AN: Alrighty guys here it is and boy is it big! I hope y'all enjoy it and hopefully won't kill me at the end! And remember to review! I always love hearing from you guys! Oh and there will only be one ending to this story! I figured out a way to fit the other ending into the story so yay!

And an update! I am sending out 'A Week to Live' in the mail to one Mr. Norman Reedus tomorrow! Hopefully he'll actually look at it and read it! Fingers crossed!

FanFicGirl10: I like Riley as well! I didn't like that I killed him off but I think that it makes sense. And I think that you'll like this chapter...A LOT.

hayleyjune13: I did too! I was sad to see him gone but it really opened Elliot's eyes that she was not supposed to live. Anywho enjoy this chapter!

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- Chapter Thirteen -

"The Saints will be here soon. Once they find you, we'll no longer be in need of your service," the man told me in a thick Italian accent.

I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn't know any saints. But I knew that whoever they were better stay the fuck away otherwise I'm dead.

My breath caught in my throat and the man chuckled.

"Don't worry my precious, it will be painless," he told me. He chuckled again and then left the room.

Then I felt it. Two small kicks at the same time. I wanted to know what was wrong with me so bad.

Was I pregnant?

- Eunice's POV -

The phone rang near six in the morning. The sound was absolutely obnoxious at that time of day. But I picked the phone up anyways and mumbled, "Hello?"

"Hey lass," the person on the other end of the line said.

I smiled upon hearing the Irish accent and quickly forgave him for calling me so early in the fucking morning. "Hello Connor, what can I do for you at the early hour?"

"Well I have a name," he told me.

"Shit, alright hold on a second," I replied setting the phone on my dresser. I quickly pulled on a skirt and my favorite grey blazer. I ran a comb through my hair and swiped a coat of gloss over my lips. Even if I was gonna do some hacking a girl still has to look good. I picked the phone back up and put it to my ear. "Alright Connor. Let's hear this name."

- Murphy's POV -

I stood and left the room as Conn talked to Eunice. I paced back and forth in front of Romeo and his uncle.

"Murph," Romeo said grabbing my wrist. I stopped mid step and looked at him. "Conn and Eunice are working on it. We'll get her back."

"You don't understand Rome," I said pulling out of his grasp. My vision became blurry then. I turned on my heel and left the room.

I walked outside once again hoping the fresh air would help clear my mind and my eyes, but it didn't work. Tears ran down my face. I couldn't stop them.

What if Elliot really is dead? Who else had I killed just by being a Saint? My unborn children, Rocco, Greenly, who was next?

"Murph," somebody said behind me.

I turned around and met Connor's eyes. "Conn," I choked out.

My twin said nothing but only came up and wrapped his arms around me. I felt like a fucking woman, crying and being held and shit but I didn't fucking care right now.

"Murph, we'll find her. Everything will be okay," Conn told me.

I pulled away from my twin and looked at him. "How can you say that Conn!" I yelled at him. "I don't even know if my wife and children are alive!" I took a deep breath. "You've never been in love Conn," I whispered.

"I don't have to be IN love with someone TO love them. She's like my sister Murph and those are my nieces or nephews. I would do anything in my power to get them back."

I turned away from him to face the street once again. A strong hand turned me back around. Connor slapped me as hard as he possibly could.

"What the fuck!" I yelled as I gripped my throbbing cheek.

"You're actin' like a fuckin' woman for Christ's sake! Elliot's out there right now with your children," he told me, his blue eyes alight with passion. "Ya' need to knock this shit the fuck off! Fight 'till your last breath for her Murphy, but nothing less."

I stared at my brother not knowing what to say.

Conn's face fell as he realized that I wasn't going to say anything. He turned his back on me and took a few steps away. He paused then. He looked at the ground nest to him, so I could see half his face.

"And I am in love Murphy and I would do anything that it would take to make sure she's safe," he growled at me.

I stared at him in shock as he walked back inside. I turned around to face the street again and looked up at the sky. "Elliot, amica mea mundum mon ange. Ignosces. Tanto te amo. Inveniam te promitto. Etiam ut nisi sit tua vita amittit." (Elliot, my love, my world, mon ange. Please forgive me. I love you so much. I'll find you, I promise. Even if it means losing my life in order to save yours. LATIN)

I turned around and walked back inside. I didn't say anything to Da or Conn as I walked in. I just went over to the couch I had been sleeping on earlier and laid down. I grabbed the picture of Elliot, cradled it to my chest, and closed my eyes.

It had been almost eight months since that day. The day we were shot and caught.

"Mr. MacManus," a doctor said coming into our hospitalized jail cell.

Conn and I shared a look before I spoke up. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to inform you but we can only keep your wife alive long enough for the babies to be born. She won't survive childbirth," he told me. Tears came to my eyes and I stared at the wall behind the doctor's head as he continued. "She should be ready to go into labor in about a week. She shouldn't feel any pain during the procedure."

