Title: Helping Hand
Spoilers: The Alabasta arc in general just to be safe
Summary: Missing scene set after the showndown between Zoro, Nami, and their respective Baroque Works run-ins.
Nami used the staff to keep her balance as she searched the streets for Zoro. She had no doubts about the fact that he would win against whoever had been stupid enough to fight him, but knowing him, he wasn't anywhere near where they had started out. Sighing, she brushed her bangs back and continued to look for the missing swordsman.

Tripping over a stray rock, she cursed as her wound protested the awkward movement. A voice interrupted her tirade about rubble and when she looked up, she found Zoro smirking in her direction. Glaring, she picked up the staff and aimed it at his head, throwing it with every bit of force she could muster.

The staff hit its mark but before she could say anything, Nami stumbled to the ground, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Sitting up, she noticed Zoro's stunned face. "Not a word!"

Zoro nodded, smirking a bit. Picking himself off the ground, he made his way to Nami's side and helped her up, returning her staff. She leaned against him for a moment, testing out her leg. Attempting to take a step forward, she nearly fell flat on her face. Zoro steadied her and sighed. "What the hell did you do?"

Sticking her tongue out, Nami replied, "I kicked some ass. And then I got stabbed by a metal spike."

Zoro glanced at her and she raised an eyebrow. He sighed, leaning down before her. "There's no other choice, hop on."

Nami hesitantly approached him before wrinkling her nose in distaste. "You're all bloody."

"And so are you. Now hop on before I change my mind."

Nami did as she was told, squeaking in surprise when Zoro leapt up, nearly dropping her. Smacking him in the back of the head, she growled, "If anything happens to these clothes, you're buying me new ones."

Zoro laughed. "They were free and you already have plenty of clothes. You know I couldn't afford anything you set your sights on."

Nami huffed and poked him in the side, making him wince. "That's your problem, not mine."

"Shut up and hold on or I'll leave you sitting in the sand."

Nami held her tongue, wrapping her arms around Zoro's neck as he trekked through the rubble surrounding them. She let herself relax, closing her eyes as Zoro searched for any sign of their friends. Zoro gruffly asked if she was comfortable and Nami softly thanked him for carrying her, deciding that perhaps the swordsman wasn't half bad. Even though he rarely showed it, he certainly knew how to treat a lady.