A/N: Well, it's been a long time coming but the second chapter is finally here. Of course there are time jumps and the story is all over the place but I hope y'all enjoy it!

And please, please review.

Something Bad

Chapter Two

Salem, New Jersey

June 28, 2014

9:40 a.m.

Beth puckered her lips as she applied a bright red lipstick and straightened her yellow dress. Tara handed her a brunette wig. Tara herself was wearing a short blonde wig and a pink dress.

The girls checked their appearance in the full length mirror, approved their look, smiled, and left the motel room.

"So where are we going first?" Tara asked, as they walked through a back alley.

"There's a jewelry shop not far from here. They keep their front door locked, and they have one camera. They turn the camera off when they have important clients come in, who want to be discreet," Beth replied.

"Okay, so how are we going to get in?"

"Well Tara, we can't get in, but heiresses Ava and Natalia Eddington can," Beth smirked, handing Tara her ID.

"Oh My God, I love you!" Tara laughed. "But what about Daryl and Merle? They're going to kill us when they find out we pulled this job without 'em."

Beth shrugged. "They'll get over it. They always do."

"True, but they hate it when we work alone."

"C'mon, Tara," Beth whined, "one job, on our own. South Carolina is goin' to be our last job, so why not do something just for us. We're a good team. We just have to get in there, act as if we belong, get what we can, and then we'll be home free. Please?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Fine, but you have to tell Merle and Daryl we did this. I'm not gettin' on their bad side."

"I will," Beth said happily as she grabbed Tara's hands, and pulled her out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. "There's the store," she pointed out, "just take a deep breath and act as if we belong."

Tara nodded and followed Beth to the door of the jewelry store.

Beth pressed the button on the intercom and waited for someone to buzz the door open.

"Do you have an appointment?" a voice sounded through the speaker.

"No. I wasn't aware we would need an appointment," Beth said in her best British accent. "It's Ava and Natalia Eddington. We're here to see Jean-Louis."

The girls glanced at each other and smiled when the buzzer sounded, they stepped through the door and right up to the jewelry counter.

"Ah, Ava. Natalia." Jean-Louis called out, kissing both girls on their cheeks. "How are you?"

"As good as we can be," Tara spoke up, "May we see a few pieces? Some pretty trinkets to brighten up our day?"

Jean-Louis smiled and nodded as he reached down and unlocked one of the cases.

"Ah, the tennis bracelet, so charming, I adore it," Tara practically squealed when he laid it on top of the glass.

"Jean-Louis," Beth called for his attention, "may I try on this lovely necklace?"

"Of course, Miss Natalia," he said as he made his way around the glass cases.

While Beth had his attention, Tara discreetly slipped a piece of cheap jewelry out of her pocket, and replaced the real diamond tennis bracelet with the fake piece.

Just as Jean-Louis turned around to look at Tara, Beth took off the necklace and returned it to the velvety box.

"I don't think we'll be purchasing anything today, but thank you so very much for allowing us to try on your beautiful pieces," Beth said with a sigh, as she and Tara walked toward the door.

The girls said their goodbyes, being careful to keep up the charade, as they walked out the door and down the sidewalk. Neither of them spoke until they reached the alleyway. There they quickly stripped their dresses off, revealing the shorts and tanks they wore underneath, and tossed them, along with their wigs into a dumpster. They headed down the alley to the cheap motel.

Once they reached the motel, they grabbed their bags, threw them into Merle's car and took off.

"Ain't neither one of 'em answerin'," Merle growled and threw his cell phone on the bed. He was pacing the room with his fists clinched.

"They ain't gon' do nothin' stupid," Daryl said, "Ya trust 'em, don't ya?"

Merle threw his hands up, "Hell, I ain't sure anymore. The way them women been actin' we're all gon' get caught or, we're gon' have ta take tha fall for 'em."

"Naw," Daryl shook his head, "they ain't like that. They won't say nothin'. 'Sides, we done told 'em if we was ever caught fer them ta say we forced 'em ta do this shit. You said it yerself, they wouldn't do good in prison."

"Ugh! It's Merle again," Beth groaned as she looked at her phone and leaned her head back against the car seat.

