A/N Not sure if people prefer long chapters or shorter by I will try shorter and see if I can update more often then :) Thanks so much for the Reviews and Favorites and Follows this is a long and Thriller Adventure Crime Romance. Lots of twists and turns and lots of characters too!

Here is Chapter 2. Eager to know what you think of their first meeting. We go back and forth from flash backs and and present time.

Sara's POV

"Miz, I'm serious leave me alone. Leave Roman alone. He didn't do anything wrong," I stated firmly, backing away but still standing between Roman and the guard looking like he would love to smash his face in again.

"Like hell he didn't Sara. He was touching you! He could have hurt you. It's my job to keep you as far away from these monsters for your own protection."

He was glaring fire at me and I was scared he would push me aside to get to Roman again. I could not believe him.

My protection?! Hurt me? Monsters?! When he was chained up like an animal? I thought and stood firm between him and Roman, glaring back at him.

"He is not a monster Miz. You scared me, made me think you could have hurt me, not him!"

I was fuming and not even sure why I was defending Roman so strongly. I had never done that for any of the other inmates. Not like this, with this kind of passion.

But I knew he would never hurt me. Miz didn't know the half of what I had been though already with Roman this month. How much I already cared about the man I was standing in front of and protecting right now.

"Be careful Sara. It sounds like you aren't being safe with these lowlifes," he warned me, his blue eyes hard on mine. "He is a prisoner. He is going away in a Middle Eastern prison for a very long time. He has killed people. He IS the monster here, not me. Wake up and realize how the hell you are acting, or my dad will have your job!"

I stood my ground aghast and blazing anger back at the young man who used to be my childhood friend. He had grown into a completely selfish jerk over the years. His mom leaving him I knew was hard on him growing up and with his dad always working he practically raised himself.

He had changed so much since high school. His dad owned Mizdow Row; the only prison in the Chicago, IL area and ever since he had failed his police exams over and over and became a C.O. he had been so cruel. It was like he was taking out how much his own life sucked on the other prisoners. And since his father owned everything and would one day pass it on to him, they let him get away with far too much.

I hadn't started working there yet then but I was told about a horrible, violent riot a few years ago where several guards nearly lost their lives, and inmates died too. Since then Mizdow Inc. had let the guards tighten the reins on any prisoners for any reason to prevent things from getting so out of control ever again.

Unless the prisoner could actually prove violent employee misconduct, there was nothing any of them could do except keep their heads down, like Roman was doing right now.

They had little to no rights in there. I had seen guards backing each other up, lying about injuries and unless the prisoner in question had plenty of money for lawyer fees, Mizdow Inc. just ate up the cost and could bankrupt the families any of these men had on the outside.

So most of them didn't even report anything or lied about it. It was my job to fix them up but stay out of it legally.

Now however I was determined to change things, at least for Roman. He did not deserve anything that had happened to him. I didn't even know why Mike had hit him in the first place. Touching me? By handing me my book?! And now too judging by Roman's tight expression and the blood on his foot, he was in much more pain than he let on.

My heart went out to him, especially after he had helped me so much when I was terrified of the plane taking off. I don't know what I would have done without him there to ground me. I didn't even know how he did it or how he knew what to do, but his words had soothed me, his soft voice, his smile, his hand in mine, his thumb on my cheek wiping my tears away.

He had melted at my touch too there was no mistake about that, letting his head fall into my hands and his eyes falling closed as I wiped the blood off his face and neck. The way he had let me just hold his head against my shoulder and I had heard him moan my name...

I pulled myself back to the present, wondering where the hell that train of thoughts was headed. He was a prisoner, not a guy I could just pick up at a bar, or bring home to introduce to my non existent family...no matter how hot he was.

Yes of course I knew he was hot. Drop dead gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome. Damn it Sara, get a grip, I told myself. Prisoner. Prisoner. Prisoner.

That first day he was escorted into the infirmary with a cut on his cheek, I could still remember so clearly.

"Dr. Jordan, your next patient," Nurse Kelly said sweetly and she winked at me to which I had no idea why she did that. But the next moment I knew, when 'he' walked in….

The first thing I thought about him was how cruel it was that a man 'that' beautiful was walking in handcuffs with his head down like he was nothing.

His hair was dark, thick and longish like a mane, like Tarzan of the freaking jungle. His jaw strong and angular, his lips full and rosy pink. He was tall and well built and looked strong, the simple white t-shirt pulled tight over his muscular chest. He had a full sleeve tattoo all the way down one arm that could from a distance look like armor but from closer up was a variety of intricate designs, patterns and shapes. His prison issue blue pants pulled in all the right places I noticed as he passed me, his boots heavy on the shiny white floor.

