I'm sorry the last chapter was so short, I just love breaking off in weird places! This is a tiny bit longer...

I still own no-one.

Oh, and I've noticed a mistake in my A/N a couple of chapters ago. I put 'I've just read , it is so good.' What I meant to put was 'I've just read The Chick Clique Hit's Chicago!, it is so good.' Sorry!

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed (I thank you all about every chapter!), and I would like to say that Roxie will be meeting Velma and Billy very soon...stay tuned...

Roxie sat down. She couldn't really believe what she'd just done. She had killed two people in two days...and she wasn't even sorry!

"They deserved it," she said, aloud, to herself, as was her habit nowadays.

"Hey, I can just leave now! No-one saw me come in, no-one has to know anything,"she thought, this time.

So she did, thinking that the taxi driver wouldn't remember her, as she had been sharing with another girl far more glamourous than her. Going through a side door, she stepped out onto the street, and walked back to her apartment. The group of women had gone, thankfully, and so Roxie was able to just go upstairs and think of a story.

Her neighbours would almost certainly remember that she had been going to work, so she had to think where she could have gone instead. Suddenly, a thought hit her.

"Amos!" she said, sitting up straight. He had always been desperate to have her back now she had made a name for herself, and she could pretend that, having second thoughts about going into work so late, she had gone to make it up with him. If only he would play ball. Well, she would never find out if she didn't try. Roxie got up, went over to the 'phone and dialled his number.

"Hello, is that Amos Hart?"

"Yes, who....Roxie?"

"Yes, it's me. Amos, I've decided something."

"What?" he said warily.

"I want to come back to you."

"Roxie!"

About an hour later, Roxie was walking back to her old apartment...back to her old life. NO! Not to her old life. She was only staying with Amos for a while, just until things were sorted out about her manager.

She climbed the familiar stairs, and knocked on the door of her old apartment. Amos opened it, and tried to embrace her. She wriggled away.

"Let me get one thing straight. I'm here because otherwise I might be accused of murdering my manager. I've been here since twelve, okay?"

"Alright. So...this doesn't mean you still love me?"

"Jeez, Amos, I'm sorry, but no."

Amos turned away, crushed. Then he thought. It had been him who had sent Roxie away in the first place. I deserve everything I get, he thought.

"Roxie?" he said hesitantly.

"What?" she replied.

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

"No!" she snapped.

"Okay, okay. Just asking."

Roxie smiled as she walked into the spare bedroom. A new idea for a song came into her head, and she imagined the bandleader introducing it. He swam into her head, just one of the many men Roxie had slept with.

"And now, Miss Roxie Bell will sing a song of love and devotion, dedicated to her husband Amos."