Disclaimer: I do not own newsies or any of its characters, Disney does. I own Patrick Sullivan, Lucinda Addams, Lillian Snyder AKA Lily AKA Cowgirl. 'City Slickers Detective Agency' sounded like a good name, I have no idea if there is one or not. I named the ranch "The Old Dreamer" after Jack. :) The song is "Siuil a Run" by Celtic Woman.

(A/N: This is the final chapter, hope everyone likes it. :) And the chorus in english is:

Go, go, go my love

Go quietly and peacefully

Go to the door and flee with me

And may you go safely my dear. There are other versions of the chorus that are on Wikipeida.)

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion....

Her shoulder pounded and her head ached. She gave a soft moan before forcing her eyes open, at first the room was blurry. She blinked until her vision cleared, she was lying in a hospital bed, her right arm in a sling. There was a pain in her shoulder, but it was at a dull roar. She felt as if she were stuck in a dream....She weighed as light as a feather. If she didn't know better she would have been convinced she was flying.

Then the memories returned to her: jumping on the carriage, rescuing Jack....And being shot by his father. God in Heaven. She had been shot. Never in her life could she have ever imagined something of that magnitude happening to her.

It was then another memory flashed at her, right before she had passed out she remembered seeing her father and many police officers surrounding him. They had caught Jack! She pressed her hands into the bed and forced herself to sit; the pain in her shoulder went from dull to a roar.

"Miss?! You must sit back down, right this instant!" Snapped the sharp voice of an older nurse.

"I'm leaving," Lillian replied.

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that in only your hospital garbs?" She crossed her arms. Her beady brown eyes stared down her beak like nose at Lily.

Lillian shrugged, "By doing this," she replied in sarcasm before drawing back her fist and punching the woman hard. The nurse fell to the floor.

"Forgive me, miss, of that violent act. Of this act of indecency I am about to commit," Lily muttered before she pulled he room's curtains closed. She looked down at the nurse, she had either just arrived or was preparing to go home. Lily quickly exchanged her hospital gown for the nurse's white blouse and lily blue skirt, and brown boots.

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan....

Lucinda held the bundle of papers Jack, Sarah, and David had created along with Denton's help. A lot had happened the previous day: Jack turned scab; Davey got somewhat soaked by the Delancey brothers; Jack went back to being the strike leader; and now they were taking a stand against the newspaper giants. About damned time.

She still remembered Cowboy's face when he visited Lillian's hospital room hours ago. A look of extreme guilt had crossed his face.

"She wouldn't want youse ta feel guilty, Jack," Lucinda, in the guise of Pretty, had said.

"Youse hated heh, how would youse know what she'd want?" He'd questioned.

It was then Lucinda knew her cover had been blown. But for once, she didn't mind. She showed Jack her badge and told him she was working with Lillian and another detective to put Warden Snyder behind bars. Then she revealed that Lily had no formal training, at first Jack didn't believe her. But when Lucinda went through Lily's disguise as Cowgirl he saw she was telling the truth. There wasn't a badge in sight.

Lucinda didn't have to tell him to keep their secret. He had beaten her to the punch, he had sworn never to tell another living soul who they were.

Now....Now it was war. With the newsies and herself handing out papers; while 5 of her detectives searched for Patrick Sullivan; and the rest gathered the needed evidence. Lucinda smirked. Oh, how she wished to be a fly on the wall when her detectives kicked open his office door (just for a grand entrance of course) and began going through the warden's desk drawers. After Lily was shot Madeline stayed in the hospital with her and heard a very incriminating conversation between Snyder and one of his goons. The goon was none other than Morris Delancey himself, who for ten dollars, agreed to testify against the warden.

Lucinda handed a sweaty and tall boy in the butcher shop a newspaper before quickly moving along. She hoped Lily would awaken soon; the only way the judge would arrest Snyder was if they had a key witness who knew more than any other witness. That witness, was the warden's very own daughter.

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill...

Lillian ran through the streets, she ignored her aching shoulder and focused only on Jack. Would he forgive her for dressing like a Cowgirl? Or would he return to ignoring her? Why did she bother to care? But the knowledge that she could have caused him to be in that refuge until his 21st birthday tore he heart to pieces.

Where was she to look? The streets were crowded with people, as usual. Women who were in the same social class as she moved away from her when seeing her hair was hanging down around her shoulders, instead of being properly pinned. She could care less. From here on, Lillian Snyder was dead. She'd only return from the grave once to put her father in jail. After that day she would stay dead and buried. Lily would assume a new name and live as a detective. If Lucinda wasn't too angered with her and still decided to give her the job. If not, Lily would find another job. She knew she could support herself.

She didn't need the fancy bobbles, the everyday dressed that more resembled ball gowns, nor did she need Alexander Busby. The two timing....Frog! Every nurse figured her to be just another person walking through, they chattered about the handsome Alexander and how he flirted with the 'beautiful' Ms. Sally. Then she had heard that Alexander had decided to call his engagement off with Ms. Snyder. She had practically danced out of there. But she would have been noticed too easily and her shoulder would have ached more than it currently was.

