Author: Warning, as mentioned in the previous chapter, this chapter gets a bit ugly. I'm trying to write this story side by side with the One Piece manga and anime. I'm super interested in Law's past (I'm sure most of us are) which is why I'm writing about it. I've always wondered what it was that Doflamingo did to Law to make him want to leave his crew and start a new one. In Punk Hazard you can just tell Law's past was dark and I know that Nami's just the kind of girl who could handle it. I have a good feeling we will find more about Law in the manga very soon as Doflamingo's S.A.D. factory is getting destroyed! So excited! So there is a reason for my madness... i think ;) But don't worry, even though i'll be touching on some heavy subjects love and friendship always wins out in my book. Thank you again for reviewing, commenting, correcting my bad grammar.. etc. I really love my readers input on my stories because that is exactly what fan fictions are all about.

Nami handed Law a pair of latex gloves, like she did before every surgery. "So, what kind of surgery are we performing today doctor?" Nami asked trying to pull a little more information out of her boyfriend. "I don't know." Law replied honestly. Nami shook her head, she didn't understand "What do you mean, you don't know? You always know." She smiled awkwardly. Law took the gloves from her and put them on over his tattooed hands, "Whatever comes through that door is just as much a surprise to me and it is to you. My only job is to follow orders." Now Nami was really confused and just a bit scared, "But its YOUR hospital? You don't know everything that goes on in your own hospital?" Nami put on a pair of latex gloves as well and handed Law a facial mask. "Well, it isn't exactly my hospital." He said hesitantly. What, Nami thought, what is this? Who the hell was she dating again? She was starting to think it wasn't just Vivi who didn't know her own boyfriend. And why did he choose to bring her into this just now? Why not when he asked her to be his girlfriend? Isn't this the kind of thing you warn people about before they get close to you? One would think…

"I just want to get through this without any questions, okay? And I promise, afterwards, I will answer whatever I can. I just have a feeling that even if I told you what you needed to know, you just wouldn't believe me, it's a pretty heavy topic. Its just better this way, for now." Law reached over and stroked Nami's cheek. "You're my boyfriend, why wouldn't I believe you?" She said. "Nami promise me, you won't leave the hospital and you won't judge my practices until after the surgery is done and my client has left." He said. Client? Nami had way too many questions now. She thought she should start making a list starting with, what have you not lied to me about? Nami pouted, none of this seemed right. "I promise," She sighed. Law held her in his arms, "I love you Nami." Nami was 100% certain that wasn't a lie.

Over Law's shoulder, Nami noticed a figure through the operating room's window, standing just outside and peering in. "Should I tell that man that he isn't allowed back here?" Nami asked still locked in Law's embrace. Law turned around, "No Nami. That man is the exception to almost every rule I've ever made." Law didn't sound happy at all. Nami let go of him and walked over to the door, she opened it and said, "Can I help you?"

This must have been the tallest man she had ever seen. He was dressed in tacky printed shorts, a loose white button up and who the hell wore sunglasses inside a hospital? Unless he was blind, but Nami highly doubted that. This wasn't a day spa, this man couldn't be in the right place. She almost wanted to laugh. Even though this guy was so unbelievable tall, he was very thin, with long gangly limbs.

"You found yourself a new assistant I see." The man said. But Law didn't say anything back. "She's beautiful," he continued stepping closer to her. He took his long index finger and tilted up Nami's chin. "What's your name sweetheart?" He asked. Nami blushed, "Umm it's Nami." She answered even though she really wished she didn't have to. "Call me Joker," he said. Nami eyed him funny, was he being serious? That's what he went by? How stupid was that, Nami thought. Although she had to admit he certainly looked like a joke. She wondered if she should have made up a fake name too.

"Did you really think this was wise of you Law? To bring your girlfriend into this?" Joker asked him. The way he talked to Law, it was almost like Law was his little brother. "I thought you once said that you had trusted my judgment," Law replied. "And so I did," Joker said motioning in two more people with his finger. They were carrying a large body bag with them.

