Lindsey made her way down the long hallway to Yorgi's room. She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, then knocked on the heavy oak door.

"Come in," came Yorgi's voice.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked, cracking the door and peeking inside.

"Ah, little dove, come in," he said, motioning her forward with his hand. She stepped inside and closed the door. Yorgi's room was every bit as extravagant as Yelena's, but with a decidedly more masculine feel.

Lindsey was nervous as she crossed the room to him. He smiled warmly at her, but she knew how easily he faked that sort of thing.

"I need you here tomorrow night," he said in his low accented voice. "We have meeting."

A bit of relief washed over her. She'd been afraid he was going to admonish her for her drinking.

"A meeting?" she asked innocently.

"With a very important businessman. I want you by my side."

Lindsey blinked a couple times. Yorgi had never asked this from her before. "What about Yelena?"

"She'll be there," he said. "And you are spending the next two days with her. You do as she says."

Lindsey tipped her head slightly, her expression asking him to explain.

"You will be charming. You will be proper. You will speak only when the need calls for it. This is a very important deal." His expression was serious and his hazel eyes seemed to bore into hers.

"I understand," she said quietly.

"Good." His expression warmed again. "I knew I could count on you." He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and she quickly shied away from him.

Yorgi looked hurt and furious. "Why did you recoil? I have never hurt you before."

Lindsey looked quickly to the floor. "I-I'm sorry. Force of habit."

"It has become a habit for you to pull away from me?"

"From everyone," she whispered.

Yorgi's eyes narrowed and he spoke with an intense tone. "You will not behave like that tomorrow. You must break this habit now."

"I don't know how to," she whimpered.

"I do not understand," Yorgi said. "You have always been strong. You have been beaten in a fight before. You did not react like this. The fuck happened to you?" His eyes swept up and down her, an air of disgust in his voice. Yorgi disapproved of weakness.

Still looking at the floor, she shook her head as tears burned the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall. Even with Yorgi, she couldn't say it out loud.

Yorgi stared at her for several long minutes. Then he took a sudden, sharp breath, horror and anger flashing through his eyes. "You were more than beaten."

Shaking, she nodded.

"Little dove," he said softly, reaching forward again and gently touching her chin, raising her eyes to him. "I will never let anyone hurt you again. You are safe, here, with me."

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and said, "I'm not safe anywhere."

His lips quivered in anger. "I will kill them. I kill their whole family."

"That won't fix it," she said.

The pure rage that emanated from Yorgi was terrifying. She could feel it in the air as he stood before her, his hands clenching into fists, his entire body shivering. The people around them getting hurt was nothing new to Anarchy 99, even when it wasn't self inflicted. But someone getting abused, a woman getting abused, was unacceptable. Yorgi ran a hand over his face, squeezing his chin.

"Who else knows?" he asked.

"Gohan," she answered.

"And no one else?"

"No one."

Yorgi shook his head violently and stamped his foot. "NO!"

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Yorgi said. He took several deep breaths, which did nothing to calm his temper. Lindsey had never seen him so angry. He paced around the room, yelling in Russian. He snatched a vase from the nightstand and launched it across the room where it hit the wall and shattered. She flinched.

He finally came to a stop at his bed and leaned his forehead against the post. "Not you," he moaned.

Lindsey blinked at him. It was uncharacteristic of him to appear sad. She'd seen him angry, and happy, indifferent, and authoritative. It was well-known that he loved Yelena. On the rare occasion, out of view of anyone else, she'd even seen him compassionate. But never sad. It scared her terribly.

Yorgi screwed up his face and huffed a quick sigh, shaking his head back and forth slowly, still leaning his head against the bed.

"Yorgi, I'm okay," she lied in a soft voice, trying to calm him. She felt a strange need to hold him, squeeze him tightly and convince him that she was the strong person she used to be. But she had never been that affectionate towards him and she just couldn't bring herself to even touch him. She hated herself for it.

"Don't lie to me," he answered, his head snapping up to look at her. He dragged both hands over his face. Seeming to make up his mind about something, Yorgi walked quickly across the room, threw open his door and bellowed, "KIRILL!"

Lindsey flinched and spun on her heel. Kirill was not someone she wanted to be around. He creeped her out.

The sniper walked into the room, a curious expression on his sharp features. Yorgi spoke to him in Russian, he nodded, and left.

"There is no time today," Yorgi said, walking back to Lindsey. "On Saturday, you will go to the range with Kirill."

"I know how to use a gun," she said, not wanting to be alone with the man who sent a chill up her spine.

"You know how to hunt," Yorgi corrected her. "You own no handgun."

Slowly, she nodded, knowing it was useless to argue.

"Good. Now, you go to Yelena," he said, running a hand through his long, thick hair that hung in dark curls to his shoulders. "I need to think. And do not leave this house without telling me."

"Sit up straight," Yelena hissed. "Your posture is terrible."

"Sorry," Lindsey said, straightening her spine and staring at the elaborate place setting before her. "Is it really necessary to have all these dishes?"