Tara chuckled but kept her eyes on the road. "He's been callin' every five minutes for the past two hours, Beth. You better answer it. Quickly."

Beth looked at the screen and swiped it to unlock it.

"Hey, Merle," she said after putting it on speaker.

"Where tha hell have y'all been?!"

"Oh, we just had some things to take care of," she said innocently.

Merle snorted. "Yeah, well, y'all best have yer asses on tha road."

"We are headed to Richmond, " Tara shouted as they crossed the state line into Virginia.

"We're just now makin' it to Alexandria," Beth clarified. "We'll be there in a little while."

She ended the call before Merle could say anything more.

"Did you just hang up on Merle?" Tara asked her.

Beth just smiled and put on her sunglasses and leaned her seat back.

Merle sat on the hood of the car and lit a cigarette.

"Damn girls gon' cause me ta lose my mind," he mumbled to himself.

Daryl chuckled and sat down beside him. "Jus' let me know when ya 'bout ta go crazy so I ain't 'round ya when ya do."

Merle shrugged. "Been thinkin' fer awhile now that maybe it wasn't tha best idea ta bring them along. Maybe it's 'bout time we figure a way ta get 'em out of this without it causin' any problems fer us or them."

"You serious 'bout that?" Daryl asked. "'Cause I don't think they want out."

"Shit, Darylina, even if they don't want out, I think it'd be best if we made 'em. We'll do that job in South Carolina, get back ta Georgia an' let tha girls find 'em a nice place ta live an' maybe get 'em inta college. They cain't go on livin' this way an' goin' 'round stealin' an' shit."

Daryl busted out laughin' as he threw down his cigarette and doubled over. "Fuck!" He laughed, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you was gettin' soft, Merle."

"Naw. Jus' think it's a dumb idea ta keep draggin' 'em 'round with us. It ain't right, baby brotha."

Daryl sat back down next to Merle and rubbed his hands over his face. "This ain't 'bout tha girls, is it? Is it 'cause ya don't wanna share tha money no more?"

Merle spit and stood up, throwin' down his cigarette and stompin' it out.

"That ain't it," he said as he walked away.

Magnolia Grove Estates,

Brookhaven, Georgia

February 10, 2015

3:15 a.m.

Michonne parked her car at the curb in front of the yellow caution tape and got out of her car.

"Mich," Abraham shook his head as Michonne duct under the caution tape. "This is the same M.O. as Thelma and Louise but there's no way in hell it was them."

"How can we be sure?" She asked.

"There's no way they were able to break into this house and do as much damage at what was done. We do have reason to believe they were involved somehow though we're not sure how."

Michonne followed him up the walkway, past the other agents and police officers and to the front door of the four story mansion that stood before them. They showed the officer on watch their badges and proceeded inside.

They were led to the second floor of the house and into the second floor living room.

"There's a shit load of cash gone from the safe," Abraham started as he pointed to the safe that was still open, "and a shit load of diamond jewelry gone, too. They're thinkin' it's our girls but somethin' just don't feel right."

Michonne shook her head as she walked around the room, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the body still lying on the floor but covered with a sheet. "It doesn't. I don't think they would have escalated this quickly. Robbery to murder is a pretty big leap for them to make."

"We knew these girls had balls but damn," Abraham chuckled, "I don't think they did this. It ain't them."

"Not once have we received a report about them using a weapon of any kind during their robberies," Michonne said with a shake of her head. "They've always used their brains and looks to get over on men. They wouldn't have needed a weapon."

"Maybe he got rough with them or maybe it's as simple as they got caught," Agent Jacqui Prescott said as she walked over to the pair. "They're smart, so they had to figure they would get caught sooner or later and they couldn't leave any witnesses."

Richmond, Virginia

June 28, 2014

2:00 p.m.

Beth rolled her window down, pushed her sunglasses up and grinned when Tara pulled up next to a car in the parking lot of a gas station.

"You boys need help?" She asked as they walked over towards her.

Daryl grunted and leaned on the car while Merle glared down at her before breaking out into a grin and shaking his head.

"Y'all done tryin' ta make it on yer own an' playin' games?" He asked.

