AN: Oh how I love snow days! They give me a chance to do nothing but write all day! Anywho please enjoy this chapter!
So the poll is closed. Thank you to those who voted! the winner is...*Dramatic drum roll here*...I'm not telling you! You guys are just gonna have to wait and see!
hayleyjune13: I know! The lack of Daryl made me mad! Anywho I hope you enjoy this chapter! I don't think that it's quite as intense as the last chapter but y'all might disagree with me!
FanFicGirl10: I know wasn't the reunion super cute! That was a fun scene to write. Anywho you'll see Murphy's reaction in this chapter and that's all I'm saying about it! I agree. Daryl is like the best character on the show! And the episode was amazing! I was sitting, staring at my screen going 'Holy shit!' And thank you for pointing out the Irish thing. I changed it this chapter!
Well please enjoy! and remember to review!
- Chapter Five -
"Murphy. I'm pregnant."
I sat up in bed gasping for air. "What the fuck?" I asked rubbing my eyes. I let out a relieved sigh. It was all just a dream, or at least the whole reunion thing was. The robbery was very much real. But seeing my husband just seemed so real. It seemed like he was actually real, like he was actually there.
Tears came to my eyes then. I missed my husband like crazy. I needed to know that he was safe. Even just a phone call would suffice for now.
I sighed and blinked my tears away. I had vowed to never cry about anything anymore. Or at least anything bad.
I got out of bed and grabbed one of the sweaters that I had brought over from Ireland. It was one of Murphy's and the cozy feel of it made me feel that much closer to my missing husband.
That's when the door opened. Eunice poked her head in. "Oh good, you're awake," she said as she walked into the room."I was hoping that I would catch you. We got a problem."
I looked at my friend and asked, "What kind of problem?"
"A problem that involves drugs, Chinese dealers, and more likely than not your husband and brother-in-law."
"Shit!" I said reaching for my closest pair of pants. I changed from my PJ pants into my jeans. I quickly slid on my shoes and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I at least looked somewhat presentable. I followed my best friend from my room to her car.
"Will Doc be okay with you leaving?" she asked me as she started the car.
I shrugged and said, "Probably not, but right now, my boys are more important."
Eunice only nodded and we took off. It wasn't long before we reached our destination, a large warehouse by the docks.
We walked in to see Dolly and Duffy standing to one side, Greenly walking around the scene rocking out to some music, five dead Chinese drug dealers, and a crashed fork lift.
"What happened?" I asked Dolly and Duffy as I stood between them, looking at the scene.
"Well Green Beans over there is trying to figure it out," Dolly told me and Eunice, who was watching Greenly with rapt attention.
"It's not them," Greenly announced then.
I took another look around the room. "It sure looks like them to me," I said as I stepped up to one of the dead men. "Pennies in the eyes and crossed arms. Reminds me of eight years ago," I whispered.
"Let me take a look hun," Eunice said stepping up next to me. I nodded and moved back towards the other detectives. I watched as she placed ear plugs in and then started to move around the room. After a few minutes she removed the plugs and said, "It's them."
I sent a smug smile to the other detectives. This had my boys written all over it.
"A wise man once told me, where a man's actions are firmly bound to an unshakable faith one's worst nightmares become sudden, terrifying reality," Eunice said.
"What's the symbolism?" Dolly asked Eunice.
"Symbolism?" she asked looking at him.
"Yea, what does this symbolize?" he asked giving her a smug look.
"It symbolizes a huge fuck up. This was a plan that fell to pieces. A lot of it don't make sense which is why it all makes perfect sense," Eunice replied.
That's when she started to explain what happened. I really didn't pay all that much attention though. I had no idea how she could handle a job like this. I mean I know that I would get totally sick of it in less than a week. But then again I was the girl who decided that being a vigilante was better than being a bartender.
The night wore on and everything started to blur together. At one point I remember hearing the phrase, "I do believe that things in our fair little city just got downright biblical."
I knew that my boys would continue with killing people off and continue to have a strong faith.
It wasn't long before we were outside chatting. Eunice had a file in her hand about some guy named George. That's when Duffy came up.
"Ballistics just dug it out," he told us holding up a small bag with a tiny ass bullet in it.
"A twenty two? You gotta be kidding me," I said looking at the bullet.
My eyes meet Eunice's as she said, "That's like bringing a knife to a gunfight."
"Yeah, or like bringing a really small gun...to a gunfight," Greenly said. We all gave him strange looks and I smirked.
'Nice try Green Beans,' I thought.
"I don't know. Ballistics is reading three shooters. This is one of them," Duffy said curling his fingers around the bullet and putting it in his pocket.
"Well, I'm having a hard time believing that one of the three most lethal individuals on the planet just switched over to bird shot," Eunice said looking around the small circle we had created.
I looked at her and said, "Neither of the boys would use something that small. I didn't even use something that small!" I thought of the pistols that still currently resided in my suitcase.
"Maybe we're reading it wrong. The priest was a frame job, right?" Dolly said.
"Yeah, maybe somebody's trying to eliminate some competition here," Duffy said.
"Yeah," Greenly agreed.
