Alrighty, so here's chapter 2
Rosie sat by quietly in the room full of working men. She kept her eyes on the door of the interrogation room, waiting for whatever would happen. It was self defense. She told herself this a million times. They couldn't be charged for self defense, could they? She laid her head on her arms and closed her eyes.
It was nine o'clock, last night. Connor, Murphy and her sat at the bar, other men crowded around them, all drinking. "Would someone please come over here and..." Connor said smirking. "Fuck!" Doc yelled, staring back. "Me up the..." Connor continued. "Ass!" Doc yelled, sending every one into a fit of laughter. Doc angrily threw ice at them. Suddenly the door opened, and in walked David Della Rocco. He walked right up to the bar and yelled to Doc, "Hey, Fuck Ass! Get me a beer!" This sent everyone into another laughter fit. Rosie, leaned again Connor, as he smiled down at her. Then there was a huge group hug, everyone shouting out eachother names and Rosie being shoved in the middle. They pull away and continue drinking. About two hours later, half the men have left and the bar is trashed. Everyone was very drunk. Rosie smiled from ear to ear, listening to Rocco and Connor's conversation. "It's not that I'm hobophobic," Rocco said, looking over at Rosie, "I'm just afraid of faggots." Rosie and Connor stare at eachother for a second before laughing. Their laughing is called short when Doc calls everyone over. "I got some bad news," He said making everyone's smile fade, "Looks like I'm gonna have ta close d-down the bar. The Russians have been buying up buildings all over town, including this one... Fuck! Ass!" No one laughed, "And they're not letting me renew my lease. I got 'til the end of the week to come up with 26,000 dollars, or they take the place," He looked at each of the faces staring back at him, "I left them a note telling them not to show their faces t-tonight. They been pressuring me ta close and take the last few days ta get all my shit outta here but it's my right to stay open ta the last." Rosie lowered her head some, she had been to this pub since before she could drink. Doc was like family. "Let me talk to my boss, maybe I can.." Rocco started, but everyone cute them off. "No Mafia involvement, Roc." Rosie said holding up her hand.
"L-l-listen," Doc continued, "I don't want anymore ta know until the last possible moment. So you guys keep your traps shut. Ya know what they say; People in glass houses sink ships." Immediately, there was a different feeling in the air. "Y'know Doc, I gotta get you a, a like a proverb book or something. This mix and match shit's gotta go." Doc looked at Rocco confused, "What?" Everyone laughed. "A p-penny saved is worth two in the bush." Connor replied imitating Doc. Murphy laughed and joined in, "Don't c-cross the road if ya can't get out of the kitchen." This caused everyone to laughed heartily. But it all ended when three very large Russians entered the bar. The leader stood in front of the other three, glaring down at Doc. Murphy and Connor stand up with the other men. "Rosie, get behind the counter." Rocco whispered as he stood up. Rosie didn't waste anytime moving over by Doc. "I am Ivan Checkov. You will be closing now." The leader belowed in a think Russian accent. Rosie looked to Doc, who looked back at her. There was a long pause, then Murphy spoke, "This is McCoy... we find Spock and we got enough for an away team." Everyone laughed, while Checkov stood angry. "Oh, how extraordinary. A bunch of irishmen, and they are being druken idiots, along with their whore. You are killing the stereotype. I'm in no modd for discussion," He pointed toward Doc, "You! You stay. The rest of you go. Expect the little lady. She can stay as well." Rosie grinded her teeth together. "Why don you make like a tree," Doc stepped up bravely, "And get the fuck out of here." Rosie faceplamed at his blunder. "Calm down, Doc," Connor said turning back to the Russian, "I'm sure they're reasonable fellows." He and Murphy each grabbed a Guinness and a shot of Hennessey and tried to appoarch the Russians. "Listen fellas. Y'know he's got 'til the week's end. Ya dont' have ta be hard asses, do ya?" Connor smiled up at the man. "Yeah, It's St. Patty's Day," Murphy smiled as well, "Everyone's Irish tonight. Now, why don't ya pull up a stood and have a drink with us?" Checkov glared down at them, "You insult me. I would never drink that sewage. Especially with you people. You are fools," He slapped the beer to the floor, "This is no game! If you won't go, we will make you go!" "If ya want to fight," Connor still smirked at the man, "you can see you're outnumbered. We're trying ta be civil here, so I suggest you that our offer." Checkov smirked back, "I make the offers, asshole." Rocco pushed off the bar, having had enough, "Hey there, Boris. What would you say if I told you that your pinko, comie mother suck so much dick," Before he could finish Checkov punched him in the face. Rosie watched the twins, become angry and speak to the man in russian. And then all hell broke loose.