"Can I be there?" I asked cutting off whatever he was going to say next.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

I looked from the wall to meet the doctor's eyes. "Can I be there when my children are born?"

The doctor looked away from me and to the guard standing watch at our door. The guard gave a slight nod. "Yes. You may be there during birth."

I let out a sigh of relief. At least I would get to see my wife alive and breathing one last time.

I zoned out then. The doctor must have noticed that I wasn't listening anymore because he soon left our room. I just continued to sit and stare at the wall. I hardly even noticed that I was crying.

"Murphy!" It was Connor's cry that finally brought me back to the real world.

I looked at him and wiped my eyes.

"I am so sorry Murph," he told me as he drew me into a hug. I latched onto my twin and sobbed.

I was losing the most precious thing in my life. I was losing the woman I loved. And it was all my fault because I thought that I could be a Saint.

The next week passed by in such a blur. There were doctors in and out, reporters, all sorts of people, but none of them could take the pain away.

The news that Romeo wouldn't wake from his coma barely affected me.

I called Eunice the day before Elliot was to go into labor.

"Hello?" the southern voice asked.

"Elliot isn't going to make it," I told her bluntly. No use in holding it back. I heard a thumping noise and I knew that Eunice had dropped the phone. I heard a choked sob then. I waited until I heard the phone getting picked back up.

"Murphy I am so sorry," she whispered between her sobs.

"I know," I replied. I took a deep breath knowing what I was gonna say next. I had thought about it during the past week. "Eunice, I want you to come and take the twins tomorrow after Elliot's gone. You and Duffy and Dolly. Take 'em to Ireland. Our Ma can set you up with a place. You'll all be safe there."

"Murphy…" Eunice said but I cut her off.

"Don't. This is what I want for them. It'll be the best."

"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow," she told me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder then. I looked over to see Conn standing there. "See you tomorrow," I mumbled into the phone before handing it over to my twin. I walked away from their conversation not wanting to overhear anything.

I could barely sleep that night. The next day I was ushered out of our room and into Elliot's. She was hooked up to a bunch of machines and she had an oxygen mask over her mouth.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. A smile broke out on her face and under her mask. I couldn't help myself but smile as well.

I walked over to her and knelt beside her bed. I grabbed her hand and laced our fingers together.

"I love you mon ange," I whispered to her as I brushed hair back from her face.

"I love you too Murphy," she rasped out. He voice was so broken and weak. I could barely stand it.

"Alright Mr. and Mrs. MacManus, we're ready to begin," the same doctor who had talked to me only a week before told us. "Are you both ready?"

Why was he asking me? Of course I would never be ready to see my wife die before my eyes and be absolutely helpless to do anything about it. But instead I only nodded my head and met my wife's eyes.

"Yes," she said not looking away from my eyes. She said it with so much convection and power that I thought for a moment that she might be able to survive, but I knew better. I knew that she was gonna die. I knew that I was gonna lose my wife.

"Alright Mrs. MacManus we're gonna need you to push," the doctor said.

Elliot nodded and took a deep breath. Then a cry filled the room.

"I thought you said that she wouldn't feel any pain!" I yelled at the doctor over my love's cries as I stood.

"I didn't think she would!" the doctor yelled back.

I let out a frustrated huff then focused back on my wife. She gripped my hand and I let her. I rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand and pushed sweat soaked hair behind her ears.

Elliot let out another cry and her grip tightened on my hand. I knelt back beside her and whispered soothing words to her.

"I see the head!" a nurse exclaimed.

"Just a little bit more mon ange," I told my love.

She screamed again and then the sounds of a baby's cry filled the room. Elliot took deep breaths as the doctor pulled our first child out.

"It's a boy!" the doctor announced to us. I smiled at Elliot and she beamed back at me.

The she screamed again and I knew that our second baby was coming. It took only a few minutes before a second baby's cries could be heard. I stood and looked at the doctor.

"Another boy!" the doctor told us.

"What would you like to name them?" a nurse asked as she placed a small bundle of blankets into my arms.

"Riley Matthew," Elliot whispered gazing down at her own bundle. "After the boy who gave me hope and helped me and Matthew for my late father."

I nodded and looked down. My son opened his eyes and I saw that they were bright blue, like my own. "Seamus Noah," I whispered as I looked up at Elliot. "After my Grandda and Da."

She nodded at me and smiled. I handed Seamus back to a nurse and another one took Riley from my wife. I knelt beside Elliot again and as the doctor and nurses all left the room.

"Murph," my wife whispered.

"What mon ange?" I asked taking her hand once again.

"I love you so much," she told me with a smile.

"I love you too," I whispered as tears formed in my eyes. I knew what this was. This was our final moments together, our final goodbye.

