I missed out a chunk of the song, A Guy Like You….but it is the crazy bit where literally everyone seems to be singing and there was no way I could write that clearly :S

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"Hey, I'm looking for Foggy?"

Matt snarled at the unfamiliar voice and reached out the grab the man's shirt, growling as his fingers brushed against a familiar shape. A police badge. He pushed the man away, "No officers! This is sanctuary!"

"Woah easy there…" gasped the man as he slowly backed away, "….wait, I just want to speak-"

"Get out!"

"Please, you need to listen!"

"GO!"

Matt grabbed the front of the man's uniform and lifted him up off the ground. The man sighed, "Look…will you tell him that I didn't mean to trap him in here, but it was the only way I could save his life! Will you tell him!?"

"If you go! Now!"

"I'll go…but you need to put me down first."

Matt frowned, but gently placed the man back on the ground. He heard the man re-arrange his clothes before walking away. "My name's Brett by the way…you know Foggy's very lucky."

"Why?"

"He has a friend like you doesn't he?"

Matt stood there in shock as Brett walked away. Once the coast was clear, Matt found himself wandering back to his room only to be met with the cheers of his stone friends.

"Excellent work Matty…" cheered Claire.

"…The nerve of that cop, trying to steal your boy!" finished Karen.

"My boy?"

Marci rolled her eyes, "Foggy. Nice laugh, blonde hair…not that you'd know that. Looks and sounds like he'd be a beast in bed! Way to go lover boy!"

"Lover boy?" chuckled Matt, "No, no, no."

"Oh don't be so modest!"

Matt sighed, "Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do guys but let's face facts here….I'm was almost crowned the freakiest person in all of Hell's Kitchen remember?"

He wandered over to the window and sighed, "I don't think I'm really his type…"

He heard the joyful laughter of a young couple down below and smiled gently, "So many times out there, I've heard a happy pair, of lovers walking in the night. They had this kind of glow around them…it almost looked like Heaven's light. I knew I'd never know, this warm and loving glow…though I might wish with all my might. No man as damaged, as I am was ever meant for Heaven's light.

But suddenly an angel has smiled at me…and kissed my cheek without a trace of fright. I dare to dream that he might even care for me, as I ring these bells tonight. My cold, dark tower seems so bright…it almost looks like Heaven's light."

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Stick sighed wearily as he felt the warmth of the fireplace…today had not been a good day. Fisk was furious and that was unlikely to change any point soon. The gypsy boy had run circles around the man and to be honest, Stick hadn't fared that much better. The boy was clever…and intriguing.

Now he wasn't a religious man, but Stick found himself praying.

"You know I'm a righteous man, by my virtue I am justly proud. You know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak and cruel crowd. So tell me my Lord, why I hear him laughing there. Why his voice still pierces my soul!

I feel him, I hear him! The pure joy in his cheerful laughter, it's blazing in me, out of my control! Like fire! Hellfire! This fire in my skin…this burning desire, is turning me to sin!

It's not my fault! I'm not to blame! It is the gypsy boy, the bastard who set this flame! It's not my fault, if in God's plan…he made the devil so much stronger than a man! Protect me my Lord, don't let this siren cast his spell. Don't let his fire seer my flesh and bone! Destroy the butcher boy, and let him taste the fires of Hell…or else let him be mine and mine alone!"

Stick backed away from the heat just as the door slammed open. "Stick…" began Fisk, "…the officers have reported that there is no sign of the gypsy boy anywhere in the cathedral. He's gone."

"Gone? How, I-Never mind, get out you idiot! I'll find him…I'll find him if I have to burn down all of New York!"

Once he was sure Fisk was out of hearing range, Stick began to pray again.

"Hellfire…Dark fire. Now gypsy, it's your turn. Choose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn! God have mercy on him…God have mercy on me! But he will be mine, or he will burn!"

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Brett stood to attention when he saw both Stick and Fisk enter the station early the next morning. "Good morning Sirs…." He frowned when he saw the older man wince in almost pain. "Are you alright Mr Stick?"

The man sighed, "I just had some problems with the fireplace…."

"I see…what would you like us to do?"

Fisk growled at the officer, "Find that gypsy boy!"

Over the next couple of days, Brett found himself being dragged here, there and everywhere as both Stick and Fisk ordered every unrented flat and alleyway to be searched and gypsies dragged out by their ankles. From there, the gypsies were offered a certain sum of money in order to give up the location of Foggy. Every time, the gypsies refused and they were then arrested.

These events had led them to where they were now. Standing outside the local bakery and interrogating the poor man who ran it.

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Foggy was once again using his 'fool-proof' disguise as he blended into the crowd outside of the local bakery. He could hear the people around him muttering to each other….mostly commenting on how both Fisk and his advisor had clearly gone mad.

Peering out from beneath his hoodie, Foggy strained to listen to what Fisk and Stick were saying.

Fisk started the conversation, "We found this piece of jewellery, with clear gypsy origins on your property. Have you been letting gypsies stay in your building for free?"

"Our home is always open to hungry people!"

"We're placing you under house arrest until we get to the bottom of this, if you are innocent then you have nothing to be afraid of."

"B-but we are innocent! We aren't aware of any gypsies!"