"This is important," Yelena said, yet again. "Yorgi will have both our heads if you offend anyone. Now, try again."

Lindsey reached for her water goblet, grabbing it around the stem.

"You're not whacking off your boyfriend," Yelena scolded and Lindsey blushed. "You don't grab it with your whole fist. Pick it up, gracefully, like this." She reached across Lindsey, gingerly picking up the glass with two fingertips and her thumb. "And you sip. Do not gulp like a dog at water dish." She set the goblet back down.

Lindsey did as Yelena instructed, managing to pick the glass up properly. She tried to take a tiny sip, but her hand slipped and she sopped water down her front.

"This is hopeless," Yelena growled impatiently.

"I'm sorry," Lindsey said, feeling like a fool.

Yelena sighed. "Again."

It was early evening before Yelena released Lindsey from her lesson. Lindsey shook her head as she left, pulling her phone from her pocket as she went.

"How's it going, babe?" Gohan asked.

"Eh, okay," Lindsey said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin'. I'm supposed to go to dinner with Yorgi tomorrow night," she said, figuring it was easier to just tell the truth.

"What for?"

"Some kind of meeting he wants me to go to. I don't know what it's about. I think I'm just going to spend the night here. I've got stuff to work on tomorrow with Yelena."

"You want me to come up?"

"You'll be bored all day tomorrow if you do."

"No I won't. I don't mind."

Lindsey sighed. "I dunno."

"I can leave in the morning. I just don't want you by yourself."

"Okay."

"Great. I'll see you in a little bit."

Lindsey hung up the phone. She entered the garage to find Catie and Geumbee sitting at the small bar, Geumbee slowly pronouncing something in Korean to Catie.

Catie looked up at Lindsey and grinned. "I'm learning Korean!"

"That's great, Cat. What have you learned?"

Catie rambled off something that Lindsey didn't understand.

"And what does that mean?"

"My pants are on fire!"

Lindsey snorted, amused. "Lovely."

She had just sat down on a barstool when Gohan walked in, followed by Trunks.

"I didn't know you were coming, too," Lindsey said to Trunks as the boys walked up to the bar.

"Is that a problem?" he asked.

"No, you're fine," she answered.

Catie yelled, "My pants are on fire!" to Trunks and she and Geumbee broke into giggles.

"I worry about you," Trunks laughed and kissed Catie.

"Don't you wanna know what I said?" she asked.

"Not really," he answered, sitting next to her.

"I'm starving," Gohan said. "You guys wanna get something to eat?"

"I already ate," Lindsey lied.

"We're getting ready to order pizza," Xander said from across the room. He and Kolya had been lounging on the floor, deep in concentration on their video game. "You want some?"

"Sounds great," Trunks answered happily.

"I am so full," Gohan groaned a couple hours later.

"You should be," Lindsey said. "You ate three pies."

Gohan shrugged. "Can't help it." He settled back into the couch and turned his attention to the television where Xander and Kolya had resumed their game.

Lindsey jumped as she felt a tugging at her hair. "Hey!"

"Calm down," said a British-tinged accent. "Yelena told me to take these out."

"Oh, Sophie, it's just you," Lindsey sighed and leaned back.

"She was right. Your hair looks like shite," Sophie said as she began to undo the dreadlocks.

"Nice to have everyone throwing compliments at me," Lindsey huffed.

"Hush," Sophie scolded and continued to work.

It took two hours, even with Catie's help, to remove all the dreadlocks. Lindsey's head felt incredibly light and she kept tipping her neck side to side and scratching at her scalp.

"I don't know what they're going to do with this," Sophie said, fingering Lindsey's short hair.

"It's better than it was," Gohan said.

"I look like a boy," Lindsey sighed, catching a glimpse of herself in the darkened windows.

"You're fine," Gohan said and kissed her forehead.

"It's bedtime for you," Sophie said. "You have an early morning tomorrow."

Lindsey huffed and pushed herself to her feet. "Getting real sick of everyone ordering me around like a child."

"Suit yourself," Sophie replied, flopping down next to Kolya. "If you wanna be tired all day, that's your call."

"We'll come with you," Catie offered, standing and pulling Trunks with her as Gohan stood up.

Together, they made their way to Lindsey's room.

"This place is a maze," Trunks said in awe as they walked passed room after room. Some had left their doors open, loud music blaring or the sounds of TVs emanating from behind others that were kept closed.

Lindsey opened the door to her room.

"Nice," Trunks said appreciatively.

Lindsey opened her dresser and withdrew two sets of pajamas and tossed one to Catie.

"Thankie," Catie grinned.

The girls changed quickly inside Lindsey's walk-in closet (which now seemed altogether tiny compared to Yelena's.)

Trunks had turned on the TV and was sitting at the foot of the bed while Gohan was browsing the books on the bookcase.

Without a word, Lindsey crawled under the black and red comforter and curled up on her side.

"Is this bothering you?" Trunks asked her.

