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FanFicGirl10: I know that I tease a lot but hey, that's what keeps you coming back! I love that Murphy is happy to be a Da. I think that it's kinda like a secret thing for him that he loves little kids and wants to have a big happy family. Plus he wants to be there for his kids, unlike his own Da. and I wouldn't say that she hates him, just not entirly happy with him.
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FanFicGirl10: Again, I wouldn't say that Elliot hates Murphy, she just doesn't like him all that entirly much. I think that her being pregnant is just playing with her emotions. She's scared shitless about having twins because she was scared in the first place about bringing a baby into the kind of world that her and the boys live in and now she's bringing in two. So I think that just kind of made her go crazy and need someone to blame. Murphy, the poor guy, just happened to be the one she blamed. And yea, I have to agree, they are drifting apart. But something that happens at the end of this chapter and for the next chapters (basiclly until the end of the story) will bring them closer than ever. I love MacManus twins as well, which is why I wanted her to have twins! (Sorry this is so long, I guess that I just had a lot to say!)
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- Chapter Seven –
"Elliot wake up," somebody said shaking my shoulder. I groaned, pulled my covers closer around me, and rolled over. "Oh come on Elliot."
"No," I said snuggling deeper under my sheets.
"Oh for fuck's sakes," they said. All of a sudden I was freezing and coverless.
I opened my eyes to see Eunice standing there with my sheets in her hand. "Come on Eunice, you know that I'm not a morning person."
"Yea but we got a date," she told me grabbing my jeans and throwing them at me.
"Alright, alright," I groaned sitting up. I pulled the jeans on and felt around for a shirt.
"Do you really not have any sexy shirts?" Eunice asked me.
I gave her a confused look. "My husband is God knows where, why would I need a sexy shirt?"
"Well, this guy is high class. You didn't expect to go waltzing in there in wearing some old sweatshirt did you?" she asked me.
"I didn't know that there was a dress code," I told her.
"Good thing we're the same size," she told me as she took off her top, leaving her in only a black dress. She threw it at me along with a black bra.
I looked at the silky material in my lap. It was dark green with black lace cut outs. "Eunice, I couldn't possibly wear this!" I exclaimed. "I'm pregnant and showing! This shirt is for someone who is single and NOT pregnant."
"Oh calm down Elliot, nobody you know will be there. Everything will be fine." My best friend told me. I groaned and rolled my eyes at her. "Plus I bet Murphy would love it." Eunice told me with a wink.
"Don't even get me started on him," I told her as I changed my bra and pulled the shirt on.
"What do you mean?" she asked me.
"He is God knows where and tomorrow is our anniversary," I explained to my best friend. "He doesn't know about the twins yet either," I said in a softer voice as I laid a protective hand over my hidden bump.
I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder then. I looked up into Eunice's light blue green eyes. "Everything will be alright hun. I have a good feeling about this."
I nodded and sent her a small smile. I got out of bed and grabbed my old converse.
"No way are you wearing those," I heard from behind me.
I stood and turned to face Eunice. "What else am I going to wear?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"These," Eunice said holding up a pair of black stiletto boots.
"Conplexio est esse stupri kidding me. Nulla cothurno illos in inferno qui me questus es. Tunicam bysso, et illi non prodest aetate confectus. Non est stupri via!" (You have got to be fucking kidding me. There is no way in hell that you are getting me into those boots. The shirt, fine, but I haven't worn those boots in years. There is no fucking way! LATIN) I yelled at her.
"Ya' know, I always hated when ya' switched languages on me," my best friend told me eyeing the boots in her hand. "Nunc, hic 'quis' agnus dei accidere. Tute agnus dei mitte illas ocreis, tum sumus agnus dei ire unum inveneris Templi George ego sum, nec agnus dei exaudire stupri verbum de illo." (Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna put these boots on and then we're gonna go find one Gorgeous George and I'm not gonna hear another fucking word about it. LATIN)
I stared open mouthed at her. I had no idea that she could still speak Latin. "Fucking soith," (Fucking bitch GAELIC) I muttered as I grabbed the boots from her.
