Note: There's a poll on my profile. I'm working on two other LawNa AUs and I'm not sure which one to post, so go vote for which one you think sounds coolest :D

Also I have no idea where this was going but it kinda just went that way and oops.

Chapter 14: Down the Drain

"I still can't believe you stabbed a man." Vivi sighed. "Well, that's not entirely true. I can see you doing it if you had to, but the fact that you had to is unsettling."

Nami nodded. She took a sip of her coffee before shifting the phone to her other ear. "Imagine how I feel."

"Well at least you're okay," the other woman said.

She wasn't exactly okay, but she kept it to her self. There was no sense in worrying Vivi; the woman had enough to deal with as it was.

"What exactly was he looking for?"

"The money in my safe," Nami sighed. "I'm not sure how he knew about it, but he did. There's a good chance Luffy probably blabbed off about it, but I don't want to point any fingers."

Vivi hummed. "It's a possibility. He isn't always the greatest at keeping quiet about things."

"It honestly wouldn't surprise me one bit."

There was a pause, then Vivi spoke again.

"Nami, I have great news." There was a twinge of excitement in her tone and Nami couldn't help but raise her brows.

"What is it?"

She paused for a moment. "I found out about it a few weeks ago, but I wanted to make sure I was certain before I told anyone aside from Kohza. Nami, I'm pregnant."

Nami couldn't contain the elated squeal that escaped her lips. She felt bad afterwards, she'd scared the woman behind the counter, but she was too excited to care. "Really!?"

Vivi laughed on the other end of the line. "The doctors are surprised. They kept telling me I wasn't going to be able to have kids after the car accident Senior year, but low and behold, I'm five weeks pregnant now."

"That's amazing! Have you thought about names yet?"

"Not yet. They say there's a possibility of a miscarriage and that I shouldn't get too excited because there's no telling what could happen, but I just can't help it. You know I've always wanted to be a mother!"

Nami could almost see her bouncing in elation. "Doctors can be wrong at times, you may very well pull through with it."

"That's what I'm hoping. Dad's super excited as well." Vivi giggled. "He's been dancing around the house for the past three hours singing 'I'm going to be a grandfather' at the top of his lungs."

Nami rolled her eyes. It wasn't hard to picture him doing such a thing.

"I wish I could talk more, but there's a business meeting that Dad wants me to attend, so I have to go get ready. I'll call you after it's over."

"Alright. I've got work to do anyway. My meteorology professor put up an assignment today. It's a twenty page paper on top of seven chapter's worth of notes."

Vivi groaned. "Hearing that makes me glad I didn't go to college. But I really have to go now. Bye!"

Nami tossed her phone onto the table and groaned. The mention of her school work had taken away all of her early excitement and replaced it with a sense of dread. She was going to be dead by the end of this semester.

"The joys of college, huh?"

Robin slipped into the booth a cup of hot chocolate and a small cake in her hand. She smiled sympathetically.

"Just be thankful you're graduating this semester. I have another three years to go."

The older woman chuckled. "At least you're doing better than most. Didn't half your class drop out already?"

"Yeah, but I can't afford to drop out. I can't afford anything right now, really." She muttered.

"Have you considered a job?"

"I don't have the time."

Robin hummed and took another sip of her coffee. "I think you might need to take a break. A lot's happened recently and you're stressed. It's really starting to show, Nami."

She had a point. The past two months had been nothing but hell on her, and the most recent incident had her thinking that maybe she should take a break.

"It's been a while since you've been on a date," Robin began slowly, "maybe at least one might take your mind off things?"

"Right," Nami scoffed. "You know how well my dates go over; if the boys don't scare him off, I end up doing it."

"Then maybe you should find someone who won't be scared off," the other woman replied as if it were the simplest thing.

Nami glared at her. "I know what you're pushing for. I am not going on a date with him "

Robin raised a curious brow. "I never said it had to be Trafalgar."

She'd walked right into that. With an exasperated sigh, she dropped her head onto the table.

"You two would look cute together, though," the older woman teased. "And you both seemed to be getting along pretty well at the rink."

Nami refused to look up. She knew what look the other woman was giving her; and it was irritating her.

"It was just a suggestion. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but I think it would be good for you."

Nami lifted her head then, reaching for the pen laying on the table. She absentmindedly flipped it between her fingers, mulling over Robin's suggestion. It wouldn't be a date though; she didn't view anyone in that light. But a break from not only her life as well as her friends would be appreciated.

"I don't think a date would work, but maybe just an outing." She said finally.

"Whatever works for you," the other woman replied, "but if you're going to ask who I think you're going to ask, just know there's a possibility they may drag him along as well."

