Disclaimer: I had the idea for this story before I saw the episode, "By-line, Daisy Duke" and in this story, Daisy does not write an article.
The doctor came out of Bo's room and said, "He's going to be fine. He should stay off his feet for a day, and for the next couple days he should only do light household chores. No driving for a week, and I'll be back then to check up on him."

"No driving?" Luke asked.

"It's just a week," the doctor said.

"When you say light chores, do you mean he can help transport the chicken feed?" Daisy asked.

"I mean nothing strenuous," the doctor told them. "Just make sure he stays off his feet for a couple days."

"Thank you doctor," Uncle Jesse said, shaking his hand. "I'll show you out."

Once Uncle Jesse was out of the room, Daisy sighed and said, "It's not fair. Bo hits someone and now he doesn't have to do chores."

"But he also can't drive for a week," Luke reminded her.

"He won't be driving for a month," Uncle Jesse told them. "From now on, Bo is forbidden to drive for a month."

"Wow, Uncle Jess, don't you think that's a little harsh?" Luke asked.

"No, just be thankful Jamie isn't making you two pay to the damages to her car," Uncle Jesse said.

Alice bit her lip and debated on whether or not to tell them. She held her tongue.

"Luke, why don't you take the General in to Cooter?" Uncle Jesse suggested.

"Why, I can work here," Luke protested.

"But you can get help or give help there," Uncle Jesse said.

"Fine," Luke grumbled.

"Hey Coot," Luke greeted Cooter outside his garage. "How things going with the city slicker?"

"She could make a pretty good mechanic, and she knows it," Cooter told him. "I'm allowed to give her parts, and tools as long as I don't touch the car. She got the car running again, and most of the dings out."

"Great, mind if I borrow a couple tools?" Luke asked.

"Sure thing," Cooter told him.

Luke entered the garage, and spotted Jamie working on the engine. He looked over her shoulder and asked, "How's it going?"

"Just barely," Jamie answered him. After a moment of silence she asked, "How's Haystack?"

"He'll live," Luke told her.

Jamie made a noise in the back of her throat and went back to working. Luke's eye narrowed and then he walked over to Cooter's tool chest and started searching through it. "Oh shit," he heard Jamie mutter. He looked over to see her frantically shutting the hood and draping the car in a white sheet.

"Cooter, I need to speak to you," Boss Hogg said, a moment later. He had entered the garage with a cigar in his hand, with Rosco on his heels. Jamie watched the two carefully as she leaned against a Mr. Holt's green Buick. Boss started to survey the room, but stopped when he saw Jamie. "First, who is this?"

"Her?" Cooter asked, looking at Jamie. "She is-"

"I'm Mary Ann, Cooter's cousin," Jamie told him. Cooter exchanged a glance with Luke, who just shrugged, and Cooter remained silent.

"What's under the sheet?" Boss asked, taking a step closer to the covered car.

"That's my car. I've been working on it," Jamie told him.

"What kind of car is it, and what happened?"

"It's a 76 Ford Crapi," Jamie told him, as she took a step between him and the car. She shot a glance at Luke and said, "I wasn't paying close enough attention to the road and ended up running off the road into some bushes and trees."

"See, that's why women should stay in the kitchen where they belong." Jamie clenched her fist into a ball, but stayed silent. Boss continued on, unaware of Jamie's action. "Cooter, I need to talk to you alone."

Jamie watched as Boss went over and talked to Cooter in a hushed voice. Then her eyes narrowed on Rosco, who was snooping around the car. Luke walked up next to her with a smile and asked, in a quiet voice, "So Mary Ann, what's the deal with the car? Did you steal it?"

"I'm not going to answer that, Luke Duke," Jamie told him with a sharp look.

"Mind if I take a look at the car?" Rosco asked, pulling at the sheet.

"Yes I do mind," Jamie told him. "The car isn't in the best condition."

