The entourage had been sitting outside the classroom for almost 20 minutes. They sat in a relative silence, which enabled them to hear the sporadic raised voice bellow from inside the classroom. The muffled sounds were distinguishable for them to know who was shouting, and whom they were shouting to.

The group sat on a row of chairs. While Sarah and Geraldine chatted aimlessly amongst themselves; Orla looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily with boredom as she leant her head on Marco's shoulder who now had Coco Pops on his lap. Erin stroked James' arm tenderly while Deidre bandaged his sore hand, Mary stewed as she stood over the wains. James and Marco then looked up to see Gerry and Joe standing over them. Despite the awkwardness of Erin and James being seen on CCTV going into the storage room together, the men was smiling at the pair of English fellas.

"Ye never guess where we've just been?" Gerry asked. The lads shook their heads.

"We just been speaking to one of the officers who were looking at the security videos." He revealed.

"Aye, we've just seen a wee clip of yous two knocking seven bells outta that Danny prick." Joe laughed. Causing James and Marco to smirk at each other.

"Daddy, don't encourage them! You and you, with us, now!" Mary snapped at Erin and James.

Mary has stewed long enough; as soon as Deidre finished; they walked down the corridor, followed meekly by Erin and James. The young couple frowned at each other as they did as they were told. Before they began, the bell rang on queue for the end of school. Students suddenly appeared from everywhere. Seeing the group together and given the events that had already transpired; many of them sensed that the day's events weren't finished yet and purposely lurked near and around the corridor.

Rumours had been spreading all afternoon that Sister Michael was back. Jenny Joyce struggled to make her way through the malingering crowd of students as they bombarded Michelle with praise for what she'd done for Shannon, Clare, Orla, and Marco couldn't help but chuckle as Michelle failed in attempting to be modest with her newfound celebrity status. Overexaggerating the situation as she always did, but the other students lapped it up as much as Michelle did.

"Oi, Michelle, is it true? Is Sister Michael back?" One asked, croutching next to her, whispering her question.

"Oh aye, it's true!" Michelle confirmed.

The girl dashed off excitedly to spread the word. The huddled crowd was abuzz. Jenny Joyce still struggled to get to Michelle as the students wouldn't budge. Orla now had Coco Pops in her lap, which earnt him an abundance of attention from the students. Orla relished the smiling faces as Coco Pops lapped up the attention. Away from the crowd; Mary stared Erin down with her arms folded, her lips was scrunched tight, while Deidre stood with a hand on her hip, staring daggers at James.

"Well.... We're waiting! What do ye both have to say for yourselves?" Mary demanded Erin to hasten with her explanation.

James went to speak. "Mary, we didn't mean to...."

"Ye didn't mean to do what?" Mary interrupted abruptly.

"Out with it, lad!" Deidre snapped.

"We didn't mean for it to happen." James finally said.

"Didn't mean what to happen?" Deidre asked.

Both Deidre and Mary were unsure of what James was getting at. Erin could see that James was struggling to continue. "Christ, James; Answer them!" Erin thought. Mary and Deidre then looked at each other and gawked at the couple. Erin's wide eyes made them confirm what both their imaginations had concocted.

"Oh shit!" She whispered.

"...... OH MY GOD!" They shouted together, mortified. Some of the students were startled and looked towards them.

"Mammy......" Erin shook her head.

"GERRY!!! GET YER ARSE OVER HERE NOW!" Mary shouted over the crowd. All rational thought had left her brain.

"What is it, Mary?!" Gerry called as he ambled his way through the crowd. Erin's heart started to pound fast, while James was suddenly in fear of the most docile man in Derry. Gerry looked at Erin who was hiding her face in James' chest. "Erin, James, What's going on?" Gerry asked them.

"She's PREGNANT GERRY!!!!" Mary shouted. The surrounding students gasped as they looked towards Erin. The crowd further down the corridor began to quieten.

"WHAT??!!!" Gerry shouted.

"WHAT IS THAT EEJIT SHOUTING ABOUT, MARY?!!!!!!" Joe called.

"I'LL HANDLE THIS, JOE!!!! ERIN..... IS IT TRUE??!!!" Gerry's face had turned a dark shade of red.

"Ohhhhhhhh I bet I know what they think!" Orla whispered to Marco. Her eyes were as wide as her mouth.

Just then, Everyone's attention was drawn towards the classroom door. A loud banging sound was heard coming from the classroom. Bellowing incoherent shouting emitted from behind the door.

"Sweet suffering Jesus!" Clare gasped.

"What d'ya reckon's going on in there?" Michelle asked.

"Maybe they've killed Mr O'Driscoll?" Orla suggested.

"Either that, or he just fell over?" Marco shrugged.

