"Waverly Earp, if anything has happened to my woman I swear I'll make you regret ever bein' born," Doc threatened as he checked his pistol to make sure it was loaded and ready to go.

Wynonna sighed, the look of hurt on her face missed by the fuming gunslinger who was still inspecting his pistol, "Stow it Doc, so not helpful right now." Had he really just said 'my woman'? That was a little unexpected. She'd known that he and Lydia had been friendly but she didn't think it was anything serious. Well, they were just friends anyways so it shouldn't matter to her.

She received a glare for her efforts but it was Dolls who cut off her retort, "Waverly, Wynonna, head through the North side doors. Doc, we'll go in here. Keep it quiet and let's get Lydia out of here in one piece."

Adjusting his hat Doc glanced from the cause of all this trouble to Dolls and nodded his head, "Let's go then, I can't imagine Bobo is in there dancin' a square dance with her."

This had all started because of a hunch Waverly had had. Everyone had ignored her, pushed aside her claims of revenant activity. Well, everyone but Lydia. No, that crazy woman had listened and together the women had decided to check it out for themselves so they would have proof to bring back to Black Badge.

Proof came in the form of a captured Lydia and Waverly barely escaping to tell everyone about it. To say Doc was angry with her was an understatement. They had only just a week ago gotten Lydia back from the great outdoors, she still claimed to have been lost out there but Doc didn't believe that for a moment. Lydia had a great sense of direction and she hadn't been severely hurt so she had no excuse other than she was hiding something. The pair was still arguing over that one, she didn't trust him to not turn around and tell Black Badge about whatever it is she found out there.

As frustrating as that was he couldn't say if he'd report it to Dolls or not, he was hardly an official part of the team but he did work with Dolls and Wynonna on a lot of the revenant activities in Purgatory. He didn't like the demons anymore than they did so what else was he going to do while he went looking for the stone witch? Whatever it was that Lydia had found she was being very tight lipped about it, a fact he both hated and admired. The woman was true to her word and she'd said she'd given it to someone. But who could possibly be hiding out in the woods?

Turning his attention back to the warehouse they were standing outside of he held his guns at the ready, "She better be alive or I'll strangle Waverly myself."

Dolls shook his head, "Relax, Lydia seems like a tough woman and she's put up with you lately so I think she can handle Bobo."

As much as he wanted to go in guns blazing they had no idea what they might find inside. Lydia was a tough woman but Bobo had a century on her and he hadn't been a saint in all that time, there was a reason he was a revenant after all. To say Doc was worried about how Lydia had fared so far was a stretch, he was downright terrified he was going to open this door only to find her dead. The sick feeling in his stomach should have told him about his emotional state if he were paying attention but his mind was too focused on seeing her, knowing for himself she was okay.

And then a scream cut through the night air and Doc couldn't stop himself from rushing through the door ahead of Dolls. There were no revenants waiting which would have seemed odd had he been paying attention.

"Holliday," Dolls hissed as he followed behind. Cursing under his breath Dolls shook his head, love was a stupid thing, made people do stupid things.

Catching up to Doc he grabbed his shoulder to stop him, "Wait. Don't go off the reservation on me now. Keep it together or you aren't going to do her any good."

Doc glared with blazing blue eyes but took a deep breath to calm himself, "That bastard mule is hurting her."

Dolls nodded his head, "Most likely. You can't save her if they put you down with a bullet to the chest before they turn guns on her. Just take a minute to think. Follow my lead and we'll get her out of here, I promise."

They exchanged a look and finally with a heavy sigh Doc conceded Dolls had a point, "Fine, lead on then."

Going forward Dolls led the way, checking his corners and taking his sweet time about it as his training required. Doc on the other hand was sorely tempted to shoot the man in the foot and leave him behind, Lydia didn't have much time if Bobo or some other revenant was torturing her. This situation could have been completely avoided if Lydia had thought to mention her little excursion to him, he would have told her exactly how foolish it was. And... she would have told him to go to hell before going anyways. Doc didn't know what to do with her sometimes.

Turning a corner that let out into open warehouse floor space the pair stopped in their tracks. Doc was rooted to the spot, his stomach dropping out as he saw the scene laid out before him. Bobo Del Rey stood beside Lydia with the biggest grin on his face as he waited for this to all unfold.

Lydia meanwhile was strung up, her wrists shackled above her head which hung forward so they couldn't see her face through the curtain of her red hair. Blood had trickled down her arms from her wrists, the metal shackles, yes honest to goodness shackles, cutting into her skin. Her jeans had once been a blue light wash denim but were now stained with dirt and blood from at least three different cuts across her thighs. The shirt she'd been wearing had been torn completely down the middle to expose her bruising ribs and black bra that was thankfully still intact.

Doc was two seconds from leaving cover when Dolls grabbed his shoulder and shook his head, "He's baiting you. Don't." With a growl Doc was barely able to restrain himself. She was hurt and while it was her own fault for getting into this mess he couldn't help but want to save her from the pain she was in. John Henry Holliday knew he was in serious trouble with this woman as he looked on helplessly. He'd felt it when she'd gone missing before but now… now it was undeniable and right in his face.

"What, pray tell, do you propose to do?"

Dolls looked at the other man for a moment before releasing his hold on him as he considered the options. He couldn't see a good way to go about this. This was a trap, plain and simple.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. A dumb ass convention… minus the mass idiots… which makes me wonder where they are hiding," came Wynonna's voice as she looked around while stepping out into the open from the other side of the warehouse, Bobo turning to grin at her.

"Not exactly who I expected to come to the rescue but you'll do, heir."

She snorted, "You should have expected me. You don't get to take… her, one of my people without some consequences."

Bobo continued to grin as he moved to stand behind Lydia, his hands roaming her body which caused her to groan in protest or pain, "Aw, you're going to take away my new toy?"

Wynonna arched a brow, "I would think you can do better than her but hey, whatever floats your ass down the river, man."