She shook her head no and closed her eyes.

Gohan pulled a book from the shelf and sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Ooo, this is a good movie," Catie said, sitting next to Trunks.

"Are you going to dinner tomorrow night, too?" Gohan asked Catie.

"I wasn't invited," she answered, sounding disappointed.

"Darn," Gohan said as he opened the novel. "I was hoping you'd be there with her."

Catie shrugged. "I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"I'm always worried," he said absently.

Lindsey gave a soft snore, already asleep.

"Gohan, I'm sorry for the things I said," Catie apologized sheepishly. "I know it wasn't your fault."

Gohan stuck his finger in the book, marking his place, and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, too, Catie."

"Are we okay, then?"

Gohan smiled. "Yeah."

"About damn time!" Trunks cried loudly.

Gohan scolded, "Shhh!" as Lindsey stirred briefly.

They all held their breath, then continued their conversation when they were sure she hadn't woken.

"So how's the wedding planning coming?" Trunks asked.

"Beats me," Gohan said. "Seems like Yelena's taken over."

"She doesn't seem terribly interested, though," Catie said. "But you should seeeeeeee the dress Geumbee designed."

"Yeah?" Gohan asked, interested. "Is it pretty?"

"I've never seen anything like it," Catie said dreamily. "It's gorgeous. I bet it'll be even better in person."

Gohan's heart warmed at the thought. "I can't wait."

Trunks eyed Catie nervously as she stared at the ceiling with a dreamy, romantic expression on her face. Gohan snickered and pointed at Trunks, mouthing the words, "You're next."

Trunks' eyes widened and he shook his head. "Don't you start," he mouthed back breathlessly.

Gohan laughed out loud.

Catie jerked back to reality. "What's so funny?"

"Uh, the, um, movie," Gohan said quickly and ducked behind his book.

Catie looked questioningly to Trunks who simply shrugged and fixed the TV with an intense stare.

About an hour into the movie, Lindsey began to rustle around in the bed. Trunks and Catie turned to watch her as Gohan set his book on the nightstand.

"Not again," he breathed, leaning down on his side close to his girlfriend.

"Again?" Trunks whispered, concern all over his face.

"She does this," Gohan whispered back.

A sob escaped from Lindsey's throat. She tossed back and forth a couple times, throwing her arms out as if pushing someone away. "Stop!"

Catie bit her lip in worry.

"Should you wake her up?" she asked.

"No, usually she settles down and goes right back to sleep."

Lindsey whined pitifully. "Nooo."

"Shh, you're okay," Gohan soothed, touching her arm.

"Get off me!" she suddenly screamed. "Help! Gohan! Help me!"

"I'm here!" he said, grabbing her arm and laying his face on the pillow next to her. "I'm right here."

"Stop, no! Ow, ow, ow! Don't! Please!" Her voice cracked as she pleaded with her attacker in her dream.

"Lindsey, you're okay," Gohan said in a gentle voice.

"Stop biting," she cried as tears began to roll. "I don't want to."

"Stop," Gohan whispered to her. "Stop, baby, stop."

She violently kicked out at him, throwing herself out of bed at the same time. Her eyes flew open and she stared at her friends in shock for a minute.

"Are you okay?" Catie yelped, jumping from the bed and kneeling next to her friend.

Lindsey squeezed her eyes shut a couple times and shook her head. "Bad dream."

"I'd say," Trunks said.

"I just… need a minute," Lindsey said, getting shakily to her feet. She walked to the bathroom and clicked on the light.

"That was scary," Catie said, sitting back down next to Trunks, visibly shaken.

Gohan shrugged. "I've seen worse."

"Really?" Trunks asked in a hushed voice. He cast a glance at the bathroom door, then asked, "Like what?"

Gohan shook his head. "Just, like, longer versions of this. Sometimes she just cries. She tries to say they're just random dreams, but I don't believe her."

"You think she's dreaming about…" Catie started, but cut herself off as the bathroom door opened.

"Sorry, guys," Lindsey said, trying to force a smile. "Who knew a dream about zombies could be so scary, huh?" She climbed back into bed next to Gohan and snuggled into her pillow.

"See?" Gohan mouthed.

They sat quietly and watched her until they were certain she'd fallen back asleep.

"Do you think she's dreaming about what happened?" Catie asked in a whisper so soft, Gohan barely heard her.

He nodded.

"No wonder Piccolo caught her drinking. I'd have a drink, too," Catie continued in a whisper.

"As long as it doesn't become a habit," Trunks added, his voice hushed like hers.

"I looked that up," Gohan said, crossing his legs and leaning over them towards his friends so they could hear him better. "I didn't see anything online that would suggest she had a problem. Do you think Piccolo overreacted?"

"I'd keep an eye on her," Trunks answered. "It may not be a problem yet, but you don't want it to become one, either."

"True," Gohan said, casting a worried glance at the girl sleeping next to him.

"How horrible to be reliving your worst nightmare every time you sleep," Catie sighed sadly.