The door swung open. There was Patrick O'Driscoll, his hands now cuffed behind his large, rotund frame, his suit shirt buttons stretched beyond the breaking point; the man screamed in agony and disbelief as Chief Byers and an officer held him by an arm each and dragged him from the classroom. The students stood stunned and appalled as Patrick screamed and yelled for all he was worth, but his cries fell on deaf ears. He looked and saw the corridor was full of students along with the group and their parents. Clare gawked in astonishment while Michelle jumped on her seat to watch him take the walk of shame. Orla jumped on Marco's back to get a better look.

"WHAT YE ALL LOOKING AT?!!! YE DIRTY DEPRAVED LITTLE SHITS!! IMMORAL WORKING-CLASS SCUM!!!!! YER A STAIN ON SOCIETY... THE LOT A' YER!!!!" He screamed. His true nature slithered to the surface.

Patrick turned back to see Sister Michael now standing in the corridor, watching him be carted away. "YOU SET ME UP YE FUCKING BITCH!" The crowd gasped at the appalling manner he displayed as they all followed to see the man being led towards the main doors. His screams echoed around the corridors and halls until he was out of the building. Sister Michael now stood amongst them. The students gawked as they cast their eyes on the prominent figure.

"I guess he waived his right to remain silent." James quipped.

"I don't think he ever WAS silent. Was he?" Erin asked. The others shook their heads.

"What in the name of Sweet Jesus was all THAT about?!" Mary asked. Stunned at what they'd all just witnessed. She turned to Sister Michael.

"I think it best that I explain it to you. Follow me. Everyone else go home. I shall see you all tonight. God help me!" She shot as she led the congregation back to the classroom.

"Everyone take a seat.... Well, 40 odd minutes back and it seems things are as normal around here as they always were." Sister Michael moaned as she dropped two Alker seltzers into a glass of water. She proceeded to down the whole glass in one go.

"Sister Michael, what just happened?" James asked. The nun placed the glass down and regarded them all.

"....'Will you walk into my parlour? Said a Spider to a Fly.' She remarked.

"I'm sorry?" James asked.

"It a poem, yer great div!" Erin muttered.

"A little thing called Operation Spider. My leave of absence may have come as a shock to many of you, but the truth is, I was asked to step aside by the school board to allow the fly to enter the parlour." Sister Michael proclaimed.

"OK. That makes NO sense, Sister." Gerry said. Shaking his head.

"Shut yer hole. You! Go on sister." Joe said, intrigued.

"Well.... As it happens; for the past 4 years, while Mr O'Driscoll served as a member of the school board, he was also working as the accountant for the surrounding schools. The board have been suspicious of his 'questionable' activities for quite a while. Especially when large sums of money seemed to disappear from the accounts, and then reappear just as quickly......"

"But what does that have to do with yourself, Sister?" Mary asked.

"...... I am explaining it, Mrs Quinn..... Well, Patrick's first objective was to always get the headmaster out of the way first, feeding some ridiculous tripe to the board about bringing their "moral values" into question.... Which is funny considering what happened with his eldest daughter Sinead getting pregnant at 17...." She chuckled.

Mary and Gerry glanced towards Erin and James, who frowned awkwardly. Michelle spotted their disposition and furrowed her eyes with suspicion. Everyone was listening intently to the story. Orla occasionally turn to Clare or Marco for some clarity as Sister Michael told the tale.

"I must admit, he was very clever. At all the other schools, he would arrange some type of fundraising event; a disco, or something or other, where the students would take part and donate on a mandatory basis. It would always be an extravagant amount..... Then he'd find some excuse to put in an insurance claim for some form of damage either just before or after the fact. In that time, while the insurance company was paying out.... Patrick was literally taking it out of the pockets of the schools.... the students.... The parents. He managed to succeed in doing this more than 20 times.... And then.... He finally managed to get into this school to do the same thing.....Or so he thought." Sister Michael revealed.

"By Christ! The thieving Bastard!" Joe gasped.

Erin jumped out of her seat. "OH MY GOD! I was right! Oh my God, I WAS RIGHT!" She cried. "Did I or did I not say this?!" She looked around at everyone who stared at her, pointing at every one of them and herself. "OHHHHHH I was right!!! Jessica Fletcher, eat yer fecking heart out!" She exclaimed happily, James looked slightly worried as her face became the most animated it had ever been.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Marco whispered.

"Yeah.... It's like something out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon." James stared.

"Ach, I like those, they are soooo cracker!" Orla beamed.

"Miss Quinn, do you mind?" Sister Michael snapped.

"Right as ye may be, Erin. It doesn't excuse the fact that yer pregnant!" Mary scolded.

"What's this?!" Sister Michael looked alarmed.

"She said Erin's pregnant, Sister Michael." Sarah reiterated.

"WHAT'S THIS?!" Joe shouted.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Michelle shouted.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I AM NOT PREGNANT!!!!" Erin shouted.

"Aye, that's true. She's not." Orla spoke up. Supporting Erin, causing Erin to pause and take a breath.

"Thank you, Orla" Erin said calmly.

