AN: Alright everyone here it is! Chapter two! It's not my favorite but I needed to get it written. Anywho I hope that you guys find it better than I do. I kinda skimmed on the last part because I was lazy. Oh and I'm gonna have a poll up to see who Eunice should end up with, please go vote!
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- Chapter Two -
I spent the next month in Boston. The first week I was there was the roughest. Uncle Doc woke up a few times but it was hard seeing him the way he was. That weekend I called Murphy seeing as I had forgotten due to trying to make sure that Uncle Doc was taken care of.
"Hello?" the voice that I had missed so much asked.
"Hi Murph," I whispered.
"Elliot," he sighed out.
"Sorry I forgot to call you earlier. I've just been trying to deal with everything and it just slipped my mind. I'm sorry," I told him as I hopped up onto Uncle Doc's kitchen counter. It was the first time that I had spent a lot of time in his apartment seeing as I had been spending almost every hour in the hospital, including sleeping.
"How are you? How is Doc? Is everything okay? Did you make it safely?" All of the questions poured out of my husband's mouth in one big rush.
"I'm okay, it's hard but I'll be okay. Uncle Doc is doing better. He's starting to respond more. The doctors are hoping to have him out of the hospital within the week. Everything is okay. He isn't going anywhere anytime soon. And yes. I made it safely. I haven't had to use what you packed me which is a good sign."
I heard Murphy sigh and smiled. It was always so nice having someone who cared about me so much. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," I replied.
"Will you ding for me?" he asked suddenly. "You haven't sang for me in a while."
"Alright. What do you want me to sing?" I asked him.
"Wish You Were Here." It was one of the songs that I had written when we were apart for a month before leaving for Ireland. The first time Murphy heard it, he fell in love with it.
"Hold on," I said putting the phone on speaker and hopping off of the counter. I went back to my old bedroom and grabbed the guitar that Uncle Doc had kept for me up there. I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. "Still there?" I asked the silent phone as I sat on the couch and placed the phone on the coffee table.
"Just waiting," Murphy replied.
I smiled and tuned the guitar. "I can be tough, I can be strong but with you, it's not like that at all. There's a girl that gives a shit behind this wall, you just walk through it. And I remember all those crazy things you said, you left them running though my head. You're always there, you're everywhere, but right now I wish you were here. All those crazy things we did, didn't think about it, just went with it. You're always there, you're everywhere. But right now I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you here, here, here. I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you near, near, near. I wish you were here. I love the way you are, It's who I am, don't have to try hard. We always say, say it like it is and the truth is that I really miss. All those crazy things you said, you left them running though my head. You're always there, you're everywhere. But right now I wish you were here. All those crazy things we did, didn't think about it, just went with it. You're always there, you're everywhere. But right now I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you here, here, here. I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you near, near, near. I wish you were here. No, I don't wanna let go, I just wanna let you know, that I never wanna let go, let go, oh, oh. No, I don't wanna let go, I just wanna let you know, that I never wanna let go, let go, let go, let go. Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go let go, let go, let go. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you here, here, here. I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you near, near, near. I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you here, here, here. I wish you were here. Damn, damn, damn. What I'd do to have you near, near, near. I wish you were here."
I set my guitar to the side. I then picked the phone up and turned it off of speaker phone.
"All you have to do is say the word Elliot and I'll be there," Murphy said after a few beats of silence.
Tears came to my eyes and I blinked them back. "I couldn't do that to you Murph. Or to you Connor."
"How did she know that I was listening?!" another voice cried on the other end of the line.
"Women's instinct," I told them with a smile. "Plus I could hear your breathing dumbass."
"Come on!" Connor yelled. That's when I heard a few distinct thumping sounds. I then heard some grunts and giggled. I hoped that Connor got the shit beat out of him.
"Sorry about that lass," Murphy said a few moments later.
"It's no problem," I told him as I settled back into the couch. "I know that Connor needs a few good beatings every once in a while."
Murphy chuckled and my heart started to beat a million times faster. I loved the sound of his laugh and would never get over the feelings it brought to me.
Murphy and I talked the rest of the night. It was nice. I started to get better about calling him. I tried to call him at least twice during the week and then once during the weekend.
About a week after that conversation Uncle Doc was brought home. I helped him around the house doing different things. All he wanted to do was work at the bar but I wouldn't let him.