"I'm sure it's fine," Rosco said as he pulled away the sheet and Jamie frantically tried to grasp it. He gasped at the car, while Jamie groaned and slowly inched towards the car doors. "Boss, you better take a look at this."

"What is Rosco?" Boss asked annoyed as he turned around. He gaped at the car and was silent, but only for a moment. "Yeehaw! It's the stolen Jaguar, and looks whose standing right next to it, Luke Duke. Rosco, arrest him."

"Sure thing Boss," Rosco said, gleefully.

As he was closing in on Luke, who started backing up in a corner, Luke said, "Now hold on one second, Jamie would be the one who stole it. She was driving it when it came to Hazzard."

"Cuff him Rosco," Boss said.

"No," Luke said, and tried to run away but found himself trapped. As Rosco handcuffed him, Luke attempted again, "Jamie is the one who stole it."

"And just who is Jamie?" Boss asked, taking a huff of his cigar.

"The one who just started the car," Luke said, when he heard the Jaguar start.

Boss and Rosco turned around to see Jamie fly out of the garage in the Jaguar. Boss's mouth dropped open and he said, "She's getting away with Jaguar, after her."

"Boss, what do I do with Luke?" Rosco asked.

"Stick him in the back of Enos's car," Boss said. "Now get going. Don't let her escape."

"Let's go Luke," Rosco said, grabbing Luke's arm. He dragged him out to Enos, who was waiting by his car.

"Howdy Luke," Enos greeted.

"Enos, take Luke and put him in the back of your car and then follow me," Rosco said, pushing Luke toward Enos.

"Sure thing," Enos said.

Jamie drove down the street, with Rosco hot on her trail. She turned sharply and headed off road onto Jefferson's farm. She knocked down the gate to the sheep farm and caused a flood of sheep, which made Rosco stop cold. Rosco called Enos on the CB and said, "Enos, she going south on 64, tail her while I cut her off. Don't damage the car, Boss doesn't want you lessening the reward by damaging it."

"Sure thing Rosco," Enos said.

"Enos, you really think she's going to let you catch her?" Luke asked.

"Well, I don't know," Enos said. "But I sure can try."

As Jamie came back on a main road, she failed to notice Enos silently trailing her. She slowed down the car and let out a sigh. She looked down the road and spotted Rosco coming towards her. She groaned and picked up her speed. She head straight towards Rosco, still picking up speed. Rosco head towards her also, till he realized she wasn't going to stop.

Rosco swerved to the left, right as Jamie slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel as far right as it would allow. The back end of her car swung around and now she was facing Enos's car. As she revved up the engine, Luke dropped his mouth. "Did you see that? How in the world did she manage that?" Luke asked Enos.

"I saw it all right," Enos said, right as Jamie released the clutch and bolted off. "Hold on," Enos told Luke, as he made a sharp turn and followed her.

"Hold on with what? My hands are behind my back," Luke reminded him. Luke was flung backwards as Enos put all his weight on the gas pedal. Once he recovered, Luke yelled, "Enos slow down! You're going to kill us both!"

"Funny, a Duke telling me to slow down," Enos said with a smile, but he slowed down as he saw the Jaguar dead on the side of the road. Enos stepped out of the car with his gun drawn. "Get out of the car with your hands up!" Enos yelled.

"Listen mister," Jamie started, "I don't like guns, so just put it away and I'll come out without trouble."

"Get out of the car," Enos yelled.

"Fine." Jamie slowly got out of the car with her hands in the air. She sighed and stared up at the sky.

"Keep your hands up. Don't," Enos stopped abruptly. He lowered his gun and then asked, "Jezebel?"

Jamie looked at Enos and asked, uncertain, "Enos, is that you?"

"Jezebel, what are you doing in Hazzard?" Enos asked.

"What are you doing Hazzard in, I thought you were going to the city?" Jamie or Jezebel asked.

"I was, but I had a change of plans Jezebel," Enos told her.

