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Spot sat in the back corner of a dark cell in the Queens jail. The other occupants of the cell were hudddled together trying to tempt the dog holding the keys to come closer. They had been waving the stupid bone around for hours and the dog hadn't moved an inch. The only affect the boys had had was giving Spot a headache.

"You can yell at it all day wit dat bone, but da dog is nevah gonna move." Spot said cynically from the corner, pulling his hat down over his eyes. (a/n: I know very POTC but I couldn't help myself) The boys stood up at Spot's voice and walked toward him menacingly, obviously annoyed with his interjection. The biggest of the boys was the one who responded to Spot.

"Well I'm sorry if ya got a headache, your highness, but not all of us here are guilty of moider. So we ain't as calm 'bout our sentences." Obviously, these boys didn't know who they were talking to. But the accusation they made added to the fury already burning inside Spot, and he culdn't control his next actions. Not to say that he even wanted to.

He jumped up from his seat and pinned the largest boy against the wall by his neck. Lifting his hat up to reveal his trademark eyes, now burning with anger, Spot addressed the boy.

"Ya better watch what ya say kid, I ain't no regula guy. Me name's Spot Conlon, maybe ya've hoid of me. SO, I t'ink it would be a smart thing for you ta..." but Spot didn't get to finish because a marble came flying in to the cell through the bars in the window and hit Spot on the side of his head. He dropped the boy, cursing loudly, and picked up the rogue marble. He immediately recognized the green color. Only one person in New York used that shooter.

"Jo!" he called, jumping up to look out the window for his girl.

"Conlon ya sure got yourself in trouble dis time," a familiar voice reprimanded from the shadows.

"Save your lectures Kelly and get me outta here!"

"Hold your horses Conlon, we don't have any way ta get ya outta here yet."

"Then what are ya doin here? And why are ya usin' Jo's shooter? Is she alright?"

"That's why I'm here. Jo was on my ass ta let ya know she was alright. She's back at da Lodging House. Me usin' her shooter is proof." Jack didn't sound happy at all with his little sister's concern for the Brooklyn leader, but Spot would deal with that later. He was about to respond when the door to the cell creaked open.

"Spot!" Jo called from the open door. Spot whirled around and Jack jumped to the window at the sound of her voice.

"What the hell are you doin here?!" Jack demanded as Spot caught her in a bone-crushing hug.

"You were takin' too long and ya weren't comin' up with any ideas so I came up with one of my own. But I'll tell ya about that as soon as we get outta here." With that she grabbed Spot's hand and led him out of the cell, up to the roof of the two story prison, and down the fire-escape to Jack's side, leaving the three other boys in the cell with their jaws hanging open in shock at everything they had just seen.

"So what was this idea of yours?" Jack demanded of her as they walked into the Queen's Lodging House half an hour later. Before she answered, she settled herself in Spot's lap on the couch in the lobby.

"I remembered that the woman John moidered had a daughter my age. I went and talked ta her and it turns out she saw the whole moider take place, but John was threatenin' her ta keep her mouth shut. I told her my story and that she could always hide in Brooklyn or Manhattan if she needed ta. When she hoid that, she went straight a da bulls and told 'em everything. John was arrested but they wouldn't let Spot out and that's where I came in through the fire escape." Jack stared at his sister open mouthed as she spoke. Spot just smiled at her.

"That's my goil," he said. Jo looked at Jack for approval of this statement.

"You're amazing Jo. Ya put up wit so much wit John and me and ya even changed the almighty leader of Brooklyn. So whether I like it or not, I guess you are his goil now." Jo beamed as she kissed Spot. When they parted Jack pulled Spot up by the collar, sending Joanna to the floor.

"I said dis before and I'll say it again. If anything happens ta her I'se holdin' you poisonally responsible. Got it?" Spot nodded and led Joanna up to the roof to celebrate.

THE END

**So...? What did you think? Not bad for my first fic? Leave me your thoughts!! Oh, and check out BROOKLYN'S MYSTERY by Brooklyn Myst (aka ME!!). It's really good. Thanx for sticking with me through this and I hope the next one will be better.**