Whoa! Lotsa reviews! Okay I was planning it for a one shot fic but I'm gonna do something more… Its gonna be like one chapter flash back one chapter present day.. and sometimes flash back, flash back, present, present.. So umm yeah just had to say that now here's a flash back chapter.

CiCi: I was trying to add a dramatic twist to it... I guess I did ^.^;;;. Thanks a bunch for the review!!! (first reviewer!!)

Southern Spell: Awesome name! Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, Gods I think I'm making a lot of people cry!

The Omniscient Bookseller: Yeah I think I should proofread.. Its not really one of the best things I do though ^.^;;;… But thanks for the tip I'll use it! I'm glad you liked it too!

Anna W: Look!! It's your chapter!! Lol yes! I got the description down!! Well here are your flash backs... Even if it did take me like err 15/ 16 days? Wow that's shorter then I thought… Okay well yeah enough of my rambles!

Cards: Thanks! I'm glad you liked ^.^… yeah the story about Spot kinda sucked (fight shoot out etc) -.-;; but I ended up posting it anyways… See ya!!

Ophilia LeNoir: ooo Awesome name!!! Err anyways.. Thanks for the review and all the nifty compliments ~.~ I'm getting an ego boost from you people!! Here's the next chap!! Hope you enjoy!!

Morning Dew: I know Jamie's so cute!! Little kids are adorable, actually I got this story by a lil picture of an innocent looking Spot. Guess this is what happens… Hope ya like it!!

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Katie Pitern stood outside of her dads shop located in the heart of Brooklyn, New York. Shading her eyes from the harsh sun she continued to sweep, dust flying everywhere making a small cloud around her feet, the ends of her deep midnight blue dress starting to get dirty the apron that she wore over it was already stained with muck. She was humming lightly to herself.

"G'mornin' Miss. Pitern." An old man with balding gray hair said, walking by Katie and tipping his deep brown hat in her direction. She smiled.

"Good morning to you too Mr. Campbell!" She shouted he smiled walking away a loaf of bread under one arm and a walking stick in the other.

"Katie!" Her fathers voice rang out, setting the broom against the wall she started to walk in, holding the door open with one hand she grabbed the broom deciding against leaving it outside. Walking into the bakery it smelled of cakes, coffee and bread, fresh from the oven.

"Yes?" She asked brushing some of the dirt from her dress.

"I need you to run an errand for me." He said flipping through some papers on the counter, "Once you get back you can finish sweeping… Is that okay?"

"Yes. What do you need?"

"I need for you to run this delivery to Mr. Parker. I told him we didn't deliver but seeing that he's fairly old and a friend we could do him that favor."

"Okay." Her father handed her two loafs of bread carefully wrapped and in a woven basket so it would be easier to carry around. Writing down directions and the address her father handed her the slip of paper along with what the total came to and then she was off. Once or twice she had to stop to take a second to realize where she was and then continue on walking. Finally after what felt like an eternity she had made it to the apartment buildings. It took her less then three minutes to find room 401, knocking on the old chipped up wooden door she waited. Shuffling noises were heard from inside and then an old man appeared.

"Hello are you Mr. Parker?" Katie asked smiling.

"Yes that's me." He said almost chirpily.

"I think these are yours." She took the two loafs of bread and handed them to him, waiting at the front door for him to pay her she hummed softly.

"That's a nice voice you got… Here's your money." Mr. Parker said handing her the change and then shutting the door before she could mutter a 'thank you' her face blushed from the compliment. The walk back to her father's bakery was faster then the walk to the apartments. Walking into the store she handed her father the money and then grabbed the broom, continuing to sweep once again. The sun had started to go down along with the heat. Katie sighed taking in a deep breath as if she was trying to remember the moment, the next thing she knew she was sprawled on the floor someone on top of her. Shrill whistles reached the air as she opened her dark green eyes trying to get up.

"I'se sowwy." A male voice mumbled grabbing her arm and yanking her up to her feet, her dark eyes clashed with icy blue ones, that looked oddly familiar.

"Next time you might want to-" The shrill whistles sounded again as voices were heard.

"Do you'se mind if I'se hide in dah bakery?" He asked hastily.

"Sure… Come this way…"

"Brooklyn." He said flashing her a half smirk, "Bu' mos' people call meah Spot, Spot Conlon." Without another word she lead him inside the bakery.