"Shame, I would have enjoyed showing you around New York," Jezebel said.

"I see you haven't changed," Enos said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"This? I didn't do this," Jezebel told him.

"Who did you steal it from?" Enos asked.

"It's whom," Jezebel corrected him. "And I didn't steal it."

"Jezebel, you know the law, or at least you should know the law with all the times you were in trouble with it," Enos reminded her. "I have to take you in."

"Enos, he knows I took it," Jezebel told him. "I told him I was taking it."

"He just didn't give you permission," Enos finished for her.

"He was getting angry, really angry," Jezebel defended. "So I ran, took the car and ran. I love that car more then him, and the only thing he loved more then that car was himself. I never would have damaged the car."

"Come on, I have to take you in now," Enos told her.

"Are you going to use handcuffs?" Jezebel asked.

"Not if you don't give me a reason to," Enos told her. He led her over to the car and said, "Let me get the door for you, Jezebel."

"Still the gentleman, I see," Jezebel noted.

"Something never change," Enos told her.

As Jezebel got in, Luke gave her a funny look. She looked back at him and asked, "What?"

"Is it Jamie, Mary Ann or Jezebel?" Luke asked.

"Jezebel," Jezebel told him. "Jezebel Rinehart."

"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Luke asked himself.

Enos opened his mouth to answer Luke, when Jezebel said, "Hush Enos."

Enos smiled and nodded. "How do you know Enos?" Luke asked.

"Childhood pen pals," Jezebel told him.

"Were you that girl who would sometime show up at Hazzard High School and follow Enos around?" Luke asked.

"Yes."

"Why?" Luke asked.

"She was hiding from the cops of Chickasaw," Enos told him.

"Really?" Luke asked.

"Enos, keep your mouth shut," Jezebel said with a smile.

"Chickasaw, that's where I know the name from," Luke said suddenly. "Jezebel, you stole cars, ran moon shine, and too many speeding tickets to count."

"She was giving you and Bo a run for your money," Enos said. "She did much more then she ever got credit for."

"Because I never got caught," Jezebel finished. "However, that is all behind me now."

"Sure, that's why you are in the backseat of a police car," Luke muttered to himself.

"Most feel like home to you," Jezebel retorted.

It was a familiar sight of seeing Luke Duke behind bars, and even though it was unfamiliar to everyone in Hazzard, being behind bar was very familiar to Jezebel also.

Luke paced in his cell, as Jezebel sat on the bench and stared at the ceiling. Rosco was leaning back in a chair, smiling at his prisoners. Luke sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He took off his jacket and threw at Rosco. "Rosco, you know I didn't do anything. Let me go!"

"Just let the little whiner out," Jezebel said. "It will shut him up and I'll vouch for his innocence."

"Nope, can't let you out," Rosco reminded them. He looked at Luke and said, "If you really are innocent, which I doubt, your name has to be cleared legal like and such not."

"Legal like huh?" Jezebel asked to herself, Rosco nodded and lean back in his chair. Luke let out an aggravated sigh and Jezebel whispered, "Relax, I'll get you out of here."

"You're the reason I'm in here," Luke said with a dirty glare.

"I've got some lawyer friends, if I can't convince Boss to let you go, then I'll give them a call for you," Jezebel reassured him.

"Hush, I don't want you planning a jailbreak," Rosco scolded them.

Jezebel leaned against the wall, and said suddenly, "I never ran shine."

"What?" Luke asked.

"I never ran moon shine or transported it. I had nothing to do with shine," Jezebel told him. "I was framed and just thought you should know."

"I said hush!" Rosco told them again. He looked at his watch and asked, "Where's Enos? He's late."

Enos came walking down the stairs with a big brown paper bag in his hand. He gave Rosco an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry I'm late, I was getting lunch."

"Don't let them out," Rosco told him. He turned to Luke and said, "Don't try any of your funny stuff."

