An: So there's a lemon hidden within this chapter. For those of you who like lemons- enjoy.

Did I have a certain look in my eyes when I wanted to display my affection to my captain? I wondered.

Surely not. But according to him he knew this look.

I couldn't stop the smile that lazily spread itself across my face as I wrapped my arms around his neck and began playing with the little hairs at the nape of his neck. "Yes, I believe you do." As I spoke I rested my forehead on his hoping that he'd reach for the kiss and not wait for it to come to him. But when he didn't try, when he didn't react in the slightest I frowned and huffed, "You're no fun." Maybe he'd get the hint.

That brought about a chuckle and a hand skimming up my arm leaving a wake of goosebumps. "We'll see about that Miss Sienna." His voice was low, bordering on sexy and I wondered if he knew it. His words, his voice, they made me shudder. I couldn't bring myself to correct him this time. The way he said those last two words, as if he had something in store.

Suddenly anticipation rose up inside me as I began leaving butterfly kisses all over his face. I was testing his patience, seeing how long he'd let me test him like this. I was trying to make him make the first move. I was teasing him, though it was probably just an annoyance to him. But maybe I was the only one who wanted to show my affection at the moment.

I kissed his forehead and his cheeks, the tips of his nose and was about to place one on his strong jaw when one of his tattooed hands captured my chin in a firm grasp, putting a halt to the fluttering pecks, just seconds before his lips grazed and pressed against mine.

Only his lips didn't linger against mine for long. When he pulled away, breaking the kiss, I leaned forwards and blindly followed trying to regain the contact he had just broken. I didn't know when we were going to have another chance at this and god only knew neither of us would want to openly display our affection at a later time. Neither of us were the hand holding, making out in public kind of people. Though I did enjoy sitting with him against Bepo on occasion. And I know that he liked coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my just to startle me. But that was the extent of our affection when not behind closed doors.

Instead of giving me a kiss that stole my breath or blew me away, his mouth ghosted my jaw line, trailing little kisses over to my ear. Before kissing my neck he lightly bit my earlobe, extracting another gasp of surprise. Little licks and kisses were sporadically placed down my neck. Each one sending waves of pleasure down my spine in the form of shivers that I knew he could feel. They also tickled, making me giggle childishly, but the hand on my waist kept me from squirming too much.

The hand that was holding my chin released its grasp and instead wandered around my body, scorching the places they touched, before landing on the other side of my waist.

My arms and legs clung to him as if he might just disappear if I didn't hold him tight enough. I wanted him close to me, pressed up against my body. I wanted to feel the man before me. The close proximity now wasn't enough. Actually I don't think we could get too close to each other.

"No fair." I muttered, my voice cracking at the last word as I tilted my head back so that he had better access to my sensitive neck as he continued his slow attack. I suppose though this was his way of punishing me for having tried to tease him, no matter how epicly I had failed in the end.

It really was no fair. Law was doing a damn good job at teasing me. I was putty in his hands, I would do just about anything he asked. Compared to my futile and laughable efforts this was over the top. I tightened the hold my legs had around him, pulling him between my legs. I didn't want him to pull away, to just smirk. I wasn't going to let him go anywhere. It's not like we had anywhere to be after all.

I sharply sucked in a gasp of air when his teeth grazed the skin of my neck before sharply nipping at it. Of course that was only after the quiet words, "I'm afraid this is only fair."

Thankfully he hadn't said Miss or Lady Sienna because that would have ruined the mood. Though how long the mood would be ruined as he continued to litter my neck with bites and kisses I would never know.

My arms unwrapped from around his neck and took their time sliding down his strong, still clothed chest until they reached the hem of the hoodie that was just like the one that was still lying in the corner of the bathroom. Only it was missing his jolly roger and was red instead of yellow, but it had the black sleeves and was a hoodie. For a few seconds I played with the hem of his hoodie debating whether I should just take it off or reach up under it but leave it on. But after a particularly hard bite that made me not only jump but also yelp I yanked the fabric up, pulled it off over his head and tossed it into the corner of clothing that had been steadily growing as we spent more and more time in the bathroom.

