"Mr. T?" Nellie whispered as she entered the barber shop slowly, the belll jinging silently. She quickly shut the door behind her and turned to find his back to her. "Oh, there ya are, Mr. T," she walked over to stand behind him as he grunted in response. "Tha' lass down there sure is sweet. Poor girls been starved 'er whole life, practically." she sighed sadly. Still, Sweeney kept his back to her, not uttering a word. "So," the baker sighed after blabbering on and on like she always did. "Just came up 'ere to see wot all the racket was."

He kept his back to her, but now a slight wicked smirk crept onto his face. When he didn't answer, Nellie sighed silently and turned to look the room over. "Well, whens tha' Pirelli comin' back?" she asked irritatedly.

"He won't be back." the barber muttered darkly, tunring to display the blood on his sleeve while he continued to clean it off his 'friend'. Her mouth dropped to the floor.

...

James sighed to himself as he waited for Nellie, not really feeling comfortable about his wife up there. Alone. With that pyshco that she probably still lo-

He clended his fists and ground his teeth, not even letting the rest of that thought enter his mind. She would never leave me, he thought furiously. "Um...Mr. Stewart?" Kagome spoke quietly. James looked at her and covered his face in a cheery smile. "Yes?" he asked, trying to hide the frustration in his voice.

"Uh, I was just wondering if I could bother to ask what is upsetting you so." she smiled weakly. "You seem very angry over your wifes absense in such a short time." his eyebrows rose. "Short time?" he questioned curiously.

"Yes, she just left a little over a three minuets ago." she replied, rubbing the back of her head nervously. James just sighed and turned away from the girl. This whole suspicon of his wife being courted by another man was starting to drive him mad. He was sure of it.

"Mr.T, you didn't!" she gasped, her body going stiff. Sweeney did not respond, but merely nodded toward the trunk. Nellie's eyes flickered to the trunk, then back at the barber. Keeping her startled eyes on him, she strode over and slowly lifted the top of the trunk. The baker peered insdie and gasped once more.

"You're barkin' mad!" she whispered frantically. "Killin' a man wot done ya no 'arm!" she went on, backing away from the trunk slowly.

"He recongized me from the old days. Tried to black mail me." he muttered breathelessy. "'Alf me earnings."

Nellie relaxed visibly, her shoulders slumping, and let out a sigh. "Oh, tha's a differnet matter then. For a second there I thought ya lost yer marbles." she muttered as she reopened the trunk lid. She grimaced.

"Urgh, look at all tha' blood. Poor bugger. Oh well." she bent down and searched his pckets as if she were merely looking for a misplaced hair bruch rather then stealing from a dead man.

The baker pulled out a bloody coin purse from his breast pocket and check it contents. "Well, waste not, want not," she uttered casually, stuffing the purse in her bosom.

She closed the lid. "So, what are we gonna do with the girl?" she wondered aloud. "Send her up." Sweeney breathed darkly, his eyes transfixed on the now shinging razor. Her eyes flashed fear for a moment. "Nah, we don' 'ave to do tha', shes a simple thing."

His eyes narrowed, a dark glint in his eye. "Send her up!" the demon barber yelled angrily. She turned to look at him and walked to stand in front of him. "Now, Mr. T, don' you think ones enough for the day?" she whispered sweetly, pouting slightly.

She fluttered her lashes, "Besides, I though' about hirin' the lass to 'elp 'round the shop, me poor ol' bones not wot they used to be." she reasoned. He looked down at her for a moment before pushing past her. "Alright." he muttered and she grinned as he stood to gaze out the window.

"We'll 'ave to stock up on the sweets, though," she chimed cheerfully. "Lass 'as one 'ell of a sweet tooth." Sweeney wasn't listenting to her, however, as his breath hitched in his throat.

"The Judge." he growled. The baker looked slightly alarmed, a worried expression on her face. He looked around the room. "Get out." he muttered. She didn't move, instead staring into his coal black eyes.

"GET OUT!" he barked angrily. The baker quickly took that as her warning to leave. Slipping out the door and practically running down the stairs, she bumed into the Judge.

"'Xcuse me, your judgeness, didn' see ya there!" she said quickly as she hurried down the stairs, only to have him grab her wrist. He pulled her back to his chest as she struggled against him. "That is no way to treat a man, Lovett," he growled in her ear. Her skin burned at the contact of his hot breath on her neck.

She felt bile raise in her throat as she felt the coldness of his hand slowly sliding down the side of her body, resting on her hip. Turpin grinned as she struggled harder agasint him. "Well, I may no' be a high class lady," she hissed, wrenching herself out of his arms to glare hatefully at him. "But I sure as bloody 'ell know tha's not 'ow a man treats a woman!" he smirked at her as he crossed his arms.

"You're right, Lovett," Turpin spoke lowly, his voice sending chills up her spine. Nellie flinch as he caressed her cheek with his calloused hand. "Its how a man treats his whore." she ran into the pie shop without another word.

OH noez! Now Utrpin has his sights sent for Nellie! I actually like this couple, but only for smut mind you, I tried reading a story that they marry and actually have a relationship, and i thoguth it was disburing. 0_0 but i really liked to use this couple for a a chappie later int he story so the rating might change, but I'll ask you reviewers first:

DO you or do you not wnat Turpin to rape Nellie? Mind you, this will all be for the greater sweenettt or jamett purposes. OH, and also say who you're rooting for on this story: Sweenett or Jamett?