Whenever I called Murphy I would let Uncle Doc talk with us for a while. We always had a good time and laughed a lot. More than enough to say the least.
It was two weeks since Uncle Doc had been brought home that the vomit came. Every morning I was in the bathroom puking. Most times I would end up in the bathroom more than once.
It had been a month since I had last seen Murphy and my family in Ireland and now I was scared shitless.
I walked through the aisles of the drug store looking for the one thing that I needed. I picked up the pregnancy test box and looked at it. All I needed to do was pee on the little stick and I would know if I was in fact going to be a mom.
I quickly paid for it and headed home. I checked in on Uncle Doc, who was still fast asleep in his bed, before heading to the bathroom. With shaking hands I pulled the test from the box.
I washed my hands while I waited for the results to pop up. It was a minute after words when that test changed my life.
"Oh my God," I whispered as that little pink plus sign stared up at me. I placed a hand over my stomach as I started to cry. I was gonna be a momma.
I walked from the bathroom and picked up the phone, my test still clutched in my hand. I dialed Murphy and waited for him to pick up. The phone rang and no one answered. That was strange. Someone always answered. I sighed and put the phone back. I set the test in the bathroom where Uncle Doc was sure to see it. I then sat on the couch and flipped the news on.
"There is no new information on the victim found slain this morning inside Trinity Church," I sat bolt straight on the couch. That was the boys' old church. I turned the volume up and stared at the T.V. "As you can see the size of the crowd here has increased substantially over the last couple of hours. People are demanding answers as to how a priest could be murdered in a church. But perhaps more shocking, we have confirmed that the body was ritualized with pennies in the eyes. Many remember this as the grisly card of the prolific vigilante killers known as the Saints and Their Angel, who went on a murder spree here in Boston. A rampage that ended eight years ago, when the Saints brazenly walked into open court... and executed Mafia Don, Papa Joe Yakavetta before a courtroom of terrified witnesses, then simply disappeared without a trace." The screen changed to show when the boys had walked into court that day. "The now legendary security camera footage from that harrowing day, our singular tiny glimpse of these infamous and controversial killers. As police have yet to confirm the Saints' possible involvement, the ominous question hangs heavy in the air. 'Are they back?'"
"Oh my fucking God," I said. No wonder they didn't answer. They were here. They were back. And they didn't fucking tell me.
I grabbed my coat and quickly scrawled a note to Uncle Doc telling him where I went. I headed out the door and quickly walked to the church. Once I got there I could barely get to the front. Once I did I saw three familiar faces. I waved them down.
"What are you doing here?" Greenly hissed at me.
"Mind telling me why my boys are back in town without telling me?" I asked them crossing my arms.
"Let's go," Duffy said holding up the yellow crime scene tape for me to walk under. "There's too many people here."
I nodded and followed the three men into the church. I looked in and nearly had to walk out. It was so much like them, but it couldn't be.
"Mind explaining why you are here and not in Ireland?" Dolly asked.
"Uncle Doc had a heart attack about a month ago. I come over right away LEAVING Murphy, Connor, and Noah back in Ireland," I told the detectives. "I tried calling them today to tell them some good news but no one answered."
Greenly walked into the chapel as I rubbed my tired eyes. This was just way to much excitement for one day.
I heard Duffy sigh then say, "We need to keep our heads, here. It's probably not even them."
"Of course it ain't them but that doesn't really matter, does it. Our skeletons just came screaming out of the closet. We're fucked," Dolly growled back. I had to agree with them. This was bad.
"We're not fucked," Duffy said.
"We are totally fucked! And not just fucked, like elephant dick, pounded in the ass, no reach around, jungle fucked!" Greenly said as he came out of the chapel.
"Lovely image," I told him as I felt my stomach start to feel funny.
"Now's not the time to panic, Green beans!" Duffy said. I smiled at the nickname remembering when we had first met him and called him that.
"Oh, I disagree. Now's the perfect time to panic. We're all Accessories to..." Greenly said before he was cut off by Dolly.
"Don't you fucking say it!" Dolly growled pointing his finger in Greenly's face.
I saw an officer walk in then and I looked between the detectives, who were all still fighting. "Shut the fuck up!" I hissed at them as the cop cleared his throat.
"Her E.T.A. is ten minutes," the cop said.