Rosie lifted her head from the table and looked around. Suddenly a man walked past her and into the room. She watched him enter the room for a short mintue then exit again. He smiled at her, "Ma'am there's someone here to see you." Rosie stood up, the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, and followed the man to the entrance. Smecker came up behind her, "How are you feeling?" She shrugged, "Just fine," She looked around for the twins, "Where are they?" Smecker placed his hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry. They're not in trouble. And neither are you." Rosie began to talk but was stopped by the sight of reporters outside. "Stay here, for just a mintue darling." Smecker said, stopping her. She didn't object. A few words were spoken and then Smecker returned, with another man. Robin smiled, and ran to him, "Rocco!" The long haired man laughed and hugged her with one arm, holding clothes in the other, "Hey, little lady." Rosie pulled away from him and snatched her clothes, wanting to get out of these clothes so bad. "I'll take you to the guys." An officer walked up to the two. Rocco and Rosie exchanged glances before following the man down the hallway towards the holding cells. Inmates whistles and try to grab for Rosie as she walked by. She showed them no attention, while Rocco waved at all his friends. "You're such a dumbass, Roc." The small girl smiled. He shrugged. The brothers were playing cards with Chaffey and Mitchell when Rosie and Rocco finally arrive at the cell. The boys were glad to see eachother and they all embraced. Rocco handed them their clothes, "That's just what I saw laying around." Both boys began getting dressed while, Rosie stood still wrapped in her blanket. "We're family here, babe." Connor said, taking notice of Rosie. "I know," Rosie replied, "But they aren't," She pointed to the two officers, "And I still don't trust Rocco after what happened New Year's Eve." Rocco's mouth dropped open, "That was eight years ago. Let it go." Rosie glared at him as Connor and Murphy stepped up to her. They took the blanket and held it up. "Hurry and change now. We're not goin' ta stand here all day." Murphy said smirking at the petite girl. She quickly removed her clothes and applied the new ones. "Now, go home. We'll see ya tomorrow." Connor folded the blanket it over his arm. "You guys aren't coming?" Rosie looked between both boys. "No. Go hom 'nd get some rest." Murphy kissed her forehead before stepping back over to the officers playing cards. Connor gave her a brotherly smile, "We'll see ya in the mornin'" She nodded, and turned to Rocco, "You coming?" He nodded and sent a wave to the boys. They yelled goodbye in return.
Rosie laid on the couch of Rocco's house. It was awkwardly quiet, since Rocco was sleep at the kitchen counter. His girlfriend Donna and her druggie friend Ryvie were in the bedroom. She barely slept at all. Around ten, the phone rang. No one moved to answer it, so Rosie sat up. Rubbing her eyes she picked up the black phone, "Hello?" Plopping back down on the couch, she welcomed the small cat onto her lap, "Connor? Yeah, okay. I'm on my way." She stood quickly, grabbing her bag and her shoes. Planting a quick kiss on Rocco's cheek, she exited the appartment and hurried to her car. Fifteen mintues later, Connor and Murphy were with her. "Where are we going?" She asked looking at both boys. "A dealer. For weapons." Murphy replied. "Weapons? What for?" Rosie seemed confused and worried. Connor sighed, "Just shut up and follow these directions." Rosie snatched the piece of paper from his hands and read it over, "The shit you guys get me into." Connor and Murphy exchanged small smirks. Inside the room, Connor and Murphy sat in front of another Irishman. Rosie watched from the corner as they laid out guns, money, and gold watches. All three watched the man for a moment, then he pulled out two duffle bags. Pressing a button, he turned on the lights in an adjcent room. The room is filled with weapons. Connor and Murphy stood up, excited and walk to the room. Rosie followed behind, shaking her head.
Chapter 2!
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