Nami knew exactly what was happening now. Although, she hoped she was wrong, she knew she wasn't. Did these people pay Law to clean up their dirty work? The two people who came in looked really weird too, maybe even weirder then Joker, if that was possible. One was a man that looked like a giant rodent and the other one was a woman. They walked into the middle of the room and dumped the body bag on the operating table. Law winced, he really wished they had been more careful with his patients, after all they did expect him to fix them up, right?

Nami noticed that the woman was smoking a cigarette. She crossed her arms. "This is a smoke-free hospital miss, you will have to finish your cigarette in the parking lot." Nami said and Joker smiled, the woman just glared at her. What did she say something wrong? Hadn't Law asked her to be on her best behavior today? Joker started to laugh, breaking the awkward silence, "I like her Law, she'll fit right into the family." On the contraire, Nami sure positive she wanted nothing to do with this "family."

Nami's heart started pounding as the body bag wiggled around and made muffled sounds. "Nami, can you hand me some restraints?" Law asked. Nami nodded, she fished through a few drawers before she found a pair of arm and legs restraints, then she handed them to Law. Law unzipped the body bag, it filled the air will a foul smell. Something that smelled like wet metal and spoiled milk. Nami back away from the body and put a hand over her mouth to keep from gaging until she could get a medical mask over her face. Even then, the smell could still penetrate through. Nami was sure if she looked in the mirror, her face would be sheet white.

She watched as Law and one of Joker's men picked up the body while that woman, still smoking her cigarette regardless of Nami's warning, took the bag out from under their new patient. Bodily juices of some kind spilled all over the table and floor. There was no way Law could get her to clean up this room after they were done. She didn't think a gallon of bleach could sanitize this crap. It was awful. She thought she would have only seen something this gruesome in a horror movie.

When she got a bit closer, she could tell the patient was male, and that, at some point, he had brown hair. He was beaten, covered in bruises and chemically burnt pretty badly. It looked like his skin was pealing right off of him like a banana. But most noticeably, there was a deep thick cut running from the bottom of his chin to his belly button. And there was a cloth shoved in his mouth and a piece of tape over it.

Nami should call the police now, right? She and Law should get the hell out of here. As soon as these assholes left, she would dial 911 and this nightmare would end. Law… what have you done, she thought. He could still get out of this too though, he could pretend like his life was at risk if he didn't do what these people asked. Right? Somehow, Nami didn't think life was that easy. Especially after starring at the bloody body in front of her.

"How much longer do you need him to live?" Law asked. Nami gasped. What kind of a question was that? "Just one day more, do what you can, Surgeon of Death. We will leave you two alone." Joker said smiling at Nami, then he left the room. The other two followed their boss out the door.

As soon as they were gone Nami screamed. "Law its okay! You fix him up and I'll call the cops okay? Everything's going to be fine if we tell them everything we know. But we have to do it now before those people come back!" Nami took out her cell phone and Law grabbed it out of her hand, "No Nami, we aren't doing that. Now hand me a shit ton of dressing before this guy bleeds out." Nami looked at him like he was crazy. Then she looked at her phone, gross, it was covered in blood. Realizing what he had done to her phone, she dropped it in the hazardous waste bin. "I'm so sorry Nami, I'll get you a new phone tomorrow, a better one." Law promised, then he returned to work like it was no big deal.

"What the hell do they have on you? Why are they making you do this? Who the hell is the Surgeon of Death?! Tell me!" She yelled. Law rolled her eyes, "Nami my patient is dying, are you going to help me or not? If not please send in Penguin." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Law had become so desensitized to this stuff that nothing he saw in this hospital could surprise him. Actually, the only time he had been surprised in the past six years was when he saw Ace, carrying Nami in through his emergency room. Other then that, nothing bothered him.

Nami grabbed whatever Law had asked her for and walked over to the patient, holding some dressing by her side. She looked into the poor man's eyes. What the hell did this guy do to deserve this, she thought. No one deserved this. "Why did they hurt him?" She asked. Law shook his head, "I don't ask. But knowing Joker, this guy did something really stupid. Joker doesn't waste his time on just anyone." Nami handed Law more dressing, "Why is his name Joker?" She asked. "That's not really his name, that's just what they call him in the underground world." He said. The underground world… like prostitution, drugs and guns? Why would Law work for someone like that? "So your underground name is the Surgeon of Death?" She asked. "That's what they call me," he said. Nami looked at his fingers, she could still see the words DEATH tattooed on his knuckles, even though his latex gloves.

