AN: OH MY GOSH GUYS I AM SO SORRY! I had no idea how long it had been since I last updated! I am so so so freaking sorry! But anywho please enjoy this chapter and the epilogue! I'll do a big author note after the next chapter!

- Chapter Sixteen -

Then our cell door opened. A civilian walked in. I had no idea who he was or what he was doing here.

"Mr. MacManus, I have some news on your wife."

I gasped recognizing that voice.

"Leave us," the man said to the guard. The guard turned and left the room just like that. "How are you boys?" Smecker asked us.

"Holding up," Connor replied sitting back on his bed.

I sat down as well and asked, "You had some news on Elliot?" I had been dying to know what had happened to my wife since I had gotten here. Had all of my efforts gone to waste? Or was she was gonna be okay?

Smecker grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. "Elliot," he paused looking down at the floor as if to collect his thoughts. "Elliot will be fine. She and the babies are alright. Everyone will survive."

I let out the breath that I hadn't even realized I had been holding. My family would survive. We were all okay.

"Connor." My brother's head snapped to the ex-detective at the sound of his name. "Eunice is safe as well. She's with Elliot right now but will hopefully be here in time for what I have planned."

"What are you planning?" I asked him.

"I want you out and I want you working again," he told us.

"No," I said. Connor and Smecker both threw me confused looks. "I'm not being a Saint again. Too many innocent people have lost their lives because of us. I almost lost the three most important things in my life because of my 'profession'. I'm not doing it."

"Murphy," Smecker said getting ready to argue with me.

"Don't," Conn told him before he could start. Conn grabbed Smecker's arms and hauled him away from me, but the room was small and I could still hear their conversation. "Murph is the most stubborn man I know. He wants to be with the family he very nearly lost right now. We're gonna most likely go back to Ireland for a while. Maybe even stay there for good. Talk to us again in a few years about being Saints."

"You won't do it by yourself?" Smecker asked.

Conn shook his head. "Absolutely not. Its either all of us or none of us. That goes for Romeo as well."

Smecker nodded his understanding and the pair walked back over to me. Smecker sat down and looked between Conn and I. "Even if you don't go back to being Saints right away I'm getting you out of here. Both of your girls need you."

I looked at Connor and nodded. I was finally gonna get back to Elliot.

*One Month Later*

It had been a month since we had heard from Smecker. One month. 31 days. 744 hours. 44,460 minutes. 2,678,400 seconds. That's how long it had been since I had last seen my wife. That's how long she had been in a coma in the hospital. And it was the hardest, longest, most painful month of my entire life.

The last time Smecker was here he told us that if Elliot didn't wake from her coma he would make sure that she was alive long enough for the twins to be born safely.

It had been one month when the door opened.

I stood and watched as Smecker walked in. "How is she?" I immediately asked wanting to know the condition of my wife.

"Alive," he told me.

I let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't dead yet, but she still had almost seven months to go before the twins were born.

"Anything new?" Conn asked as I sat back down.

"We have a plan, but it involves Elliot," the ex-detective told us.

"No," I growled out. Two pairs of eyes looked at me confused. "I'm not putting her in any more danger. Get someone else to do it."

Smecker glared at me and said. "We need her Murphy or this isn't going to work."

- Elliot's POV -

I woke up in a hospital room attached to a bunch of wires and with an oxygen mask over my face. I sat up gasping for air as I ripped the mask off.

"Calm down Elliot, it's alright," a soothing voice told me. I looked over to my side and saw a woman with short black hair, chewing gum sitting there.

"Who are you?" I asked lying back down and trying to calm my racing heart.

"I'm surprised that you don't recognize me," the woman said in a southern accent.

A smile spread across my lips as I breathed out, "Eunice."

"Hi hun," she told me with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her taking in her new shorter, darker, hair.

"Making sure that you're alright seeing as Doc has to work the bar and your husband and brother-in-law are in jail," Eunice told me.

