Okai, i know, i fail...this teaches me not to set an actual deadline for a story...i had horrible writers block and couldn't think so i worked on another story and fixed up another...i'm sorry!! I hope this makes up for it...somewhat...i think i've gotten past my writers block, so hopefully this'll help :-)

CHAPTER TWENTYFIVE

"Sass, we're late!" Spot yelled; I could hear him tapping his cane against the floor. I sighed, smoothening out myself one last time before ascending down the stairs. He let out an annoyed sigh but his face blanked when he saw me.

"Spot," I mumbled meekly, "How do I look?"

"How do you look?" he repeated incredulously, "Fantastic, just, I and you and the, have I ever told you how much I love you in a dress?"

"No," I laughed.

"Well I do," he smirked, kissing me lightly, "Let's go."

"Let's," I smiled and we left for Manhattan.

"Conlon," Racetrack nodded in acknowledgment, "Cowboy wants to see you."

"Of course," Spot grunted and I placed my hand over his.

"Be nice," I laughed, giving it a squeeze.

"No promises," he murmured, kissing me before he left to find Jack.

"So," Fifi grinned, flopping next to me.

"So," I laughed back, "Why is your boyfriend beckoning to mine?"

"Because, he's so amazingly hot," she joked but stopped, "Wait, that doesn't work, I have no idea why he wants to talk to Spot."

"Of course," I sighed and she shook her head.

"Leader are all the same," she reminded me and I nodded as Emmy sat next to me, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"What?" Emmy asked, looking at us and smiled weakly, "Yeah, sorry. David just had a fight with his parents."

"What does that have to do with you?"

"He's not here," she mumbled and I side-hugged her.

"I'm sorry, Em."

"Don't worry," she sighed, "So, how're things in Brooklyn?"

"Yeah, you haven't been here for a week, what gives?" Fifi asked playfully.

"Well, Harmony and Race came the day before yesterday," I offered lamely but they both rolled their eyes, "Aiight, I'm sorry. It's been a little hectic and I only found out two days ago why."

"What's happening?"

"Apparently the Bronx wants more territory," I sighed, waving my hands about.

"Oh yeah, I remember Jack mentioning something about that," Fifi muttered, "The Bronx are trying to fight Queens. They got into it with a couple of Brooklyn and Manhattan Newsies too though."

"See," Emmy laughed, "That's what you get for being a leader's girl."

"Oh and it's any better being the mouth's girl?" Fifi laughed, Em glared at her but Fi smiled innocently.

"Hey, where's Har?" I asked, changing the subject.

"She and Race went for a walk right before you came in."

"They, went for a walk," I repeated slowly.

"Yeah," Fifi nodded.

"Sass, I'm sure they'll be fine," Emmy smiled and I nodded.

"Yeah, of course they will be," I tried to convince myself but I couldn't help but worry.

"Aiight, what're you girl filling her head with?" an accusing voice asked.

"Shut it, Conlon," Fifi rolled her eyes as Jack sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"She's worried about Race and Harmony," Emmy explained, "They went out just before you guys came."

"I'm sure they're fine," Spot told me and I couldn't help but smile.

"You're sweet but I just-."

"You're worried," he finished and I nodded. He smirked and I saw a light bulb go off in his head. "I can take your mind off it."

"Oh but I wouldn't want you to strain yourself," I laughed. His smirk widened and he leaned in, planting a delicate kiss on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Sass!" someone yelled suddenly and I jumped, accidentally biting his tongue, "Sass, come quick!" I spun around to see Harmony's worried face.

"What is it?" I asked, standing abruptly and followed her to the lobby of the theater. There, lying on the floor was Damian. Covered in blood.

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