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Breakin' teeth down in, tent one
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won
I needed some satis-faction
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won

Around the baby it felt so bad,
I'd had enough of Fern,
She gave me a real ton of crap
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won.

She's robbed people of their, rations
She fought the law and the, law won
She fought the law and the, law won
She missed her baby and she, missed fun
She fought the law and the, law won
She fought the law and the, law won

Around the baby it felt so bad,
I'd had enough of Fern,
She gave me a real ton of crap
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won.

In adjacent cells, with a typical barred door, Kate and Fern have been incarcerated. Fern has spent most of her incarceration so far sobbing loudly, but it hasn't got her any more than the bread and water Kate got.

There is one guard, who looks tired, and is sitting down the end of the corridor with a newspaper. There is a barred window in each cell, a non-lit fireplace near the guard, and a large barred window at the other end of the corridor.

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She keeps her eyes on him the whole time he fusses, biting back a smirk. Hands curled around the bars and her forehead resting against one, she lets the grin break loose when he finds the key that fits the lock.

"My hero."

Is that sincerity or sarcasm? It's always so hard to tell with Kate.

The quick peck he gets when she makes her way to the other side of the bars might give him a clue, however.

"You can kill someone doing that. Carlotta says. She should know, having been trained in detail how to kill people.

She peeps at Fern to make sure she's asleep, then gathers up the monkey and gestures to get out.

The statement and subsequent kiss from Kate might make Tommy smirk a little but it doesn't mean that he doesn't grow just a bit warm under his collar, and that's not just because of the adrenaline.

They start to sneak past the guard.

"I didn't bump him that hard," he mutters, and he leaves the keys where the guard can get to them (well, at least not without some effort).

She glances at the guard, slumped over in his chair.

(For a fraction of a second, she sees a red lipstick stain on his face and a gold badge on his chest.)

"How many more are there?"

She keeps close to Carlotta, though not so close as to get in the monkey's space. He's clearly a wily creature, and she wouldn't be surprised if he was carrying a concealed weapon.

He eyes her.

She pretends not to be intimidated.

"One, having a smoke outside." Carlotta says. "We must hurry not to wake Fern."

Tommy brings up the rear as they creep toward the exit.

"Should somebody distract the other guard?"

He eyes the monkey pointedly.

Kate glances between Tommy and the monkey, her lips twitching.

"Glad you two have made amends."

The monkey rolls his eyes, bounces outside, and picks up a rock. Then, with expert aim, throws it into some bins down an alleyway, before sprinting in the other direction.

"I must remember to up his pay." Carlotta says, following the monkey and waving Kate and Tommy to follow.

Tommy raises his eyebrows, thoroughly impressed. "Huh. Good arm."

He hurriedly follows Kate and Carlotta, glancing behind him to make sure the cop hasn't discovered the ruse yet.

She isn't sure whether she should be impressed or terrified.

(Part of her is hoping she won't have to spend the rest of the night in Carlotta's world, however. For fear the monkey might try to kill her in her sleep.)

"I don't reckon we have some getaway horses hitched up somewhere?"

"Nope." Carlotta says, when they're well away from the guard. "Too obvious and noisy. We just have to walk a bit."

The monkey climbs up on her shoulder.

Nobody seems to be following them, so at least there's that. Not that it means they can take their time, and they hustle through the shadows.

Tommy comes up alongside Kate and their hands brush against one another.

"I take back everything I said about the monkey, by the way."

"An' I heartily apologize for any, ah, misconduct."

The remark is directed at the monkey, who looks only slightly less judgmental than he did earlier.

She assumes the sigh he heaves is his way of accepting her apology.

Without even thinking about it, her fingers thread with Tommy's when she feels the brush of his knuckles. It's momentary, but intimate for how absent it is.

"Hey, it was Fern that started it." Carlotta says, oblivious of the monkey's earlier role in, er, hanky panky prevention.

"Well, I hope she don't continue things once she gets outta jail," he says to Carlotta.

Squeezing Kate's hand becomes an immediate reflex, even before he glances at her in the dimness.

"I ain't sure she's learned her lesson," she sighs. "An' I most certainly haven't, so if she comes 'round startin' trouble again all y'gotta do is come get me."

There's a hard set to her jaw, even as she catches Tommy looking at her from the corner of her eye. She glances up at him —

— and softens, a smile playing at her lips as her fingers run along the side of his palm.

As they reach the outskirts of the circus camp, they almost collide with a shadowy figure in the bushes...

Carlotta stops short and so does Tommy before he bumps into her (and the monkey), and he grasps Kate's hand tighter as the figure in the bushes triggers his fight-or-flight impulses (though mostly the fight).

Kate could do to have a few more flight impulses.

As it is, she protectively crosses her arm over his middle, reaching out for Carlotta with her free hand.

Carlotta moves away from the hand, grabs the shadowy figure, and with military precision, slams them against a tree.

"Ow!" the shadowy figure says.

"Will!" Carlotta hisses, letting him go. "You're supposed to be watching Molly!"

"'Toria's got her." Will says. "I came t'find you."

"How much did you drink?" Carlotta asks.

"Bit of wedding beer, stop fussing."

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"Jeezus," he exhales -- one part impressed at Carlotta's skill, the other part relieved that it's just her her husband.

Kate lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, relaxing minutely. She keeps her arm where it is.

"Has there been any more trouble here?"

"Yeah, our bed is all cold." Will says. "So I came t'get my lovely bride an carry her over the threshold."

He attempts to scoop Carlotta up at this point, but succeeds only in overbalancing and falling into a holly bush.

Carlotta rolls her eyes and picks him up instead.

"You already did that earlier." She says, carrying him towards the camp.

"We can't have more sex?" Will asks, pouting.

"Shh! We have guests!"

Tommy doesn't mind Kate's arm being where it is, but it's a little unnecessary now that the threat was a false alarm. Who knew Kate had an inner soccer mom?

Raising his eyebrows in amusement at Carlotta and Will's exchange, though he's especially amused when she picks him up, he takes Kate's arm and hooks it through his own before they follow them.

"Hey, it's your wedding night, don't let us stop ya," he says with a low chuckle.

She exhales a laugh, surprised — but unbothered — by the exchange.

And equally surprised when Tommy repositions her arm, hooking it with his.

"Oh, gracious, no. Don't let us stop you. It's a happy occasion."

Her face grows a little warm.

"However, perhaps Tommy an' I should find our way out first."

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