Once it cleared his head his descent down my neck came to an abrupt halt as our mouths caught each other's. I pulled him close arching my back into him. I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine, I wanted more than our lips to be touching. I pulled him as close to me as he could go and scooted to the very edge of the counter to press myself against him until there was virtually no space between the two of us. But even then, even when I could feel the warmth of his body against mine I didn't get the privilege of skin on skin contact. My lips tugged down into a frown and a small growl grumbled low in my throat as I mentally cursed the bandages and the fact that Law couldn't have ignored the injuries for just a little bit.

But I lost my train of though by the marvelous feeling of long fingers raking through my hair, tugging at the tangles that were due to a mixture of events from the last few days. I actually really liked people messing with my hair, it felt so good, even when there were tangles to get caught on and then yanked out. My hands began their ritual of memorizing every inch his muscular chest, torso, and shoulders as if every contour, wasn't already known to them, as if my fingertips and my hands had forgotten the minute details and needed to be reminded.

We were so wrapped up in each other, so intent on touching each other and using the simplest of things to get the other to bend to their will, that when a knock came from the other side of the door I jumped, jerking away from Law to look towards the where the knock had come from.

On the back of the door hung a mirror and in that mirror a girl was staring wide eyed back at me, her hair was a mess. That girl in the reflection looked guilty. Her legs were wrapped around a man who was also looking back at me, her ankles were crossed and her palms flat against the guys his chest. He was smirking almost lazily back at me. The girl had red blotches covering her neck and the guy was without a shirt.

"Um guys?" Came Bepo's voice from the other side of the door. "Should I get that?" he asked.

What was he getting? He had interrupted us just to ask a question?

"G-get what?" I asked with a frown that deepened when my voice cracked. It didn't help the look that Law was giving me, the one that was silently laughing at me. He was amused by my reaction, my guilt and it was written all over his face. It was apparent that he didn't mind much because his hands were still running through my hair, slowly but still doing so.

"The door."

From the sound of Bepo's voice he thought that I should have known that someone was at the door, that's what he was asking about. "Is someone there?" I looked at Law silently asking him if he had heard anything but he just shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly to tell me that he hadn't a clue either.

"Yes."

Oh shit! I really hope it was one of those people who go from door to door selling stuff. Because i didn't want to have to come out of the bathroom. My mind was kind of fuzzy, I just wanted to wrap myself up in Law once again and then lose myself to the world. I didn't want to put myself back together and be civil with anyone. "Who is it?" It didn't matter who it was I was going to tell Bepo to tell them that I was not home. My car wasn't in the driveway after all.

"Your dad." Bepo answered.

Shit!

"He's been here for ten minutes. He says he won't go until you open up. He also says that he knows that you're home."

I hunched forwards and rested my forehead on Law's shoulder and groaned. "Why?" I stretched out the last letter of the word.

Why did it have to be my dad? Why did he have to come now? Why did it have to be the one person that I was unable to say 'go away' to? How did he know I was home? My car was gone. We simply hadn't had the chance to get it back yet.

"Yes, let him in." Law told Bepo through the door.

"Aye aye!" Bepo said. I could just imagine him saluting Law through the bathroom door before heading towards my front door.

"Hello Bepo." I heard my dad say through the door. "Where is Sienna?" He asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that the polar bear wouldn't say that I was in the bathroom with Law. I repeated that prayer over and over.

"She'll be right out." He said as though he had heard my prayers.

And then his words sunk in.

At that I felt my eyes go wide just seconds before released my hold on Law. I pushed against his chest and slid off of the counter I had been sitting on. I began rummaging around the drawers below the sink for a hair brush because if the girl in the mirror had messy hair then I most certainly had it too. Law was gracious enough to step out of my way as I turned into a tornado. As I furiously brushed my hair with one hand I threw him his shirt with the other and examined my neck in the mirror on the door. Even with longer hair there was no way to hide that!

Oh wait I have make up for the rare occasions I wear it. But when I grabbed the liquid concealer I found that it had dried up. figures. I cursed a few times and added water to maybe help it along. But it became apparent that it wasn't going to work I tossed it into the trash can and went to work on trying to get my hair to cover the majority of the marks. I finally settled on having it down and in front of my shoulders. Hopefully that would work.

But even with that problem partially fixed I had another one to correct before I could be considered decent.

I groaned after I pulled my hoodie over my head only to realize that my dad couldn't see it in the state that it was in. For God's sake it was ripped and tattered, had holes in it and was bloody! But at the same time I couldn't just walk out there in just bandages over my top half!