"Are ye sure, Orla?" Gerry asked.

"Aye, she's definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely NOT slept with James." Orla said.

"Oh, thank Christ for that!" Sister Michael let out a sigh of gratitude.

"I mean she's been done loads of other things, but they definitely haven't....." Orla's mouth was covered by Erin's hand.

"YES, THANK YOU, ORLA!" Erin hissed. Her face reddened again as the adults stared at her. "Carry on sister." Erin still held her hand over Orla's mouth as she sat down. The parents and Sister Michael looked at each other awkwardly.

"Well...... As I as saying; the school board raised their suspicions to the Police. And after a little phone tapping, they found and arrested a middleman by the name of Stevenson, but they couldn't allow Patrick to abort, otherwise, it could be argued in court that everything was only circumstantial evidence. They needed all the proof they could get. So, they brought.... someone in to pose as this.... Stevenson character, and Patrick was none the wiser."

"Who did they get? An actor or someone?" James asked.

"That I don't know, James. Chief Byers was quite secretive of that.... Although he did say that the man was.... Quite talkative." She pondered what she'd just said, as if a thought had entered her mind.

"Stevenson..... That was the same name that was on that file!" Erin cried.

"Precisely, Miss Quinn. However, phone tapping cannot be used as evidence in a court of Law. Am I not right, Miss Devlin?"

"Aye, that's right, otherwise it might be seen as.... conjecture. I think?" Clare said.

"But then, they had another piece of good fortune. I stopped by chance, to borrow a laptop from the school, and Lord behold, I stumbled upon this." Sister Michael opened the laptop and spun it round. The group gazed upon the file once again.

"Aye, that's the homework I was given!" Orla exclaimed.

"Was ye now, Orla?" Sarah asked, astounded.

"Stall the ball.... You mean to say...." Michelle stopped to let Sister Michael finish.

"Yes..... Orla must have saved the file to the hard drive by accident. This file has the name of every single person who Patrick has laundered the stolen funds to. Every single event.... Every single payout.... Every single person..... Every single penny! Suffice to say, he was..... a wee bit pissed off when we showed him this."

"Oh my God!" Clare exclaimed. "So, what's gonna happen to him, Sister?" She asked.

"Well, from what Chief Byers said. He'll be up for insurance fraud, money laundering, conspiracy to commit an act of arson, theft of school funds. If you want my opinion, Clare...."

"He is so fucked!" Michelle smiled.

"Michelle!" Deidre snapped.

"In so many ways, Michelle. Yes, he is. Completely." Sister Michael agreed.

The parents were absolutely astounded. They looked amongst themselves, unsure of what to say.

"I bet you're wishing you stayed on leave now, right Sister?" Marco laughed.

"Well, it was tempting, but the truth is... there was no way I was going to let that prick run riot over this school..... It might a perpetual zoo full of demented animals.... But it's my zoo." She smiled proudly.

"Awww, that's really grand of ye, Sister Michael." Sarah smiled.

"Aye, must admit, the wains have said it's not been the same without ye, Sister!" Geraldine added.

"Aye, grand to have ye back, so it is." Mary said.

"Spare me the sweet talk, I can't be doing with it. You may see yourselves out. You six.... Stay behind." She pointed to the group while the parents vacated the room. Sister Michael gazed down the row of all six friends as they stood before her.

"Well, this is a sight I thought I'd never see." The Nun said.

"Ach, did ye miss us, Sister?" Erin smiled, the other quickly mirrored her expression.

"Of course not, I meant it was a sight that you were standing in my office, not the perpetrators for once." Shooting them down with one sentence.

"Well, they do say miracles can happen in the most unlikely of places, Sister Michael." Orla said, making the Nun roll her eyes.

".... I simply have one request to make to you all..... Tonight, at the disco.... For the love of God..... Just don't do anything!" She exclaimed. The group all looked at each other and murmured in agreement.

Patrick O'Driscoll was seen by Chief Byers through a pane of one-way glass; throwing his chair against the wall, he argued helplessly with the interviewing officers who threw one piece of incriminating evidence after another towards him, causing Patrick to rage again in a losing battle. As the Chief walked down the corridor of confinement cells; he stopped and peered inside the cell and couldn't help but notice the grave expression on Danny's face as he sat alone in his cell. Chief Byers walked into his office and dialled a number, after a few rings, the phone was answered.

"Hello."

"Hello, Chief Byers speaking."

"Ach, it's yourself, Chief. How's it going?"

"Grand. I just wanted to say Thank you for your participation in Operation Spider."

"Anytime, anytime at all."

"..... I would have thought you would have had more to say?" Byers joked. Holding his breath.

"Well, as long as I have yer word that there will be no further consequences, for myself or my family, as I do recall one time back in 1991."

"Yes! You have my word." Byers quickly interjected.

"Ach, well. Less said then."

"Exactly. Bye for now." Byers said.

"Cheerio." The man hung up.