She thought was much as well. The four of them were inseparable after all - the only time she'd ever seen them apart was when she ran into Shachi at the gas station a couple weeks back.

"I know, I know," she waved her hand dismissively. "It's just you know how our group gets. At least from what I can see, they're a little bit tamer, not by much, but still."

"It's up to you in the end," Robin affirmed. "If you want to, then I'm sure Franky and I could try to keep the boys from asking too many questions or trying to find you."

"That's assuming they aren't all working this weekend." Then a huge smile spread her lips. "Oh did Vivi tell you?"

Robin tilted her head, raising a brow curiously. "Tell me what?"

"She's pregnant."

"I thought she said she wouldn't be able to have kids." The woman hummed, though the look in her eyes told Nami she was just as happy as she was.

"So did I, but apparently she's already five weeks pregnant and the doctors are just as confused."

"Some people do have a tendency to fight the odds, and Vivi has proven that several times." Robin took a bite of her cake, chewing it thoughtfully. "It's strange to think how old we've gotten. Vivi's married and pregnant, Franky and I are talking about marriage after this lawsuit passes over. You're in college, Sanji has an interview the the head chef of the cruise line he wants to work for."

Nami shook her head. It really was odd to think. She was already twenty two and it seemed that just yesterday she was still in her Senior year. Now, she was really beginning to understand the saying 'life's too short'. It really was. She felt like she'd wake up tomorrow morning and she'd be thirty.

The thought was unsettling.

"That's what happens when you grow up," she sighed, "although some people don't seem to grow up."

Robin chuckled at that, knowing she was referring to Luffy. "True. But I should be leaving. I have a meeting with my attorney in an hour and they want me there early to fill out some extra paperwork. Let me know how the outing goes."

With that, Robin stood and exited the cafe.

A sigh pulled itself from Nami's lips as she reached for her phone and skimmed through her contacts.

"Penguin?" She asked once he had picked up the call. "What are you doing guys doing tonight?"

She was already beginning to feel the stress melt away.

The four of them were settled in the usual booth at Rayleigh's, and against their proclamations following the party, all of them were drunk, though not too much so, as Nami was keeping a careful eye on their intake. The last thing she needed was another repeat of New Years.

"There was this one time Shachi got his head stuck in a cookie jar. You know those really big plastic ones?" Penguin said vibrantly, motioning with his hands to show the size of the container. "We tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge. I don't even know how he managed to get it on in the first place."

Beside him, Shachi was glaring in obvious discomfort, no doubt embarrassed by the fact Penguin had chosen to bring the story up. The sight made Nami giggle.

"And finally Law came home, and just walked straight into the kitchen and came back with a knife. I thought Shachi was going to shit himself when Law stabbed the container and started cutting it off."

"You try having him come at you with a knife in his hand and see how well you take it!" Shachi defended, slamming his glass onto the bar. "You saw the look in his eyes! I thought he was going to cut my head off!"

Penguin only laughed harder, holding his sides as tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. Bepo had been laughing the entire time, but he dropped his head onto the table, nearly in hysterics.

"At least I didn't get myself handcuffed to the light post in my front yard!"

"You were the one who did it! And then Bepo just had to break out the paintball gun."

"I thought we were going to die that day," Shachi shuddered then. When he took note of Nami's curious gaze, he explained in detail. "We were messing around at Penguin's house a few weeks ago, and Bepo had found this pair of handcuffs. Like real handcuffs. The kind cops use. And I thought it would be funny to to handcuff him to the light post. We were going to uncuff him a few minutes later, but we lost the key."

It was Penguin's turn to glare. "And Bepo decided it would be a good idea to use me was target practice."

"But, yeah. Then Law showed up and he found the key, but Bepo was having too much fun. He tried to hit me with a paintball, but I ducked and he ended up hitting Law in the forehead."

Nami burst out in a fit of laughter right then. She could almost picture the look on his face; the blank, shocked stare he'd get whenever someone did something to embarrass him.

"I still can't believe we made it out of that alive." Shachi shook his head. "Bepo ended up hitting his car too! And that thing is brand new!"

She could understand why he'd be so angry about it. His car was not cheap, quite the opposite in fact. What the actual price was, she wasn't sure, but she knew it was well out of her range. Then again, he was a doctor, and his two of his paychecks were likely twice her loan money; he could easily afford a luxury car.

"Well you're alive, so that's a good thing," Nami mused. "He couldn't have been too mad."

"He chased Bepo down with a scalpel."

At first, she had trouble imagining him doing anything along those lines, but she'd also noticed, especially during the New Years party, that he was considerably more comfortable around his friends than he was hers. Maybe it wasn't such a far fetched idea that he'd do such a thing.

