"Oh god, he's got both of them."
"Charlie, don't go jumping to conclusions."
"He has Joey, I just know it and there is no way that Georgie wouldn't answer her radio unless something was wrong." She narrows her eyes when she senses Graves wasn't telling her something. "What's going on?"
"What the fuck were you thinking Angelo, going after Charlie like that?" Martha asks as she jumps on board the boat to find a smug looking Angelo waiting patiently for her.
"I just wanted to be with her."
"Well she sure as hell didn't want to be with you judging by those scratches on your face."
He smiles cruelly, "Yeah, well now she has no one."
"What the hell have you done?"
He waves his hand below deck. Martha rushes over, cursing when she sees the body lying face down on a mattress in the secret compartment. "Shit." She kneels by the body, sighing when she recognises her. "It's too bad Joey, we could have been magic together."
Hearing Angelo follow her down, she whirls on him, "We're in the middle of a deal and you kidnap a fucking cop when there's already cops all over the place because of what you did to Charlie."
"She was getting too close, so when I saw the opportunity, I took it."
Wanting nothing more than to kill him then and there, she reigns in her temper. "They already have you on Charlie's attack and it was probably only a matter of time before they pinned O'Malley and Annie on you. You were already going down you stupid fuck and now you're trying to take us all with you."
"You're just pissed because you won't get to fuck her again."
Her slap catches him by surprise. "This was nothing but revenge for her taking Charlie from you." Rubbing his cheek, he glares at her. "You're not the only one whose future is on the line Angelo and your actions are endangering us all."
"Look, I need to get out of town, so we dumped the body out at sea and I hitch a ride with our friends when we make the exchange."
"And everyone else has the cops on our fucking back."
"They'll be looking for me, not you."
"You never come back here or you're dead," she threatens, not trusting him one bit.
"Deal."
"And you never try to contact Charlie."
"I don't want anything to do with that disgusting whore."
"Keep out of sight until we leave," she orders, moving back up on deck. "The sooner I retire him today, the better," she thinks to herself.
Joey groans in pain as she starts to come to, inadvertently putting weight onto her hand and sore ribs when she rolls onto her side. Crying out in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks, she struggles to sit up. Biting back the pain in her hand and body, she reaches into her back pocket with her good hand for the spare key and with some effort, frees herself. Gagging when she sees her ruined hand, she clutches it to her chest. Ignoring the pain, she stands and staggers over to the door, finding it locked. "Oh god," she slides down the wall. "I'm sorry Charlie, I broke my promise to come home." Feeling nauseous and weak, she curls up into a ball, trying to wish the pain away.
"Well, looks like the little birdy tried to fly the coop," Angelo sniggers at her. Bending down, he picks her up and drags her back over to the mattress, taking pleasure in her moans of pain and her feeble attempts to fight back. "I'm going to fuck you so hard Collins, show you what you're missing." He kneels by her side, licking her face, "You'll be screaming for it by the time I'm finished with you." His hands move under her shirt, cupping her breasts. "You're going to be shark bait bitch, but it's up to you whether you're alive or dead when the sharks start in on you, so just lie there and scream your head off."
He starts to remove his belt when strong hands shove him away from her, "Get the fuck off my sister!"
"Stay out of this Watson."
Standing, he tries to force her back, furious when she stands her ground, his eyes flickering to her hand which was resting on her gun holster. "Unless you want a few holes in that empty head of yours, you stay away from my sister."
"You're just a lackey, Watson," he tries to reassert himself, while raging inside that Martha had been lying to him about Watson being involved. "You have no say here."
"Who do you think is more valuable at the moment?" She smirks at the flicker of fear in his eyes. "You're a fugitive from the police, I'm a Snr Constable who no one suspects." She steps right up to him, "I think that makes me more valuable than you."
"You're a bitch Watson, standing there all high and mighty when you're as dirty as me," he sneers.
"Nobody is as dirty as you Angelo."
"What's going on?" Joey asks, trying to fight the nausea as she sits up.
"What?" he sniggers, "You don't know that your sister works for us?"
Joey stares in disbelief at her sister, "Georgie, he's lying, isn't he?"
Angelo laughs cruelly. "Good luck talking your way out of this bitch," he says, laughing as he leaves the compartment.