Damn it she was such a stupid girl, why did shit like this always seem to happen to her? She remembered, when she was a little girl, she had to watch her adoptive mother, Bellemere, die right in front of her, just because her family didn't have enough money to give to a group of dirty ruthless thugs. She looked at the tattoo on her arm. She remembered all that she had sacrificed to keep her family safe. Or, whatever remained of her family. She had to work for those assholes to save the people she cared about. Was Joker one of those kind of guys? Was Law one of those guys?

Her mother and her sister Nojiko were the only two people Nami had ever cared about before she met her friends. Nami eyes filled with tears. She really liked her new life. She didn't want to relive anything even remotely like her old life. She left her sins behind her when she had gotten that stupid gang's tattoo on her arm removed and replaced with this one. But it was too late now, she was already too involved with Law. She was part of a crime. If her mother were still alive, what would she think of Nami now? She would be so ashamed. After all, Bellemere used to be a cop.

Nami removed the tape from the man's mouth while Law stitched up his insides. She gently took the cloth out of his mouth. The man was crying. "Shh, its okay. Everything's going to be okay." She told him and stroked his head. Law grabbed her hand and shook his head. "Never lie to a patient Nami." Law told her. Nami started crying. "He's not going to be okay? But you're a great doctor, you can…" Nami stopped. They weren't here to help him. That's what Law had said. Nami stumbled backwards, feeling defeated. She fell against the wall and burst into tears.

Law bit his lip, goddamn it, he thought. He knew this wasn't going to end well. He wished he had the will to hide this from her. He hit the button by the door to call for a nurse's assistance and Penguin came rushing into the room. The man on the table started crying hard and penguin put the restraints on the patient's arms and legs. Nami watching his blood drip off the sides of the operating table and spattering onto the floor like wet paint. She had no idea a human could contain so much blood. She felt like she was going to throw up. No, she knew she was going to throw up! She ran out the door of the operating room, across the hall and into the bathroom. She removed her gloves, they were covered in blood. And now the door handles and bathroom stall would be too. She removed her face mask and gagged and coughed into the toilet, sobbing and holding her forehead. What the hell was this shit?! Who the fuck would do this?!

She flushed the toilet and stumbled over to the sink. She ran her hands under the cold water and splashed her face. When she looked up into the mirror, she could see that she wasn't alone. That woman smoking the cigarette was standing behind her. Nami screamed. "Relax," the woman said, "I'm not here to hurt you." Nami grabbed the woman's arm forcefully, "What is this shit! I want answers!" Nami yelled. "Who are you! What do you people do! What is Law doing!" She cried. "I'm Baby 5, and I really can't tell you anything more." The woman said. "Please! Please help me!" Nami cried. Baby 5 blushed, "You… you need my help?" Nami looked up at her, what a weird girl, she thought. "Yes! Yes I need your help! Please tell me what this is all about!" Nami begged.

Baby 5 looked like she was about to cry, she was so happy, "Well if you really need me! I'll tell you," she smiled. Nami dried her face. "The Surgeon of Death works for my boss, Joker. We all do. Law's our personal doctor and one of the young master's favorites. Young master took Law in a long time ago and offered him the world, he's so kind like that when he's not killing the men I love!" Baby 5 rambled on about that crazy looking guy. Nami had a headache, this was getting too weird. Why did Baby 5 call him master? That's REALLY strange… It didn't look like she was getting much of anywhere with this woman though, so she left.

Nami walked out of the bathroom, leaving Baby 5 there who was still talking on and on about nothing. Baby 5 clearly had some social issues that she needed to work out and Nami wasn't going to be the one to help her. Nami picked an empty hospital room and laid down on the bed. She really didn't feel good. She closed her eyes tight. She started counting her breathes trying to calm herself down. Stress really wasn't good for her. She moaned and held her stomach, feeling like she'd throw up again. Then she heard the door open. She bolted up out of the bed and Joker walked in and had a seat next to her. "Mind if I join you?" He asked smiling, knowing she didn't have much of a choice.