I sat up and stared at her in shock. "They're in jail?"I asked weakly.

Eunice stood and walked over to my bed. She sat down on the edge. She gently pushed on my shoulder until I laid back down. "Now before I tell you anything you have to promise that you won't freak out. You've been through a lot in the past month. You don't need to hurt yourself more."

"Just tell me what happened to my husband," I growled at her.

My best friend let out a sigh before launching into her tale. "Once Murphy and Connor left that house after rescuing you they were arrested on the spot. Murphy lied about you though. Told the cops that he had never seen you before. He and Connor told people that they had just found you in that room and couldn't leave you to die there."

"Why the hell would they do that?!" I exclaimed.

"To protect you!" Eunice told me. She took a calming breath. "They wanted what was best for you. Getting tangled up with them would only hurt you in the long run.

"But Eunice I love them! I would do anything to protect them!"

"And I love them too!" she yelled back. She looked at the bed and played with the sheet as she whispered, "I love Connor."

I was speechless for one of the first times in my life. "I had no idea Eunice," I whispered reaching out to my best friend.

Eunice smiled at me and said, "It's okay. It happened when you were…gone."

The room was silent as both Eunice and I were lost in our own thoughts. At one point Eunice stepped out of the room and made a call. I had no idea who she was calling and I didn't ask. She came back into my room and sat down without a word.

That's when the door burst open. A man wearing a reports hat and a long tan coat walked in. He was followed by a man wearing a suit and carrying a pad of paper. Both of their hats were covering their faces.

I stared at Eunice as she stood and embraced the men. Then she spoke. "I thought that you could use some cheering up," she told me. She gestured to the men and they took off their hats.

A smile broke out on my face. Duffy and Dolly walked over and wrapped me into a hug.

"Hi boys," I told them as we released each other.

"Hello Elliot," they both said at the same time. I smiled at them then realized something.

"Where's Greenly?" I asked waiting for the third member of their trio to pop out. "You guys always do everything together."

All three of the old detectives' faces fell. "Greenly died a little over a month ago," Dolly told me in a somber voice.

"I am so sorry," I said looking between them. "How did he…" but I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Gun shot. He went to go tell the Saints something and the man who killed the priest, he came in and…and shot David," Eunice explained to me.

"Oh God," I whispered putting my head in my hands. "This is all my fault."

"Elliot this isn't your fault," Duffy told me as he laid a hand on my back.

"With or without you the Saints would have found a way to become the Saints," Dolly said.

I looked up at the three ex-detectives. "Are you sure?" I asked in a small voice.

"Positive," Eunice replied giving me gentle smile.

I let out a small sigh of relief and everyone gathered me into a hug. Once we all let go, a man wearing a white coat walked into my room.

Under his coat he was wearing a pinstriped suit. He was holding a clipboard and had one of those things that doctors use to listen to peoples' heartbeat around his neck. I also noticed that he had glasses on and his hair stood up in the perfect way that I always saw in magazines. I figured that this was the doctor who had been taking care of me when I was in my coma. He looked up from his clipboard and met my eyes.

"Ah, glad to see that you're finally up Elliot," he told me. "My name is Doctor Tennant and I've been the one taking care of you." Doctor Tennant looked back at his clipboard and then looked around the room. "Are you all family of Elliot?"

Before anyone in the room could respond I said, "Yes. My closest family couldn't be here right now so these are my distant cousins."

I could tell that the doctor didn't believe me but I didn't care. The three people in that room were my family and I wasn't letting them leave my side for anything.

"Well Elliot…and family, you are healing extremely well. We got the bullet out successfully. You're very lucky Elliot. If the bullet had been three inches to the left you would have died."

Everyone in the room gave me looks of relief but something was still bugging me. "What about my babies doctor?"

"Both of your babies are completely fine and health as can be. I also have some news if you would like to hear it," Doctor Tennant told me. I nodded and I felt Eunice grip my hand. "I know the sex of your twins, would you like to know?" I nodded again. "Both boys."