When I looked at Law I saw that he was smirking, he was obviously enjoying my panic. Amused to say the very least.

"Give me your shirt." I demanded holding my hand out expectantly. Maybe I should just make a mad dash to my room instead of trying to walk calmly out of the bathroom with Law behind me, acting like he was just applying bandages to my upper half.

He gave me this look, the one that blatantly said I don't care what the situation is I do not take orders. I sighed and fixed my sentence to appease my captain because if I didn't appease him then I wasn't going to get that hoodie and then I was going to have to explain things to my dad. Not only because I did not want to do that but because he was going to ask.

"Oh wonderfully awesome and smart Captain of the Heart Pirates" I began mentally rolling my eyes. I'm sure he didn't really want to hear this, this being my false flattery. Even though he was the captain of the Heart Pirates and he was very smart and at times could be very awesome indeed. ", would you please let me borrow your hoodie while in the presence of my father?"

There that had better work. Kissing up wasn't something I was very good at.

There was a pause and for a moment I really thought that he was going to refuse my request and not let me have his hoodie until my dad left. Fortunately when he next spoke he sighed as if he really didn't want to do so but said, "If you insist Miss Sienna." He continued speaking as he pulled his hoodie over his head, just as I had done not five minutes ago. "Though I'd like to see how you worm your way out of this one."

I frowned as his hoodie hit me in the chest, a balled up mess. "Yeah I can't wait to see how that works either."

"Sienna?! Where are you honey? Is that man with you still?" I heard my dad call. From the sounds of it he was looking around for me.

When I looked over at Law I saw that he was smirking. "Um I'm in here Dad. I'll be right out."

I sighed heavily, squeezed my eyes closed for a few seconds, all the possible things that could happen, all the things that could go wrong and how they could do so after I opened the door flashing across my mind. Snapping my eyes open I reached for the knob and then opened the door, stepping out into the living room, where my dad had seated himself on the couch.

"Hi Dad?" I offered him a half wave of sorts, my cheeks suddenly burning.

"Mr. Reed." Law said from behind me also stepping into the room from the bathroom. That little detail wasn't going to escape my dad's eye.

"Sienna!" He exclaimed looking embarrassed as well. Actually the one ones who weren't embarrassed were Bepo, because I doubt he knew what was going on, and Law because he was enjoying the show.

"What?!" I tried to make my voice sound offended that he'd dare think that Law and I had been doing anything. "I injured myself and I needed help with it."

My dad frowned and looked us over as if he was looking for something, probably marks that weren't masked by a layer makeup but instead not so well hidden under of strands of dark hair. "With the door closed and him shirtless?"

Ok so it sounded bad and probably looked even worse than it really was. But then again I suppose I was still my dad's little girl in his eyes, twenty-two or not.

"Law was taking a nap when I woke him up so he could help me." I prayed that he'd just believe me and we could move on.

"Why couldn't Bepo help you?"

"Dad!" I grumbled. I didn't have to explain everything to him. Jeez I was a grown woman! And then I decided to not so subtly change the subject, getting the focus off of me and throwing it onto my dad. "So what are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh yeah. My art gallery is coming up and I wanted you to attend."

"And you couldn't have texted me?"

"I did. I texted you a million times Friday and Saturday and today as well. You hadn't answered any of my texts for nearly three days so I was worried." He shrugged not very apologetic. "Two birds with one stone."

"Alright. Well when is it?" I wanted to support my dad and I hadn't seen any of his work for three years so maybe it had changed that or the art community could finally see the talent my dad possessed. I was going no matter what happened between then and now.

"On Wednesday, the 5th. And dress nicely please. It's a formal event."

"Take your own advice dad. Shave; make sure you're not wearing paint or your art. Keep the chalk and pastels away from your tux or suit or whatever it is you choose to wear. Don't wear a purple, orange or green-"

"Sienna I am a grown man; I know how to dress myself." He sternly interrupted me. Though he didn't look as though he believed his own words.

"Do you? Because I distinctly remember some moments where you would have been better off letting me dress you." Actually his wacky clothing was cool until I got to middle school, after that I started burning things. Ok I didn't burn them I raided his closet and hid the items I didn't want to be seen with him wearing.

"I was making a statement." He weakly defended as though he knew exactly what that distinct memory was.