Luke scowled and remained silent. Enos waited for Rosco to leave and then he pulled a chair up to Jezebel's cell. He handed over the bag and asked, "Jezebel, why are you back in Georgia?"

"Well, New York's amazing shops, amazing Broadway plays, and its amazing culture can only be amazing for so long," Jezebel told him sarcastically, as she dug into the bag. "I mean a person can only take so much glamour in their life."

"Tell me, did you finish school?" Enos asked.

"Yes, and I got into Syracuse College and everything," Jezebel told him, pulling out a grinder from the bag.

"Does that mean you stop napping cars?" Enos asked.

"It's called grand theft auto, and yes I did stop," Jezebel told him.

"That's great!" Enos told her with excitement.

"Not as good as this grinder," Jezebel told him after taking a bite.

"Jezebel, what do you do now?" Enos asked.

"I'm trying to break the barrier of only male journalist," Jezebel told him. Enos gave her a confused look and Jezebel clarified, "I'm trying to join in with the few female newspaper reporters."

"Oh, how's it going?"

"Trivial," Jezebel told him. "I tried it in New York using my real name, but they just said 'go home country girl.' Then I tried using a female alias, but they still said no. After that, I used a male alias and got a couple publishing, just not enough to feed me."

"So why are you back in Georgia?" Enos asked.

"I was planning on heading west towards California or Chicago, but my friend Alice was from Atlanta and told me how they need serious journalists. I figured I know the south already, so it would be perfect."

"Except, the southern law knows you too," Enos told her.

"That's why I use the name Jamie," Jezebel told him.

"Oh, that's why Luke here called you Jamie," Enos said.

"Yes, so if anyone else ask, what my name?" Jezebel asked.

"Oh, I know this one," Luke said. "It's pain in the-"

"Oh, you would know about being a pain in the-" Jezebel and Luke started yelling at each other. Enos watched amused and let them yell at each other for while. Finally he whistled sharply, causing Luke and Jezebel to stop arguing and look towards him.

"Geez, you two fight more then cats and dogs," Enos told them.

"And Country Boy can't understand half of the three syllable words I use," Jezebel muttered.

"Why you little hypocrite," Luke murmured. "You're just a country girl yourself."

"I haven't been a country girl since I was seventeen," Jezebel told him.

"Once a country girl, always a country girl," Luke told her.

"Once an inbred hick, always an inbred hick," Jezebel told him.

"Jezebel, why were you driving a stolen Jaguar?" Enos asked.

"It wasn't stolen, just borrowed," Jezebel told him. "That son of a," Enos gave her a look and Jezebel finished, "building block doesn't deserve a car like that."

"Why did you borrow it?" Luke asked.

"He was angry," Jezebel told him. "I thought it would be best if he stayed off the road."

"So you took his car?" Luke asked.

"It was more to make sure he didn't hurt anyone while he was driving," Jezebel told them. "He's dangerous when he angry."

"You didn't think he would be more angry when you 'borrowed' his car?" Luke asked.

"I didn't think two cousins, both who can't drive, would crash into the car," Jezebel told him. She noticed Luke glaring at her, and then asked everyone, "Listen, how about we don't talk about cars anymore?"

"Fine," Enos said as Luke mumbled in agreement.

Jezebel broke the grinder in half and handed it over to Luke. Luke eyed it suspiciously. "If you don't want it, I'll eat it," Jezebel warned him.

Luke shrugged and took it from her. As he took a bite, he heard footsteps coming down the jailhouse stairs towards him. Luke quickly swallowed and hid the grinder behind his back. He saw Uncle Jesse and Jezebel's friend, Alice, walk down the stairs. Luke took another bite of the grinder, knowing they wouldn't care about having food in the jail cell.

Alice broke ahead from Uncle Jesse and went to Jezebel's cell. "Jamie, I told you not to. I told you that he would be angry. I told you."

"Luke, what is this all about?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"Boss just assumed that I had something to do with the car napping," Luke told him.

"You didn't, right?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"No."

