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For Thee

Chapter 1


"And shepherds we shall be

For thee my Lord for thee

Power hath descended forth from thy hand

So our feet may swiftly carry out thy command

And we shall flow a river forth to thee

And teeming with souls shall it ever be

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti"

bang bang


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"Andrea, are you awake?"

"I am now. What's up?"

"There's a new case that you need to work on."

"Ok. I'll be at the station in an hour or less."

"Hurry up. Boss is a little impatient, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah I do. Be there soon. Bye."


Andrea hung up the phone as she swung her legs over the side of her bed, another day in the exciting life of a forensic detective in Boston. After working hard years through five years of college, one of the best in the world, she'd only managed to land a job in South Boston. The Irish district at that.It wasn't like she didn't like the city, but she had grown up in North Carolina and was much more accustomed to the country life style.

She looked around her apartment. On her salary she couldn't afford it, but her dad had left her a small fortune when he died. It was crisp and clean, like something you'd see in a catalog, but not to the point that it seemed uncomfortable.

She slipped out of bed and into a pair of slippers, as she walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Twenty minutes later she stood ready to go putting on the last touches of her makeup. Andrea stood about 5'5 with straight black hair down to the small of her back. She was fairly tanned considering much of her day was spent inside. She had an athletic build about her; she had a black belt in show-to-con, and was an ardent tennis player. The most stunning feature about her though was her ice blue eyes.

She was dressed in a pair of low cut kaki pants, and a white tank top covered with abrown blouse. She had her new badge hanging lightly at her hip, next to her concealed gun.

She locked the door as she left and walked down the flight of steps to the lobby. Andrea didn't own a car and being as she only lived three blocks from the station she just used the streetcars that were supplied for transportation during a case.

She left the building and blended in with the other city workers that walked to jobs nearby. She was so preoccupied with getting to work soon that she ran right into a stranger.

"I'm so sorry." She said turning red with embarrassment.

"It's fine miss," The man said back smiling.

"Have a good day."

"You too."

She kept on walking and turned into the station a minute later.

"Hi John." She said smiling as she walked to the elevator to go to her office.

"Hello, as soon as you set your stuff down Sergeant wants to see you." Said a man who could be placed around thirty, but he was actually pushing forty-five. He had soft brown hair and gray eyes. And was what many women would call attractive. But not to Andrea she had known him far to long to have any feelings other than friendship.

She took the elevator up two stories, and walked into her office, which also happened to be the lab. She sat her things down then immediately caught the elevator up to the fifth floor to see the Sergeant, also called the boss, mostly because no one really liked him.

As she walked down the hall, his secretary stood and ushered her with the wave of a hand.

"Right in here Dr. Procter, he is waiting for you."

"Thank you."

Andrea walked in to find she wasn't the only one to be present for this meeting. Two men sat in chairs opposite the Sergeant.

"Good morning Dr. Procter. Glad to see you've decided to join us." He said motioning to the others in the room then to an open chair she walked over and took a seat.

She recognized one man, him being the Chief. But the other she'd never seen before. Which didn't surprise her being as she had only just started work there about a week and a half ago.

"I assume you know Chief here, but I don't believe you've met Agent Smecker." He said motioning to the man she had not seen before.

"No we have not had the privilege of meeting." She said smiling and nodding at him.

He smiled back.

"Well then you'll get to know him quite a bit. You two will be working on a top priority case. Your job is to process information and crime scenes to bring in a group known as the Saints. I believe you may have heard of them Procter."

"Yes I read an article in the paper. But if I may ask sir? why me? I'm new and don't know the town well."

"Which means you'll have a new way of viewing things. And you can't be any worse than the Irish cops they had on the case." Said Smecker.

"Good then. I believe we are done here. You two have a lot of work to get to so get too it." He said they stood and left the office. Both walked in silence to the elevator.

"Do you have a projector in the forensics lab."


"Then lets get down to business. Its time you learned the facts about the Saints."


Four hours later Andrea sat her head resting on her palms.

"Well that should be about it. Any comments."

"Yeah, do you not have any actual pictures of these guys? What you have ain't much to go on."

"I know it's not much but it's all we have."

"So where do we start?"

"We wait for a crime scene that matches their marks, and we follow any leads from there. In the mean time your to help me with any other case that I work on."

"But won't they be for the FBI?"

"Yes. As of right now you are employed under lease to the FBI. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go get some coffee. Want any?"

"No I'm fine."

Smecker left and Andrea turned to the screen. The drawn sketches of the Saints stared back at her. Something familiar tugged at her memory. But she couldn't place what. She went back over the file twice briefly before going to lunch.


She walked everyday too Joanne's, a little café across the street that served the best shrimp salad sandwich ever. By now she was considered a regular, and as soon as she sat down the waiter came up to her.

"The Usual?"

"Yes please."

The waiter came back a minute later with a lemonade then went to get her sandwich. Coming back with it no more than a minute or two later.

By now the rush to get lunch and then back to the office had started and the place was nearly packed. Andrea sat in the back at a small round table so as to not take up space and usually she didn't have to hurry up.

The waiter approached her.

"Excuse miss but we're really cramped for room today. Do you mind sharing your table with two people?"

"No. That'll be fine. I'm almost done anyway."

"Thank you."

She said as she motioned for two men to come back that way.

"Well we just seem to keep bumping into each other today."

Said one of the men.

She looked up and it was the gentleman she had bumped into that morning on her way to work. He had with him another man around the same age.

"Yes it seems we do. Please have a seat."

Both sat down. The one she recognized had sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes, while the other had black hair. At first glance they looked normal but she knew enough about people to know there was something different about these two. They had matching tatoos of a saint on their necks and various others on their hands and arms.

The one she didn't recognize spoke first.

"So you two have met before have ya?"

"Sort of. We bumped into each other this morning." Andrea said

"Yeah, I'm sorry bout that too. By the way names Connor, and this is me brother Murphy."

"Your not from around here are ya?" Asked Murphy

"No, I just moved her from North Carolina. But I reckon you're not from around here either. Let me guess Irish."

"Yep, we moved here to live the fuckin American dream." Connor said smiling.

"Good luck." Andrea said laughing lightly.

"So what brought ya to Boston?"

"My job." She took a sip of her lemonade as they sent her a questioning glance.

"I'm in forensics, I work at the station across the street."

"Is that so?" Connor shot Murphy a quick glance.

"Well its nice to meet you Connor and Murphy." She said shaking there hands. "But I really must be going, I have to get back to work."

"It was nice meeting ya, maybe we'll bump into each other again."


She went to the counter and paid for her meal before heading back across the street to the station.


A/N Sorry it's so short but I had to get started somehow. I'm starting this before the second movie comes out so it'll sortta just blend into it, I hope.

This is my second fanfic. My first being LOTR based, and still in the beginning stages so I'll try and update as much as I can on this one.

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