"Jesus Joey," Watson kneels by her sister, taking in her injuries.
"Do you think he bought it?"
"That's the least of our worries Joey."
"What are you doing here Georgie?"
"One of Martha's guys jumped into the squad car with a message from Martha, demanding that I meet her on the boat."
"Why did she need you here?"
"I get the feeling I'm going to be tested."
"Shit."
"Martha hates that she has nothing on me and after finding out you were on board, I'm glad I am here. Joey, I need to get you out of here."
"I can feel that we're out on the water now Georgie, so I'm not going anywhere. This is Hugo's boat, isn't it?"
"Yes. From what I overheard, Hugo is supposed to be meeting them out here with another boat."
"Why two boats?"
Watson sighs. "They intend to meet up with another boat to make the exchange, only some of the girls are going to be transported by Hugo up the coast immediately, while some will be going with Martha."
"You need to get back up there Georgie."
"I'm not leaving you."
"You can't do anything."
"If Martha wants me, she can come and get me." She looks around the compartment; finding an old sheet, she rips it into strips. "Give me your hand."
She grimaces when Joey holds out her hand.
"It actually looks worse than it feels."
"Stop bullshitting Joey, I know you're in pain." Being as gentle as possible, she binds Joey's hand as best she could.
"Owww...fuck," Joey winces in pain.
"Sorry." She finishes binding her hand and sits on the mattress next to her, leaning against the back wall. "This is all totally fucked up."
"Does he know you're here?"
"Martha only took one of my phones, so I was able to get a text out to say we were both here. He'll make sure he's got back up when he arrives."
"My big brother better not be late."
"I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid."
"He'll be careful." Joey looks at her sister. "Georgie, he's going to be a dad and when this is all over, you two can finally get married."
"It's been so long that we've been apart."
Joey snorts, pointing to Watson's belly, "Not that apart."
Watson smiles wryly. "It's been so hard Joey, secret meetings, trying to find time together, never being able to spend an entire night with him unless we both managed to be out of town at the same time."
"Are you regretting all of this?"
"Joey, we're on a boat going who knows where with a couple of psychos on board and you're all busted up, you're damn right I'm regretting that any of us are involved."
"We'll get out of this, you'll get married and have a baby and I'll be with Charlie and our daughters."
Watson rests her head on her sister's shoulder. "I hope you're right."
Sometime later, Watson helps her sister up. "The boat has stopped and I can hear another one coming, this may be our only chance."
"Do you know how many are on board?"
"Aside from Martha, there's only Angelo and one other."
"Maybe you should have your gun ready, just in case."
"She took the bullets."
"She what!"
She shrugs, "Martha said I could keep the gun, but not the bullets."
"It fooled Rosey, I suppose."
Making their way out of the compartment, they pause to make sure there was no one about. "This is a bad idea," Watson mutters.
"You have no idea just how bad an idea it is," Martha says, stepping below deck, a gun pointed at them. "I don't like betrayal Georgie."
"She's my sister, what did you expect me to do?"
"Fair point. Put her back in the compartment."
"She can't go anywhere Martha."
She narrows her eyes, not liking Watson's defiance. "Put your cuffs on her." Watson hesitates, "It's the cuffs or the compartment."
"Do it Georgie," Joey urges her.
Watson takes her cuffs out and snaps them on. "The key," Martha demands, holding out her hand. She closes her hand over the key, "Bring her up, but one step out of line, and she's swimming with the fishies."
"They're going to kill you Joey," she whispers to her sister.
"I'm well aware of that. Let's just get up on deck and figure things out from there."
Once on deck, Watson leads them over to the rail. "Are you sure you're ready for anything?" Watson whispers.
"I'll manage."
"That looks like Hugo arriving."
"It's about time you got here Hugo," Martha calls out as he jumps aboard.
"Give me a break, I got here as quickly as I could," he stops in his tracks when he sees Joey standing there with her hands behind her back, looking worse for wear. "What is she doing here?"
"Angelo," is all she says.
"This is too much, I didn't sign up for this."
"Stop being such a coward Austin."
"Killing a cop was not part of the plan."
"What's one more? And I never said I was going to kill her."
"Oh please, give me some credit," he sneers, "You can't let her live."
"Well, her blood isn't going to be on our hands."