"For now," Tara replied, giving Beth a wink to which the blonde just giggled and opened her door.

Merle took a step back and watched as Beth walked away.

"Where tha fuck she think she's goin'?" He asked, turning back to Tara and Daryl.

They both shrugged and Tara smiled as Daryl took Beth's place in the passenger seat.

"Looks like she's ridin' with you," Tara said as she started the car.

Merle huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'ma kick y'alls ass fer stickin' me with Blondie from 'ere ta South Carolina."

"Where we gon' meet up at?" Daryl asked, avoiding his brothers comment.

"Myrtle Beach..." Merle began before turning his head to look at Beth as she called out his name.

"Tha fuck?" He muttered as she jumped in the passenger seat of his car and called out for him again.

"See ya later," Tara called out as she drove off and Merle made his way over to his car.

When he got in and started the car, Beth turned around in her seat then reached over and put her hand on his thigh, slightly putting pressure on it.

He looked in the rear view mirror to see a man with a gun running out of the store and right towards them. He gassed it and spun out as he took off.

Beth giggled when she finally looked over at Merle and despite his scowl, she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Oh, c'mon Merle, smile for me."

He reached down and squeezed her hand that was still on his leg before pushing it away and shaking his head.

"What tha fuck did ya do this time?" He growled.

She leaned back and scoffed. "I did exactly what you taught me to do, Merle." She reached down in the floor and picked up a black bag.

He glanced over as she pulled out a gun, a couple boxes of Marlboro's and a stack of cash.

That's when he noticed the lights flashing behind them.

"Fuck!" He slammed his hand on the steering wheel and began to slow down.

"Merle, what are you doin'?" Beth asked, beginning to panic.

"Don't ya worry, Darlin'. Jus' put yer hair up an'..." he didn't finish as he pulled over and Beth stripped off her top, leaving her bra on, and unbuttoned her jeans.

Merle raised his eyebrows as she leaned over him when the officer tapped on the window.

"Can we help you, Officer?" She asked as innocently as she could.

He noticed where the cops eyes landed. "Uh...yeah," he swallowed hard, "do you know how fast y'all were goin'?"

"Naw, wasn't payin' no attention ta that," Merle answered.

"Well, y'all were goin' 80 and the speed limit is 50."

Beth, putting on a show, giggled and bit her bottom lip. "I think that may have been my fault."

Merle laid his hand on the small of her back as the cop continued to stare and Beth could feel his sweaty palm and the slight shaking he was trying to hide.

"Alright," the officer said, "y'all keep an eye on your speed and be careful."

As he walked away, Beth busted out laughing and leaned her forehead against Merle's.

"Poor Merle, your hands are shakin'," she breathed out, trying not to laugh more. Merle placed his hands on her hips and lifted her out of his lap, muttering under his breath.

Beth sat back and eyed Merle as he pulled off the shoulder of the road and started down the road.

"Put on yer God damn shirt. Ya fuckin' slut," he growled without lookin' at her.

Tara smacked her gum as she checked her phone for the hundredth time since leaving Beth and Merle.

"Starin' at tha damn thing ain't gon' make 'em call," Daryl muttered as he pulled into the parking lot of a fast food place.

"It's been hours and we haven't heard from them," Tara snapped. "Beth is my best friend and Merle is your brother, I'd think you'd be just as worried as I am if not more."

"Ain't got no reason ta be worried. You're worryin' enough fer tha both of us. 'Sides, they can take care of themselves."

"Yeah but we both know what Beth did back there and we both know how your brother gets when she does things like that."

"Maybe you should talk to 'er an' tell 'er she needs ta stop doin' that shit."

Tara gritted her teeth. "I'm tellin' you right now, if he lays a fuckin' hand on her, I will cut it off!"

"I don't doubt ya will but I'm sure they're fine."

A few hours later Beth opened her eyes as the car came to a stop. She didn't say anything though, she didn't even look at Merle. She just sat there and stared out of the window.

She sat there silently as Merle got out of the car. He wasn't gone very long but when he got back in he turned to her and when she didn't look at him, he reached over and grabbed her face.