"Yes well leave the fashion statements to the models and the ones who create the clothes." I said patting him on the shoulder.

"Fine fine. You're no fun."

I couldn't help but laugh at his choice of words. "I know I know."

My dad looked around the house, took a long hard look at Bepo and Law and then stood saying, "Well maybe we could do lunch some time. You know I've missed you?"

I nodded. Lunch sounded good. We could catch up and I wouldn't make the mistake of spilling my guts to my dad like I had done my best friends. I was NOT going back into a mental hospital for any reason. I don't care if I had fun getting out and enjoyed watching Bepo and Law have their fun as well. I was not doing it again, end of story. "Sounds good. Just text me whenever."

"Texting works better when you answer." He reminded me as though I didn't understand the concept of texting. I just rolled my eyes. I hadn't been able to help it.

"Yes I'm aware." I said as my dad stepped around me and stood in front of Law.

"You young man had better keep taking care of my daughter." He twisted around and looked over at Bepo who was engaged in the TV and what was on, as he usually was. "You too Mr. Bepo." He nodded in reply but didn't tear his attention away from the screen. "Well I'll see you all on the fifth." And with that my dad was gone.

Once the door was closed Law chuckled.

Instantly i turned on him and fired a question at him. "What's so funny?" I wanted to laugh. I like laughing.

"You."

"Me?" What was so funny about me? What had I done now? Seriously, what had I done that was so funny? Or was it something I said?

"Yes you."

"So you're coming with me to the thing." He didn't have an option and even if he refused and cut me into many little parts or stole my heart or did something ridiculous like try to lock me in my room we were still going. I'd escape out the window and come through the front door and then drag him along with me. Plus it wasn't going to be that painful.

"What makes you so sure that I am?" He challenged. Probably because I hadn't asked him to accompany me but because I had told him what he was going to do.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Because I'm going to ask you nicely and I expect you to say yes." I paused and then proceeded to ask him nicely, only this time I didn't call him oh great and wonderful captain of the Heart Pirates. I cut that stuff out of the asking Law nicely thing because I had already done that once and once was enough.

After I was done kindly asking him to accompany me to my dad's art thingy he pursed his lips and hummed for a second, as if he had to think about his answer, which I know for a fact that it required no thinking. His schedule was free; in fact there was no schedule to be had for him...or me. We were just kind of taking each day as it came. "We'll see."

"Law, I asked you nicely." The only reason I had done so was because he had insisted.

"That's the problem, you asked a question and I answered it."

"But you wanted me to ask." Why was he being so difficult? God! Granted he had been pretty easy to deal with as of late, but that didn't mean that he had to make up for it now.

"I know." He smirked and began heading towards my bedroom, no doubt to return to that nap I had interrupted.

Grumbling I crossed my arms and flung myself besides Bepo, who was watching the news. So was Law going to come with me or not? That's all I wanted to know. It wasn't rocket science or even brain surgery.

Bepo seemed to like the news for some reason, that and crime shows and the animal planet. "He's impossible!" I grumbled to Bepo careful not to be too loud.

"He does that on purpose you know." Bepo told me looking at me for a split second.

I know. "Doesn't mean l like it."

There was a long pause where we lapsed into silence and simply watched the news.

Some woman was rambling about the zoo she was apparently not only at but also interviewing people at. When the woman came back into view she was saying that if anyone saw a polar bear that they were to call the number on the screen to alert the team of people that would come to get the bear back to its home. In all honesty I don't know how she said 'Do not try to handle the bear by yourself.' with a straight face. But it was simply common sense for heaven's sake.

But that silence was interrupted by Bepo asking, "Is Captain going to take a nap?"

There wasn't many things to do in my room. It was that or use the internet. But I just shrugged. I guess that's what he was going to do. He was probably going to steal my bed until I just couldn't keep my eyes open and then I'd probably fall asleep on Bepo. I could just see that's how the rest of the day was going to pan out. So I just shrugged and asked "Why?"

"You can join him and I'll turn the TV up so I can't hear you." He said it casually as though it weren't that big of a deal.

At those words my face turned into a blazing inferno. I gaped at the polar bear within arms-reach. I couldn't believe that he had just said that! Wait, had he heard us from in the bathroom? We hadn't even been that loud. I mean sure Law had managed to extract some throaty moans and surprised gasps but they hadn't been that loud had they?