"That's a new one," she told me with a smirk.
"Gaelic, learned it from the boys," I told her as I put the boots on. I stood and looked at her. "Ready?"
"You got a gun?" she asked me.
"No," I quickly said trying to push the image of my pistols still sitting in the bottom of my suitcase from my mind. I didn't need to get wrapped back up in shooting people.
"Liar," Eunice said after studying me for a moment. "Where is it?" I didn't say anything. "Alright, I guess I'll just have to find it then."
"Oh fuck dom go ifreann agus ar ais," (Oh fuck me to hell and back GAELIC) I muttered walking over to my closet. I bent down and reached into my suitcase. "I ndáiríre riamh ag iarraidh seo a úsáid arís ach buille faoi thuairim agam nach féidir liom a rogha," (I really never wanted to use this again but I guess I don't have a choice. GAELIC) I said as I felt my hand wrap around the cool metal. I pulled the gun out and shoved it into the waist band of my jeans. "Alright let's go," I said standing and stalking by Eunice.
We got to the kitchen before Eunice said, "Shouldn't you write your uncle a note?"
"I guess so," I said looking around for a pad of paper and a pen. Once I found the needed supplies I wrote a quick note to my uncle. I set it on the kitchen table where I knew he would be able to find it. When I knew my friend wasn't looking I shove a piece of paper and the pen into my pocket. After that I walked down to the bar with Eunice. "I have to check something quick. I'll only be minute. Why don't you go wait in the car," I told her.
She gave me a funny look but walked from the bar anyways. Once I saw her get into her car I walk back to the back room. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and wrote another note.
'Chuaigh amach le cara. Ná bíodh imní ort mar gheall orm. Bia Is sa chuisneoir san árasán. Fan sábháilte agus nach aon ní a dúr a dhéanamh agus tá mé imithe, nach bhfuil mo láthair stopadh tú san am atá caite. (Went out with a friend. Don't worry about me. Food is in the fridge in the apartment. Stay safe and don't do anything to stupid while I'm gone, not that my presence has stopped you in the past. GAELIC)
Murphy, nisi moriantur. Ego postulo vos. Ego novi aliquid vobis. Amabo, revertere, viveret. (Murphy, don't die. I need you. I have some news for you. Please, come back alive. LATIN)'
I set the note in the middle of the table with a sigh. I hoped to God that they saw it and wouldn't get themselves killed. With one last look at the note, I walked from the room and out to Eunice's car. I got in without a word and Eunice didn't ask me about it.
We drove in silence for a minute or two before I flicked the radio on. We drove for a while longer before stopping in front of a place called 'Bella Sante Salon'.
"This is hardly a place for a date," I told her as I undid my seatbelt.
"This is hardly a date," she replied getting out of the car. I followed her lead and got out as well. I followed after her as we walking into the salon.
We walked back to a small room in the back. I figured that Eunice must have done her research before we got here seeing as she didn't say a word to anyone.
Eunice opened the door and flashed her badge to the young female masseuse. I put a finger to my lips as I walked in after her. Eunice put some lotion on her hands and replaced the girl's hands on the fat man laying on the table. I ushered the masseuse out of the room and gently closed the door.
That's when I heard the most disgusting sounds in the entire world. "Oh, yeah," I heard from the man on the table. I stood in front of the door and looked around the room trying to block out the sounds George was making. "Someone's been eating their Wheaties. Yeah, get after it, girl."
That's when I spotted it. A large paddle leaning up against the wall. "Pst," I hissed at Eunice to get her attention. She looked up at me and I jerked my head in the direction of the paddle. She smiled at me and nodded.
I watched as her hand traveled lower on George's back. "Oh that's good." I watched as she dragged his towel down, exposing his ass. "Let's keep this professional baby. I don't need ya to keep calling me."