The door slammed shut in his face and a couple of officers placed a barricade against the door, effectively making sure that the baker and his family couldn't leave. Stick turned to Brett and smirked, "Burn it down…"

"Sir?!"

"Until it smoulders...these people need to be taught a lesson!"

"With all due respect Sir, I wasn't trained to kill the innocent!"

"But you were trained to follow orders Captain…." Whilst they were talking, officers had been spreading gasoline all over the house. Fisk handed Brett a lighter and gestured at the house. Brett stared at the lighter before throwing it away.

Fisk frowned as he pulled another lighter out from his pocket, "Coward…I will do it myself!" he growled as he lit the flame and threw the lighter on the house. The flames spread quickly and the screams from inside prompted Brett to kick the door down and drag the people out from the burning wreckage.

Once the baker and his family were free, Brett found himself being struck on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Two officers pulled him up as he saw both Fisk and Stick standing in front of him. Stick sneered, "The punishment for disobedience is time behind bars…it used to be death you know. Pity, you threw away a promising career…"

Brett grinned, "Consider it my highest honour…"

Before he could be dragged away, a rock that seemed to come from nowhere, struck one of the officers in the face. This gave Brett enough time to elbow the other officer in the stomach and then flee down the street.

"Get him!" yelled Fisk as the officers chased Brett towards a bridge, where he was then shot causing him to stumble and fall into the water below. The officers continued to fire into the water until they were ordered by Fisk to stop. "Don't waste your bullets! Let him rot down there…find the boy. If you have to burn Hell's Kitchen to the ground then so be it!"

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Foggy winced when he heard this from his hiding place beneath the bridge. He couldn't believe that they were going through all this trouble because of little him?! Once he was sure the coast was clear, Foggy dived into the water after Brett.

It took a few minutes, but eventually Foggy was able to pull his friend out of the water and onto the bank. Now all he had to do was find a safe place to help him.

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"We've looked everywhere for the gypsy boy and there is still no sign of him!" reported the leading officer.

Stick frowned, "We had the entire cathedral surrounded…officers at every door, there was no way that he could have escaped…unless." Stick glanced up at the cathedral where he could hear the bells ringing for the evening mass.

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Marci sighed as she watched the fire spread throughout Hell's Kitchen, "It's not looking good…"

Claire nodded beside her, "It's hopeless….absolutely hopeless!"

"You're telling me!" They turned to Karen who was playing poker, "I'm losing to a bird!"

Claire rolled her eyes before sighing wearily, "That poor boy…you know I'm beginning to fear the worse!"

Marci nodded in agreement, "I know…" she frowned at Claire, "…but don't you say anything to upset Matty now, he's already worried!"

"She's right Claire, we need to lighten up!"

"Here he comes!"

"Remain calm now…."

"Not a word…"

"Stone faced."

They remained silent until Matt came up beside them. "Any sign of Foggy?"

Claire winced and shook with the effort of keeping it all in….but she didn't make it. "Oh it's a lost cause! He could be anywhere! Jail, the bottom of a river, Stick's creepy sex dungeon?!"

Marci sighed, "Nice going Claire…and I really don't think that Stick has a sex dungeon…he's too old to be getting any!"

Karen grinned, "Like you're doing any better!"

Matt shook his head, "No…Claire's right. Foggy could be anywhere!"

Karen smirked, "What are you guys talking about…if I know Foggy, he's two steps ahead of Stick and well out of harm's way!"

"You really think that?"

"Totally. Once everything's cooled off, he'll be back!"

"What makes you so sure?"

Marci grinned, "Because he likes you, we always said you were the cute one."

Karen frowned, "I thought I was the cute one!"

"No! You're the stupid one who can't keep her gob shut!"

"Bitch, you had better prepare to say that again! Because I am going to kick your ass!"

Marci shook her head and ignored the other gargoyle, "Take it from us Matty, he'll be back…"

"Yeah! You're irresistible!"

Claire chuckled, "Knights in shining armour…or in a police uniform, certainly don't seem to be his type!"

"And those guys are a dime a dozen!" chuckled Karen, But you're special! One of a kind!"

"Look…Hell's Kitchen is glowing this evening…true that's because it's on fire, but still there's l'amore! Somewhere out there in the night, his heart is also alight. And I know the guy that he might be burning for!

A guy like you, he's never known kid. A guy like you, a boy does not meet every day! You've got a look, that's all your own kid. Could there be two…like you, no way! Those other guys that he could dangle. All look the same, from every boring point of view! You're a surprise, from every angle. My God above, he's gotta love a guy like you!"

Claire then joined in, "A guy like you, gets extra credit. Because it's true, you've got a certain something more!"

"Yeah, you're aces Matty!"

The Marci joined in, "You see that face! You don't forget it! Want something new?"

"That's you!"

"For sure!"

"We all have gaped at some Adonis."

"But then we crave a meal more nourishing to chew!"

"And since you're unique, no offence meant, but no question of. He's gotta love a guy like you!"

Marci sighed, "Now call me a hopeless romantic, but Matty I feel it!"

"He wants you so, any moment he'll walk through that door, for a guy like you! Who wouldn't love a guy like you?!"

Matt felt over-whelmed by the attention but laughed along anyway…that is until he heard a quiet voice from the back entrance of the cathedral.

"Matt…Matty?"