Goku had never ventured so far into the warehouse before. He had seen the rest of the Z-Fighters back to the farm house and then flown here, determined to sit Lindsey and Gohan down and have a long talk with them about what had occurred that morning. He couldn't understand it. He knew, without a question in his mind, that his future daughter in law was being honest about the situation and he wondered how in the world those men had been determined innocent.

Goku was feeling terribly conflicted. Never before had he stood idly by while someone inflicted harm on others. But always in the past, the villain was someone strong, like himself. Some alien or creation, hell-bent on world domination or destroying the universe. It had never been two common human beings before. While he thought that they should be punished to the extreme, it just didn't seem like a fair fight.

He wandered the hallways, getting turned around and he finally became convinced he was walking in circles. Everything looked the same to him. He finally stopped in his tracks, focused on Gohan's energy and pressed two fingers to his forehead, vanishing and reappearing in Lindsey's bedroom.

Gohan jumped. "Dad! You startled me!"

"Sorry about that," Goku laughed. "I tried to find you the old fashioned way, but this place is huge. I kept bumping into some girl with green hair. I have no idea who she was."

"Yeah that happens a lot around here," Gohan said. He was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees, staring at the wall.

"How is she?" Goku asked, sitting down next to Gohan on the oversized bed.

Gohan shrugged. "She wouldn't speak the whole way home and as soon as we got here, she locked herself in the bathroom. We kept trying to talk to her, but she just sat there."

"Gohan, I can't imagine what you're going through, son," Goku said and put a comforting hand on Gohan's shoulder. He could feel his son shaking slightly, his power level beginning to creep up.

"I honestly thought today was going to change everything," Gohan said, shaking his head. "I thought she'd really go back to being normal after they locked those guys away. And now, they're free to do as they please. There is no justice in this world."

Gohan's shoulders heaved as he began to sob. He hated to cry, especially in front of his dad, but he just couldn't hold it in anymore. The disappointment with the outcome of the trial, the sheer exhaustion of having your nerves on end for days, the anger, the frustration, was all too much.

Without judgment or hesitation, Goku pulled his son to him, holding him tightly. His son had always been a bit of an emotional boy and while Goku saw that as a strength, he'd also seen the damage Gohan could inflict when he was upset.

"Let it all out, Gohan. It's all right."

"I'm just so angry!"

"I know."

"How can you do that to another living being? An innocent person? A GIRL?" Gohan cried. "No one deserves that!"

Goku didn't answer. He didn't know the answer. He couldn't fathom it himself and was finding his own heart hurting, too. He hated seeing his son so sad. He had even come to love Lindsey as his own. He knew that the two of them needed each other now more than ever.

After several long minutes, Gohan took a deep, calming breath and scrubbed at his eyes with his fist. He sat up straight again. "I'm sorry, dad."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Goku answered. "It's okay to hurt. It's okay to cry. I'd be more worried about you if you didn't."

"I just don't want her to think I'm weak."

"Having compassion and caring about our loved ones isn't weak, Gohan. You know that."

Gohan sniffed and nodded. He took a long, quavering breath, leaning back on the bed with one hand. "Man, I'm hungry."

"Hey! Now there's a good idea!" Goku cried happily. "This place is incredible; I bet they've got awesome food. Why don't you go grab us something to eat?"

"I don't want to leave Lindsey alone," Gohan said.

"I'll stay with her," Goku offered.

"Well, okay," Gohan said uncertainly as he got to his feet. "I'll be back in a bit."

Goku looked around the room, not sure what to do without Gohan there. He felt rather out of place. He stood and wandered around the dark, windowless room, looking at black-framed pictures on the walls and dresser top, the pillar candles, the knick-knacks. The dark, gothic feel of this room was a stark contrast to the light, breezy country theme of her room at the farm house.

Goku heard a thud from the bathroom and figured Lindsey was getting ready to return to the bedroom. 'Uh, oh. I'd better let her know I'm here.' He didn't want her just walking out if she wasn't dressed or something. That would make for an uncomfortable moment. He walked to the bathroom door, put his hand up by his mouth and said loudly, "Lindsey, it's me, Goku! Gohan went to get us some food so I thought I'd stay here with you."