While he was busy talking I grabbed the paddle and smacked him as hard as I possibly could with it.
"AAAAAH!" he cried as he rolled off the table and hit the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK!? You fucking bitch!" he cried scrambling to stand.
Eunice and I looked at each and then both pulled our guns. George came rushing at us and stopped upon seeing the guns in his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said putting his hands up.
"What the fuck did you just say to us?" I asked cocking my gun.
"I-I-I'm sorry I called you guys that," George said.
"Well, how courteous of you to apologize. Courtesy is so important. Don't you agree?" Eunice asked.
"I know I sure I do," I growled at the man in front of us.
"Y-yeah, I'm down with that," George said, his hands visibly shaking.
"Good. Now sit your fat ass down," I told him, my gun never leaving his face. George scrambled to pick up a stool and sit.
Eunice holstered her gun then pulled up the armrest on one of the drying chairs and sat. I could see George eye fucking her as she crossed her legs. I on the other hand decided to stay standing. It made for an easier get away if necessary. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gun still gripped in my hand.
"Where is Concezio Yakavetta?" Eunice asked calmly.
"I don't know," George replied giving us a look.
"Yeah. There's a lot of stuff you don't know, Hoss," I told him. He gave me a confused look and bit his lip. "For instance, you're the only New York guy George. Your blood just ain't as blue as the rest of them is it?"
"Explains why aren't you safely tucked away in some ivory tower with all the other big wigs, sucking on cannoli and cocktail shrimp? That's why you're the one he left on the streets, George," Eunice chimed in, finishing my thought.
"Like you know shit all of a sudden!" George nearly yelled at us. "Someone's gotta run our legitimate businesses. Someone's gotta make sure that..."
"Someone's gotta chum the waters," Eunice said cutting him off.
"That's bullshit!" George cried pointing his finger at Eunice. I cocked my gun again but he just kept on talking. "And I ain't saying another fucking word to you. Either of you."
"Good. Then you can just listen," I said as he turned his back to us.
"We know Concezio had that priest killed," Eunice told him. George looked back at her and I knew that he hadn't known.
"Oh, that's another thing you don't know, I bet. But then why would he tell you that George?" I asked.
Eunice stood then and walked over to the fat man on the stool. "You and your guys on the street, you're his bait. Gorgeous George, huh? Expendable George is more like it," she told him. She then nodded at me and I shoved my gun back in the waistband of my pants. Eunice and I turned to leave. Eunice looked over her shoulder though and called, "By the by, you got a pretty nice ass for a fat man."
We were about to walk out the door when George called to us, "I don't know why you stay with that Irish fucker! You could do much better!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" I growled turning around to look at him.
"You know that they aren't gonna leave this city alive right? Concezio is after them but not you. But I know the truth," he told me.
I walked towards him as he spoke to me until I was right in his face. "You fucking say a word to anyone about me. Anyone and I will come after you. That's a promise," I hissed at him before standing and leaving the room with Eunice in tow.
Once we got outside and back in Eunice's car she turned to me. "What the fuck was that about?"
"Eunice, he was the one who sent that robber. He's the one that knows about me and Murphy. If he tells anyone about us, I'm dead. If anyone finds out about the twins they're gonna wait until they're born and then come after us. I know how the minds of these people work," I told her.
"That's it. I'm getting one of the guys to protect you 24/7. We can't rely on one threat to keep that fat man quiet."
- Murphy's POV -
Connor, Romeo, and I all walked down the hall in the memorial center. That's when I spotted it. The words 'David Della Rocco' with his picture right underneath it.
Connor and I both knelt and started to pray. I closed my eyes and the scene from that night played back in my mind.
"No!" Elliot screamed as she moved in front of Rocco. I loved the way that she was so protective and fierce. She was truly our guardian angel.
"God! No!" I heard my twin scream but all I could focus on was the mob boss. Yakavetta raised his gun and knocked the girl I loved away from our friend. She landed at my feet as the shot rang out around the cold room.