She scanned the streets and heard shouts, newsies were selling papers again? Her heart stopped for a moment. Had they lost the strike....Because of her? If they had lost the strike....It would be her fault....She was the reason they had caught the strike leader.

"Jack, I'm so sorry. Forgive me," she muttered before leaning against a building. It had been only a twenty minute walk (and sometimes a run) from the hospital, but it exhausted her. Damned bullet, damned medicine, damned Laudanum. She sighed, her language had fallen apart just as she had. Oh well.

For every good thing that happened, a bad thing would always follow. That's just the way world worked. Dark followed light, always attempting to defeat it. Though in the end, goodness and light always shines through, though at times it may be too late...It was always does one way or another.

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel...

Jack sat on top of the large piles of newspaper stacked in the hollow wagon. The wagon reminded him too much of his dream of Santa Fe. Someone would have thought the wagon would be traveling along the Oregon trail, though travelers would wonder why it remained uncovered. His thoughts returned to Lillian.

She had been so courageous the other night. How the hell had she known to jump into the coach that way? He had no idea it was her, he had gotten the shoes shocked off him. Then when she took the bullet, that was undoubtedly meant for him, something in his mind had clicked. He had been a jack ass. An utter, complete, imbecile. The girl of his dreams was standing right in front of him, but instead he chased after the little brained Sarah Jacobs.

"Jack? Are you alright?" Sarah questioned before she reached to touch his hair.

"I'se fine," he moved away from her reach.

"Are you sure? You've....Never moved away from me...Like that....Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes held a look of confusion within them.

"Youse did nuthin' wrong, da only one who did somethin' wrong was me foah nearly givin up'," he replied.

"Oh yes, but you came back the strike and me."

And hopefully to Lillian, if she'll forgive me, he thought to himself. It was then he spotted a short figure crumpling down a wall. The face was instantly recognizable. Lillian Snyder.

"STOP DA WAGON!" He shouted.

"Jack?!" David pulled the horses to a stop and turned around in his seat.

Jack ignored his and Sarah's questioning shouts. He knelt down beside Lily.

"Lily? Ah youse ok?"

She looked up at him and a small smile tugged at the edges of her mouth, "Jack...Hi...I was uh...Looking for you actually. I was just taking a break, I'm fine. Are you alright? I'm so sorry I got you caught...I should have been faster-"

"No, youse did nuthin' wrong," he replied as he put his fingertips over her lips, "It was me fault...I'se treated ya like garbage. Forgive me?"

"Of course, if you'll forgive me."

"For what?" He questioned as he leaned forward, an eyebrow raised.

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan...

This was very unlady like and nothing like her. But, she didn't care. She had waited since the first moment she had met him in the park two months ago for this moment. She leaned forward quickly and kissed him on the lips. Her heart pounded wildly, blood quickly flowed to her cheeks causing her to blush, and she felt as if her body was on fire.

At first the newsboy didn't respond, but his arms wrapped around her and he eagerly returned her kiss. When he pulled away she looked into his eyes and saw happiness.

"For that."

"No reason ta be sorry for dat!" He beamed before picking her up into his arms.

"Don't carry me, please?"

"Why not?"

"Because I can walk, and I'd prefer too. I heard a doctor tell one of his patients that walking helps the side effects of all pain medications to leave the body faster. And to tell the truth, I really do not enjoy the feeling of flying after I have been dosed with laudanum...I feel sick."

"Good reason, den," Jack replied before setting her down. She leaned against him and walked over to the uncovered wagon. He picked her up and placed her atop a pile of newspapers before climbing on next to her.

"Jack. Who is this?"

Lily turned and nearly jumped at seeing the brunette Jack had been with lately. The girl was staring at Lily as if her icy glare would turn into two sharp daggers and stab her repeatedly through the heart.

"Dis heah is Lillian, also known as Cowgoil, she's me goil Sarah."

Lily had not been expecting that turn of events. She figured maybe he liked her but....his girl? She looked up at him, his eyes were sparkling and seemed to be waiting for an answer. She realized the statement was also a question to her.

"Yeah, I'm his 'goil'," she replied, her accent stunk and caused Jack to laugh.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend....You acted as though I was the one for you," Sarah commented haughtily, "After all...I wore my best dress to Irving hall for you."

"Sorry if youse took it dat way," Jack shrugged, "I'se thought youse knew I'se was askin' youse ta go around wid me as a friend."

"No, I didn't," she huffed.

"If ya wanna go-"

"NO."

"Sarah," David grumbled.

"No, I want to stay."

"Den lets keep givin' out da papes," Jack smiled.

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red,
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead...

Hours later when the sun was high in the sky Lucinda stood in newspaper row. Everyone but Jack, David, and Sarah had returned. It was right after Racetrack had wondered (quite loudly) where he was that David's voice answered the question.