After a few seconds he looked from the TV and back at me to see my expression. "Or don't." He muttered ducking his head. He probably thought that his idea was really bad now.

"No, I think I'll go bother Captain some more." I muttered standing up from the couch. I headed towards the bathroom to examine my neck. I had been wondering how bad it looked since my dad freaked out about our questionable activities before his arrival. Most of the marks that I had seen as I had scrambled around the bathroom trying to get decant for my dad were gone, though there were still some marks, a few forming bruises that were probably what had my dad freaking out.

After examining my neck and the damage that Law had done in less than ten minutes I walked behind the couch as to avoid walking across Bepo's line of sight. As I passed behind him I said, "Good night Bepo." I don't know what time it was, it was still kind of light outside but I probably wasn't going to come out of my room for a while.

At least I didn't plan on doing so any time soon.

But who knew if Law was going to cooperate with me or not.

"Goodnight Sinna. Tell captain I said goodnight to him too." Bepo said looking at me, watching as I crept towards my closed bedroom door.

"Alright." I agreed slowly easing the door open. My room was pitch black, the only light in the room was the light spilling in from the living room and the dim daylight that forced its way around my blinds. I stepped in and then just as quietly shut the door behind me.

"I was wondering when you were going to join me." A voice said startling me a few inches off of the ground. But at least no arms snaked around my waist because I have a feeling that I'd have attacked the owner of the arms as I usually did until I realized that the owner of the arms were in fact Law.

"I-I didn't realize you were waiting for m-me." I stammered my hands clasped over my on the fritz heart. My eyes hadn't quite adjusted yet but I could see the black outlines and bulks of the things in my room. From what I could see there wasn't much to trip over but who knew maybe I'd find something to at least stub my toe on. But I could see the outline of a person stretched out on my bed. "Bepo said good night to you." I muttered making my way over to the side of my bed.

The sounds and voices of the television could be head almost clearly despite the fact that the door was closed. Bepo really hadn't been kidding when he had said that he was going to turn up the volume.

As I did so a chuckle almost as quiet as my footsteps could be heard but there was no response to be heard.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" I asked as I went around to the side of the bed that Law was on instead of going to the side of the bed that was both mine and cold.

"Indeed it has." He said as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me down onto him. In the same movement however he rolled us over so that he was on his forearms above me.

I wished that my eyes would hurry up and adjust, I wish that I could see more than just his profile and those grey of his. But I was willing to take a stab in the dark. I wrapped my arms around his neck and like I had in the bathroom ran my hands through his hair, played with the strands near the nape. Then I lifted myself to him and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Well then let's make up for lost time." I meant to sound playful instead of breathless. It didn't help that it sounded better in my head than it had aloud.

The words 'You don't need this' Accompanied bold air hitting my arms and fabric being pulled over my head.

Instead of arching my back into his upper half I reached around his back and pulled him down on top of me so that most of his weight was bearing down on me. But I liked it, I wanted to be able to feel him, every inch, every ounce. I wanted to have as much skin on skin contact as I could, but once again the bandages got in the way. And I couldn't help but growl my frustrations to let Law know of my displeasure.

Even though I really wanted to rip them off I knew that there was only one way to get them off. And that was if he did it himself. After all he could always redress the wounds I had carelessly allowed myself to get. But if I had known this was where today was going to end then I would have been a bit more careful. I almost regretted having played around so much.

My growl however didn't seem to faze Law who simply returned the kiss with more passion than I had ever felt. If my mouth weren't already busy then I would have smiled. He kissed me with hunger that crushed mine with ease. His fingertips ran up and down the length of my body not making me squirm as they usually did when they touched my ticklish sides.

His hands stopped their tracing of my sides to undo the button of my pants with startling ease. As my jeans were pulled down my hips he pulled away and muttered, "And these, you most definitely don't need these Miss Sienna." Not only had he taken my pants but he had also pulled down my underwear.

His kisses left my mouth to explore over other familiar places. My body was nothing new to him and his nothing new to me. My reactions, he knew them inside out and backwards.

"Please." The word came as a whisper that was followed by a sharp gasp as his long fingers reached the bundle of nerves between my legs. He rotated between teasing me by tracing circles around it and rubbing. And every so often he'd slip a finger into my core.