I had failed Rocco that day, seeing as I was the one who wanted to bring him into this. I knew that Elliot shared the same feelings as I did.
I quickly finished my prayer and crossed myself. That's when I looked at Rocco's picture. Something was off about it. That's when it clicked. "Connor," I said nudging my brother. "What the...did they use his mug shot?"
"What? No," he replied leaning in close, like me.
We both stared at it before I said, "Yeah. You remember how he told us he was embarrassed cause that feller had to hold up all his long hair behind his head?"
"Aye," Connor said remembering that time.
"Look at that," I said pointing to a blurry, thick line in the back of the picture. "That's an arm."
Connor looked at me and we both cracked up. "Rocco," my brother said pointing at the picture and laughing. The only thing that was missing from the moment was my wife. I faintly heard Romeo talking on the phone, but I ignored him. "Murph you all right?" Connor asked noteiching that I had stopped laughing.
"I'm fine," I told him quickly.
My twin cast a quick glance around the room before dropping his voice and asking, "Tá tú ag smaoineamh faoi Elliot ní arís go bhfuil tú?" (You're thinking about Elliot again aren't you? GAELIC)
I nodded and said, "Mi sento come qualcosa di brutto sarebbe successo a lei. E 'come un istinto. Non so perché, ma ho appena fatto." (I just feel like something bad is gonna happen to her. It's like a gut feeling. I don't know why but I just have it. ITIALIAN)
"C'est exactement pourquoi nous avons choisi de la laisser sortir de nos plans. Avec son être enceinte et tout, il ne serait pas bon pour elle. Vous faites la bonne chose Murph," (That's exactly why we chose to leave her out of our plans. With her being pregnant and all, it wouldn't be good for her. You're doing the right thing Murph. FRENCH) Connor told me.
"Ich weiß, aber das bedeutet nicht, dass ich nicht noch dieses Gefühl," (I know, but that doesn't mean that I don't still have that feeling. GERMAN) I replied. My twin nodded, not really knowing what else to say. We both stood then and meet Romeo to leave.
He told us of our next hit. A street mob boss named George.
It wasn't long before the time came and we walked into the tanning room. I jumped up on top of tanning bed, squishing the fat man inside of it.
"Lovely voice. We'd like ya ta sing for us. Can ya' do that for me?" my brother asked he put his gun to the man's temple. "Can ya' do that for me?!"
I heard the taps on the cover of the bed I jumped off of it. I pulled the top up and Connor got George out of the bed. "It's getting hard to be a gentleman of fucking leisure, around here!" I heard him cry, but we just ignored him. I grabbed his hair and my twin got his stomach. Together we got him pushed up against the wall.
"We want the shooter you motherfuckers used on that priest," I told him as we pushed our guns into the palms of his hands.
"What priest?" he asked.
Now I was pissed. I let go of his arm and smacked him as hard as I could in the fat fucking face of his. "The fucking name!" I cried.
"I don't know who it is!" the fat ass cried.
"That's fucking bullshit!" Romeo called from behind us.
Connor and I both released his arms and cocked our guns, ready to blow this motherfucker away.
"It's the truth! Concezio didn't tell no one what he was doing cause he knew nobody would have okayed it! The shooter's an independent contractor! That's all I know!" he cried looking between me and my brother.
That's when Connor grabbed the cross around his neck. The motherfucker didn't deserve to wear that, but now it turned out to be kinda handy. My twin choked the fat ass and asked, "Where the fuck Yakavetta hidin'?"
"The Prudential! Fortieth floor! Jesus Christ!" the man wheezed out. That's when his phone started to go off.
Romeo threw me the cell phone and I quickly read the text. "You meeting someone tonight?" I asked the man who still had my gun trained on.
"Yakavetta's racket chief," he said as I threw the phone to my brother. "Street guys. Your kind of guys. You could take a real bite outta crime here, huh? I could help you."