"Take care of Riley and Seamus," she told me.

I nodded and whispered, "Don't worry I will."

Elliot smiled and whispered, "SumtuusMurphy." (I'm yours Murphy. LATIN)

"Etsemperin saecula," (Forever and always. LATIN) I told her as I pushed another stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Then her eyes closed. Her grip on my hand fell. Her chest stopped raising and falling. The beeping stopped. Elliot was dead.

Tears ran down my cheeks. I placed my forehead to the back of the hand I was still holding. "I am so sorry mon ange. I couldn't protect you, I couldn't save you, I couldn't be your Saint, but I'll be theirs," I told my now dead wife. I placed a kiss to the back of her hand the stood and left.

I walked out of the room and to the waiting room. There I saw Eunice, who was being held by Connor. Duffy and Dolly were standing behind them.

"Are the babies okay?" Eunice asked me as soon as she saw me.

I nodded. "Boys. Riley Matthew and Seamus Noah."

"Is Elliot…" but she couldn't finish her sentence.

I felt more tears run down my face as I nodded once again, not trusting my voice.

"Oh Murphy!" Eunice cried as she ran from Connor to me. She threw her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. I just stood there and let her cry, but I didn't hug her back. I didn't want her, or anyone else's, sympathy.

I was like a robot after that. I moved on autopilot, barely eating, barely talking, barely doing anything.

It took almost two years before Conn finally cornered me.

"Murph, you need to stop this," he told me.

"Stop what?" I asked staring at the wall behind my twin instead of meeting his eyes.

"Being this empty shell!" he yelled as he slammed his hand on the table. "Elliot died two year ago! You're acting like Da when he saw Grandda get murdered all those years ago."

I looked from the wall to my brother. "But I'm going to be there for my boys," I told him.

Little by little I changed back to my normal self, but I was never truly the same. Who would be after something like what I had been through?

After ten years had passed I went to visit Elliot's grave with my sons. The boys had no idea what she looked like for I had taken all the pictures of her down and they only knew what I or Conn or Eunice told them. We hadn't visited her grave before now, I couldn't handle it before, but I was ready now.

I stood in front of the headstone that read, 'Elliot Genevieve Parker MacManus. Loving wife, caring mother, and Guardian Angel.'

"Is this her?" Seamus asked me.

I looked down into his innocent blue eyes and replied, "Aye, this is your Ma."

"Was she pretty?" Riley asked me.

I smiled at the continuously asked question and looked over at him, his brown eyes so much like hers. "Aye. She had your eyes," I told my son. "And your hair," I told Seamus ruffling the mop of dark hair on his head. "She was smart too. Oh so smart. And brave. She would do anything to protect the people she loved. And she had the voice of an angel. Always wanted to sing professionally. Wrote her own songs even."

Tears started to run down my face then. Each of my boys grabbed one of my hands. They didn't say anything, nor did they need too. They just knew. They had always been much too bright for their age.

We stood there like that for a few minutes before I told them, "Why don't you two go find Uncle Connor and Aunt Eunice. I need some alone time with your Ma."

My oh so smart boys gave my hands a small squeeze before letting their little hands fall from my much bigger ones. They walked off in search of my twin and his wife.

I kneeled in front of the headstone with my head tilted to the sky. "I'm so sorry Elliot. I couldn't save you but I'm protecting our sons. I'm going to do right with them. I'm going to make it up to you for being a Saint."

I placed my hand on her gravestone . "You should see our boys though. Seamus is so much like you. He is musically gifted just like you were. He told me that he wants to go to the states and be on Broadway in New York. And Riley is just like me. Hot headed, loves to play pranks, and of course rebellious to the max. Most of the time he can drag his twin into his antics with him. They are both so smart though. They can speak all the languages we could. It's amazing. They're growing up so fast mon ange. I wish that you could be here to see them. You would be so proud of them."

I could feel more tears running down my face as I spoke to my late wife. I told her all sorts of random things. Pranks the boys had played, how they were doing in school, all the times I had to be called down to the principal's office, about Connor and Eunice's wedding, our two new niece and one new nephew, how Ma had passed away two years ago, everything.

I kneeled and talked for hours. I talked until I felt a small hand on my left shoulder.

"It's time to go Da," a voice said from the right of me.

I nodded and stood. I took a hand on each of my boys. "Your Ma would e so proud of you boys," I told my sons gazing down at the headstone. I turned to walk away when Seamus pulled out of my grasp. I watched as he walked over to the gravestone.

"I know that Riley and I never meet you but we both love ya' so much," my son told the headstone.

Riley pulled from my grasp and joined his brother at Elliot's headstone. "Da always talks s about ya' Ma. About how Seamus got your musical ability and about how I got my bravery from you."

"Da always calls ya' his angel but he won't tell us why," Seamus told her.

