Now, normally I wouldn't dream of using language like this in a story, but to stay in keeping with the Boondocks' Universe, I will have to use it. Ergo, this fic shall be rated M simply for that…and, possibly, innuendo and darker content.

Chapter 1

"There are still no words on the disappearance of Boston's notorious 'Saints' from Hoag Maximum Security Prison. The 'Saints,' later discovered to be brothers Conner and Murphy MacManus, disappeared from their cell nearly two weeks ago today. Along with the brothers their accomplice, known only as 'Romeo,' has also disappeared. Prison officials say that the brothers, and their accomplice, were in their cell at lights out, but in the morning they were gone. Residents in the Boston area are warned that these men are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous."

The apartment was quite small, barely seven hundred square feet of space. The kitchen's counters were covered in empty pizza boxes and dirty dishes. An odd smell emanated from the fridge. The two beds were unmade and the small dining room table was covered in empty beer cans. The floor was covered in dirty clothes and the shower was dripping after not being turned off properly. Two identical crucifixes hung from two nails next to the front door.

"Did ye hear that Conn, we're 'extremely dangerous.'?"

Conner MacManus looked up at his brother. Murphy was lying on his back, legs propped up on the wall. He was grinning excitedly and drumming his heels against the wall. Conner looked back at the television and muttered, "They're making us sound crazy. We're no' crazy."

"Fuck, o' course we're crazy." Murphy said proudly.

"What makes you say tha'?"

"If we're no' crazy how the hell do we keep gettin' away with all this?"

Conner replied, "Dumb luck and the grace o' God."

"I suppose that could be it, but I still t'ink we're crazy."

Conner rolled his eyes as he turned back to the TV, "You're having too much fun with this, lil' brother."

"I'm older! You know that."

"I'm older an' you know it."

Murphy threw a pillow at Conner. It glanced off Conner's head. Conner growled and jumped at his brother. The two rolled around on the floor, playfully punching and kicking one another.

A knock at the door startled them out of their play-fight and they stilled. Conner was on top of Murphy, holding his darker haired twin down easily. Murphy used the knock to his advantage and knocked Conner off him. He scrambled to his feet and bounded to the door. He peered out of the keyhole, then yelped and jumped back, "Shit, get some clothes it's Ms. Hanlon."

Conner threw his brother a shirt and grabbed one for himself. He tugged it on just as Murphy opened the door and smiled down at the woman. Murphy felt Conner come up behind him and in unison they both said enthusiastically, "Hallo Ms. Hanlon."

Ms. Hanlon was an old, white haired woman. Her face was wrinkled. Her white hair was styled to perfection. Her clothes were clean and crisp with starch. Her shoulders were slightly stooped, but she held herself with the dignity of old age. Her blue eyes were bright as she said, "You boys look awful."

"And you look lovely."

The woman smiled, "You're both such nice boys." She paused for a moment, then said, "I wan' ta invite ye ta dinner. I'll be makin' lamb stew an' I'm sure you both could use a good meal. You're skin an' bones. When's the last time ye had a good meal?"

The brothers exchanged glances. Murphy shrugged and said, "I don' rightly remember." He glanced over his shoulder at Conner, "Do ye?"

"No, I don'."

Murphy turned back to the old woman and said fervently, "Ms. Hanlon, ye're a dream."

"O' course I am. Now, I want you boys ta go wit' me while I invite Rhetta ta dinner."

The brothers exchanged glances. Then they asked in unison, "Who's Rhetta?"

"She's a nice girl." The old woman's eyes brightened as she added, "She's unattached."

Murphy looked at Conner, grinning, "Oh, really now?"

Ms. Hanlon nodded sagely, "She's quite pretty, for an English girl."

The boys wrinkled their noses and said, "English?"

"Don' judge her ta quickly."

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"There are still no words on the disappearance of Boston's notorious 'Saints' from Hoag Maximum Security Prison. The 'Saints,' later discovered to be brothers Conner and Murphy MacManus, disappeared from their cell late last night. Along with the brothers their accomplice, known only as 'Romeo,' has also disappeared. Prison officials say that the brothers, and their accomplice, were in their cell at lights out, but in the morning they were gone. Residents in the Boston area are warned that these men are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. According to sources from inside the police and rumors from several detectives, the Saints were candidates for early parole. While these rumors cannot be confirmed, they cannot be dismissed lightly."

