A/N: Well, here we go again guys! I hope all of my readers from How it Falls are back for more. This would be the place to go. New readers are always welcome. Whether you choose to read this story first or How it Falls first doesn't matter, nothing big is really spoiled in either one, and it is not necessary to have read How it Falls before you read Gravity. These two stories do intertwine, however, and happen at about the same time. And for all you who have read How it Falls, I there are a few little jokes and references in here just for you. In fact, you will probably recognize some of this Prologue. Also, as How it Falls, this story is loosely based on a song: Unbroken, by Missy Higgins. So, without further adieu, here it is: Gravity.

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A shot rang out.

Connor dropped to the floor.

"Son?" came the call.

Murphy had no idea whom his father was addressing, but he could not take his eyes off of the shooter to find out. "It's a fuckin' girl!"

"Fuck!" He heard Connor call out behind him as he rose from the position he'd assumed on the floor in order to avoid the shot the woman had sent his way.

"Drop the fuckin' gun!" Murphy yelled finally.

The woman shook her head. "Doesn't matter anyways. I used my last shot trying to hit him." And the gun cried out as it hit the floor. "Why I bothered I don't know. You've killed off most of my family and odds are the rest are next, no? So. Go ahead. Kill me." And with that she stepped forward into the middle of the room and dropped to her knees, her head bowed, three guns following her every move.

"No," Da said calmly. "You don't get out that easily." The three were upon her now and as she raised her head to ask what exactly he meant, he told her. "We do not kill women." And Da took the handle of his gun and knocked her in the back of the head. The girl slumped to the ground. Then Connor took her arms and Murphy her feet and together they moved her over to one of the few chairs that wasn't spattered with blood and sat her down in it. Murphy turned away immediately to finish crossing the other victims, but Connor hesitated for a moment, considering the girl.

"This is not good," he said quietly.

"Connor," Murphy called to his brother. They'd finished what they'd started. It was time to leave. He waved him over. Connor jogged across the room to meet Murphy and their father. They walked together back the way they had come for a bit until they got to the main road. Then each clasped hands and went his separate way.

It would be a long while before Murphy got home. He had the longest route to travel: back into the city and then down on the subway and from there, there was quite a walk back to the apartment. It would be morning before he got home. But it was necessary. Ever since their attack on the courthouse, they had learned to be careful… extremely careful. They might've gone to New York. They might've gone to Philadelphia. They might have gone a lot of places. But they had a life here. Besides, it just would've followed them anywhere. They couldn't stop. No, they couldn't stop now. They couldn't stop ever. So here, in Boston, was as good a place as any.

Murphy continued walking and shrugged his coat from his shoulders as he did. He'd left his equipment with Connor, who was taking a cab, and now regretted not having also left his coat. The ground was thawed now and the air had lost its night chill already. The hit had gone well, all in all. The girl had been a surprise, but it had turned out alright. No one had been hurt. Well… no MacManus.

The dawn light broke over the horizon as he walked and by the time he reached the subway station it was full morning. Murphy smoothed down his hair and approached the ticket counter. The place was packed, which was odd for a Saturday morning, but to his advantage. He politely thanked the woman at the counter, took his ticket, and boarded the train.

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A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Please review!