The guard led him to sit down and he sunk into the exam chair, his long frame folding up into it. I immediately asked for his hands to be un-cuffed and the guard complied and stood back outside the doorway but still close enough if I needed him.

I watched the dark haired man rub his wrists and stretch himself out, pressing his hand to his head where the blood was dripping slowly down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered. But the second the words left my mouth I had no idea why I said them and yet couldn't take them back. I was sorry he was hurt? Sorry his wrists were aching? Sorry he was here? Sorry I wanted to crawl in his lap and kiss him till he forgot anything hurt at all?

Whoa, where the hell did that come from? I blinked and shook my head, trying to focus on actual words to say back to him. What the heck was wrong with me?

He looked up, regarding me with confusion. There was a slight smirk on his lips. "You're sorry?"

Damn it, he did hear me. I had hoped I hadn't said it out loud.

It looked like he wasn't sure what to do with that. "I'm pretty sure you didn't take a swing at me and slam me into a wall because someone with a score to settle pushed me into you."

I sucked in a breath, taking in the startling uniqueness of his eyes. They were gray and swirling with different hues like a storm in the ocean, despite the dark circle that would soon be a black eye around his left one. I wanted to show him I was not weakened by his appearance, or anything about him.

Even with an almost black eye, he was startling attractive. But he was supposed to be just another man, another body to fix whatever others broke on him.

Oh how wrong I was about that...

"You should see the other guy," he smiled teasingly as I looked at his wound, snapping on my gloves. "I'm sure he is one of your next appointments. He looks way worse, broken ribs, and wrist, bruises everywhere and I think I gave him two black eyes."

I knew he was kidding but despite the teasing in his tone I wished he had gotten the creep back like that. I could tell he was trying to put on a brave front for me. I knew how scary this place could be. I had seen grown men cry in here, beg me to transfer them to solitary, lie for them, anything to not go back to whatever their circumstances were. Unless we could actually prove abuse or prisoner misconduct our hands were tied. But I had heard it all.

And here this man was flirting with me, trying to be tough and it looked like he was just wanting to get me to smile.

His eyes flashed up to lock on mine and I tried to maintain my composure, my professionalism as this man's doctor. I didn't want him to think he was in control, when I felt like jelly sitting beside him and was so glad I was at least sitting.

I stubbornly held his gaze, but damn I was getting more lost in the storm cloud like waves that looked to be crashing in his eyes. He was intoxicating and I had to look away first, my breath rapid in my chest.

"I...No I didn't do that to you." I stuttered and brought my eyes back up slowly and now saw an amused expression as he flipped his long hair back behind his shoulders, like he knew he had won our little staring contest. "Is that what happened to you...someone hurt you, just for bumping into them..."

I was stumbling to remember his name. I usually check the charts of my patients for their name and the issue at hand when they arrive, but this man made me forget everything. I wondered if I knew my own name right now.

He chuckled, and smoothed out the hair on the goatee by his mouth and licked his top lip as he smiled at me and now it looked like he missed what I had said and I saw him scanning my doctors coat for something. He looked to be looking for my name on my coat and I didn't even know his either.

I fought to hold back my own smile that I got this drop dead gorgeous man to forget what he was saying too and cleared my throat and repeated my question. "Someone hurt you for bumping into them?" I asked again.

He pulled his hair back from his forehead and ran his other hand through it. "Um, no I caught an elbow playing basketball with the guys. All in fun. Our team won!" he tried to joke.

I saw him smile casually at me like at first he wanted to keep things light and teasing. But I saw a rawness in his deep gray eyes, a desire to be honest, be real with me. I didn't even know his name yet.

I frowned sadly at him, not knowing his pain but I could feel it radiating off him in waves. He looked scared to be here, in prison. Hell, who wouldn't be. "What happened to you, really..."

"Roman," he said quietly. "And really ma'am, you don't want to know what goes on in this hellhole."

His eyes fell away from mine as I took in what he said. I did know quite a bit of what happened here. I had a front row seat to lots of the violence and sick things that the inmates did to each other or the guards did to them. I just was on the safe side of the bars, or protected by guards...not abused by them.

'Roman', I said to myself.

The name suited him so well. Like a Greek God. Sexy and snarky like if he wasn't here he would be the bad boy driving a hot car and wearing a leather jacket, tipping his sunglasses down to look at you.