Connor hit him in the head with the phone and showed him the screen. "The fuck is that?"
"Nobody forgot what you guys did to us last time. Everyone's hiding staying indoors. I give out the location an hour before," the fat ass explained to us.
"My Uncle's place is closed tonight. I got the key," Romeo told us.
"How's Mexican for you, George?" Connor asked giving the man a slap.
"No difference to me. I think I just shit my European cut Speedos, anyway," he told us. I grimaced at the thought of just how absolutely disgusting that was. The fat ass then looked at me. "You know that girl of yours is pretty. She could do so much better."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I growled at him.
"Oh she didn't tell you?" he asked, taunting me. I shoved the barrel of my gun harder against his palm. "Her and that red head came and visited me today. Man, if Concezio knew about your girl, he would do murder to her body. She's probably all tight and hot, makes cute noises, screams when you right that right spot inside her."
I pulled my gun away from his hand and whipped it across his face. I heard the sound of his noise breaking and then I saw the blood. I went to go beat him again when I heard Connor yell.
"Murph!"
I looked at my brother. I could see exactly what he was trying to say in his eyes. 'Calm the fuck down.' But how could I? This fat motherfucker was taking about Elliot, Ma of my unborn child, my wife, my lass, my world, MY everything like she was fucking whore! I couldn't stand it!
"You fucking talk about her like that again," I growled at the motherfucker. "And you better pray you're dead."
- Elliot's POV -
"What's this?" Eunice asked holding up a small plastic bag as we all sat around the table at the police station. I was half asleep and Dolly was asleep.
"Rosary bead," Greenly said. "They found it pushed into the carpet near the victim. Father McKinney wasn't wearing a rosary so it's probably been there a while."
That's when Duffy walked in and dropped a giant stack of papers on the table. "The results on all 864 prints found at the scene. All match churchgoers or clergy but one. The partial on the priest's watch is still unidentified," he told us.
I ran a hand through my hair and said, "That's horse shit."
"Everyone gets printed nowadays," Eunice said leaning back in her chair. "They're inking up these snotgobblers in kindergarten, now."
"It's a brick wall anyway. We know Napoleon was wearing gloves. Lab got zilch on chain and lock. The pennies came up clean too," Dolly reminded us.
I groaned and slumped onto the table. "I'm gonna go powder my nose," I heard Eunice say but I didn't even look up.
"Aw, man. Daddy would knock that out like Mike fucking Tyson," Greenly said as the door closed. I reached a hand out and slapped the back of his head.
"Hey!" Eunice cried walking back into the room.
"What?! I didn't say nothing!" Green Beans said trying to play it off cool.
I lifted my head up and watched as she walked over to the table. She picked the bead up and faced the boards asking, "McKinney wore his watch on his left hand. Where was this found exactly?!"
I got up and looked at the boards with her.
"Right here, off his left elbow," Duffy said pointing at a diagram of the priest.
"Just occurred to me that priest wore a rosary while taking confession," Eunice told us as the other two detectives joined us.
I thought about it then cried, "She's right!"
Eunice went into drill sergeant mode then. "Dolly, get on the phone! Find out which wrist he wore his rosary on and if he was wearing it that night! Duffy, run that partial through DMV! David put it through INTERpol! Just get an I.D.! Now! Come on! Vamoose!" The three detectives took off. "Elliot go home and get some sleep. It's been a long day," she told me. I nodded and left the room as she went back to looking at the boards.
I walked from the police station with a yawn. Eunice was right. It had been a long day. I had been helping try to figure out this case with the rest of the detectives and I had spent all day at the station after the encounter with George.
As I walked through the streets of Boston I shivered. I hadn't changed from the lace cut out shirt and boots and I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. I glanced around me and wrapped my arms around my chest trying to stay warm with the chill in the air.
Suddenly a hand was over my mouth and around my torso. I started to scream into the hand and squirm around. That's when something crashed over my head. I slumped in my captor's arms and blacked out.
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