They all sat around the kitchen table at Rocco's mom's, numb from the pain and silently sipping beers. Suddenly, Smecker came on the news making an announcement that he is heading up the investigation to find the four of them. Rocco reached up and shut it off. "Shit." Connor rubbed his temple. Rosie, who was halfway asleep on her shoulder, sat up and rested her head on her hand. "What?" Rocco asked poking the table, "What, that guy?" Murphy took a swig of his beer, "That's the guy that got us off the hook with the 'Checkov' thing." Rosie nodded, "And he is one smart fuckin' man." The boys looked to her, knowing her dazed state. Not getting any sleep the night before, and getting shot really took it out of her. "They got nothing." Rocco shook his head. "This guy is very sharp. If he hasn't figured us out yet, he will." Rosie stood and limped to the fridge, "You bet your ass he will." Murphy laughed, shaking his head, "Go ta bed Rosie." She didn't listen to him, instead grabbed a beer and took her seat. "Well, I'd say that makes him a lia-fuckin'-bility." Rocco took a bite out of something. "He isn't ta be touched." Connor said catching onto to Rocco's idea. "He's a good man." Murphy stated. "Okay, whatever," Rocco looked around at the bloody mess, "My mom's gonna kill me." Suddenly Rosie's head dropped to the table. The boys laughed and Murphy stood up, "Okay, Rosie. Let's get to bed." Rosie sat up only to let Murphy pick her up and take her to the bedroom. He laid her in the bed, kissing her forehead. He started unlacing her shoes for her, removing them from her small feet, "Now, stay in bed all night." He positioned her on the pillow, covering her up. "Don't worry about that Murph." She said, opeing her eyes some. He was smiling down at her. With a smile, she closed her eyes and rolled over. "See ya in the mornin', Rose." Murphy shut off the light and closed the door behind him.
The next morning, the group pulled up in Vincenzo's car at a local church. The brother got out while Rosie and Rocco lagged behind, both yawning. "Hey!" Rocco yelled getting out of the car, to follow them, "We gotta talk about this early morning church shit." Murphy just shot him a smile and followed his brother inside. Rosie crawled over the seats and out the passengar, "C'mon, Roc. They'll be in and out soon enough." Rocco huffed then got out. Rosie waited for him patiently, a sweet smile on her face. She was trying to make up for their little bickering fight and for the uncomforableness that surrounded them. Connor and Murphy sat in one of the pews, praying. Rosie and Rocco stood silently. Suddenly Rocco took off, spotting Smecker walking to one of the confessionals. Rosie saw him as well. She was about to go after him but Connor stopped her, "Stay here." Rosie sighed watching him follow Rocco, then turned to Murphy. He just sat there, with his head down. "Hi." She said sitting down on the pew. He chuckled, "Hello." Rosie smiled as well and looked at his arm, "How does it feel?" Murphy looked down at his arm and shrugged, "Alright. What 'bout yer leg?" Rosie sighed, "It's good, I guess." She leaned her head on the back of the pew and looked at him. "How'd you sleep last night?" He asked shifting to look at her. She raised her head onto her arm, "Better." There was another silent pause. They looked at eachother. Murphy had a comfortable look on his face as he smiled at her. Slowly, and unintentionaly she leaned into him. He didn't object to her actions, but placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her face to his. Their lips touched softly for a moment then harder. Rosie felt soemthing welling up inside her. She grabbed Murphy's face, not wanting to pull away. They parted just as Connor and Rocco came back out. Seeing Connor angry face, both shot up and raced over. Murphy hurried to them. "What the hell happened?" Rosie asked, catching up to him. The question was for Connor but Rocco answered with a giggle, "The Lord works in mysterious ways." They both walked away, leaving Murphy and Rosie confused. Rosie shrugged, sending Murphy a sweet smile. He smiled back and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They exited after the other two. When they exited the church, Connor was dialing a number, into a pay phone. Soon he was talking back and forth with Smecker. "Well, the light caught the side of his face for a second. And it looked like he had a gray beard, maybe...late fifties, early sixties." Connor was describing the man from the house to Smecker. Rosie and Murphy were leaned up against the wall, while Rocco looked around anxiously. "I think it's better if we find this man before he finds us again," Connor said into the receiever, "We're going to hit Poppa Joe tonight, right in the comfort of his own home. Then we move on to New York. It's getting a bit hot for us here." Connor turned and looked at Rosie, "And we're gonna drop Rosie off with ya. It's safer for her there." Rosie stood up and tried to snatch the phone away, yelling curse words at Connor. "We'll be there soon." Connor hung up and grabbed at Rosie's wrists, "It's for the best, Rosie." She stopped squirming and sighed, "Whatever. I'm apart of this." She turned and looked at the other boys, before storming off back to the car. "Man, she can be real bitch!" Rocco yelled the last part loudly receieving the middle finger from Rosie. Connor looked to his brother and noticed the way he was looking at her, "Ah Christ, Murph. What'd you do?" Murphy shoved his hands in his pockets, "Nothin'. Fuck off." He waved his brother off and walked after Rosie. His brother looked to their friend, who stood with a smile on his face, and playfully hit his chest.
At the police station, the four snuck into the back. Smecker waited their for them, "Well hello." He got smiles for the boys and an annoyed look from Rosie. He wrapped a loving arm around her, "How about a cup of coffee, darlin'. Maybe a doughnut?" Rosie could help but give him a small smile, "Alright." He gave her a squeeze before they walked inside, the boys following behind. They were ushered into a room, where the other three detective, Dolly, Greenly, and Duffy waited. The brothers shook hands with them, smiling and bragging about their success. Rosie was handed a warm cup of coffee and one of the officers jackets. "Boys, I've got to talk to you in my office." Smecker said, rocking back and forth on his heels. They all stood up to leave. "Rosie, I'll be back." Murphy said, before kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes at his touch and sighed, "I'll be waiting." He shot her a smile before following the other men out of the room. "Okay, boys. What's are you guys going to do about the old man?" Smecker said as soon as the door was closed. The three looked at eachother and shrugged. "We haven't thought that far yet." Connor replied, sipping his coffee. "He was different than the others. More experienced. We're just hopin' we can ge the fuck out of 'ere before he finds us again." Murphy added. "Yeah, man. All we want is Poppa Joe dead." Rocco nodded, putting his two cents in. "And what about Rosie? How long is she staying here?" Smecker motioned to the door. "Just until we finish tonight," Connor said smirking at his brother, "Don't think Rosie, or Murph wud let her be away that long." Murphy shot him a glare as the other men laughed. "Well, ya better go say goodbye to her. We've gotta get out 'ere as soon as we can." Connor nudged his arm. His brother stood and excused herself from the others.
Rosie was sitting in the desk chair when he entered. She stood up, placing her coffee on the desk. Murphy walked up to her, pressing his lips to hers hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to him, let him run his hands all over her. He pressed her against the wall, as she moaned softly into his lips. Reluctantly, he pulled away, "We'll be back soon." He turned to walk away, but Rosie stopped him. She pulled him back, kissing him one last time, "Please, be careful." He smiled, "Don't worry about me." Letting her go, he left the room. Smecker entered right after, "Okay darlin' let's take the squad." Rosie smiled and grabbed a doughnut before running after Smecker.
Outside in the alleyway, the three boys smoked cigarettes, going over their plan. Suddenly their were attacked from behind. Silently, but with a struggle they were pulled into a van and driven away from the station. Rosie watched the van drive by as she slid into the passengar seat of the patrol car, not taking any notice of it.
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