There was no reply.

"Hey, are you okay in there?"

Silence.

Goku was becoming worried. What if she'd slipped and was hurt? Was that the thud he'd heard?

"Lindsey, if you don't answer me right now, I'm coming in there!"

Still there was no answer.

He debated for a minute, trying to decide what to do. He tried the doorknob, but it was locked. "Okay! I'm coming in! One! … Two! …" He didn't want to do it. He really didn't. But when she didn't answer, he felt as though he had no choice. He had to make sure she was okay. "THREE!" Goku easily kicked the door open, splintering the doorframe where the deadbolt had held it closed. The door banged open, flying inwards towards the bathroom, the hinges creaking from the sudden strain.

Goku blinked at the high-contrast black and white striped walls. "Lindsey?" he asked. He took a few nervous steps into the bathroom, not wanting to accidentally see her indecent, but worried enough that he had to check, looking around until his foot hit something. Nearly stumbling, he caught himself and looked down.

Lindsey was lying on her side on the floor, unconscious. Her jacket was hanging on the back of the door, and she now wore a sleeveless black top and her charcoal colored skirt. Her skin was deathly pale against the black tile floor. Goku dropped next to her on his knees. "Lindsey?" he cried, shaking her shoulder. Her skin felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that she remained so incredibly pale. "I don't understand…"

And then he saw it. A small needle was lying next to her right arm and he jumped backwards, slamming his back against the bathroom wall, smacking the back of his head. He grabbed his head with both hands and cringed at the pain. Why a needle?! God, he couldn't stand the sight of those things. Swallowing hard and shaking his head, he crept to her again, pulling her into his lap, shaking her violently. "Lindsey! Wake up!" He grabbed a washcloth from the vanity top and wetted it under the sink one-handed, cradling her shoulders in his right arm, still trying to shake her awake. "Come on, wake up. Please wake up." He ran the sopping cold rag across her forehead and face, hoping it would rouse her. She remained limp and unresponsive.

"What have you done?" Goku asked desperately.

She began to gasp for air, like a person having an asthma attack, and Goku realized she was beyond his help at that point. Scooping her into his arms, he ran through her room and out into the hallway. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! SHE'S HURT!"

Yelena came running down the hallway as fast as her stilettos would let her. She had been on her way to her room, carrying a large stack of papers. "What happen?"

"I don't know. I found her on the floor. There was a needle…"

Yelena's dark eyes flashed and she fixed them intently on Goku's. "Come," she commanded and ran down the hallway, Goku right on her heels. Yelena pulled a phone from her pocket and dialed it as she ran. "Lindsey overdose," Yelena gasped into the phone as she turned a corner. "We bring her to you room."

They hurried up two flights of stairs and at the top Yelena pointed to the big, heavy doors at the end of the hallway. "Take her to Yorgi. I get first aid."

Goku sprinted for the doors just as Yorgi opened them and stepped aside. Goku stopped just inside the room as Yorgi shut the doors behind him.

"She won't wake up," Goku said, still cradling his future daughter-in-law in his arms.

Yorgi peered at Lindsey for a moment, grabbing her wrist and examining her arm. "Shit," he whispered. "Put her on the bed." He jerked his chin towards the massive bed that sat with its extravagant headboard against the wall.

Lindsey's lips and fingernails had turned a pale blue color and her breathing was shallow.

"I don't understand," Goku said again. "Did she do this to herself? What's going on?"

Yelena entered the room then, carrying a large red duffle bag with her. "Toby wasn't lying about this," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope from the bag.

Goku's expression was puzzled. "She's been using drugs?"

"For awhile now, from the looks of it," Yelena answered, rapidly squeezing the bulb to inflate the cuff.

Yorgi leaned over from the other side of the bed. "You see this?" he asked, pointing at the dark, small bruises on Lindsey's inside elbows. "Track marks. They come from shooting drugs directly into your veins."

"But why?" Goku asked. "Why would she do that to herself?"

Yorgi shook his head.