I let out the breath I had been holding. Two more MacManus men were going join our ever growing family. I smiled and rubbed my growing belly and smiled.

"What are going to name them?" Dolly asked as he sat on the bed as well.

"I don't know," I replied looking up at him.

"But there is something else," the doctor said. I looked up at him, my smile falling.

Eunice stood and grabbed the doctor's arm. She led him from the room and my eyes followed after them.

"Hey don't worry about them right now Elliot," Duffy said taking up Eunice's spot.

"I have an idea for a name Elliot!" Dolly suddenly said. "What about Anakin and Obi-Wan?" He raised his eyebrows at me and I gave him a strange look. "I like Star Wars so what?"

I rolled my eyes at him as Duffy said "Don't listen to him, I have a better name!" I looked at the detective. "Batman and Robin."

I shook my head, "No way am I naming my kids that!"

"Abercrombie and Fitch?"

"No way," I replied.

"Kirk and Spock?"

I just laughed in response.

"Beavis and Butthead?"

"Mario and Luigi?"

"Ben and Jerry?"

"Cheech and Chong?"

"Simon and Garfunkle?"

"Chip and Dale?"

"Wallace and Grommet?"

"Siegfried and Roy?"

"Rocky and Bullwinkle?"

"Jake and Elwood?"

"Tom & Jerry?"

"Ren and Stimpy?"

"No I got it!" Duffy exclaimed. "Fred and George!" Tears welled in my eyes then. "I'm sorry Elliot I didn't mean to upset you," Duffy said when he saw my tears.

"No it's okay," I told him. "It's just that I used to compare Murphy and Connor to Fred and George when I first met them."

"Yeah, they do seem like them sometimes, but you know that if they are like Fred and George they'll find a way out of jail right?" Dolly asked me.

I nodded and said, "I know but it will take time. I just hope that they get some help." Duffy and Dolly shared a look. I looked between the two men. "Alright, what do you have planned?"

"Well, a little help from an old friend never hurt," a man said as he walked into the room. I studied him for a moment. "Come on little bird, use that pretty little head of yours."

A grin broke out across my face. "Hello Paul," I whispered.

"Hello little bird," he replied taking off his hat and enveloping me into a hug.

"You'll get them out safely?" I asked in his ear.

"Of course I will," he whispered back. I smiled and pulled away from him. "But it will take some time. They're being watched pretty closely right now. It might be a year or two before we can even come up with a plan."

"I want them out in less than seven months," I said laying a hand over my stomach.

Smecker looked at me. Then his eyes flashed with understanding. "Alright. Less than seven months."

I nodded and smiled. Only seven months.

*Seven Months Later*

The sound of the car pulling up the drive woke me from my light sleep. I waddled over to the window and peered out. A smile lit up my face.

I rushed, or as fast as I could go in my extremely pregnant state, out onto the porch.

The car door opened. I was bouncing on my toes waiting for the man who I had waited seven months to see get out.

Connor stepped out of the small black car. A grin broke out on his face when he saw me. Then someone laid a hand on my back. I turned and saw that it was Eunice. I knew that grin was for her.

I nudged her with my elbow and said, "Go to him." She looked over at me and smiled.

I watched as she ran out over the lawn and into her love's arms. Connor picked her up and spun her around. I smiled at the sweet gesture. I was so busy watching them that I didn't even notice him.

"I remember when that was us," a voice whispered in my ear as arms wrapped around my waist.

I smiled and leaned back into Murphy's embrace. "It's so good to have you back," I whispered.

My husband pulled me closer and whispered, "Ego numquam relinquo vobis iterum Elliot." (I'm never leaving you again Elliot. LATIN)

"Bonum, quia ego numquam relinquo vobis iterum me," (Good, because I will never let you leave me again. LATIN) I replied.

"Te amo Elliot," (I love you Elliot. LATIN) Murphy whispered.

"Te amo nimis," (I love you too. LATIN) I whispered back.