Olya was not disappointed in her covert surveillance of her lifetime lover's only daughter. Along with that yummy doctor, surgeon, or his professional title was. Her knowledge of the medical profession was limited to what she learned on the ID Channel.

It was her love for the grown woman who was like a daughter to her since Ivan's sixth wife, Neva's mother, had passed away, that kept her assuring Ivan that Doctor Rhodes was perfectly harmless and probably gay.

That morning, Olya had followed Neva to the dump where she had breakfast in with the blonde guy.

In one of her more covert outfit for stakeouts too.

Black leather pants, black snakeskin pumps, black turtleneck paired with her blackest wool trench coat topped off with her big black Jackie O sunglasses. Olya had gone mostly unnoticed that morning, thus giving her a prime view of the scene as it unfolded. Seeing a young couple in the middle of a heated verbal altercation, Olya was not at all surprised to see the male brandish a knife. Nor was she as shocked as the horrified crowd of people when the male attacked his female counterpart.

Olya's gaze instantly looked over to Neva to be sure she was safely out of the way. Only when she was sure that there was no risk of trampling from the fleeing people, she dug through her handbag.

A sense of urgency overcame Olya when she saw not only Doctor Rhodes, but Neva, go towards the deranged man. Another stranger joined them in an attempt to stop the violent attack. Having grown up on the streets of Moscow, Olya knew exactly how dangerous a knife could be in the hands of an angry person. Her fingers wrapped around what she'd been digging for and she surged forward.

Screams filled the street from people attempting to get away from violent scene.

When Olya caught a bright glimpse of blood she ran up to the fighting men, pulled her hand from her handbag producing her Viper Defender. According to the website, it was Mother of all Stunguns.

An angry crackling noise filled the air.

Upon pressing it into the knife wielding man's back he immediately tensed up. It was if he'd stuck a knife into an electrical outlet. After a moment, or two, Olya didn't exactly keep track of time, she pulled back and the man collapsed to the ground. For good measure she gave him another zap.

After which Olya's icy blue eyes narrowed in on Neva. When she was absolutely sure none of the blood belonged to her little protégé, she looked back at the doctor and other good Samaritan. Both men seemed surprised by the turn of events. "Olya," Connor blinked, right before he pointed at the man, "Make sure he doesn't get up. I don't want to get stabbed while waiting for the cops."

Connor then went over to Neva, satisfied that no one else would get hurt. Well, pretty satisfied that only one person would be on the receiving end of Olya's frightening looking device.

Dropping down onto the street just inches away from the sidewalk, Connor took a good look at the bloody scene that greeted him.

His eyes focused in on the many stab wounds then hovered around the worse.

Neva's hand was pressed against the side of the young woman's throat.

"Did you get it," he almost didn't ask.

A severing of the carotid artery was never just a bad thing. It was a mother of all nightmarish things combined with every terrible possibility out there.

"I got it."

"Both ends," Connor clarified.

Neva lifted her face to look him right in the eye. Voice completely composed. "I grabbed it before it retracted. I got it. You work on her lung."

Something that resembled the beginnings of hope began to spark, not unlike Olya's stungun, which sounded back to life that instant. Connor's gaze went back over the woman's bloody shirt as Neva spoke to her in a downright trancelike voice. A glance up confirmed the woman was alive and conscious. Although from the sounds of her breathing, it was painfully clear one of her lungs was filling with blood. Well on its way to collapsing. Connor could hear several people on their cell phones with nine-one-one.

Help was on the way.

Keeping her alive until she could get to the hospital was his number one plan. Part two of his plan was to assess the damage.

Part Two became a reality when a figure broke free from the crowd.

Maggie Lockwood ran through the crowd and at the sight of the one and only Connor Rhodes. She was both relieved and not at all surprised. It figured. On her first Sunday off that month too. Shopping bags in hand she hurried over to Connor. "Doctor Rhodes! I saw everything. What can I do?"

An angel from above was what she was in that moment. Connor's gaze went from her kind face to the plastic bags from Target. Expertly he tore the woman's shirt to get a look at the location of the stab wounds.