"That guy they kept talking about… Niko… Nika…"

"Nikolai," Yorgi said.

"Yeah! Him! Did he do this?"

Yorgi fixed Goku with a dangerous stare. "My brother may be an idiot at times, but he is not this stupid."

"Her blood pressure's low," Yelena said. "We need to get an IV going."

"Shouldn't we take her to a hospital or something?" Goku asked nervously as Yelena began to pull more items from her kit.

"We can handle this here," Yelena answered. She unpackaged the rather large IV needle and Goku jumped backwards again.

"This is traumatic for you," Yorgi stated. "Come." He led Goku over to a large desk and pulled out the chair for him. Goku warily sat down with his back to Lindsey and Yelena. Yorgi plunked a large tumbler in front of him, half-filled with clear liquid and ice.

"Drink that."

"It smells awful," Goku protested.

"Drink it anyway."

Goku forced himself to swallow the liquor down, even as it seared his throat. "Oh, god, that's awful."

"It'll grow on you," Yorgi said, clapping Goku on the shoulder. He pulled out his phone and tapped at the screen for a moment, then slid it back in his pocket. A couple minutes later, there was a terrible thundering coming from the hall and the door burst open, three men freezing on the threshold for a minute, all of them looking out of breath and horror-struck.

The only one Goku recognized was his son. "Gohan," he started, but Yorgi cut across him.

"Search her room. Find what she took."

"Lindsey…" Xander said, taking a step forward. Yorgi caught him in the chest, open handed, and stopped him.

"Search her room."

Without further protest, Gohan, Xander and Kolya ran back the way they came, yelling angrily at each other as they did so.

"Did you give her the drugs or not?" Gohan spat at Kolya as they thundered down the stairs.

"I gave her pot, only."

"You did what?!" Xander yelled, nearly falling on the stairs as he looked over his shoulder at Kolya.

"I was try to help."

They continued to run down another two hallways and down a second flight of stairs.

"How was that helping, Kolya?" Gohan screamed.

"She not sleep! She not smile! Weed fix that!"

They reached her bedroom and Xander opened the door, walking in and immediately looking around.

"She didn't need all that!" Gohan argued, standing in the middle of the room, staring up at the tall Russian who was a good seven inches taller than he was. "It didn't fix anything! What good did it do?"

"I not hear you complaining when she was fucking your brains out."

Gohan gaped at those words.

Kolya narrowed his eyes. "My room right above yours," he pointed at the ceiling.

Gohan's eyes went wide and he blushed bright red. "She was high?"

Kolya nodded with a snort and turned to the dresser, ripping items of clothing from the drawers and tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

"Are you even concerned that she overdosed? She could die!" Gohan demanded.

"You can't overdose on weed, Gohan," Xander called over his shoulder, rummaging through the nightstand.

"Then what else did you give her?" Gohan asked, turning to the computer desk and ripping open a drawer that fell apart in his hand from the sheer force he used. Pens and papers scattered all over the floor. Gohan sighed, "Dammit."

"I tell you, weed only," Kolya insisted.

"Then she got it somewhere else," Xander said in a low, thoughtful voice. He stood stock-still, trying to think where she'd hide her stash. He clomped across the wood floor in his heavy boots to the bathroom. On the floor was a small wooden box, its top flipped open, containing a glass tobacco pipe, a small bag of weed, some factory-wrapped needles, and a tiny bag of white powder. He carefully picked it up and returned to the bedroom. "I found it."

Kolya and Gohan rushed to him, peering inside the box.

"You ever seen this before?" Xander asked.

"No," Gohan breathed, staring in disbelief. There it was, cold, concrete proof that she'd been using drugs. Proof that she had lied to him. Again.

"Come on," Xander said, snapping the box shut and hurrying from the room, Kolya and Gohan on his heels.

"X found it," Kolya announced as they reentered Yorgi's room.

Yorgi calmly accepted the box from Xander and placed it on the desk next to Goku's still empty glass. He opened it and ran his eyes over the contents. He picked up the small bag of powder, opened it, stuck his finger inside, then barely touched his finger to his tongue.

He spat on the floor. "Coke," he said simply.

