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They were curled up on the couch together when it started. Nellie was snuggled into Sweeney's chest and he had his arms around her, keeping a firm grip on her waist. They had been sitting like this for quite some time, talking about baby names.
"What do you think of Abigail?" She asked, glancing up at him.
"Yes, that's fine."
" You've said that for every name I've suggested. Are you even listening?" There was a knock at the front door before he replied. She sighed and walked over to answer it, with Sweeney close at her heels.
"Mrs. Todd?" The man standing in the door way asked, a heavy Southern American accent lacing his words.
"Yes, and who are you?" Sweeney stood in the shadows, out of sight as Nellie talked to the mysterious man.
"My name is Timothy Williams." The man was well built, with grey eyes and light brown hair. "Your husband, Mr. Sweeney Todd, is he home?"
"Why do you need to know?" She inquired.
"Is he, or is he not in the building? If you do not answer me, I will have to come in and search your house."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Mrs. Todd, I will give you one last chance. If you don't tell me if he's in the house, I yank you out of the house, break down this door and search myself." The man growled, glaring down at her. Nellie opened her mouth the respond, but she couldn't manage to find her voice.
"Don't touch her." Sweeney stepped out of the shadows, glaring at the mystery man. He stepped in front of his baffled wife and looked directly into the man's eyes. "What do you want?"
"I'd prefer to speak to you alone." The man glanced down at the baker.
"Anything you say to me, can be said in front of my wife."
"I disagree. What I'm about to tell you could greatly upset your wife, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" The man held a piece of paper up to Sweeney's face. The barber read it over quickly, his face paling as he read.
"Nellie, get in the house." He growled.
"Why? What is that?" She asked, her eyes filling with worry.
"Just do as I say and get in the house. Don't come out until I say so, understand?" She nodded quickly, noticing the sudden change in his expression. She shut the door without another word, leaving the two men standing on the porch alone. "Who are you and where did you get that?" Sweeney gestured the all too familiar letter.
"As I told your wife, my name is Timothy Williams. That letter was found in the late Judge Turpin's office about a year ago." Sweeny looked down at the letter again. It was the letter he had written to the Judge the night he murdered him.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, there are many things that I want, Mr. Todd. And there are many things you can do for me."
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is, if this falls into the wrong hands, you could get into a lot of trouble. It would prove that you were the last person to see the Judge Turpin before he died. And you don't have to be educated to put two and two together. You murdered Turpin."
Inside, the barber was panicking. The man was right, you didn't need to be a genius to figure out that he had been the last person Turpin saw before he conveniently died in a fire that both occupants of the building had survived. If someone were to bring the letter to the police, there would be a potential problem.
"So, you are going to blackmail me with that?" He asked.
"This and a few other items that I managed scrape together from the ashes of your old residence."
"What else could you possibly have?"
"Now why would I tell you, when I could have fun by keeping it a secret."
"And what exactly do you want?"
"There are a few men I'd like to see…gone. Money. And a pretty little whore is always nice. I always had a thing for tramps with red hair." The man smirked.
"Don't talk about my wife that way. I'll do what you want, just leave her alone."
"I can't promise you that." The barber lunged at the man after hearing that. "I wouldn't do this if I were you." He said, trying to fight Sweeney off. "I have friends who know about this letter and the other evidence. If you kill me that would get you hung for sure."
"You won't touch my wife. She will not be involved in this in any way!"
"But Mr. Todd," Timothy finally wrestled Sweeney off of him. "surly you wouldn't mind turning a blind eye for just one night, and handing off your wife to me." A sickening smile broke out onto the man's face. "I'll be back soon, Mr. Todd." And with that, he turned and left.
"What's going on? What happened?" Nellie asked as soon as Sweeney walked in through the front door.
He shook his head, "Nothing you need to worry about."
"But I heard shouting, and when I glanced out the window I saw you tackling that man."
"Please Nellie, I don't want you to worry. Everything is fine, it's just business."
She sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to get a straight answer out of him. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't tell exactly what. "Promise me, you'll be safe and don't get into any trouble."
"Nellie, you know that I love you and-"
She shook her head, looking him directly in the eyes, "No, promise me."
"I love you, and I will do anything to protect you. So I promise that you," He glanced down at her stomach "and our children will always be safe. I will do my best to stay safe as well, but you will always come first."
A/N: Awwww! I know, the end was a little OOC again, but I'm trying to show the more "caring" side of our favorite barber so…let me know what you think! As always please REVIEW! I love you all!