She turns to Watson. "Georgie, you've been happy to take my money, now it's time for you to prove to me that you're loyal; kill your sister."
"You have got to be fucking kidding!"
"It would be a shame if your child is never born because I had to kill you as well."
"I'm not killing my own sister."
"I'll do it," Angelo steps forward, eager to put an end to the slut.
"No, I think I'll do it." Martha grins at Hugo. "So Hugo, which one should I kill first?" Martha waves the gun back and forth at the heads of the two women. "Eenie," at Joey, "meenie," at Watson, "miney," at Joey, "mo," her finger tightening on the trigger as she aims at Watson's forehead.
Hugo reacts, but not quickly enough. Sensing movement, Martha swings the gun toward him, two bullets striking him in the middle of his chest, the impact sending him back towards the rail, two more pushing him over the rail and into the sea.
"Hugooooooo," Watson's heart wrenching cry has Martha staring at her.
Looking at the anguish on Watson's face, the way she was clutching her stomach as her tear-filled eyes stared at the spot where Hugo had been. Martha holds the gun on her, "What's going on?"
"You just murdered my fiancé, you bitch," she sobs uncontrollably.
"What! Hugo was your...but...but he's gay," she stutters in confusion, before the shocking realisation hits. "Oh shit, he was a cop, wasn't he? Fuck, it's all a set up."
Panicking, Angelo makes a run for it. "Angelo, get the fuck back here," Martha screeches as he jumps aboard the boat Hugo had just arrived in.
"Fuck you bitch," he yells back, ducking for cover when she opens fire. "That fucking bitch," he whines, crawling over to the controls, starting it up and speeding away.
"Georgie. Georgie, we need to move," Joey speaks softly to her sister.
"He's dead Joey."
"Georgie, think of the baby, his baby," she says, trying to break through her sister's despair.
"You're going nowhere," Martha says as she points the gun at them. "I'm so disappointed in you Georgie, betraying me like this and Hugo, if I hadn't already killed him, I'd make him suffer for his betrayal."
"Fuck you bitch," Joey spits out.
"Get here you bitch," Martha drags Joey to her. "Now what the fuck is all this about?"
"Jack."
"Jack? My Jack?" She says in disbelief. "This is about Jack?"
"He was my cousin."
"Jack didn't have a cousin called Joey...oh wait, wait...you were the kid fostered by Hugo's mother?" She smirks, "Jack always called you Jo, so I thought you were a boy." She chuckles, "Then I guess that means that Hugo..."
She closes her eyes against the pain of her loss, "He was my foster brother."
"Oh, this just gets better and better, it's a whole fucking family reunion."
"Don't do this Martha."
"I'm sorry Joey, but I don't have a choice." She glances at both women in admiration. "I have to admit, you two were very good, I never even suspected and I really thought Hugo was a poof, what with the boyfriend," she pauses, "Oh shit, please don't tell me he's a cop too."
Joey nods, "And he's bringing back up right now."
"Yeah well, he's going to be too late."
"Drop the gun Martha," Charlie commands, her gun held in steady hands.
"Charlie! How the...fuck, you swam over from the other boat before Angelo took it. So where's the young one, then?"
"Graves hates boats," Joey says, pleased that Martha hadn't noticed Graves sneaking aboard while she'd been distracted with Angelo and had already detained the other man below deck.
"It doesn't matter really, because I hold all the cards," Martha says, her gun at Joey's head, her body shielding her from Charlie. "Now, I think it's you who should drop the gun."
"Not going to happen."
"Don't think I won't kill her Charlie."
"I know you would and I'm sure you would enjoy doing it."
"It's always fun taking something of yours."
"Martha, put the gun down and take the cuffs off Joey."
Seeing Martha was distracted by Charlie, Joey pushes against her. With no time to think of the risk to Joey, Charlie pulls the trigger the moment Martha offered the slightest window of opportunity. The bullet strikes Martha in the neck. Clutching her neck, she staggers back, her hand grabbing Joey in one final act of spite, taking her with her into the sea.
"Joey!" Charlie cries out in horror, diving in after her. Searching frantically for her, she finds her beneath the surface. Holding her, Charlie swims back toward the surface, treading water as she struggles to keep Joey's head above water. "Joey, please wake up," she pleads, terrified by her stillness.