I put on a fake smile and said, "Thank you." I turned back to the boys waiting for an explanation. That's when I felt it. "Excuse me," I said as I turned and rushed to the bathroom. As I leaned over the toilet I was thankful that I had pulled my hair back this morning.
I walked back out of the bathroom after rinsing out my mouth and splashing cold water on my face. I looked around the hallway and saw that the detectives had gone back outside. I walked out and reached them standing on the step next to Greenly.
"Game time. How are we playing this?" Dolly asked.
"Feds love to pull the divide and conquer routine. We hard line her. Stick together on this. Agreed?" Duffy replied.
"Agreed. We're a brick wall," Dolly replied.
"Let's rock this bitch," Greenly said as the cop car pulled up. I saw three pairs of eyes flash to me.
"I'm in. I need to protect them," was all I said. The car stopped and the agent got out. My mouth nearly hit the ground. "Fucking shit."
The woman walked over to us and from the corner of my eye I saw Greenly use some breath spray. I smacked him on the back of the head and as she stopped in front of us.
"You hafta be Detectives Dolly andDuffy. Am I right? Eunice Bloom. A pleasure," Eunice said shaking the detectives' hands. "And you must be Greenly. Smecker always said you were the funny one."
"Well, funny as in ha ha, though not like funny as in gay cause...I'm not...played high school football," Greenly said. I covered my mouth in order to stop my laugh.
"And Elliot Parker MacManus," Eunice said looking at me.
"Hi Eunice," I said stepping down and giving my friend a hug.
"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in Ireland with that hot husband of yours," she said as we released each other.
"Uncle Doc had a heart attack. I came back to take care of him," I told her. "And glad to know that you approve in my taste in men. You know he has a twin brother right?" I wagged my eyebrows at her and we both laughed. I could feel the stares of the three detectives on us as we spoke.
That's when Dolly interrupted. "What we're trying to figure out here, with all due respect, Agent Bloom..."
"Special," Eunice interrupted him, the annoyance clear on her face.
"Excuse me?" Dolly asked.
"You see there's a 'special' before my 'agent.' If we are going to address each other formally, I'd prefer if you popped it in there. Makes me feel special. Of course, I'd hoped we could be a little more personable. In fact, I'd welcome you to call me Eunice," the agent explained. I smirked knowing that these detectives were going to have handful with her.
"Okay, Eunice. I don't see why the fuck the Fed is…" Duffy started to say.
"Whoa, whoa," Eunice said stopping him. "'Fuck?' This isn't a 'fuck' situation, is it? I can see a 'God Damn' or two but why skip all the way to 'fuck'?"
"What is the Fed's interest in this?" Duffy said. I could see the anger rising in him.
"Their interest, Detective, is capturing the men responsible for the murders of 22 of Boston's finest criminals. They coulda sent anyone. They sent me. Why do you think that is?Well, since we've broken the "Fuck Barrier," allow me to be is because I am so fucking smart that I make smart people feel like retarded," Eunice said. I chuckled at her and at the dumbfounded expressions on the boys' faces.
I followed them around the rest of the day, not really paying attention to stuff. All I knew was that it wasn't my boys which meant that they were still safe in Ireland. Or so I hoped.
"Alright hun, what's on your mind?" Eunice asked as she sat down in a pew next to me.
"I'm worried about them," I told her. "Obviously Smecker told you that I was involved right?" She nodded and I continued. "I knew that it wasn't them but what if someone's trying to call them back? What if someone is trying to get them to come back here? I know that Murphy is probably going crazy about me and Eunice, I'm pregnant."
"Fuck," she said as I looked at her.
"I thought that this wasn't a fuck situation," I teased her as I felt tears come to my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her chest in a loving gesture.
"Don't worry darlin' everything will be alright. Why don't you spend the night at my place. You'll be safe there." I nodded and we both stood. "Plus at least you have someone to take you to all of your doctor appointments."
I giggled as Eunice smiled at me. "You really know how to make a girl feel better."
She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I try."
I spent the night just hanging out and talking with my best friend but I couldn't help but wonder what my boys were doing and if they were safe like I was.
AN: Def not my best chapter ever but it will do. Anywho please review and vote! Oh and the song was 'Wish You Were Here' by Avril Lavigne. I heard it on Pandora and fell in love with it! Now please Review and Vote!