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Dr. Jones

When she woke up, all her muscles tightened preparing her body for another blow... which never came. She didn't move or even opened her eyes; she just remained still wondering what was going on. She realized she wasn't in the dark building anymore, because now she was lying on some soft surface. Was it leather? But where was she then? She tried paying attention to her surroundings, but she only succeeded in realizing she was in a car. A warm car. For some reason she felt save. Why, she didn't know, she tried to recall what had happened and suddenly she remembered the voice!

Never before had she heard such a beautiful, scary, calm, cold voice, like a diamond cutting through the air. She heard the engine growling when the driver ordered it to stop and then a quiet cursing reach her ears – it belonged to the same who had rescued her! Or at least that was what she hoped. Right now she didn't care if her driver was some homicidal lunatic, she felt save and warm. She gave a whimpering sound and then fell asleep again, dreaming of the mysterious owner of the voice.

Kaiba cursed as the traffic light changed to red and he had to stop. What is the point of owning a big expensive car if you have to stop by every god damn traffic light he thought by himself. Then he heard a sound from the backseat and remembered what he had to do.

He looked at his watch; almost 5 o'clock in the morning. He didn't liked waking his brother up this early in the morning, but today it was necessary. He hit the speed dial and waited.

"Seto??" a sleepy voice asked. "Mokuba, I need you to call Dr. Jones and get him to come over at once, say that it's urgent".

"Is there something wrong?" suddenly Mokuba wide awake, his voice filled with worry. "No, nothing's wrong. Just call the doctor. Tell him to bring first-aid kit" Kaiba said, "make sure to do it as discreet as possible".

Mokuba sounded confused: "I will... but why?".

"I'll explain when I get home... Sorry I woke you up" Kaiba hanged up. He glanced at the girl "well, I'm glad I didn't let that dumb-ass idiot handle this. Could have gotten messy" he thought and speeded the car up.

Mokuba looked confused at the phone in his hand. Why did he want Dr. Jones? "He only uses him, when he has had accidents with some of his new invention and he doesn't want to go to a hospital, fearing someone would learn something about his projects." Mokuba thought; "He even hates like the guy!"

More confused than ever Mokuba got up and called Dr. Jones.

Kaiba drove into the garage and stopped the car. He leaned back in the car seat and closed his eyes. He needed to think this through; it had been the right choice to bring in Dr. Jones, who at least was known for his discretion. Even though Kaiba didn't like the guy, he knew he could trust him to keep his mouth shut!

He heard movement from the behind him and turned. It was only the girl shifting position. He let out a sigh and got out off the car. "This day just keep getting more and more irritating."

Mokuba was shocked when he realised what his brother was carrying – it was a person! When they got closer he saw the blood. He could feel his blood freeze in his veins. "What has happened?!" this question repeated itself over and over again until his brother's voice broke the silence.

"Mokuba, I need you to get the room in the farthest end of the west wing ready!"

Mokuba slowly nodded, then turned and started running up the stairs, heading for the west wing. "Why?" he wondered "why the west wing? The only thing there is Seto's work rooms. No one ever comes there except the occasional maid, who keeps the rooms clean."

He reached the room, inhaling and exhaling heavy to catch his breath again. This was too early for this kind of running.

He looked around and saw that this was one of the many bedrooms in the mansion. He turned the light on and then went to see if the light and water in the belonging bathroom worked... It did. He returned to the room and removed the beddings, and then he sat down and waited. He didn't have to wait long.

Kaiba walked in and carefully placed the unconscious girl (Mokuba now saw) on the bed.

"When does Dr. Jones arrive?"

"In about..." Mokuba checked his watch "... 15 minutes."

None of the brothers said anything for a while until Mokuba broke the silence: "Brother, will you please tell me what happened."

Kaiba looked and him for a moment and then told Mokuba the whole story about the incompetent security guard (who still would get a dismissal note later), the big man and the fire.

Mokuba couldn't believe his own ears! This was terrible! "But why didn't you just drive her to the nearest hospital or call for an ambulance?"

"Because" Kaiba said, rubbing his temple. The need for sleep started to kick in. "Because, firstly I want to know what the hell this man was doing on my property. Secondly this man is now dead and even though I doubt many will miss him, the consequences of bringing her" he nodded towards the girl "to a hospital will mean a lot of questions and maybe even police interrogations. Thirdly I want to know why one little girl could cause so many troubles."

Mokuba saw the sense in this. That's why he needed Dr. Jones and that's why the girl had to be in one of the least trafficked rooms. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. It was Dr. Jones (speaking of the devil).

Dr. Jones was one of those people you look at for a moment and then you forget how he looks. He was an ordinary man, no, not even an ordinary man – he was transparent.

Kaiba got up and walked past him, followed by Mokuba. "You know what to do" he said as they went through the door.

Outside in the corridor Kaiba leaned against the wall. "Why couldn't that damn girl have been in someone else's warehouse instead of mine!?" He cursed by himself "and why should it be so damn hard to fall asleep!"

15 minutes passed by and Kaiba started to feel impatient and even more annoyed than he had been the whole morning (night). He looked at his watch it was 6 o'clock. He closed his eyes and thought of his options concerning the girl. He couldn't kick her out before she was fully recovered; if she needed some help in that condition it was sure to raise a lot of questions and the last thing he needed know was nosy cops and the even more nosy journalists. "Well, that leaves only one option left, she has to stay until she is recovered." Before he could reflect on all the annoyances this girl would cause, Dr. Jones stepped out.

"She is badly injured. A broken nose, three broken fingers on her left hand, four broken ribs; three in the right side and one in the left, her right wrist is sprained. She has massive bruises everywhere, though it's worst on her back and shoulders. The grazes on her knees isn't as bad as they look. Besides all that she is dehydrated and starved. Luckily none of her internal organs was damaged even though it seems like she has taken quite a few blows to it. I have treated all the injuries and given her a heavy shot of morphine. As for my payment..."

"It's already on your bank account" Kaiba interrupted.

"Thank you Sir. I will have to attend her in a few days. Good day."

And with these words Dr. Jones left.

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