I clung desperately to him, as though he were the only thing in the world that would prevent me from drowning in the sea of pleasure. I dug my nails into his back as though my grip around his neck wasn't already tight enough. I buried my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds that always brought him satisfaction, the sounds that he liked to hear me make. I had learned the hard way not to cover my mouth or to bury my face in a pillow to hide those sounds from him when we were having sex.

However no matter how much he liked listening to the whimpers, the moans, the shrieks and other sounds I might make they were embarrassing to me, especially when I knew that there was the chance that other people could hear. Unlike the walls of the sub back in Law's world the walls of my apartment weren't thick, they weren't sound proof.

Only when he had taken me to the edge and was about to push me over did he stop. Only then did his mouth seek mine but instead of open awaiting lips he found a bandaged shoulder. Maybe he didn't like that or maybe he was also craving the contact that I was. Even though he had stopped trying to drown me I was still clinging to him for dear life.

However as the bandages were slowly unraveled my grip around him loosened fully letting go once the bandages had been dropped somewhere in the dark and then promptly forgotten.

"Finally." I hissed into his ear trying to get my breathing under control as I pushed my body against his. Now I had the contact i wanted, had been craving. I could feel the faintest hints of his heartbeat and there was no doubt that he could feel mine. "Now I know that you don't need these." And after mimicking him I slowly reached down so that I could help rid him of the last article of clothing between him and I. He wasted no time wiggling out of his spotted pants to sick them off somewhere at the end of the bed.

Now there were no barriers, no clothes, no nothing between us, between our bodies. And it felt great.

However before he could do anything I felt the need to say something. "I..I..um...I stopped Saturday." I didn't know if that was of importance or not but I felt like he should know before we actually did anything.

Saturday...it seemed like ages ago.

"I could tell." Law responded before he thrust his hips forwards and started slowly rocking his hips, intensifying with each push and pull. I found myself grabbing at the sheets, at my pillows, at the headboard, and at his hair, anything within reach to hold on to so that I wouldn't lose myself to the sensations that only my captain could be held responsible for.

He kissed me hard on the mouth before repeating the process of kissing, sucking, and biting down my neck. While his mouth did that his hands squeezed and kneaded newly accessable my breast, fingers pinching and rolling the nipples and tracing over the scabs the bandages had previously hidden.

One of his tattooed hands slipped down my body, tracing the scars that littered my body, before reaching under one of my knees to lift it up and push it up towards my body. Only then did Law picked up his speed, his strokes becoming harder and a little more rough.

The headboard was now thumping against the wall.

We moaned loudly in together as we felt the wonderful benefit of this not so new angle, creating more pleasure than I could handle.

It wasn't long before I lost all control and came loudly, arching my back off the bed as wave upon pleasurable wave washed over me finally pulling me under its current, finally drowning me in a sea of pleasure that I had tried so hard to stay afloat in.

The quakes of my climax sent Law tumbling over the edge right after me, spilling everything he had to offer deep inside me with a throaty groan. When our spasms ended I couldn't help but let out a little giggle. Never in a million in one years would I have imagined that I'd have sex in my apartment let alone my actual bed with Law.

Third person POV

Bepo approached the door that Captain and Sienna were behind. He shifted his weight foot to foot as he stood there trying to work up the courage to tell them that he was going to step out for a few minutes. He didn't want either of them freaking out- though Sienna was the more susceptible to freaking out than Law was- if they exited her bedroom for whatever reason.

"So... I'm going to take a step outside." He muttered then repeated himself only to be cut off by a long and loud moan that had probably come from Sienna. "So … um … see you tomorrow morning?" And with that Bepo fled the apartment.

Turns out that the TV hadn't been able to drown out the sounds of sex. But that wasn't the only reason he wanted to get out of the apartment that Sienna was sharing with him and Captain. No he could only stay in such a small space for so long. Her apartment wasn't like the sub with rooms to train in or hallways to pace. And there was limited fish so she'd notice if he decided to snack on one on the doorstep.

Her apartment was quite small, smaller than the deck of the submarine and there wasn't enough room to practice his kung fu unless he moved all of her furniture, which he doubted she wanted him to do. Bepo stopped just outside the door of her apartment and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air. However the fresh air here was not near as fresh as the salty sea air. He didn't want to stand around and he figured that Sienna wouldn't want him wandering too far as not to be seen by too many people because she had greatly emphasized the consequences of being sighted by people of this world. So Bepo decided to walk around the entire apartment building figuring that it wasn't too bad.