"I'm surprised he didn't come," she said after a moment. "He's usually always with you guys."

Penguin shrugged. "He got called in again. It's kind of hard to keep in touch with him now that his phone's broken, but he knows we're here. So there's a chance he might stop by after work if he's not too tired."

She hummed in response and downed the last of her scotch. "Well, whatever. Things happen."

A smile spread her lips then as she pulled a deck of cards from her pocket. "Who wants to play poker?"

Between the lack of sleep and being overworked, one could easily assess that Law was not happy by any sort of the meaning. Even the nurses, who usually remained unaffected by his bouts of moodiness had been keeping their distance. The only thing that served to put his spirits just a touch higher was the fact that his shift had finally ended. He was more than happy to be out of that hell.

Sometimes he enjoyed being a doctor, but other times, he hated it. He hated dealing with the people most of all, namely the ones who tried to tell him how to do his job - and he had had a fair share of those today. He made mistakes, as did everyone else, and he would admit to it if the time came, but some people were hell bent on trying to look as if they knew more than he did. Which they didn't; he hadn't spent years in medical school to come out uneducated.

In his silent rage, he had failed to notice where he was going until he found himself pulling into the parking lot of Rayleigh's. In fact, he recently found himself showing up in the bar more often than he liked. What was driving him to do such, he wasn't sure, though he concluded it was likely the stress of work and the constant need for a drink to keep him relatively sane.

In the back of his mind, there was a chiding voice that told him he knew that wasn't the only reason, but he brushed it off.

The heat of the bar was a welcome relief from the chilled night air, though he could gladly do without the noise. It was considerably busy tonight, as nearly every booth was filled, and most of the bar seats had been taken as well.

Rayleigh wasn't working that night considering that Shakky was behind the bar. He made a mental note to watch how much he ordered; the woman had a habit of raising the prices when she worked.

Upon noticing him, Shakky smiled and motioned towards the booth in the back, indicating where his usual group was. Not that she needed too; he could hear them plainly, namely Shachi who sounded almost distressed. As he ventured further into the bar, picking his way through the crowds of people with ease, he understood why.

Both Shachi and Penguin had been stripped down to their underwear.

In front of them, fully clothed with a pile of money sitting beside her, Nami carelessly shuffled through the cards in her hand. He couldn't say he was surprised; he remembered her mentioning that Zoro, according to her, called it 'one sided annihilation', and he could see why. She hadn't even taken her coat off.

"I give up," Penguin sighed, tossing his hand onto the table in an attempt to keep his dignity before Nami ended up with his last article of clothing. Shachi followed in suit, shaking his head in disbelief.

An elated giggle escaped her lips as she collected the rest of the money and tucked the massive pile safely in her purse.

He was tempted to make a comment, but the growing headache and wave of annoyance that settled over him deterred him from such as he unceremoniously dropped himself into the booth beside Shachi, effectively startling the man.

"Will you stop doing that?!" Shachi exclaimed, despite being used to how often Law tended to appear out of the blue.

"Stop what?" Law grumbled. "Breathing?"

"Hard day at work?" Penguin asked, sliding him the unopened bottle of rum beside him. Law needed it more than he did.

The only response he got was a low growl as Law opened the bottle and took a long drink. "After today," he said, wincing as the burning sensation caught up with him, "I'm thoroughly convinced that acrylic nails should be illegal."

He held up his arm then, pulling the sleeve of his jacket back to reveal several long jagged cuts on his forearm.

Nami knit her brows at the injury. "How'd that happen?"

He glanced at her, then at his friends who were rolling their eyes; they knew exactly what had happened.

"We had a patient come in after having a severe seizure, and his wife was less than thrilled to let us treat him." Law took another long drink from the bottle before setting it down again, his face twisting with annoyance. "Needless to say, she had to be removed from the room and I couldn't wait for security to get there."

Upon noticing her confusion, he continued. "I had to pick her up because she kept pulling her arm away from me, and she was not happy about that. She ended up digging her fucking fake nails into my arm."

So he's an angry drunk? Nami concluded, taking in the expression that overtook his face. Or he was already in a terrible mood before he got here.

"I almost hung her over the damned railing."

"Well it's over and done with," Nami cut in breezily, waving her hand dismissively in an attempt to calm him down. She'd noticed that the second he started ranting, the others had shifted closer to her in their attempts to give him room. It seemed even they were wary of him when he was like this.

He sent her a scathing glare, but she brushed it off. Years of dealing with Zoro made her practically immune to the action.

Shachi went to reach for the bottle to refill his drink, but Nami took it from him. "You've had enough."

"I'm fine!" He protested.