"She's been shooting up COCAINE?" Xander exclaimed. "How is she not dead yet?"

Gohan fell hard on the floor, grabbing his head and pressing his elbows to his knees.

Yorgi rounded on his brother. "YOU GIVE HER THIS?!"

"NO!" Kolya shouted back angrily. "WEED ONLY! I NO DO THAT SHIT. YOU KNOW THAT!"

Yorgi swung on his younger brother, landing a punch to his neck, as Kolya retaliated. In one fluid motion, Kolya slid the leather jacket from his shoulders and tossed it away, bringing his fist up to punch Yorgi in the stomach. Kolya was the only person in Anarchy 99 who wasn't afraid of Yorgi.

"YOU KNOW BETTER!" Kolya screamed.

"I KNOW YOU A IDIOT!"

They began to argue in Russian, still swinging at each other, until Kolya resorted to tackling his shorter brother around the waist, pinning him to the hardwood floor.

"YOU STUPID – SONUVA – BITCH!" Yorgi hissed through clenched teeth, slamming his fists on his brother's back.

Kolya sat up, straddling Yorgi's chest, and dug his knees into the crooks of Yorgi's elbows as Yorgi bellowed in rage and pain.

"It… not… me…" Kolya panted, resting his hands on his hips, staring down at the man he had pinned to the floor.

Yorgi was breathing hard, too, studying his brother who loomed over him. Finally Yorgi gave a nod and Kolya stood, extending a hand and helping Yorgi to his feet. Yorgi smoothed his long-sleeved, dark blue shirt and gave his hair a shake. "You lucky you my brother," he growled, rubbing his arms.

Xander had that bored expression on his face again. "So if you didn't give it to her, who did?"

No one answered.

Yelena finally walked towards the group of men. "She's stable for the moment. If we get her through the night, she will survive." She looked at Goku. "Lucky you found her."

"Lucky I was there," Goku said with a nervous laugh.

"How did you know she was in trouble, dad?" Gohan asked from his place on the floor.

"I heard a loud bang," Goku answered. "I thought she'd slipped or something."

"Lucky for all of us Yelena was army medic," Kolya put in.

Gohan looked up at Yelena. He'd never known that. It gave him the slightest amount of comfort. He stared at the floor, his elbows still on his bent knees, the heels of his hands pressing into his forehead. He was going numb inside… He wasn't sure whether to feel angry or scared or hurt… there was just a cold emptiness there that he'd never felt before in his life.

"Do you think this was intentional?" Xander asked Yorgi.

Yorgi shook his head. "If it was, she would already be gone. She had enough to do the job if she want to."

Xander pressed his lips together, nodding. He looked at Yorgi's massive bed, with the floor-to-ceiling bedposts. There was a lump in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow.

"We have a lot of work to do," Yelena said. "This is not going to be easy."

"What do you mean?" Gohan asked.

"Detoxing her is going to be nightmare," Yelena answered. "We need to watch her twenty-four hours a day."

"I'll do it," Gohan volunteered.

"Me too," Xander offered.

"No, neither of you," Yelena argued. "You're too close to her. She will resent you for it and you will give in. Not a good plan. We need someone else."

"I keep her here, in my room," Yorgi said. "I watch her."

"I'll help," Goku offered.

Yelena nodded. "Between the three of us, if we work together, we should be able to do it. But I warn you, she is not going to be herself."

"I can handle it," Goku replied.

"I don't understand," Gohan said. "She's been really outgoing and confident again the passed two months."

"And she has been moody and irrational, too," Yelena corrected him. She shook her head, trying to show Gohan a bit of sympathy, "She was not herself, Gohan. Deep down, you know that. She was high."

"The whole time?" he asked, disappointedly.

"The whole time." Yelena turned to Kolya. "Bring us some of her clothes and her pillow. And search them thoroughly before you do."

Kolya nodded and left the room.

"Get out of here," Yorgi told Xander. "Take him with you."

Xander reached down and grabbed Gohan under the arms and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon."

Goku looked at Gohan and heaved a sigh. "I guess I'd better tell your mother what's going on."