It was his second time around the building when people dressed in helmets, heavy gear, and all black streamed out of vans that hadn't been there the first time around. There was also a large truck across the street that looked as though it were waiting for something.

There were shouts from the people, hard to make out. There was also the pointing of gloved fingers before they simultaneously aimed their guns at him, as though they had practiced this before, as though they had done this a million times and this was their millionth and first time. In a way the figures clad in protective gear reminded him of the Marines of his world.

Bepo's first instinct was to fight and he listened to it because it was right more often than not. Not only that but he couldn't let them get to Captain and Sienna, they were far from decent enough to fight at the moment. Plus he wasn't going to give a single one of them what they wanted. They didn't looks as though they were in the mood to talk...not that he would have spoken with them civilly anyway.

Bepo ran at the line of people that formed a semi-circle around the front step, before he could reach the people they began firing their guns at him. Most of them had pretty bad aim. The bullets that missed echoed around him as they hit other things like the wood of Sienna's door, the concrete beneath his feet or the wall of the apartment.

However despite most of the bullets missing he had been struck by two. Only when they didn't pierce him, when they didn't fly through his orange boilersuit, his fur and his fur he looked down at himself. When Bepo looked down he was surprised to see that they had not shot him with bullets but instead tranquilizer darts. Despite that however he continued the men who not only backed up but were also still shooting at him.

Not two steps later however his vision began swimming, the world teetering as if it was about to fall off an edge of sorts. Their voices were becoming distorted and his thoughts were becoming a jumbled mess.

The ferocious polar bear wearing an orange jumpsuit staggered forwards even though there were already four darts protruding from his large form. There were shouts about not backing up and to stand their ground. The bear lifted a large paw to swipe at them but the blow never came. Instead the animal came crashing down to the ground.

Quickly they got to work getting the large mammal into the awaiting truck and back to the zoo. The tranquilizer would wear off in an hour or less so they had to be fast, with it being a forty five minute drive. Someone stayed behind to give the reward to the elderly woman who had called and alerted them of the sighting of the missing polar bear many miles from home. In fact it was many miles from the estimated distance it should have traveled in four days. They were baffled as to how it had gotten into a residential area but were grateful that it hadn't harmed, mauled or killed anyone.

Bepo blinked his sight into focus to see that he was in a cage. It wasn't large but it wasn't small either. The room that held the cage smelled like shit. Looking around there was a hole with bars and past that he saw and enclosure with a small pool of water. Past the pool were more bars and other enclosures with other animals in them.

Bepo sat up suddenly realizing that he was not only in a zoo but also had been stripped of the orange suit that he wore the one that signified that he was a part of the Heart Pirates.

Looking around he also realized that he wasn't alone and that there was another white bulk of fur curled up in the corner of the cage across from his.

They were separated by a small walkway.

Bepo could hear deep steady breathing and decided not to wake the other bear up. His questions could wait because it probably wasn't going to be until the next day or even two days from now that Captain and his girlfriend came to get him out.

In the mean while he'd try to get out himself but it didn't look like it would be a very easy task. However, that didn't deter him from trying to break the bars, trying to pry them apart enough to squeeze through. Even though his efforts were in vain the echoing sound of the rattling of the bars of the floor to ceiling cage that he was trapped in had awoken the bear across the walk way.

He stopped to stare at the bear that had moved from the corner to stand right in front of him. Its white fur was dingy and dirty and she didn't look very happy or amused. She looked kind of mad that she had been awoken or maybe there was another reason that she was mad? But anger wasn't the only emotion that shone in her eyes. There was also curiosity shining bright in her black eyes, her head was cocked to the side as she blinked at him.

"I'm Bepo." He said the first thing to come to mind and almost instantly regretted it. He didn't know what he was supposed to say. "Uh…sorry I woke you up." Bepo scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He hadn't intended to do that. He was just trying to get out of here.

A/N: Yup here's the next chapter hope it wasn't too terrible. *cringe* Practice makes perfect right? Well anyways thanks bunches for all of your reviews.

A reply to: 10th squad 3rd seat: Was that good? I hope I kept them IC…I suck at these kinds of scenes. It wasn't very steamy at all -_-

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