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A/N Sorry for the delay. Again, work sucks! This chapter is shorter than I would like, but I really wanted to get something up for y'all! Enjoy, I hope... :)

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Two weeks later, Brigid strolled down a crowded Brooklyn street. The early October sun shone brightly and did its best to chase away the slight chill that was beginning to seep into the shortening days. As she rounded a corner, Brigid's face broke into a grin as she recognized a face in the crowd.

"Liverpool!" she called out merrily, causing a blond boy to pause and turn, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd.

" 'Ey, Roisin," the boy greeted Brigid as she made her way to his side. He smiled down at her affectionately.

"Youse sell all yer papes already?" he asked with just a hint of envy. Brigid laughed.

"Aye! No' so bad fo' me first day alone, huh?" she asked, her green eyes dancing with mischief. Liverpool snorted.

"Foist day alone in Brooklyn, maybe, but anyone wit' eyes can see dat youse been doin' dis fo' awhile," he retorted. Brigid rolled her eyes.

"Ah, give us some o' ye papes, den. I'll help ye sell 'em an' we can meet Doyle at da Harp an' Shamrock," she said, holding out her arms.

"Anyone evah tell youse dat yer an angel?" Liverpool teased as he handed her half of his remaining papes.

"No' since I left da lads in Ringsend havin' t' sell dere own papes," she said with a wink. Liverpool gave Brigid a shove, causing her to stumble and scramble to keep her balance.

"Maybe dat'll knock youse down a peg, goil! I'se t'ink yer ego is gettin' t' be almost as big as Spot's!" he said with a snicker as Brigid regained her balance. Brigid tossed her hair and shot the older boy a haughty look.

"Well, if it is, ye only have yerselves t' blame, since all I've been hearin' from you lads fo' da last two weeks is how wonderful I am," she said with a sniff and a coy pout. Liverpool gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Youse bettah quit talkin' like dat or Spot'll t'ink youse're aftah his throne!" he laughed.

"Are youse?" a cool voice asked from behind, causing the two teens to spin around in surprise. Spot raised an eyebrow at their guilty faces, his clear blue eyes unreadable.

"Spot! Heya, how's it rollin'?" Liverpool greeted the Brooklyn leader nervously.

"Good afternoon, yer Highness," Brigid added with an impish grin. Spot circled the pair, tapping his cane on the sidewalk. Stopping in front of them once more, he cocked his head slightly. Brigid and Liverpool shifted uneasily under his assessing gaze. Finally, he shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes began to sparkle.

"I'se dunno, Liverpool, I'se t'inkin' she's go' a ways t' go befoah her ego is anywhere neah as big as mine, don' youse?" he asked with a cocky smirk as he turned away.

"See youse at da docks latah," he said over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd. Liverpool let out a sigh of relief.

"Dat was close! I dunno what's got Spot in such a good mood lately, but whatevah it is, I hope it lasts!" he exclaimed. Brigid nodded absently as she stared after Spot, her gaze thoughtful. Ever since the night Spot had let her stay in Brooklyn, Brigid knew he had been watching her closely. At first, she figured it was because she was new, and any leader with half a brain would do the same. But here lately, Brigid had started getting an uneasy feeling that it was more than that.

"Youse comin' or what?" Liverpool asked, startling Brigid from her thoughts.

"Ye go ahead. I'll meet up wit' ye at da Harp an' Shamrock." Liverpool shrugged.

"See youse!" he called as he too disappeared into the crowd, leaving Brigid alone.