then, on my birthday," she smirked a bit, "The Russians were part of the mod buying up buildings, they wanted Doc's place. The boys tired to get them to leave but a fight ensued and they got the better of the mobsters. The next morning, and I'm paraphrasing here, they came looking for revenge and it left two dead Russians in the alleyway behind their loft. The next part I'm unsure of, even though Connor tried to explain it to me, the night they stayed in the holding cell they got a 'calling' from God, to hunt down and kill evil men," Quinn paused letting her words sink in. Frank took another sip of coffee and his daughter did the same, glancing at her husband, still dead to the world. He must have been up for days.

"Odd, but not unheard of, go on. Tell me how you ended up at Yakavetta's house."

"This is oddly familiar," she mumbled throwing her eyes at Brendan once again then back to her dad, "After the boys and Rocco broke in to my place and told me to keep a low profile. I tried, coming to stay with you and mom. I guess they knew I was friends with Rocco cause I worked at the bar," she shrugged her shoulders, not really sure how they knew who she was, "They grabbed me and brought me to his house. They thought Rocco was the mastermind behind all the dead mobsters."

Frank looked at his daughter, not needing to know the grisly details he knew all too well; having read the police report Smecker gave him. "So what happened this time?"

"It started when Father McKinney was murdered," Quinn paused a moment to say a prayer, McKinney was her family's priest when she was growing up. "It was a message to the boys that the war they started was just beginning. They came after me because I got a chance to testify, it was Yakavetta's son who thought he was running the show. His goons came after me and Rosie."

"Why did you take her to Bren's parents? You never told me the reasoning behind it, in fact Bee I didn't get another phone call from you," he said sternly.

"Sorry Daddy, the eight of us were kind of radio silent with the outside world."

"Eight," he questioned, eyebrow raised.

"I'm getting there. I took Red to Carol's because the guys called me Cavanaugh, not Duffy. So if I took her to you there was a chance I'd be putting everyone in danger. Plus Carol was going to Florida with Andrew to see Bridget, it made much more sense." Taking a gulp of coffee, she opened her mouth to continue but Brendan stirred, "Hey handsome," she smiled as her husband threw his arms around her covering her face with kisses. Quinn could see he had been crying, "Hey B, we gotta tell him what happened," she nodded towards her dad, sitting quietly and patiently for the explanation to continue. Duffy sat down and let his wife continue, "Connor and Murphy and their friend Romeo saved Red and me. Connor made sure Rosie was safe and then took me to McGinty's to wait until they came back. Back in '98 Smecker, Dolly, Greenly and Duffy here helped the boys evade capture and plan the publicized killing of Papa Joe. When McKinney was killed they called in Eunice Bloom, Paul's protege, she was also helping keep the boys safe and out of a prison cell."

"How did you wind up in Maine?"

The detective and his wife looked at each other, "The twin's father Noah is the one that started it all with a friend Louie. Louie was the mastermind behind the priest and my kidnapping. He settled in Maine," She stopped when the realization took hold, she had no idea what happened after she blacked out, "I need to be filled in on a lot huh?"

"Quite a bit," Brendan whispered as they turned back to Frank deep in thought.

Quinn's father took a few sips of coffee, handing Brendan his. Looking between his youngest and her husband, "Why didn't you tell me all this before?"

Both of them shrugged, "I thought it was over and I guess I was being loyal to the boys. Connor asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn't," Quinn said after a moment.

Frank looked at Quinn, softened his eyes a bit, "You should have told me Bee. I would have helped." Brendan and Quinn looked at each other, both of them slack jawed, then turned to the colonel, "Don't be so surprised. They saved my youngest more times than I can remember, I owe them so much more than I could repay. I'll help in anyway I can. Now you two catch up," he got up kissed his daughter's head and walked out.

After the door closed, "I never pictured my military father as pro vigilante," she looked at Duffy, "I know it's bad, but fill me in."

"Not sure where to start," he paused, not wanting to give the news about Greenly.

"Start at the beginning and when you get to now stop," she kissed him lightly.

Duffy took a deep breath, "Well, let's start with the non horrible news and work our way to the really bad," he tried to smile but it failed and Quinn nodded solemnly, "Ok," he took a breath, "Louie is dead and so is Noah." The detective paused as tears streamed down the red head's cheeks, she motioned for him to keep going, "Eunice is on the run, Panza is dead but not before…" taking a breath, "He killed David." Quinn burst into sobs, he was silly and impetuous but he had a kind heart and was funny. He lit up with joy every time Rosie was around, which is why Quinn asked him to be the girl's God father. Face in her hands she silently sobbed for her lost friend. It never seemed to fail when the boys were around, it was Rocco the first time and now Greenly. The thought of the Funny Man made her cry harder. Her face was red and twisted with grief as she looked at Brendan.

"Are the boys ok?"

He nodded, "They're safe for now. Romeo was taken to another hospital, I'm not sure of his condition. Dolly will be by later with news. How ya feeling," he lifted her chin, her eyes glowing.

"Like I've been run over. Were they here?"

Brendan nodded, "They wanted to see you…"

The door opened and Kuntsler walked in with a little weasel of a man. The FBI agent still as smug as ever, even though he had lost the boys, he was still going to get Quinn. He sneered at the detective as he stood almost daring the cop to do something stupid. Brendan's fists were shaking clenched tightly. "How's our favorite little gunshot victim today," his voice thick with sarcasm and detestation. His arms crossed in front of his chest, posture stiff as a board, all the while the smug sneer permanently stuck to his face as he looked at the couple. He had her right where he wanted her.