Rhetta Davies was a dark haired, dark eyed young woman. She was of average height and average weight. She had small hands and feet, with narrow, almost birdlike, wrists and ankles. She sipped at the mug of steaming tea as she watched the news on the small television in her living room. The tea steamed up the small square reading glasses she wore low on her nose. She wiped them on the long sleeve of the thick sweater she wore. She was curled up on her overly large couch, a blanket wrapped around her legs and a thick book open on her lap.

On the couch beside her lay two dogs. One was a very white, very fluffy Bichon Frise named Trixie. The short claws on its front and back paws were painted pink. The other, slightly smaller, dog was a brown eared Papillon with a studded leather collar. On the Papillon's collar was the name 'Dixie.'

At the sound of a loud knock, the dogs leapt up and began barking frantically. Rhetta almost spilled her tea as she jumped at the sound of the dogs' barking. She got to her feet, squirming free of the blankets as she set the tea on the small coffee table. She headed for the door, pulling the sweater lower so that it covered more of her bare legs. She didn't bother looking through the peephole as she opened the door.

She smiled at the old woman as she greeted her cheerfully, "Hallo Ms. Hanlon."

"Good afternoon dear," The old woman smiled back at her, then said, "Rhetta, I wan' ye ta meet the O'Neill brothers, Murphy and Conner. They live upstairs."

Rhetta glanced at the men, utterly disinterested. The man on the right was barely shorter than the man on the left. He had scruffy brown hair and a mole on the left side of his mouth. The man on the left had a well groomed, short, beard and brown hair that stood on end in a manner that somehow appeared almost orderly. Both men wore identical jeans and black shirts. They were both smiling nervously and shifting back and forth as they tried to hit each other surreptitiously.

Rhetta stared at them, sure she knew the men from somewhere. She faintly heard the reporter on the television droning on about the Saints and suddenly it hit her. Her eyes widened a fraction and she looked hard at the men. They seemed to notice her scrutiny and looked back at her hard. Rhetta looked away quickly and focused her attention entirely on the old woman.

Ms. Hanlon turned to the men and said, "Rhetta works at the library. She used to live with her boyfriend, but she kicked him out a few days ago."

Rhetta's eyes widened; she flushed dark red as she said, "Ms. Hanlon, I'm sure they're not interested –"

The old woman ignored her as she continued, "I haven' heard such a commotion in years. He was throwing things and she was screaming. I almost called the police I got so scared."

"It was hardly that bad," Rhetta murmured feebly.

"It is now that bruise on your face has gone down." Ms. Hanlon turned to the men, "Can you believe it? He actually hit her." Before the men could answer, the old woman turned back to Rhetta and asked, "Will ye be joinin' us for dinner?"

Rhetta shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't tonight."

"That's what ye've been sayin' for months."

"I'm very sorry Ms. Hanlon."

Ms. Hanlon sighed and said, "You boys try and convince her. I have ta go and start the stew."

After the old woman had disappeared and started down the stairs, Rhetta turned to the men, crossed her arms and said bluntly, "You're the MacManus twins."

They stared at her for a moment, then the taller one said, "Now what would make you t'ink that?"

"You're on the news."

"Well, there is that."

"We're no' the MacManus brothers."

"Of course you're not," Rhetta stepped back into her apartment, "Well; it was nice to meet you both. Now go away."

She reached for the cell phone that was charging on the kitchen counter as she started to shut the door. The taller man reached inside and grabbed the charging cable. The phone was pulled out of Rhetta's hand and it clattered onto the floor. Rhetta jumped back as the men entered the apartment. Her dogs bounded over, both snarling and yipping.

The shorter man stopped dead and stared at the dogs, "What the fuck are those?"

The taller one smacked him on the back of the head, "Shut the fuck up. You know you're no' supposed ta use language like that in fron' o' a lady. Didn't ye listen ta anything Ma tried ta teach ye?" His voice trailed off slightly as he muttered, "Ye're a fuckin' idiot."