Eunice walked away a few steps and I hissed to the boys, "They're back. I can feel them here."
Eunice turned back to us then. "No, sir. It's them," she said. "But I want to know who the third shooter is."
I let out a sigh. "I have no idea. The only person we stayed in contact with was Uncle Doc." I paused. "And Smecker, but." I cut myself off not wanting to think about the late detective who had helped me and my boys.
The night continued on. Soon we sent the boys home not knowing what else to do. Greenly had offered to drive me home since I had a 'delicate condition' but I only told him to take his 'delicate condition' and shove it up his ass.
"We should get you home," Eunice said as she sat down on the crate next to me.
"Probably," I replied as I rubbed my eyes. It had been a long day. Eunice helped me stand. She turned and started back to her car. I followed after her.
Soon we were in her car and speeding back to the bar. We reached the bar and I got out. "Let me know if you figure anything else out!" I called over my shoulder to her.
"Don't worry hun, you got my word! Get some sleep and keep your schedule open tomorrow afternoon. We're taking you to the doctor!" Eunice told me, leaning out her car window.
"Whose we?" I asked her, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
Eunice only gave me a sly smile and said, "Just a few mutual friends."
"Do these friends happen to go by the names of Dolly, Duffy, and Greenly?"
"How did you know?" Eunice asked with a laugh.
"Lucky guess," I told her with a laugh of my own. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you hun!" she called back as I walked into the bar. I figured that she would just call me tomorrow. I sighed and walked through the empty bar. That's when I heard laughing.
I looked around the bar, but no one was there. I heard the laughing again and then the sound of shot glasses all hitting the table at the same time. And if I heard right, it sounded like four glasses.
That's when I saw it. The small sliver of light that was coming from the back room. There had to be someone back there. I slowly walked back there. There was another round of laughter and then silence.
That's when I heard someone speak. "Not this time, ya little shit," I heard my uncle say. Who the hell would he be saying that to?
I heard a second voice then. "We'll see, old man." I gasped and leaned against the wall. That's impossible. "Would somebody please come over here and,"
"Fuck!" come from my uncle.
"Me up the,"
"Ass!"
"Yes! That's what happens every time! I took ya' down old man! I took ya' down!" I heard Connor shout and then Murphy's laugh filled my ears. I couldn't help but smile. That's when it hit me. My husband was in there. A wave of anger rolled through me.
"Quid hic agis inferni?!" (What the hell are you doing here?! LATIN) I yelled as I burst into the room. Three pairs of stunned eyes stared at me while one pair of electric blue eyes met mine.
I had taught Murphy how to speak Latin when we were in Ireland and in turn he taught me Gaelic. Connor and Murphy kept Russian to themselves while Murphy and I kept Latin to ourselves.
"Elliot?" Murphy asked.
"Who the hell is this brawd?" a man who I had never seen before asked.
I ignored him and stared down my husband. "Non note, nulla phone invocabis, nihil est? Numquid vos iustus oblivisci ut vos habebat uxorem Murphy? Est, quod ipsa?" (No note, no phone call, nothing? Did you just forget that you had a wife Murphy? Is that it? LATIN) I yelled at him.
"Vos scitis quod suus 'non verum Elliot!" (You know that's not true Elliot! LATIN) he yelled back. "Te amo." (I love you. LATIN) he whispered, his voice sounding defeated, broken, and scared. I was surprised that it didn't crack.
"Tá mé leatsa Murphy," (I'm yours Murphy. GAELIC) I said, all hints of anger gone from my voice.
"Deo agus i gcónaí," (Forever and Always. GAELIC) he replied back.
I had never thought that I would turn into that sappy couple person but Murphy showed me otherwise. We had a saying. "I'm yours," one of us would start off. "Forever and Always," the other would reply. It was like our own special little thing and I loved it. We never said it in English though. It was always in a different language.
This time Gaelic so that Connor would know that we made up despite just yelling at each other not even two minutes ago.
Murphy walked over to me and pulled me into his arms. I buried my head in his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
"I missed you so much," I told him.
"I missed you too mon ange," he told me.
"What the fuck is going on?" the guy who I had ignored earlier exclaimed. "Who the hell is this chick?"
I pulled away from Murphy and looked at the man. He had tan skin and long black hair. He was obviously from some Spanish speaking country from the slight accent he had. "I could ask you the same thing," I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well this here is our Mexican, Romeo," Connor said throwing one of his arms over the man, Romeo's, shoulders.
"And this is my wife Elliot," Murphy said putting his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.
"Holy shit man, I didn't know that you were married!" Romeo exclaimed.
"Almost five years," Murphy said looking down at me.
"Only four more days," I told him. Murphy looked at me with such love in his eyes that I couldn't stop what I did next. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with everything that I had.
I heard a wolf whistle from Connor but I didn't care. I ran my hand through my husband's now short hair as our tongues intertwined.
"Wow," he said when we finally parted.
"Wow," I agreed. We hadn't kissed like that in years. I guess that being apart was good for us. I stared at my husband taking everything about him in. He had cut his hair and thankfully shaved his beard, so that all was left was the same scruff that he had the first time I had seen him. "I can't believe you're here," I told him placing my hand on his cheek.