This was not a place for snarky and sexy. That could get you killed here.

My heart hurt for this tender and yet clearly tough, and sexy man that didn't look like he belonged here for a minute. He was different than anyone I had ever seen behind these walls in the time I had been here. He had a softness to him and innocence that made me wonder how on earth he could have ever done anything to be in a maximum security prison at all.

But ma'am? No, that was not right.

"I'm Sara, well Dr. Jordan actually," I smiled shyly at him, not knowing if there was any way I could help him with his demons in here. I indicated of my doctors coat and the lack of name tag. "You were looking for my name already?"

He smiled more freely, actually kind of bashfully that I noticed and nodded.

I smiled back. "Yeah this is my back up one. Emergency before had an inmate throw up on my monogrammed one so its in the laundry. You had to earn my name."

Whoa girl, now I am flirting. I had to warn myself. What was I thinking?

But the hot guy that was so massively off limits it wasn't even funny, smiled even more sexily back at me and I was sure I was already far too smitten. Good Lord.

Roman spoke more.

Ooh I like just thinking his name.

"So I earned your name?" What else can I earn Sara?" the smooth and sultry voice of my new favorite person whispered.

Oh I was in so much trouble.

These kinds of things never happened to me. No one ever noticed the shy, awkward girl that would just and soon spend her life in the library or in her bed snuggled up with a book.

And those gray eyes locked back onto mine and I felt my heart racing in my chest. What on earth was I doing?

I reached slowly for his hand to pull it back from his wound and I was sure I heard him inhale sharply at my touch. He relaxed his hand, letting it fall to his lap as I wiped the cut and cleaned it. Then I lifted his hand in mine and cleaned the blood off his fingers too before letting it fall back in his lap.

Oh God, what could I say now? Should I say something or just leave it?

I stood back up and walked quickly to the freezer and pulled out a bag of ice. "Here Roman, it will help the swelling." I rested it on his wound and saw him cringe slightly from the shock.

"I'm sorry," I said mumbling again. Damn this man unnerved me so much. He reached up to take the ice from my hand, brushing my fingers with his.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he repeated and he was right but I still felt such a draw to make things better for him. "You have been the highlight of my day," he smiled at me and cautiously I smiled back allowing myself another second or two to look in his eyes.

I wiped the wound once more and placed a butterfly bandage on the cut, pulling the skin together. His eyes were on me the whole time and I found my breath getting shallower as he stared at me so closely.

I pulled back taking in a deep breath, before motioning the guard and reluctantly letting him go back into the lions den. I watched the guard cuff him again, his eyes still on mine.

Something in me just felt like he did not belong there. I wanted to say something more as he stood up, holding the ice to his face and walked past me and out the door. I wasn't sure but I thought I heard the faintest whisper on the breeze 'Thank you Sara' and then he was gone.

I shook myself out of my thoughts as I watched Miz walk back away without another word to either of us. I looked down at Roman, his eyes darted up to mine as soon as the guard was out of sight. "I'm so sorry Roman," I blurted out, reaching up first to flick on the overhead lights by the seats to have enough light to work and then I knelt down beside him.

He laughed but I could still see he was in so much pain, but he still smiled at me, revealing his perfect white teeth. "He is an ass and you need to stop thinking anything is your fault Sara. You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing."

I nodded slowly at him, my mind still on everything that had happened between us as the plane took off and before too. I had been in a such a panic I barely remembered what I did or said. But I knew the feeling of his hand in mine and even now I longed to feel him close to me again.

I heard a slight whimper from his lips at my touch on his ankle and knew Miz had dug his foot in deep and the cuts could be bad. Prisoners were cuffed so often so their ankles were often raw and bruised already and this would have just made it even worse. I brushed my feelings aside and threw myself into doctor mode again to focus on just making his pain less.

"Roman , I need to take a look at that ankle," I said gently. I slipped on rubber gloves and watched him cringe even more as I lifted the hem of his bloody cuff to reveal several deep cuts in his skin. "Its okay. I just need to clean it and then I will put some disinfectant on the cuts. These aren't deep enough to need stitches but they will bruise for awhile."

I stood up and placed a hand on his knee. "I'll be right back." I strode back towards the rest of the passengers looking for Dean. When I saw him I motioned him toward me. He nodded, mumbling something to the guard beside him and headed my way.

I walked him out of earshot of the other guards. "Dean, I don't really know you very well but you seem to care more about the prisoners than any of the other guards here. I need your help for a minute, please." The man looked cautious but curious and followed me back to Roman.

