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Nami took a big breath in and knocked on the door. She heard the commotion and yelling but finally, someone shuffled to the door and swung it open. Nami watched as Sanji swayed in front of her in an apron and with a ladle in hand. "Nami-swan! You beautiful sunrise! Come in, com-"

Zoro rushed past him and mumbled under his breath. "Let's just go."

Nami heard the hardness in his voice, devoid of emotion and through grit teeth. His head was low but Nami saw his eyes. They were not angry, as she hoped they would have been, but sad. She saw in them a distinct reflection of her own heavy heart, and she wished she could shut herself off and ignore it. However, she was her mother's daughter and she instinctively cared.

Before Zoro could make it past her, a ladle hit his head and he swung around in fury.

"I said Nami is having breakfast, you vile swamp creature. You could stare, but I am feeding my princess."

Zoro gripped his head and for the first time, he looked directly at Nami. She wished he had not. It was not fear she felt but some sort of guilt. For what? The kiss that never happened? Was Zoro so cruel to hold that against her? Nami figured he was like any other man, jaded about not getting what he wanted when he wanted it. She grew angry. What gave him the right to judge her? Sure, she was cold and cruel, but she had to be. There was nothing in her nature that suggested she wanted more from Zoro. Well, except, maybe the flirting. The teasing. The games. That lace outfit. That time she walked into the men's gym locker looking for him. The drinking. The hugs. The long stares into each other's eyes. His habit of just carrying her stuff around...or her. Or that moment he was naked in her house. In addition, she drugged him. Oh, and when she-

"Nami?"

"Huh?" She brought herself out of her thoughts and looked at the blonde man in surprise.

"I told you to come in but you kinda froze."

She smiled. "Yes, right. Thank you, Sanji. You are so sweet. I would love breakfast."

Nami looked directly at Zoro who frowned deeply. He followed her back into the apartment but Sanji stopped him. "Be nice, Zoro."

Zoro shoved his hands in his pants and whispered fiercely, "Bite me."

Zoro found his way to the counter and sat one chair away from Nami. She took notice and moved right next to him. Zoro glared, and she glared back. Sanji, on the other side of the counter, with pancake mix in hand looked between them and sighed. "Okay, you two. Save the bedroom eyes for later-"

"Enough with those jokes, man," Zoro did not look away from Nami as he spoke to Sanji.

"Well, you know…I call it like I see it," Sanji said as he mixed and got the flat top greased.

"And what are you seeing, Sanji? I am just a girl who is helping a boy get some money," Nami spoke as she kept her glare at Zoro.

Sanji poured a spoon of batter on the stovetop, and it sizzled. He found it ironic as he watched what could have a been a physical spark light between Nami and Zoro. Suddenly Nami sniffed and turned to Sanji wide-eyed.

"What are you making?"

Sanji grinned as he mixed, "These are Swedish pancakes. Very similar to crepes. I thought you might like a light breakfast, so it is rather simple. Eggs, milk, sugar, water. I put extra eggs in since I know you guys will probably need the protein."

Nami leaned over and took a big breathe in. "Did you add vanilla?"

"Yes, wow! It was only a dash of it really. You have quite a nose, Nami-Swan!"

Nami tucked a hair behind her ear and peered at the cooking batter. "My mom made these all the time when I was little. She added a bit of vanilla since I liked things sweet. Then we would have some sliced oranges and my sister made this great lavender honey butter."

Sanji wiggled and waved. "Oh, that sounds delicious and beautiful, Nami! I did not know you had a sister. If she is as beautiful as you then I would love to meet her!"

Sanji still praised Nami, but Zoro noticed the stillness around her. Her face contoured into worry as if she said something she should not have. It seemed to shake her, and from the moment Nami tucked her hair behind her ear, Zoro wanted to reach out and feel her. However, he told himself he would not. He made a resolution to not make a single movement to comfort her unless she asked for it. Zoro was done with playing her game.

Nami stuttered, "Um, yeah. Well, she's…away. I, um, am not that hungry actually. Zoro, we should go."

She rose out of her seat and made a beeline for the door. Sanji started to go after her but Zoro stopped him. "Let her go."

Sanji turned with sadness and anger, "But she-"

Zoro pulled out a container and put some pancakes inside. He wrapped it up and spoke quietly, "Look, she'll be fine. Just…let it go."

He got up to leave and Sanji grabbed his shoulder. "Remember what I said, Zoro. Don't..."

Zoro shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I know. I know."