"I ain't meant what I said earlier. Ya ain't a slut an' I know you was jus' tryin' ta help out."

She just stared at him blankly until he let go of her face and sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.

"I got us a room," he said, "figured it was best if we didn't go straight ta where Daryl an' Tara are after what ya did taday."

She still didn't say anything.

After they got to their room and Beth had showered, she waited until Merle turned on the shower before she opened his bag and pulled out his bag of drugs then she picked up her phone and called Tara.

"Oh my God, Bethie! Where are y'all?" Tara practically shouted at her.

"Apparently we're in Raleigh. We had to take a little detour." Before Tara could ask why Beth asked if she could talk to Daryl.

"Hey," Daryl said and upon hearing his voice, Beth started sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daryl. I love you so much and I love Tara, too but I can't do this anymore. I'm done. I just don't want to do it anymore. As soon as we get to Charleston, I'm gettin' on a bus back home," she cried out in a rush.

"Wait, Bethie, slow down. What ya mean you're done?"

"I'm done, Daryl. Didn't you hear what I just said. I'm done. I want to go home."

Daryl leaned his head against the wall and pinched the bridge of his nose as Beth continued to ramble on about being done and wanting to go home.

"Beth, listen ta me. Charleston is our last job an' then we're goin' home. Ya cain't back out on us now. We need you."

"Who ya talkin' to now?" Daryl heard Merle askin' Beth.

She groaned. "I'm talkin' to your brother."

He heard a door slam and then a moment where all he could here was someone rustling around with a bag.

"Daryl," Beth said in a hushed tone, "when we meet up with y'all tomorrow, I really need to talk to you."

"Alright," he said. "Talk ta ya in tha mornin'."

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

June 29, 2014

11:30 a.m.

Merle pulled up at the roadside park Tara had said they'd be at when Beth talked to her before leaving the motel that morning.

Tara was sitting on a table with earphones in and humming along to whatever song she was listening to and Daryl was sitting against a tree close by and smoking a cigarette.

Beth sauntered over to Daryl without speaking to Merle or even Tara and motioned for him to follow her behind the building of roadside restrooms.

Once they were out of sight, Daryl leaned against the building and crossed his arms.

"What happened yesterday?" He asked.

"Well," Beth shrugged, "after what happened at the gas station, we got pulled over and I tried to flirt a little like I usually do but afterwards Merle got real pissy and called me a slut."

"Ya know he didn't mean it, Bethie."

"Yes he did, Daryl. I've been around him long enough to know that when he calls a woman a name like that, it's usually for a good reason and he means it."

"Ya cain't back out jus' 'cause Merle called ya a name which I'm pretty damn sure he didn't mean ta do. We need you on this Charleston job an' then we'll be done. Ya get that place next ta yer daddy's farm ya always been talkin' 'bout or you an' Tara can do all that fancy travelin' an' shoppin' or we could still build a cabin out by that lake that ya wanted."

Beth smiled but shook her head. "I don't know. He's just not the same man he was when we met y'all. He's worse and the drugs, that's another story. His habits gettin' worse an' we're goin' to get caught."

Daryl reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Not a chance in hell, Bethie. Ain't nothin' gon' happen ta you or Tara. I'ma make sure of it an' Merle, he may not say it but he loves y'all an' wouldn't hurt y'all fer anythin' in tha world."

"Baby brotha, quit stickin' tha wood ta Beth an' y'all get over 'ere. We're leavin'!" Merle shouted.

Daryl got in Merle's car with him and Beth got in the driver's seat of the car Tara and Daryl had been in.

As they drove off towards Charleston, Beth was too busy thinkin' about a way to get out of this mess to pay attention to the road.

"Beth!" Tara shouted just before the car they were in crashed into the back of an 18 Wheeler stopped in front of them.

Merle slammed on his brakes as he watch the car their girls were in crash. As soon as he had the car stopped, he and Daryl both jumped out and ran towards them.

A/N: So, please review and let me know what y'all think. What do y'all think is going to happen with Beth, Merle, Daryl and Tara?

Special thanks go out to gneebee and jazznsmoke for being so supportive! Love you both.