A/N: Do me a favor, please pretend this chapter doesn't exist. Thank you.
Kat Kaplan- Fanitne
Inspector Elizabeth- Denning Javert
Mr. Beauchamp/ Jack LeJean- M'sieur Madeline/ Jean Valjean
Kat wandered the streets of Lafayette and wept. How was she going to pay for Lenore's medicine without a job? She unlocked the door of her small, one room apartment, and threw herself on her bed. She lay on her bed and stared at the rotting ceiling. She got up and took off her hat. She picked up her brush and started brushing her long blonde hair. She had stopped cutting it when she was fifteen and it now went down to her waist. She pulled on her jacket and ran out the door. Her friend Ana had told her of a place that bought hair. No one was sure what they did with the hair afterwards, but she didn't care as long as she got money for it. All she needed was ten dollars. She couldn't believe that medicine was that expensive, or maybe it was just that Lenore was that sick.
She found the address Ana gave her and stepped inside.
"Excuse me sir," said Kat, announcing her presence. The man sweeping hair off the floor looked up. "How much would I ger for this?"asked Kat, once again taking off her hat and revealing her hair.
The man was obviously impressed. "Ten dollars," he told her. She grinned, and advanced towards the man.
A half hour later she emerged. She still had her hat, so no one could tell that she sold her hair. That night she sent the money off to the inn-keepers. A month later, she got another letter, this time telling her that Lenore needed new clothes, and they would cost 20 dollars. Her hair was starting to grow back, but she couldn't get 20 dollars from it. There was only one option left, the one she had been avoiding since her run-in with the foreman. Prostitution.
No. She couldn't do it. Men got her here, and men weren't going to get her anywhere else. She went to her end table and picked up her necklace Chris gave her. It his name engraved in silver. She would sell it. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" she called. Her landlord entered the room.
"Your rent?" he held out his hand.
"I...I don't have it," she answered. The landlord raised an eyebrow. "No now!" she cried. "I don't have it now. But....but......uh.....I'll be getting paid soon. I'll have it then."
He cocked his head. "That's what you said last month. I'm sorry Kat, but-"
"I'll sleep with you!" she offered. The landlord looked at her.
"And what do you want in return?" he asked, advancing towards her.
"You pay my rent for me," she told him. He laughed and snaked his arm around her waist.
"That can be arranged."
(A/N: Ok.......skipping that. Lalalalala........)
She started sleeping with men around the apartment building. She could use the money from that to pay for Lenore, without having to worry about the rent. Some of the men she slept with began finding better ways to use their money, and Kat fell behind on her payments again.
She began venturing outside of the apartment building. She'd hand around in bars in reveling dressed and violent red lipstick, hoping to catch the eye of some man. On many occasions it worked. She was back in business.
One night, a man approached her, and he began the usual pick-up lines. She blew him off at first, as she did with every customer. He laughed and struck her across the face with a beer bottle. She clawed his face, drawing blood.
"You little bitch!" he hit her again. The bartender began to call the police.
"That's not necessary!" said a voice at the door. "My name is Inspector Denning, and I'm an officer of the Baton Rouge Police force."
"What're you doing in Lafayette?" asked Kat's attacker.
"I'm visiting some relatives," she told him. Kat coughed. "Silence!" she ordered, but Kat's coughing fit did not stop. "What happened here?" she asked, crushing broken shards of glass with her foot. "Hmm?"
"Inspector," said Kat's attacker. "I wasn't doing anything wrong ma'am. I was just sitting here, and enjoying an end-of-the-day drink."
"Yes?" said Denning.
Well, this girl," he pointed to Kat. "Came up to me, and she started flirting with her. I didn't want anything to do with her, so I kindly asked her to go away. Then, she got very angry, and she started attacking me. She clawed my face, as you can see," he pointed to his scarred face. "I had to hit her, or try to fend her off. The only weapon I had was my bottle. If I did any wrong, please, by all means, arrest me."
"No," Denning told him. "You're perfectly safe. I'm sorry for this inconvenience sir. I'll take this prostitute downtown and-"
"Wait Inspector!" cried Mr. Beauchamp, running in. Kat coughed loudly, and drops of blood oozed from a cut on her lip. "Let me take her to a hospital. She's sick! You can surely tell!"
"She broke the law! Let her die!" Denning kicked Kat with her high-heeled shoe. Kat squealed in pain and coughed again.
"You can have her once she's better!" Beauchamp said.
"How are you going to get her to a hospital?" challenged Denning. "She can't walk by herself, and the hosptial is miles away! She'd probably die before an ambulance could get here." Beauchamp frowned, Denning was right. He picked Kat up.
"I'll carry her," Beauchamp grinned as he ran out the door carrying the sick girl. Denning got into her car and followed him all the way. He made it without stopping to catch his breath. Denning frowned and leaned her head against the driver's seat of her car. Who did that remind her of?
A/N: None of you are ever to speak of this chapter again. I have some open Mizzie spots, ones that I don't know who to put in. They are: The Thenardiers (Madame and Monsieur), all of Patron- Minette, Fueilly, Courfeyrac, Bahrel, and Bossuet/L'aigle/Lesgle. If any of you are interested in any of those parts, e-mail me, or tell me in a review. Remember, you never read that chapter....