A/N, hey what's up, I am done with my work and can get on with the story. Thank you all who have reviewed and been waiting patiently, it was very kind of you

Disclaimer: I aint no dang ol Hanna Barbra man, I don't own them!

Back at Mystery Inc headquarters, the man the gang had kidnapped was regaining his focus. The gang was standing around him, to sort of give a feeling of being trapped. He was silent for a few minutes and then he spoke up,

"Well, I always figured you guys had a mansion, all your snooping around should've paid well enough."

Fred, "We're not here to talk about the house, we're here because your GOING to tell us where our friend is."

"He's only got one day left, you should have spent your time more wisely, detective, I know where he is but you don't and I hope you don't believe I'm actually going to tell you." This mans voice seemed to send chills up every single spine in the room.

Daphne, "why won't you, what have we done to you that was so horrible that you would do this?"

The man's expression was completly unreadable as he glared at the floor, as if this was all the innocent floor's fault. " My reasons are my own, you don't deserve to understand. You are people who cannot seem to just go through life and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you. You are so sidetracked by people who are trying to make a bit of money, but just aren't doing it the way everyone else is!"

Shaggy looked up, these man's words sinking in ever so slightly, " But, if we didn't stop them man, then who would? One of the people we stopped happened to be a pedophile who stalked kids all the time. Had we not stopped him, those kids would be in danger right now.

"Just because you stop one, does not mean you stopped them all. There are at least ten of every catagory in wrong doing, when you take one out, two come back. It is a losing battle, Mr. Rogers( a/n ha Mr. Rogers)

Velma stepped in, "Look, we just want one thing from you, our friend, we don't ask for much at all, just for the streets to be safe, thats it."

The man looked into her eyes, he could almost see the little girl in her who never got much attention, who tried hard in school, who's parents neglected her, so much she has been through, but in his mind that was not enough.

He went back to staring down at the god forsaken floor and stayed quiet. The gang went back to looking for possible clues, when a phone rang.

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Scooby, who had fought his doubting mind for so long, could not hold back the truth forever. He would die in this horrible place, where his work had sent so many people. Now being at one with the bad men he arrested, he hated his job more than anything.

He began to whimper, and the cellmate next to him spoke up, " Hey, why are you crying, you've been crying for two days now. What's your deal?"

Scooby looked to his left through the bars at the black man in the cell next over, " Ri'm going to die here. rhats why rI'm rying." "Everybody dies sooner or later, why does it matter where?" "Recause Ri shouldn't re here, Ri did nothing wrong." " That's whatthey all say, I heard you chewed someone up pretty good, seems like what would getyou put in here for."

The dog laid down and covered his eyes with his paws,the man looked at him for a while before he finally tried to give somewhat of an apology," You know, supporters of the law aren't exactly loved around here,but some of what you did was right, you remember that little girl who was trapped in a box underground like a live burial, if you hadn't done your job, she would be dead right now. You remember that little girl, don't you?" Scooby's eyes shiftedin his direction, "Reah" "That little girl ismy granddaughter.You saved her, you may think your alone, but some one here respects you for what you did, me."

Scooby gave a weak smiletowards the elderly prisoner andlaid his head down totry and get some sleep. He had one day left before his execution, one last day that he could put faith into his friends again one last time, and if it didn't work, then he would at least be remembered, and his friends would be okay, inhis heartthats all he cared about, his friends.

A/N, ah there's the sixth chapter for ya, remember to review, I love to hear what you think, and flames will be used to burn logs. THank you for reading, the next chapter is coming soon