Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondock Saints as much as I wish I did.

"They came in the door this time," Agent Smecker began. "Easy enough for them, these men were slobs and expendable. The Russians used them because they could afford to lose them. The two on the floor here were on the couch, watching the television. That one in the hall was in the bathroom, his pants aren't buttoned. He came in when the door was kicked in. Two moved out of the doorway, to the side, here and here." He pointed to indicate exactly where. "Then they fired. It didn't take long for them to get all five. Only they weren't here for these men precisely, they were looking for something…or someone.

"Two of them tore up the room a bit," he continued, walking around, stopping in front of the closet. "Until they got to here. There were people here. Children from the footprint. They put the fairs over the eyes and took the children with them. As they were walking, one stepped in the blood from this fellow." He pointed to the man lying in the hall.

"What if it wasn't a kid? What if it was a midget?"

"What's with you, Greenley, and abnormally sized men?" Agent Smecker asked. The other officers chuckled. "Get me a cup of coffee."

"We can't keep these kids around, take them back to their mother and be done with it," the McManus boys' father told them.

"We can't, Da, we don't know who they are," Murphy replied. "They boy won't say a single world and the girl's just scared too. It's a wonder they aren't worse." He watched the two curled up on the bed for a moment. The girl was awake as she held her younger sleeping brother. Connor waved his hand in front of Murphy's face to break him out of it.

"We can't keep 'em, Murph," Connor concurred with their father. "Someone's bound to know who's missing two cute lil' Irish kids."

"Right," Murphy said, trying to be sensible again. "Annie might know." Connor smiled. Murphy had introduced him to Annie Odell, a smart little woman who worked as an editor for a newspaper that ran to all the Irish in Massachusetts. If something was happening to the Irish, she knew.

"That writers knows everything, thanks to a fool of an Irishman who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut," Conner responded, accusingly. "The only reporter that knows everything about us."

"She hasn't printed a word of it, hasn't exploited us at all," Murphy defended. "If I gave her permission, then she'd print it, but not a moment sooner." Il Duce stood suddenly.

"Let's go see her then, get rid of the children," he said, settling the dispute.

"You mean to leave them with her?" Murphy questioned, not liking the idea. Annie didn't want to get involved in their work and she certainly didn't want to be the keeper of two children who were something like ghosts. "You haven't even met her, Da, what if she won't take 'em?"

"Wait until that comes into play, son."

Conner followed their father to the bed and an unhappy Murphy joined them a second later. Connor hoisted the girl into his arms and Murphy took the boy.

"Where are we going?" the little girl asked in a small but heavily accented voice. She blinked innocent, big green eyes at Connor. They were two deep pools of green, Irish eyes.

"Why, we're going to see a friend of mine," Murphy told her. "She's going to help us get you home." The little girl blinked again, this time as if she didn't understand a word he had said. Annie was going kill him for this. Murphy sighed and walked out to the waiting car.

Murphy knocked in a particular pattern on the door to room 717 that would tell Annie exactly who it was coming to call on her. A moment later, he heard the rattle as chains slid from their locks and the door swung open. Annie stood there, surprised to see Murphy, but even more puzzled by the child that he held in his arms. Her eyes were green and her red hair tied back in a single ponytail. A pen was in one hand and a notebook in the other. Another pen was tucked behind her ear.

"Hello, Annie," Murphy greeted. "You remember my brother, Connor." He moved out of the way and Connor smiled at her.

"Hi, Murphy, come on in," Annie said, remembering her manners. "Who have you got with you?" She titled her head at the two children. Murphy and Connor walked in to the couch and put the kids down. The boy immediately sought the comfort of his sister. Annie's table was covered with papers and the like. She'd been working when they came in. She went over and tried to straighten it up a bit.

"Have ya had anyone call the newspaper about two missing children?" Murphy asked. She looked up.

"Aye, but not those two, I know that, not the right ages," she answered. She caught on fast to what the McManus brothers were doing coming to her. "There was a pair of boys a month ago that haven't been turned up. And another three, two girls and a boy, two weeks ago."