Lucinda looked up and her eyes widened. Jack was walking with his arm around Lillian, both were beaming from ear to ear. David was walking behind them, and Sarah was lagging far behind looking angry and irked.

"Hello, Pretty," Lily smiled to her.

"Yeah...Hi, what da heck is a goil like youse doin' in a place like dis?" She asked snidely.

"Just...Hanging around," she replied with a smile and a quick wink.

Happiness gathered in Lucinda's heart. Lillian was alright! Heck, she was better than alright - she was great!

"Do youse t'ink anyone will come?" Mush frowned.

"Give dem time," Jack replied as he sat down, "Just give dem time..."

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan...

It was nearly four hours later that loud singing and bell ringing echoed throughout the streets on Manhattan. Hundreds of working kids from all Burroughs in New York gathered in Newsie Square. All cheering, all joining the newsies, a thousand voices all combing into one loud voice that could not be ignored.

After the huge group of kids had gathered Jack and David had went into Pulitzer's office. Minutes later he poked his head out the window, causing everyone to cheer and shout 'strike!' Minutes later he walked out of the building, whispered something to Les Jacobs, lifted the small boy onto his shoulders and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We'se beat 'um!"

Shouting, clapping, and hoots were heard as Jack was slapped on the back. The celebration suddenly halted as a large black paddy wagon rolled into newsie square. Jack had attempted to run, but Denton had stopped him. From the back of the jail wagon newsies and other street kids were released, along with Crutchy. Then Snyder was brought to the Paddy wagon, Lucinda showed her badge and placed him under arrest. Soon after, Crutchy slammed the door shut and everyone cheered once again.

Teddy Roosevelt invited Jack into his carriage. The two left for the train station, only to soon return...With Jack.

"Lillian!" He shouted.

Lily gazed over her shoulder, tears were still falling down her cheeks. When Jack had decided to leave for Santa Fe her heart had broken. He hadn't invited her along or even said goodbye.

"Jack?"

"Lily," he beamed, "I'se ain't goin' nowhere," he commented before pulling her into a long and hard kiss. The newsies and everyone else began to cheer, except for Sarah.

"Hey Jack," David exclaimed, "I thought youse were leavin," he commented. Jack smirked, it was about time that kid made himself look and sound like a newsie, since he was more than accepted now.

"Nah, I'se got moah headlines at sell," Jack smirked.

"Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes," David retorted.

Lily turned and watched as Oscar, Morris, and their Uncle Weasel were forced out of the World Distribution Center. They were unhappy about their predicament, but everyone else was ecstatic. Spot raised his hand and waved as he left in Teddy Roosevelt's carriage. Following soon after was Jack with a hundred papes under one arm; and Lily in the other.

Lucinda ran over, "Lillian. About the job offer," she smiled.

"I'm not qualified?"

"No, not that," Lucinda replied, "Silly. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of being the head of my undercover division of the Pinkerton Detective Agency?" A few former strike breakers, who worked the other Pinkerton agency in town grumbled as they shoved past.

"Of course," she beamed.

Lucinda handed her a badge, "And you remember the rules? You know, each detective has to make their first rule."

"Alright," she beamed, "Here's mine: An Effective Detective Can Always Fall In Love."

Lucinda laughed, "Oh, Lillian! I'm so glad you still have a sense of humor...However, shouldn't we bring you back to the hospital?"

"No thank you very much."

Jack and Lucinda both chuckled before walking out on the streets together...

Siuil, siuil, siul a run,
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh lion
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan...

Epilogue

Warden Snyder was sentenced to 20 years in jail for crimes against children. Patrick Sullivan, meanwhile, had been found outside of Arizona in a shallow grave; a bullet through his skull. The local sheriff assumed he was killed by his own gang for not sharing the jewels he had stolen from the Duke. The jewels were found and returned to the German man by none other than Lucinda Addams.

Lillian was the star witness. A month after the trial she moved into Manhattan Newsies Lodging House and sold most of her fancy dresses and bobbles. Half the money was put into repairs for the lodging house while the other half was saved for later use. As the years passed by, the pile of coins grew and grew. 3 years after the strike Cowboy Jack Kelly proposed to Lily 'Cowgirl' Snyder. The two married and after their wedding moved out west, to Santa Fe.

They were able to purchase a small spread of land (because of Lucinda's wedding gift: 100 dollars). Jack, finally a cowboy, managed to make the spread into a running and prospering ranch. At the same time Lillian founded the 'City Slickers' Detective Agency, which remains to this day one of the top detective agencies in the country.

Jack and Lillian had a son they named Matthew Kelly, who now runs their ranch in Santa Fe....Perhaps you've heard of it....It's called: The Old Dreamer. If you ever visit be sure to look at Jack and Lily's graves. Some say on nights of a full moon they hear singing and laughter....During the nights when the moon hides her face, some swear they hear the loud shouts always repeating one word: Strike!

On the ranch, we figure it's just Jack and his wife remembering the best time of their lives.