"And he won't let us see pictures of ya' either, but he said that ya' were pretty," Riley said.

"Do won't tell us how you really died. He just says that you got hurt really bad."

"And this is the first time that we got to talk to you."

Both of my sons dropped to their knees then. They pulled out their rosaries, which Conn and I had given to them, from beneath their shirts and joined hands. "And Shepherds we shall be, for thee, my Lord, for hath descended forth from Thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever Nomeni Patri et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

My boys made the sign of the cross over Elliot's headstone then stood, leaving their rosaries out.

Then the sound of gun being fired rang out.

Two shots. Blood splattered. My sons dropped. I saw nothing but red.

"NO!"

"No!" I gasped sitting up. Sweat trickled down my back and face and I gasped for air.

"Are ya' alright Murph?" Conn asked as he walked into the living room.

I wiped at the sweat on my neck and said, "Aye. Just had a bad dream."

"Oh," Conn said looking awkward. "Well Eunice has the information we need. We're gonna go get Elliot back. We're leaving in 15 minutes."

I nodded and my twin left the room. I put my head in my hands and took a few deep breaths, but I couldn't get that dream out of my head.

Elliot hooked up to a bunch of machines, seeing her die, becoming like Da, seeing my sons grow up, seeing them get shot. It was all too real.

I sighed and stood. I quickly got ready. I changed my shirt and jeans, strapped my holsters on, and put my coat on. I walked into the kitchen and slipped my glasses on. Da, Conn, and Rome were all ready to go.

Wordlessly I joined them and we followed Romeo's uncle outside to where the white van we would be using was waiting.

I got into the back first and took the duffle bags from my twin, who got in behind me. Romeo got in the front passenger side and Da took up driving. It was an almost silent ride to the building where we would be meeting Eunice.

Once we got there we all piled out of the car.

"Glad to see y'all are doing alright," she told us as she walked up to us.

I nodded at her and sat on the bumper of the van. Eunice looked a little hurt at my actions but Connor swooped in to save the day. "Don't take it personal lass, he'll be better with Elliot in his arms once again."

I only let out a small growl in reply before grabbing my guns from the duffle bag. I got to work cleaning them and making sure everything was loaded, but I still listened in to what Eunice and Da were saying.

"He lives in York Maine. About 30 minutes from here. I logged on to an FBI database to get the info. Only a matter of time before they flag it. Better get a move or they'll get there before you do," she told Da.

"Will they know it's you?" Da asked. I saw Eunice nod. Da took of his sunglasses and asked, "Will you be all right, dear?"

"I…I hear Costa Rica's nice," the detective replied. I had never thought about what might happen to her if she helped us. I sent a silent prayer up asking God to keep her safe. From the corner of my eye I saw Da hug her. "I never thought I'd ask this of another human being but please...kill this man," I heard Eunice sigh out.

I smiled slightly and thought of all the ways I was gonna kill this man, no matter what.

Soon after we were all loaded back into the van, beside Connor.

"Connor please be safe," Eunice told him.

"Don't worry lass, I will be," my twin replied.

That's when Eunice stood up on her toes and kissed my brother full force. Under different circumstances I would have found the sight funny and would have cracked some jokes or wolf whistled. Right now though it was keeping my from the love of my life.

After Eunice and Conn parted he climbed into the van and we were off. Right before we got there we stopped at a church and prayed. Then we were on the road again.

Once we got to a big abandoned house with a greenhouse attached we all got out. Da went in first and we waited ten minutes before following after him.

Conn and I walked through the house, our guns drawn. We walked through room after room. The place was empty and covered in cobwebs. It seemed like no one had used the house in years.

That's when I saw it. Da's rosary hanging on the banister of the staircase.

"Conn," I whispered picking it up.

"Look Murph," my twin said moving behind the staircase.

I followed after him and saw that there was a door to another room. Conn looked back at me. I nodded at him and he opened the door. I walked in and saw a sight that broke my heart.

Elliot was covered in blood and bound to a bed. When I took a few steps forward she started to cry. I knew that something bad had happened to her since I got that picture.

"Mon ange," I sighed grabbing out my knife and cutting her free of her restraints. "Oh God Elliot, I am so sorry," I told her as I took the gag out of her mouth. As soon as she was free Elliot moved to the corner of the bed. She had a wild look to her eyes.

"Who are you?"

AN: OH MY GOD THE FEELS OF THIS CHAPTER! I was seriously sobbing while writing the entire dream/nightmare! I was just sitting here typing and balling like a baby. IT WAS AWFUL! And then the ending! Gah! But next chapter will be one to read!

And if you haven't figured it out that was supposed to be the orginal ending, the tragic one of course. You guys probably would have hated me if I had that ending though. But it worked out really nicely as a dream!

Anywho I hope y'all enjoyed and of course review!