"Mr. Duke, I am awfully sorry about getting Luke involved," Jezebel told him. "I didn't think they would arrest him."

"Well, what exactly is going on?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"I borrowed the car from a friend," Jezebel told him.

"Stole it," Luke muttered.

"Keep your mouth shut Country Boy," Jezebel muttered to him. Then she said to Uncle Jesse, "Listen, I'll get Luke out of this."

"How are you going to do that Jamie?" Alice asked. "How are you going to get Luke out of this? How are you going to get yourself out of this? How are you going to get us back to the city?"

Alice became hysterical. She started struggling for breath, and saying random words. Finally Jezebel grabbed Alice by her arms, and shook her. "Alice, calm down. I've been thinking about it. I've come to the conclusion that we might have enough money to pay off the mechanic and get a ride to Chickasaw or pay for my bail."

"Chickasaw? What is that?" Alice asked.

"It's a town," Jezebel told her slowly.

"With your luck, it's a smaller town then this one," Alice mumbled to herself.

"Well it is a smaller town," Jezebel told her.

"Oh no, Jamie, this stops now!" Alice told Jezebel. "I don't care if this story could be your big break, I'm not going!"

"Alice, I know people in Chickasaw who can give us a ride back to the city," Jezebel explained.

"Oh," was all Alice could say. Finally she said softly, "Good."

"How are you going to get to Chickasaw if you are stuck in jail?" Uncle Jesse asked.

"I'll figure something out," Jezebel told him. Then she directed her attention to Alice. "Alice, I left our suitcases in the garage. If you go into mine, the money should be in my Lewis Carroll book. Offer to pay the mechanic six hundred and fifty. If he wants more, tell him to negotiate it with me."

"Ok," Alice said with a nod.

"What are you doing with six hundred and fifty dollars in cash?" Luke asked.

"In case we need hotel rooms," Jezebel answered him, but Luke wasn't convinced.

"All right," Boss Hogg said, coming down the stairs with cigar in hand, "visiting hours is over."

"Now wait just one minute, J.D.," Uncle Jesse started. "You said we could have ten minutes to talk with these two."

"Correction, I said you could have to ten of," Boss told them, taking a huff of his cigar. "Now get out."

"Fine, we're going," Uncle Jesse said. He turned to Luke and said, "If you get out of here, get the General and come straight home." Then the two of them left.

Jezebel waited for Uncle Jesse and Alice were out of year shot, and then turned on Boss. "Listen, Luke Duke was in no way involved with stealing the Jaguar."

"Well, until that is proven with actual evidence, Luke Duke stays under arrest," Boss told her.

"It's innocent till proven guilty," Jezebel told Boss, which just caused him to laugh. She glared at him and said, "Fine, if you don't let him go, I'll file a suit against the Hazzard Police force."

Boss had a small chuckle and asked, "File suit on what charges and where you going to get the money for a lawyer?"

"All I have to do is make one call and I'll have three lawyers down here, willing do the case free of charge for both Luke and me," Jezebel told him. "To answer your first question, I am going to file suit on the fact that we were never red our rights and that you arrest people on a bias. Also, there is the lack of evidence you have against Luke and you didn't have an arrest warrant when you arrested him."

Boss's mouth dropped open, sending the cigar to the ground. The ash scattered across the ground, while Boss started mumbling under his breath. Luke smiled and asked, "So, you going to let me go now Boss?"

"I guess so," Boss answered reluctantly.

Boss took the keys out and unlocked the door. He slowly creaked it open and let Luke out. Luke smiled and said, "Thank you kindly Boss."

Luke quickly ran up the stairs, and out of the jailhouse. Boss turned to Jezebel with an evil glare. He opened his mouth to give her a lashing, but Jezebel talked first. "Boss, how would you like to have at least one of the Dukes behind these bars for good, and it being completely legal?"

Well folks, it looks likes this country girl has really turned into a no good Yankee.