All of them turned to give him an incredulous look, even Law had broken out of his silent fuming to do such.

Shachi relented, sinking back into his seat with a defeated look.

"You're so drunk right now you didn't even bother to put your clothes back on," Penguin pointed out.

That much was true. During Law's tirade, Penguin had taken to redressing himself while Shachi had completely forgotten about his lack of dress.

"I don't even know where they are," he grumbled, leaning under the table to see if he had discarded them there. Unfortunately they weren't in sight.

"Penguin, go help the idiot find his clothes," Law grumbled, reaching up to rub his temple. He was not in the mood for this tonight. "And figure out where Bepo went."

"Wait Bepo's not here?" Penguin looked up, knitting his brows as the sudden realization hit him. Bepo, was in fact missing.

Law let out an irate sigh as the two men slipped from the booth.

Nami gave him a sympathetic look. "Maybe you should just go home and sleep?"

He ignored the suggestion and chugged the rest of the rum. Sleep was eluding him again, though that in itself wasn't anything uncommon. Not two seconds later, he was reaching for another bottle.

That in itself served as a red flag. She'd drank with him on several occasions, and the only time he reached for a bottle so quickly after finishing one was during the drinking contest he'd beaten her in. Usually his drinks were well spaced, and he drank at a considerate pace. He wasn't drinking for fun tonight - the look on his face told her as much. There was definitely something wrong, and she doubted what had transpired at work had anything to do with it.

Just as she was reaching to take the bottle from him, Shachi appeared, fully clothed, and looking a bit concerned. "Bepo's sick. We found him throwing up in the bathroom and he's running a fever."

"That's why I told him to stay home today," Law grumbled, placing the bottle back to his lips.

"We were going to take him home," Shachi cast a concerned sideways glance at Law, noting how quickly he was going through the bottle, "but I forgot that you came to pick us up." He turned his attention to Nami.

"I'll drive you home," Law waved his hand dismissively and took a long drink.

"No." Nami said firmly. She reached for her purse and dug her keys out. "Penguin's the more sober of you two, so give him my keys and take Bepo home."

"And you?"

"I'll take care of him," she nodded towards Law, who scowled.

"I'm fine, Nami-ya."

She turned her steely gaze on him. "You are not, by any stretch of the means."

"You're not driving my car." He growled.

"Law, please just let her take you home," Shachi pleaded. "You know you're in no condition to drive. You should have just gone straight home if your that worked up."

"N-"

"This isn't debatable." Nami cut in. "Besides, I have your car keys, so you aren't going anywhere."

He was even more irritated than he was when he'd arrived, no doubt a reaction caused by the alcohol.

"When the fuck did you get my car keys?"

She didn't bother to answer him.

Shachi leaned down and looked him dead in the eyes. "You were drinking before you got here, weren't you?"

"I wa-"

"I could see it on your face Law," Shachi sighed, "you smuggled a bottle into the break room again, didn't you?"

Law didn't respond. He turned his gaze away and took another sip, pissed that Shachi had figured it out.

"Does he always do that?" Nami asked, her voice low as she was hoping Law wouldn't hear her.

"Only when he's emotionally compromised. He usually acts the opposite of this when he's drunk. Something probably triggered hi-" Shachi stopped, realizing he might have been giving out a bit more information that he should have, but Nami had caught on.

"Go take Bepo home." She stated louder. "I'll call you after I drop him off."

Shachi nodded and left just as quickly as he appeared.

"You're no-"

Nami stepped out of the booth and hauled him to his feet with a surprising amount of strength.

The world seemed to turn beneath him and he staggered dangerously, but Nami kept him upright. "You are not, alright." She muttered as she led him away from the booth. She turned to the woman behind the counter. "Shakky, just put everything on Sanji's tab!"

"It's on the house," she called back, giving Nami a sympathetic look. Nami smiled in return.

"Even Luffy would be able to tell you're not alright." She stated as she shouldered her way through the door.

"I can walk on my own, Nami -ya."

"You can't even stand," she scoffed as she hit the button on the keys to unlock the car. "Just shut up and admit you're not alright, already."

She helped him into the car, despite his protests and closed the door on him. Once she was inside on her side, she adjusted the driver's seat. He was silent now, staring out the window of the car as the engine roared to life.

He wasn't alright. He knew damn well he wasn't, but it was none of her business whether he was or not.

Note: I don't know, I just wanted more of Nami driving Law home. Like wow this chapter came out really long and I actually had to cut it off there or else it was going to be like a 8 thousand word chapter oops.

That and I've noticed that when people are tired/hungry/upset they tend to get drunk faster so yeah imagine how Law feels being all three of them lol