Sanji watched the door close behind him and walked to the window to see Nami seated at the steps down to the parking lot with Zoro in a slow walk towards her. Sanji hoped for the best but then his phone rang by his hip. He picked it up, still distracted by the scene outside his window.

"Hello? Oh, Miss Detective. How are you? Meet you?"

He looked at his watch and then out his window to see Nami and Zoro seemingly lost in conversation.

"Yes I can, my lady, just tell me where and when."

As Zoro left the apartment, he saw Nami at the end of the walkway by the stairs. He was still mad at her, and he still wanted to go with his plan. As much as Sanji cared, he had a tendency to go off the deep end. As Zoro watched Nami exhale and inhale slowly, he knew she did not need that and even though it would bring him joy to have more control over her than vice versa, he respected her need for space and privacy. Even if it cost him a bit of pride.

Nami did not know why she stopped running. She would have normally fought back, be argumentative if only to change the topic but she did not have it in her to be challenging and confrontational. To her, this was a lose-lose situation, because, after last night, she was too raw to squirm around the thought of Nojiko. She gripped her empty belly, and she wanted to taste the pancakes so she could remember a good moment in her life again. It was tiring always thinking back and feeling pain. However, what if Zoro called her out on something? Unlike others, he was unfazed by her sexual nature, which made him dangerous to her. She cursed herself for having such high expectations of strengths and weaknesses and found the one man who made her work harder than ever before because he did not have vices she could exploit.

However, what was all this scheming for? To keep her secrets locked up and her hands to herself? She put her face in her palms and exhaled loudly. This was entirely his fault. She went through all the trouble of getting Usopp to send her Sanji's address and phone number, so she could come over and start fresh. Yet, with only a single look, the man made her weary of her resolve. Was she truly at fault for how things went? No. Stupid Sanji had to make the one type of pancakes her French mother made and Nami just had to spill the beans. It was a hasty decision to leave and as her stomach rumbled, she wished she could have absolute control over herself. Never grow sad again. Never be hungry again. Never feel anything until she was ready…but she wondered if she would ever be.

"I got some to go." His voice shocked her from his position behind her.

"Don't scare me like that!" She fumed and rose to glare at him.

He returned the glare with a snarky tone, "Well, you ran off and I could hear your stomach from the apartment."

Nami blushed and held herself, "Well, I'm fine."

Zoro opened his mouth to argue but he stopped himself. With a quiet sigh, he said, "I know."

He walked past her down the steps to her car and called over his shoulder, "Are you coming?"

Nami was not ready to forgive him for making her think things were her fault. He clearly had a plan up his sleeve, but Nami did not know what. However, they needed to get moving and so she walked down the steps, unlocked her car, and got in.

She looked over to see Zoro already with his belt buckled, but his stare was straight ahead. He did not make a move to look at her or acknowledge her. For some reason, that hurt more than his angry stare. As they drove, Nami's stomach growled more loudly this time and she turned the music up. Zoro watched her from the corner of his eye and unwrapped the container.

He motioned it to her and said, "Here. Eat."

Nami glanced down and held back a smile. Zoro even put some powdered sugar on top, and with the container now open, her car smelled delicious and felt a bit warmer. "Um, I can't. I'm driving."

"Well, you can eat there." He began to close the container.

"No. Wait. Um, I'm going to be doing some work too, so eating right before a workout is not good."

Zoro said nothing in response and looked down at the flimsy cakes with a scowl. He did not like sweet things at all, so he did not think it was very edible, to begin with.

"Can you…can you feed me?"

If Zoro were driving, he would have stepped on the break so hard that he would fly out the window, but instead, it was Nami who drove. She did not look at him as she said it, and her odd request did not throw her in the slightest. As for Zoro, he did not want to give her any more ammo to feed whatever desire she had to disturb others. Therefore, Zoro picked up a piece of the sugary thin food and brought it to her face.

"Wait, you don't have a fork?" Nami asked incredulously.

Zoro blushed and he was thankful that she had to keep her eyes on the road. "Uh, no. Why do you need a fork?"

Nami grinned broadly. "Zoro, are you saying you want to put your fingers in my mouth?"

"You made it obvious by knocking at my door."

Nami was taken aback. "Uh, no. I needed to pick you up."

"Really? Sanji told me you asked a fancy friend of yours to figure out my address and phone number."

"Sanji's."

"Right and here you are. So greedy."

"Greedy?"

"Yes, Nami. You want everything your way, and you want me to play the fool. I'm not going to anymore."

