"Are you happy to be out of college now Rachel," Paul Smecker asked his niece after picking her up from the airport on her first day back in Boston. "Yes and no," she said smiling over at him as he drove, "I already miss it but I'm glad that I have no more exams or homework." "You'll still technically have homework sweetie," he said to his niece, "depending on where you go to work, you may have to work some at home." "Yes I know," she said nodding, "so where are we going?" "You are going back to my place," he said as he pulled up to his building, "I have a case I have to get to." "Are we still celebrating my graduation tonight," she asked looking at him as the building's door man walked to the car and opened her door. "We'll see," he said, "depends on how late this case keeps me." "Okay Uncle Paul," she said giving him a quick peck on the cheek then climbing out of the car so he could drive away.

"Good morning Miss," the door man said smiling at her as she finally turned to look at him. "Good morning," she muttered in reply, "I guess." She looked up at the building, not quite wanting to enter yet. She hadn't been in Boston in quite some time and just wanted to have a look around, see how much it's changed since she was last there. She walked inside, only to give her single bag to the man at the front desk and asking him to watch it, then walked right back out and headed down the street to explore. She'd never been to this part of town before as a child, actually she never really got to explore much, but living in Boston in the late 90's and a beautiful girl such as she walking around alone, was never a good thing.

Rachel had walked farther than she originally realized when she came to an Irish neighborhood. Every Irish member of the community was out celebrating as it was St. Patrick's Day, the one day of the year where everyone was Irish, not just the Irish. Maybe I should head back to Uncle Paul's now, Rachel thought to herself as she began to worry about what would happen if her uncle got home before she did and realized that she had went out on her own. As she turned around to leave out of the neighborhood, she heard a commotion from behind her. Not turning around completely, she looked back to see what it was. A group of drunken men, all fairly bigger than her, were staggering their way over to her.

Not wanting to fully know if they were really heading her way or just heading in the same direction, Rachel turned and walked on, picking up her pace as she heard the group of men coming closer, faster. Picking up her pace more so that she was jogging down the block instead of speed walking, she tried to put as much distance between her and the drunk men as possible. But even in their drunken state, the group still managed to catch up to her and grab her. "Please let me go," she whispered as they pushed her back up against the wall. "What are we gonna do with a pretty think like her," one of the guys slurred from behind the big one holding her against the wall. "Please," she begged closing her eyes as the one penning her removed one of his hands only to place it somewhere else on her body.

"Oi that's no way to treat a lady," Rachel heard a voice say a ways away from her and her attackers. "Aye so why don't you let her go and everyone can go back to celebrating today," another guy said from beside the first one to speak. She only glanced at the two guys, as the ones attempting to basically rape her there on the streets went right back to what they had been doing, as if they hadn't been interrupted by the two newcomers. "P-please," she whispered, not even trying anymore as she knew it was useless, these guys were going to have their way with her. "Look we asked nicely here," the second boy said as the two got closer to the group. "Tis none of your business lads," one of the attackers said glancing at the two boys, "so leave now."

Rachel closes her eyes, not wanting to see what's about to happen next to her when she feels a tugging and the hand that had her wrist clasped above her head disappeared. Keeping her eyes closed, she covered her face when she heard punching and several groans. After a few minutes, everything quieted down and Rachel peeked through her fingers to see the group of men who had attacked her were on the ground unconscious. "Really hated having to do that," one of the two guys that had rescued her said. "It's ok now Miss," the other said smiling as he held out his hand to her as she had slid down to a sitting position, "I'm Murphy, and this is my brother Connor. We're not going to hurt ya."