A/N: Yay! I got more reviews! I really do appreciate this! This chapter will have one point with Jack's POV but there will be a break so you can tell. ONWARD!

I ripped the poster off the pole and ran over to the police officer.

"Who has proof that this man committed this crime?" I demanded trying to keep my voice down.

"The DeWitt family has reported that this man has stolen their jewelry. Why do you know where he could be?"

My heart pounded in my chest.

"No." I answered, maybe even a little too quickly.

I ran away from him before he could ask me any more questions. I ran about town, taking down posters of Jack anywhere I saw them. The only problem was that they were all over the city.

Darkness soon covered the city and I had to return home. I was exhausted and at the same time terribly frightened. I ran home and pushed open the door.

"Jack? Jack?" I called into the house.

There was no response. I went into my room and opened the bottom drawer, stuffing all the wanted posters inside. Suddenly there was a lot of commotion coming from outside. I walked out the front door.

A bunch of police officers were standing a few feet away from the house, all of them had guns out and pointed. I ran to the cops and tried to shove past them.

"Miss please return to your home." One officer commanded pushing me back.

I ran past him and saw Jack in the center of it all, being dragged away.

"Jack!" I screamed at him.

He looked up and got frantic.

"Marie! Tell them I didn't do anything! You know I didn't!" He yelled, struggling against the cops.

"I know you didn't!" I yelled back.

A cop pulled me away from the group.

"Miss return to your home immediately."

"What are you going to do with him?" I demanded.

"He will be taken to prison for tonight. If we find evidence that he has committed said crime, he will be exported back to Ireland."

"No! You can't!" I screamed, completely devastated.

The cops stuck Jack in the back of an automobile and started to drive away.

"I'll be alright! Everything will be ok!" Jack called back as the car disappeared down the street.

I sank to my knees in utter devastation.

"Come along miss." The same cop said pulling me up to my feet.

I walked back into our house and slammed the door shut. I leaned against the door and slid to the floor, sobbing.

"Get a grip Marie. Come on now." I told myself.

I got up with the door's support and went back into my room. I took out the wanted pictures. I walked into the back yard and tossed the posters into a metal can. Then, striking a match, I tossed it into the can and watched as the posters burst into flame.

I stood there, watching the flames eat away the posters, as if they never existed. Soon the fire died out and I went back inside, out of the cold winter air. I went into my room and flopped down on my bed.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until there were several loud bangs on the door. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was still dark out. I must have been asleep for two hours. Somebody kept banging on the door so I went and opened it.

"Evening Miss. We're with the NYPD and we have to inspect your home." A cop said holding up his badge.

"What's this for?" I asked, rather suspicious.

"If your roommate has anything hidden in this house, we need to take it." The other cop said.

"There is nothing here but go ahead and look." I said opening the door for them.

"Thank you Ma'am."

Three cops walked into the house, and they took apart everything. They went into the kitchen and tore open the cabinets and went into my room and opened the drawers. They went into Jack's room last and opened his drawers.

"Ah ha!" I heard one cop shout.

They all walked out of the room, holding a bag. One cop reached in and pulled out a beautiful diamond studded necklace.

I felt the blood drain from my face and suddenly I felt completely weak. I leaned against the wall.

"This looks like everything that had been stolen. Thank you for your time miss. The court order will be held tomorrow and you are to attend. We will be here to pick you up at noon. The jury will decide the boy's fate then." One cop said and they left.

I somehow made my way back to my room and I fell onto the bed. I didn't bother to slip beneath the covers and I cried myself to sleep.

Inside the Jail Cell: 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

Jack was thrown into a cell and the door slammed shut. The cop glared at him and walked down the hallway.

"I didn't do anything! Do you hear me? Get back here and let me go damn you!" Jack roared rattling the cell bars.

He turned and punched the wall, nearly breaking his knuckles. He cursed some more and shook the cell bars. Finally he stopped and leaned against the wall.

"Bastards." He muttered.

Jack ran his hands through his sandy hair, pushing it back out of his face. He wasn't afraid for himself, he was afraid for Marie. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped away the sweat that was beaded on his forehead.