The darker haired man shot his brother the finger and muttered, "Go to hell, jackass."

The fairer man turned to Rhetta and said firmly, "You can' call the police."

"Of course I can." Rhetta snapped as she backed further away.

"Murph, shut the door an' shut those rats up." He turned back to Rhetta and held out a hand as he said, "I'm Conner."

Rhetta stared at his hand as if it was a venomous snake. She looked him in the eyes, "I think you should be rotting in a prison cell."

"We're no' that bad."

"You're murderers." Rhetta held up a hand, "And please don't give me a speech about how you only killed 'evil' men. I've heard it all before. And while I do agree that the men you killed deserved it, I do not believe that you have the right to take the law into your own hands."

"So, you're no' a fan?"

Rhetta's right brow rose as she said coolly, "No, I am not a 'fan.'"

Conner sat down at the kitchen counter and said confidently, "We would o' gotten out even if we hadn' escaped. Our fans were signing petitions."

Rhetta conceded, "Your fans are very persistent. And their petitions must have worked. According to the TV, there were rumors the two of you were up for parole."

Murphy looked up from the dogs, smirking, "We have lots o' fans."

"Unfortunately, you do."

Conner smiled at her, "So, are ye still goin' ta call the police?"

"Of course I am."

Murphy and Conner exchanged glances. Conner shrugged, "We can't stop you."

Murphy picked up the phone and tossed it to his brother. Conner dialed the number for her, then said, "May I speak to Detective Duffy please?" He waited a moment, then handed the phone to Rhetta, "Just ask Duffy to come down. He'll clear all this up for ye."

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"What do you mean it's not them?" Rhetta stared disbelievingly at the two middle aged detectives that stood in the kitchen. One was shorter and slightly rounder. The other was slim with grey hair and beard.

The smaller man said, "Ma'm, we've taken their fingerprints and run them through the system. They're not the MacManus brothers."

"I am to take it that their uncanny resemblance and the fact they have the same name means nothing at all? Nothing? Not a thing?"

"It's just an uncanny resemblance."

Rhetta scowled at the detectives, then looked at the brothers. Ms. Hanlon cut in before she could speak, "I'm sure it was all a misunderstanding, wasn' it dear?"

Rhetta gritted her teeth, nibbling her lower lip hard, as she snapped, "Yes, I suppose it was."

"Now that all this unpleasantness has been cleared up," The old woman turned to the detectives, "Would the two of ye like ta stay for dinner?"

Rhetta slipped out of the kitchen - doing her best not to be observed as she did so - and headed up the stairs. She heard footsteps behind her and turned. Conner had followed her up the stairs. She stepped back, clenching her fists as she said, "I know what you are and I will try and have you arrested."

"I can live wit' that, till ye change yer mind o' course." He leaned against the wall opposite her, crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

"I won't change my mind."

"Course you will, everyone does." He said confidently. Abruptly he changed tact and said slowly, "I actually wanted ta ask ye a favor, iffen ye don' mind."

Rhetta stayed quiet for a moment, but her curiosity got the better of her common sense and she asked, "What is it?"

"Ms. Hanlon said you work at the library." He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, "I'd be obliged if you could find me the blueprints for the Yakavetta complex."

Rhetta blinked, "You don't need to pay me to do research –"

"Oh, well, if that's the case –" Conner started to put the bill back in his pocket.

Rhetta's hand snaked out. She caught his arm and said, "I don't need it, but I won't turn it down." She looked down briefly, then said, "You do realize that they will be difficult to obtain, don't you?"

"I didn' except it would be a walk through a field of daises," He replied.

"Why did you ask me? I'm sure you know other people who could find the blueprints faster."

"Course I do, but most of them are in prison or have a parole officer."

Rhetta blinked at him slowly, "I'll get them to you as soon as I can."

He handed her the bill and smiled, "Thank ye lass."

"Please don't call me that."

He merely grinned at her, then headed down the stairs, leaving Rhetta alone on the stairs. She looked at the crumpled bill in her hand, then scowled and crumpled it in her hand.

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Well, this is my first plunge into the Saints mythology. I hope you enjoy it, and remember, R&R.

P.S. The cover art used was made by Yoriannce. You can find it on DeviantART.