"I need you to unlock his ankle shackles so I can treat his cuts before they get infected." He looked to Roman and then back to me and I hoped he would allow Roman this one thing. He looked like he was thinking it over a bit and then bent down and did as I asked, unlocking the cuffs and leaving them on the floor.

He turned to leave. "Wait Dean," I stopped him, my gloved hand on his arm and waited till he was again looking at me. "Don't let anyone else over here okay? Especially Miz."

"Sure, Doc. I understand. I hate him too, how he treats people." He smiled at me nodding again and giving a firm look to Roman before he disappeared past the first class doorway.

Then I turned back to my patient who was looking at me with a sense of...admiration maybe? He looked happy but he was hard to read sometimes. I pushed the armrest up between the seats to give me more room, mindful of his cuffed wrist still attached to it. Then I slowly moved his foot up to the seat beside him, removing his boot and placing a towel on the seat before resting his ankle on it.

Now all he was cuffed with was just his one hand to the seat. Roman stretched his other leg and I was happy to I could offer him this little bit of comfort.

I knelt down by the seat and looked back at him knowing this might hurt. He nodded at me as I peeled his sock down. It was caked with blood and some of it was starting to dry and stick to his skin pulling at all his hair as I untangled it. I almost said 'I'm sorry again' when he told me not to.

As gently as I could I tore the white cotton away from his skin and slowly wiped the blood off him. "Everything okay?" I looked up to see him watching me, his lips drawn in a tight line.

"Just peachy Sara. Walking on sunshine," he smirked again.

"You don't have to pretend with me Roman. I can take it. It looks like it would hurt like hell. He literally tried to bury the metal cuff in your skin."

"I'm sure you are strong Sara. But it's fine. I'm a big boy." He smirked in a way that was just totally him again. "Hell I'm sure the stitches will be worse."

"I can give you something for the pain then? You don't have to be a hero here."

I looked up and he smiled down at me. "What if I want to be?" he breathed out, his voice sounding husky and manly making me shiver at the sound.

My eyes darted up again to meet the intensity in his own. "You already were my hero Roman, when you helped me through my fear of flying. You have no idea how much that meant to me."

I dipped the cloth in the water I had beside me again and wiped his foot clean of more blood, examining the cuts further. The cuffs had done a number on his skin, but it wasn't too serious. I rubbed some cream on both of his ankles, taking off the other boot and sock with little effort before wrapping some bandages on them to at least have some barrier between the metal cuffs and his skin. I looked up once I was done and saw him just staring down at me his eyes wide.

I finished with his ankles and moved to sit beside him. He put his feet back on the floor and turned to me. I grimaced slightly. "Now for the stitches." He nodded and I pulled his head forward, my hands peeling back the bandage from the back of his head and examined it, wiping off more blood with the damp cloth.

"It looks good. The back wound won't need stitches. The blood is clotting and its not too deep. I'll just re-bandage it again with some disinfectant."

He kept his head down enough for me to fix it up again before I tilted his head back forward and peeled off the gauze pad on his forehead. "This wound is worse. He hit you much harder the second time."

He nodded at me grimly, he looked to be cringing in pain but trying to hold it in. "Yeah, I figured. My head is pounding from that one for sure. You got anything in that magic medical bag I could give him as payback?"

His eyes opened more, glinting with mischief and I knew he was joking just like he had been the first day we met but I didn't doubt he would love to make Miz pay for what he had done.

"Hmm, what would I have in here that you could use?" I teased, grinning back at him. "Sleeping pills, and then we could just gently push him out of the plane?"

Roman smirked at that. "Who would miss that idiot anyway?"

I could not agree more. "Numbing agents for maybe a certain body part? His tiny balls? " I continued. I saw him smile again as I dug in the bag and was loving the look on his face at my silly comments and decided to push it just one bit further.

I caught his eyes, his oh so gorgeous gray eyes and saw they were already locked on mine and pulled out my scalpel. "How about I just let you take this and I bring him in here and I pretend I don't see whatever happens?"

Roman was smiling so wide that a laugh burst from his lips and I was beaming myself that I could make him feel so relaxed after everything that had been done to him. I knew on that first day he met me all he wanted was to make me smile and that was all I had set out right now to do too.

Dropping the scalpel back in my bag I shook my head, smiling slightly back at him as he settled his head back in the seat cushion with a smirk on his lips, and I loved our little banter.

We both knew it was all in fun and just talk. Threatening the Warden's son for real would be more than dangerous for both of us. But it was plenty of fun to think about.