A cop walked by and stopped at his cell a few hours later.

"Looks like you're going back to Ireland boy. We found the stolen jewelry inside your house." The cop said and walked away, with a grin on his face.

"I didn't do it! I've been framed!" Jack yelled shaking the bars again.

He stopped and laid his head on the cold bars.

"I didn't do it."

Back to Marie's POV: o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

I was ready and dressed by noon the next morning and sure enough, the cops came and led me into the automobile. I didn't say a word the entire car trip for I was thinking of a way to get Jack out of this.

Someone had planted that jewelry inside our house while we were away. Our house didn't have locks so someone could have just snuck right back in. I knew who had done it too, but I had no proof.

We arrived at the court room and I was seated at a small table up in front. To the left of me were Rose DeWitt Butaker and her future husband Cal Hockley. That's who had framed Jack, I knew it.

Now the only problem was we didn't have a lawyer or anything, so we were pretty much screwed. Jack was brought out and I wanted to cry. He looked exhausted and he was drenched in sweat. His face was dirty and he looked about ready to scream.

The judge walked in and seated at her stand. (A/N: I don't know how it goes in court so I'm going to make it sound as professional as possible)

The rules were given and everyone sat down. Cal got up and sat down at the stand next to the judge.

"Cal Hockley, can you please tell the court exactly what happened?" The judge asked.

"Why yes. It was in the middle of the night and the alarms started to go off. I told the family to stay in their rooms and I ran down the stairs. A man, that one," Cal said pointing to Jack, "had a bag of jewels with him. Once he saw I spotted him he ran out of the house. I chased him down the street but then lost sight of him after about a mile. Then I returned home and called the police."

"Objection!" I yelled.

"Overruled!"

Next it was our turn.

"I call to the stand Rose DeWitt Butaker." I said.

Rose got up and sat down at the stand.

"Rose, would you agree to everything that Cal has just told the court?" I asked.

"Yes. He told us to wait and we watched from my mother's bedroom window as Cal chased the man down the street."

"Did you happen to get a glance of this robber?" I asked staring her right in the eye.

"No."

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, none of the family saw the man that had stolen their jewelry except for Mr. Hockley. How do we know that Cal is telling the truth?"

There were a few whispers going around the court.

"Order! Order!" The judge yelled.

"I have no further questions your honor."

I sat down at my seat and Cal walked up.

"I call to the stand Marie Kelp." He said.

I walked up and sat down on the chair.

"Ms. Kelp, do you know if Mr. Dawson was home that night?"

"I knew he came home and went to bed, so he was probably sleeping. He came home around six that day."

Cal smiled making me want to punch him.

"So isn't it possible that he snuck out of the house while you were sleeping?"

"No it's not. I'm a very light sleeper and our floor creeks rather loud. I would have heard him get up."

"Could he have gone out through a window perhaps?"

I bowed my head and then looked up.

"Yes it is possible, but I still don't believe he did it."

"I have no further questions your honor." Cal said and sat down.

This went on for hours, each of us questioning but not really going anywhere. Finally it was time for the jury to come to a verdict.

I waited impatiently in my seat, all the while not taking my eyes off Jack. He looked completely worried, but no fear was to be seen.

Finally the jury stopped talking and they turned to the judge. One man stood up.

"We find the defendant, Jack Dawson, guilty."

"No!" I screamed and ran to Jack.

I threw my arms around him and he did the same.

"It'll be ok." He said.

"Let's go boy. You have a ship to get on."

A few cops came behind me and began to drag me away. I held tight onto Jack's hands.

"He's innocent I tell you!" I yelled.

Another cop went behind Jack and pulled him out the door. The cops released me and everyone left the courtroom.

Instead of feeling sadness, I felt anger. I turned my head towards the door.

"I'm coming for you, Jack."

A/N: Ok that was a long chapter. I don't know if they had courts back then but that's the way I'm making it so don't bother correcting me. Things are gonna get worse and worse but you'll just have to wait and see.