Nami looked over at him as he brought a piece of pancake to his mouth. He put it in slowly and stared at her the entire time. It would have been an enticing way to get her to taste the sugar off his lips, but then he scowled and coughed. "Oh, ew! This is literally all sugar."

Nami giggled and winked at him. "Oh, Zoro, if you are trying to tease me, you need to do better. Cause you're rocking with the best, and you're right…I am greedy."

Zoro snorted. "I know, witch. But you need to admit that you are- you are...controlling. You want to be in charge. But I'm not part of your routine. I'll make you work, too."

Nami did not want to explore what he was referring to. She did not want to bring up what could have happened but rather wanted to joke. If she kept it as a joke, she did not need to admit anything. He went back to look at the pancakes and she smirked. Sure, he could say that she had to work, but Nami did not need to give him a phone call because she had nothing to say. She would tell him when it was over because he was half-right, Nami had no games to play when it came to her freedom. He knew she was coming over and wore his shorts and blue sleeveless shirt, as if he did not know his body was an asset he had, too. If he wanted to play, fine, Nami would bite.

Nami took the opportunity to open her mouth wide and said, "Ahhh."

Zoro frowned at the way her lips curved slightly because she enjoyed making him do odd and strange things with her. He came closer and her lips brushed his fingers as she took the food into her mouth. It was not a slow motion, but to Zoro, it seemed like ages. Her lips were unbelievably soft, like plush wet clouds. He briefly felt her rough tongue on his fingertips and it was a strange sensation that made him want to mimic her mouth movements. Open and apparent, but as he pulled his hand back, the very tips were shiny with her saliva.

She moaned and gave him a wink, "Mmmm, that's good, Zoro."

He rolled his eyes. "You know I didn't make it, witch."

She swallowed and licked her lips. "I'll be sure to thank Sanji."

Zoro mumbled to himself as he passed her another piece. He tried to make her move towards him, but that was his mistake. Nami edged forward and bit his fingers. It did not hurt at all, but Zoro threw all his attention at her. "Nami, you're not funny."

She licked his thumb, and Zoro could hardly control the way his hand went to cup her face. He egged her on, and she managed to keep them in one lane while simultaneously sucking his thumb.

"Hey Nami…" his voice was low and husky.

"Hmm?" Nami said, too preoccupied with her desire to make him melt in her mouth.

"You never asked if I washed my hands."

Nami coughed and spat his finger out. The piece of pancake lodged itself in the back of her throat, and Nami started heaving to get it out. All the while, Zoro laughed uncontrollably. Even with the car shaking from side to side, he gripped his sides. Nami chugged her water bottle and scrubbed her tongue.

"Serves you right, witch! You think you can just get off doing stuff like that and I'm not going to say anything?"

Nami coughed and cleared her throat, "You are disgusting."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, still giddy from Nami's embarrassment, "And just sucking a guy's hand while driving is…normal for you?"

Nami gave him her coldest look. "Are you shaming me? What? Men can do whatever but when a woman wants something, she's a slut?"

Zoro put his hands up in defense. "Whoa, whoa. I did not say any of that. I am not here to judge you, Nami. But, I am glad you are admitting it."

"Admit what?" She spat.

"That you want me."

Before she could rebuttal, he shoved another piece of pancake in her mouth, but Nami still tried to talk.

"Ah, don't talk with your mouth full. That's disgusting."

Nami took her water bottle and sprayed him in the face. He looked at her wet and wide-eyed. Nami chewed, swallowed, and started laughing. She brought her attention back to the road while she heard him shuffle.

"Now, wait, Zoro. I'm driving so-"

However, it was too late as pieces of pancake hit her face and hair and landed in her lap. She squirmed and screamed. "Zoro! Stop that!"

Zoro was too busy laughing and launching to care. "I'm sorry, are you still hungry? Here! And here!"

Nami tried to dodge but she was too busy giggling as she sprayed water at him. Of course, their commotion caused Nami to swivel the car back and forth. It was a deserted road out of town, but a cop car did watch them and suddenly the rearview mirror was flooded with red and blue lights.

Nami and Zoro glanced behind them and said in unison, "Shit!"

She pulled over and tried to look decent, but between the pancake stuck to her face and water spilled down her shirt, Nami did not look like a stable individual. The cop came over to her side and tapped on the window, which Nami instantly pulled down. "Hi, officer-"

"License and registration, Ma'am."

"Um, right." She moved to get it from the glove compartment but fought with Zoro, whose knees blocked it from opening fully.

"Is there a problem?" The cop leaned down to look at the two of them. He brought his sunglasses down to stare at the mess. Zoro gave him a glare.