"We had to come back. We weren't letting whoever shot that priest get away with it," he told me.
"Aye," Connor piped up. "We're taking our revenge."
I looked over at my brother-in-law and said, "Does that have anything to do with the dead Chinese drug dealers?" Everyone in the room looked at me in shock. "Yes, I know about that. My best friend and the woman who has been helping me figure out what the hell is going on invited me to the crime scene."
"And would this woman be the same one that was your maid of honor?" Connor asked. I nodded and I saw the small smile that graced his face.
"I put in a good word for you too Connor," I told him with a wink. Conner's face turned bright red then and a round of laughter went up in the room. "Don't worry, I think she likes you too."
Connor rolled his eyes at me then took a swig of whatever alcohol was in the bottle he was holding.
"So wanna drink?" Romeo asked me as I sat on the edge of the pool table in the middle of the room.
"I can't," I told him.
"Why not?" Connor asked me.
"You were always a big drinker back in Ireland," Murphy said.
I placed a hand on my stomach and looked up at my husband. "Murph, I'm pregnant."
"Wh…What?" Murphy asked confused, like he didn't understand.
"We're gonna have a baby Murph," I told him.
"I'm gonna be a Da?" he whispered. I nodded. He scooped me up into his arms and spun me around. I smiled and laughed at his antics.
Once he set me back down Connor asked, "How far along are ya'?"
"At least four weeks, but it might be more than that. Eunice and the boys are taking me in for an appointment tomorrow afternoon," I told them.
"The boys?" Murphy asked confused. I nodded and bit my lip. That's when he figured it out. "Duffy, Dolly, and Green Beans." I smiled at him and nodded.
"How are they doing?" Connor asked.
"Good. Seems that Green Beans took a liking to Eunice, but she doesn't seem interested in him," I told them. I heard Connor utter a low growl in the back of his throat. "Oh calm down. You have a way better chance than Green Beans."
Everyone laughed at that.
The rest of the night went on with lots of laughing and many kisses on mine and Murphy's part.
When we were all finally exhausted I grabbed Murphy's hand and led him upstairs to my room.
"Vous savez, j'ai toujours aimé vous voir dans mes vieilles chemises," (You know, I always love seeing you in my old shirts. FRENCH) Murphy whispered in my ear as he embraced me from behind.
I smiled at that and leaned back into his body. He kissed a trail up my neck to my ear. "Je t'aime tellement Murphy," (I love you so much Murphy. FRENCH) I told him.
"Je t'aime aussi mon ange," (I love you too my angel. FRENCH) he whispered in my ear, the sensation making me shiver.
I pulled away from his embrace and got undressed. I crawled under my covers then. I felt the bed shift and I knew that Murphy had sat down on the edge of the bed. I turned so that I was facing him. He had his back to me as he got undressed. I gasped as he took off his shirt.
I gasped as I saw the large tattoo on his back. Of course I had seen it before but it was so much darker now than when I had last seen it. I sat up and shifted so that I was behind him. I let my fingers trail over the tattoo. I felt Murphy shiver beneath my touch. I kissed his shoulder blade and I heard him sigh.
Suddenly I was pinned beneath him, my arms over my head, my wrists clasped in one of Murphy's hands, his other hand trailing up and down my side. I had no idea how it happened, but I couldn't complain.
"Gotta be quicker than that lass," he whispered in my ear. I shivered and squirmed underneath him.
"No fair," I whined. "I'm with child."
"And I love you all that much more for it," he told me as he gently kissed me. I leaned into the kiss just as he pulled away.
"Fucking tease," I whined as I wrapped my legs around his waist. In one fluid motion I flipped our positions so that I was on top of him, straddling his hips, my hands holding his at his side.
Murphy gave me a bewildered look and asked, "How the hell did you do that?"
"Gotta be quicker than that love," I teased him. He rolled his eyes at me. I bent down and kissed a path along his jaw.
"Who is the tease now," he said as I sucked on his adam's apple. I heard him gasp as I lightly bit down on it, knowing that I would leave a bruise.
I pulled away from his neck and looked into those lust filled blue eyes. "And you fucking love every minute of it."
"That I do," he replied grabbing my waist and flipping us once again. "Well now that you've had your fun, I'd like to have mine."
"I barely even started though!" I told him with a pout.
"Don't care," he murmured as he latched onto my neck.
We spent some time like that. Just going back and forth, claiming each other. After lots of teasing we made love. It was one of the best nights of my life.
I fell asleep with one of Murphy's arms around my waist and one across my chest, clutching onto my shoulder. It was like when we had first learned of our mission, eight years ago.
I had fallen in love with him then and I never stopped loving him.
Until possibly the next day.
AN: Muhahaha! That was my evil laugh for tricking you all in the begining! I know y'all probably hated me after that but at least I gave you the real reunion! The evil laugh is also for the ending. I just love cliffhangers!
Anywho please review! I kinda wanna know why you think Elliot 'Doesn't' love Murphy anymore. I'm kinda curious.
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