"One of your plastic bags. Your scarf too."

Maggie's scarf flew off around the same time she emptied one of her bags on the curb, all while kneeling down and going into Nurse Mode. Her soulful eyes darted up to the woman's neck where Neva's hand rested. Neva's other hand grabbed a handful of cotton that had fallen from the bag. The brand new t-shirt was pressed firmly against the woman's side.

Both Maggie and Connor mentally checked that off their triage list. While neither knew for sure how deep the bleeding wound was, just beneath that stab wound was the liver and that was right after the lung on their checklist.

Distantly came the sound of sirens.

Olya was not a fan.

Sensing the need to flee at the sound, which had become reflexive with her lifestyle. Olya stunned the knife bearing man one more time, before handing her stungun over to a woman, who she was positive had been on an episode of Doctor Phil for uncontrollable anger related issues. Said woman had been hurling insults at the stunned individual. Olya logically assumed that the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Nicki Minaj would not allow the man to escape. Not with how angry at him she was.

Olya then walked around the blood splattered pavement as best as she could before she was close enough to see Connor and one of the nurses from the hospital. Maggie placed a plastic bag on a profusely bleeding wound on the poor woman, followed by a scarf. Not wanting that image to be seared for too long in her memory Olya hunched over and waddled to Neva.

In Russian she asked, "Where's your purse? The cops are on their way. You don't need any trouble."

In the middle of speaking with the terrified victim, Neva did not respond right away. "I need you to focus and tell me what your blood type is. My wallet is inside my jacket. Take it and get out of here. The closest siren is from a cop car. When you get to the hospital you'll go into surgery pretty quickly and they'll need to know."

Olya did her best not to look at the college aged young woman in the eyes. She reached up under Neva and after some patting around, she grabbed a large cheetah print wallet. Olya then kissed Neva on the top of the head and jogged off as quickly as she could in four inch pumps. Scurry would be a better word.

Not that Neva paid much attention.

The woman who's artery she held between her fingertips gasped painfully. Sucking in the plastic bag. Her big hazel eyes widened in both shock and surprise at the sudden sensation.

Hands flew up as panic set in.

Connor's hand pressed over Neva's on the woman's side. Somewhat firmly he snapped in a tone that made Maggie glance up. Not just so much because of the tone, although she had not heard that out of Doctor Rhodes much at all. It was his use of the Arabic language.

"Calm her down! She's going to bleed out faster if she's fighting us."

Due to all the blood Neva's hand slid out from beneath Connor's with ease. Using that hand she grabbed the woman's chin and snugly held onto it, forcing eye contact. "Lady. Lady! You need to calm down. That pain you feel when you inhale is a bag plugging the puncture in your lung. An ambulance is on the way. You will make it to the hospital. Do you understand me? Can you hear me?" A slight nod was the answer Neva got so she continued while Maggie gave her an encouraging look. Both her hands firmly held her scarf over the plastic bag on the woman's side. "Your lung is going to collapse before you get to the hospital. You can live with one lung. Right now your most serious injury is a severed artery, which I am holding onto very tightly. That means I need you to hold still and to calm your breathing. When your lung collapses it will get harder to breathe, which is why you need to steady your breathing. Concentrate on your breathing…do you hear the sirens?"

Maggie gave Connor a pointed look, "Where did you find her?"

"Dubai," was his answer and for just a minute, that previous hope began to bloom into something. Maybe the woman would live. If Neva wasn't lying to calm her down and the artery was indeed the worst of it.

But the artery was not the worse.

"She's bleeding somewhere on her back now. My leg is getting wet." Neva announced with no hint of any emotion in her voice.

Maggie's eyebrows knit together at the frown on Connor's face. "What is it? What'd she say?"

He gestured underneath.

Maggie nodded knowingly and with a slip of her hand, she searched around until she found the source of the blood. Another stab wound? She discovered upon further inspection it was not. Seeing the knife mere feet away, and that it was not long enough to have gone through, Maggie felt around. A few seconds later she confirmed it was a broken rib. "Rhodes, you better tell one of those people on the phone to have the ED call up to the OR."