"No, no. I was just getting the papers. Um, I'm sorry if I was driving erratically. We just seemed to have a bit of mess in the car you see."

The cop took the papers and looked it over. "I can see that just fine. You know this would be considered distracted driving and warrants a citation?"

Nami grew worried and started batting her eyelashes. "Um, no. I didn't, Officer. I just…I'm visiting my sick mother, and well, we made her favorite breakfast food but we hit a bump in the road and they flew around everywhere."

"What hospital?"

"Cocoyasi Village's."

The cop raised an eyebrow and leaned down to Nami's window. "That's pretty far."

Nami nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm from there originally."

"And him?" The cop pointed to Zoro who still looked at him with disdain, regardless of having powdered sugar on his nose and covered in sticky liquid from the mixture of pancake and water.

"Oh, my boyfriend. He is from around here-"

"Where is that?" The cop directed his question to Zoro who seemed reluctant to reply.

"He's from-"

The cop stopped her and pointed at Zoro. "I was asking him. Do we have a problem, sir?"

Zoro sucked air through his teeth but finally replied, "East Blue."

"Can I see your license?"

Nami leaned forward and calmly spoke, "Actually, no. You do not need to see his license. He wasn't driving."

The cop glared back at Nami. "Well, if he was a part of your erratic driving-"

"Then you would give me a citation and that would be it. However, you know a girl like me would never do something so rash. I promise I'm good…just trying to visit my really ill mother so she can meet my idiot of a boyfriend. You know? I am really sorry, but, we just need to go…she's getting sicker by the day. So, please, Officer. Are you detaining me, or am I free to go?"

The cop looked at her and Nami looked back, tears welling up in her eyes. Zoro was a bit awestruck at her demeanor. As much as she annoyed him, Nami had a way to take control of situations. As much as he hated cops, he loved how Nami handled herself because it meant they would get off.

"I suppose I can let you off with a warning. It is better to pull over than to drive while distracted, okay, Miss um…In-Inbrott-st-juv?"

He handed her the papers and she took it sweetly. "Ha-ha, good try, Officer. Not many people can pronounce it. And thank you, I'll be sure to stay here until we're ready to drive on."

As he walked back to his car and pulled off, Nami watched him leave and turn down the road. She finally brought her attention back to Zoro and punched him in the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?" He said as he rubbed his shoulder.

She grabbed some tissues, tried to wipe herself, and tossed him the rest of the box. "Shut up, that didn't hurt. And it was for your stupidity. We almost got a ticket. And your scowl did not help either!"

Zoro rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I don't like cops."

She pinched his ear. "And you think I do?"

She let go and put the car in drive, as he looked over at her. "What kind of last name is that?"

Nami did not look at him. "Hell, I know. That's a fake ID."

Zoro laughed. "Why would you need a fake ID?"

Nami glanced a look and did not smile. "Because I need one. Why do you hate cops?"

Zoro frowned and looked out the window. "Because I do."

"Does it have anything to do with Luffy?"

Zoro spun around and shouted at her, "What are you talking about?"

Nami pulled off to the side roughly and put the car I park. "I should be asking you that. Remember that night you basically attacked me? Yeah, you were shouting out about Luffy. And if that has anything to do with your fight with law enforcement, then I need to know!"

"Why?" He was angry and did not see any need for her to pry into his life.

"Because if we're supposed to make it big, we need to be clean. If you have crimes to your name or some beef with big people, then that makes this plan all that harder to execute. You get it?"

"Is that all this is then? All I am? A piece of your plan?"

Nami leaned back into her chair and looked at him. "What do you want me to say, Zoro? I told you what I wanted when I met you. What has changed since then?"

Zoro found it hard to discuss his feelings and so he just looked out the window. "Forget it. Let's go."

"No, if you need to get something off your chest then-"

"It's not just me who needs to do that." He gave her one final look and then resigned himself to the window.

Nami did not know why she needed to be on the defensive with him, but as she put the car in drive and the sweetest of the pancake smell dissipated to be a nasty wet stench, Nami knew she had to give to get. She was greedy, and if she was going to get everything she needed out of Zoro, she would have to get them both out of this state of mind.

Music Inspiration/Theme: "Greedy" (Ariana Grande)

P.S. "inbrottstjuv" is Swedish for...*dun-dun-dun* burglar; thief; intruder; housebreaker; infiltrator; sneak-thief; cracksman; cat burglar; interloper; trespasser; sneak thief; cat-burglar. Cause you know, Cat Burglar Nami should have a last name...even if it is fake:P