LE GASP! I HAVE BEEN WRITING! XD I'm like, addicted to writing. It's like eating a bag of M&Ms, once you start you gotta finish. Methegirl, I am proud! ^^ Mighty Lion, he shows up, cause you asked lol. Cybale, *bows* I try to make her tough, but with issues. And yay! Better with each update! ANYHOO! On with the story!

DISCLAIMER: pretty soon, I'm not even gonna say it. But… I don't own

Spot banged on the door of Warehouse thirteen, practically ready to tear the door down. When Rat opened the door he almost choked him, but Rat put his hands up, and grinned his evil grin, "Now, now Mister Spot, she's here, but you can't see her. You've gotta see Mister Bones first." Bones, where had Spot heard that name before? With a glare on his face he followed Rat, who led him to a 'room.' Which was really just a piece of the warehouse blocked off with crates. Looking around, he noticed two doors, one for storage, another that led to stairs. He had a good feeling he knew where she was. He could tell.

"Well, Spot, you've grown since I saw you, what, a few days ago?" he heard, the person chuckling, Spot looked over, and on a bunch of crates, almost set up like a throne, was Bones. Ares' old second in command. "Bet you weren't expecting me, hm? Well, that's just one element. I believe we have some, negotiating to do?" Spot grunted.

"I'll negotiate, after I see that she's alright." Bones shook his head, a sly grin on his face.

"But of course, Spot. But of course. Rat, how 'bout we show Spot his little toy?" Rat nodded, opened one of the doors and in a few seconds, had Doll by the arm, and was literally yanking her over, "See Spot? Perfectly fine! Except, of course, she might have caught a slight chill, from the last came we played." Spot looked her over, she looked fine, but was coughing. Coughing meant sick. A low growl emitted from his throat.

"Spot?" he looked at Doll when she said that, and even though she was trying her hardest to hide the fear she felt, he could see it, and hear it in her voice. He stepped towards her but Bones put a hand out in front of Spot, pushing him back.

"Now, now, the deal was you got to see if she was alright. I never agreed to letting you actually go up to her. Rat, I think it's safe to put her back, now that Spot has seen she clearly is alright."

"No. Keep her here. I'se won't give Red back if you'se don't keep her here," Spot said firmly, looking Bones in the eyes. Bones snorted.

"You think I actually care about Red? What a laugh. Why would I care about someone of no value to me?" Spot kept his brows furrowed; a stubborn look on his face. Hearing that, it actually made him kind of pity Red, but he kept that at the back of his mind. Bones continued, "Besides, I do believe you and I must negotiate the return of the little toy over there," he jerked a thumb towards Doll, "and Red."

"Right," Spot nodded, "I'll make you'se a deal. You'se give Doll back to Brooklyn."

"And?" Bones asked, inquiring to know more, Spot kept his face straight, not looking at Doll,

"I'll talk to the leaders about getting Harlem to be its own." Doll's jaw dropped. Was he mad!? Finally finding the courage to speak up, she said,

"Spot don't do dis. It ain't worth it. Spot don't you dare make a deal wit' Bones!" She had moved to go towards but Rat pulled her back, "Spot you don't know what they do here. Spot look at me!" he wouldn't look at her, "Spot, look at me! Listen to me! Please!" Rat had to hold her back, and Spot kept his gaze forward, no matter how much he wanted to look over. Bones chuckled, a grin forming on his face, and Spot could almost see what Doll was scared of.

"Women, Spot, you cannot trust them. We have a deal; I'll be watching to make sure you keep your end, on getting Harlem voiced. You'll have your little birdy back on the thirty-first. Be at Irving Hall, Medda will be having a costume party, and you'll get her back then."

"How will I know which one is you'se?" Spot inquired.

"You'll figure it out, I'm sure you'd be able to recognize your little Dolly anywhere," he chuckled, and motioned for Rat to take Doll back. She looked over her shoulder at Spot, who had his head hung, but looked up at her, his icy eyes meeting her dark eyes. He shook his head, and she kept her eyes glued on him. What had he done? Bones was practically the devil himself! Rat shoved her back in the room and closed the door, locking it. "Oh, and Rat, escort Spot here out of Harlem, we wouldn't want any trouble, now would we?" Rat nodded, and jerked his head towards the exit, and Spot followed.

"So Mister Spot, You really think you're gonna win against the fine gentleman known as Mister Bones?" he inquired, half sneering and half amusing himself. Spot grunted,

"I'se don't care if I win or lose, unlike Harlem."

"Well that's a shame Mister Spot, Harlem could use a fine fighter such as yourself."

"I fight for Brooklyn. And Brooklyn only."

"Well then if all don't turn out well, maybe you'll fight against Mister Bones, and we'll see who's the better fighter." Rat chuckled a little, and they reached the Brooklyn bridge, "Farewell mister Spot. See you on Hallows eve." Spot turned around to watch Rat leave, then started over the bridge himself, followed by Jack, surpisingly.

"Hey. I'se thought you was down in Brooklyn."

"Nah, negotiatin' today."

"Ah. I see, so what's goin' down wit' Harlem?"

"I'se get Doll back on Halloween. What I don't get is why you aint da one 'arlem's messin' wit', since they're in your borough." Jack was silent. Then, he finally said,

"Cause you're Brooklyn. If ye get Brooklyn ye get everywhere else. Spot I know you've heard dis a lot but you're a king, threaten the king you threaten him personally, you threaten New York. You'se threatened, and now not only do ye gotta save your borough, but ours." Spot thought about this. He had never thought himself king. He knew he was now, but refused to believe it. Kings weren't cold hearted like he was. Finally, he said,

"I am no king, I'se just want this done wit'."