"You sound a might disgusted," Connor commented. "What are the cops doing?"

"Next to nothing actually, they're just a few Irish children and God knows, we have enough of those roaming around," Annie said. "They probably ran off themselves. They aren't my section of the paper though; someone else is taking care of those articles. I have to do more important things. I don't think we'll be able to run their missing alerts much longer even." Finally, she snapped open her laptop and brought up the article that ran a month ago when the boy disappeared. Murphy moved to stand behind her and read over her shoulder.

"These boys were too old to be that one, like ya said," Murphy agreed. "What about that other boy?"

"Too young, he was three," Annie replied. She looked over at Connor and suddenly she froze. The little girl was watching her with wide eyes. "Murphy, where did you get these children?" she whispered. Murphy gave her a guilty look.

"They got snatched by the Russians," he told her, his voice a whisper too. "We found 'em in a closet. They must have seen everything. The boy won't say a word."

"Oh Murphy, they didn't!" Annie exclaimed. "How could you be so careless? They're just children." Murphy's guilt deepened across his features and Annie felt bad for scolding him about the kids. "Look, Murphy, I'm sorry, I know you feel bad enough already."

"That's all right, Annie," Murphy replied. She stood and went over to the little girl. Connor went over to Murphy.

"So there's nothing?" Connor asked. His brother nodded. "What are we going to fucking do with them then? She was supposed to know something."

"Maybe she can find out something," Murphy suggested.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" they heard Annie asked.

"Fuck, we didn't feed them or nothing," Connor realized, belatedly. "We should have fed them or something."

"It's a motherly instinct, Connor, we haven't got it," Murphy replied. He smiled at Annie and stood up. Connor set to skimming the article.

"What are you going to do with them?" Annie asked. Murphy looked back at his brother. She knew then, in that instant, what that look meant. "No, no Murphy…No. You cannot." She looked between the two of them.

"We don't have much of a choice, Miss Odell," Connor put in. "Just keep them one night, Annie, just one night."

"Please," Murphy added. His eyes were on the kids though, not on Annie.

"One night?" Annie questioned. "Do ya promise for just one night? Otherwise I promise…"

"Thank you, Annie," Murphy said. He kissed her cheek and turned toward the door. "Look, we can't stay, but we'll be back tomorrow. To pick 'em up."

"You'd better be."

"Will you poke around with the newspaper?" Murphy continued. "I mean, if you want to, else we'll worry about it ourselves."

"Come on, Murph, Da's waiting," Connor reminded his brother. Annie followed them to the door, glancing back at the kids once.

"Look, I know ya have to be on your way and I don't know if I really have a right to ask…but I don't have any money right now," Annie told them. "And those kids are going to need to be clothed and fed tonight."

"Fuck, we didn't think of clothing them either," Connor said. Annie bit her lip and Murphy hit Connor across the chest.

"Watch your language with a lady around," Murphy cautioned. Connor frowned, the warning out of character for his brother. "All right, Annie." He dug in his pocket and came out with a roll of bills that made her blink. Connor reached up and smacked him upside the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"What're ya doing carrying that much money around with you?" Connor scolded.

"I was going to leave it with Annie" Murphy retorted. "You can't have expected me not to after dumping those two on her?" Connor ran his hand down his chin and waved a hand for Murphy to proceed. He started to count out a few bills and stopped, handing her the whole roll.

"Murphy, I didn't mean this much," Annie said. He closed her fingers around the cash and shrugged. "I just meant enough to take care of them. Take them across the way to get a change of clothes, a warm meal…"

"Save it then, for a rainy day," Murphy replied. "See ya tomorrow, around five, all right?"

"I guess, sure," Annie breathed. They walked out and she closed the door behind them. Then she remembered the two children again and turned back to them. "So, how about we go for a ride?"


AN: I just bought this movie the other day with my Christmas money and I fell in love with it. I tried to swear off writing fanfics and haven't put one on this site for a long time. I hope that anyone who read this fic enjoys it.