First off, I have to give credit where credit is due: thank you to my beta xfang-girlx for catching my mistakes and helping me to look like a more professional writer. :)

Ichigo was beginning to reconsider to his rash decision made in anger. He had always been accused of being hot-headed and making spur of the moment decisions he would regret later. As the door moved against his back and something else crashed to the floor in the room he had locked her in, he was afraid this would be another one of them. If she did not kill him, surely the husband or the scientist would for taking her from the lab. Leaning his head against the shaking door as she snarled and screeched like a beast while clawing for exit, he thought back over the events that had transpired over the last twenty-four hours.

After listening to the explanation straight from a bad science fiction movie given by the scientist, he had been allowed to go into Nami's room. Ichigo could only stare at her at first, frozen by the shocking sight in front of him. Her hair had grown to her waist and lay in disarray around her. She had become incredibly lean and muscular except for the huge bulge at her middle. Her lips parted and long sharp incisors rested against her bottom lip. Once he was over the initial astonishment of the teeth, his eyes moved over the thick brown leather restraints with shiny silver buckles that tethered her wrists to the bars of the bed. Her fingernails were extended and claw-like having the appearance of a cat's claws. His eyes traveled over her massive middle that suddenly moved beneath the sheet as the babies inside of her moved. There were two growing, developing beings inside of her: one belonged to him and one belonged to the other man. It was ironic that the other man was her husband. He moved toward her, stopping when she emitted a small sound like a howl in a her sleep.

'Oh, god, what the hell has that man done to her?' he thought, closing the distance to her bed in a few steps. Placing his hand on her rounded abdomen, he felt the babies shifting beneath her skin. His other hand moved to the restraint closest to him and began unbuckling it.

"I wouldn't do that," a voice warned behind him.

Ichigo spun around to see Grimmjow standing there looking serene as if his wife weren't being held captive. "How can you let this go on?"

"You don't understand what's going on here," Grimmjow said, fury hardening his features and making his face take on a slightly pink color.

"You're damn right I don't understand. Why don't you explain it to me without out of the weird fictitious crap?" he demanded, turning his back to Nami to give the blue haired man his full attention. He was taken by surprise when the man's features crumbled and he thought for sure the man would give in to the tears that sprang to his eyes.

"I wish I could. I don't understand it myself," he stated in a barely audible voice with an obvious tone of defeat.

"Damn," Ichigo grumbled, turning back to Nami before he felt sorry for her husband. "Damn it all."

"I'll give you a few moments alone with her."

Ichigo's mind immediately sprang into action formulating a plan. He was going to get her out of here and save her from the two men who were holding her against her will.

"Nami," he breathed, lurching forward as she threw her body against the door nearly knocking him down. He was instantly brought back to his present predicament. The rest of the escape had been a blur anyway. He remembered an incredibly and deceivingly heavy unconscious woman, an irate husband, and lots of gunshots and yelling.

Everything was fine until she woke up. Nami did not seem to recognize him and began going berserk. She had attempted to attack him, claws raised and teeth bared, but he had ran out of the room and closed the door. Then she had proceeded to begin tearing his bedroom apart. She was so menacing that Renji had ran and hidden upon her arrival at the house before she was even conscious. Cowardly dog...man's best friend indeed.

Ichigo should have taken the dog's reaction as a hint that he had gotten himself into something he had no clue about. Well, actually, her being strapped to the bed and then the soldier's being willing to kill him to keep him from taking her should have been his first clue as to the seriousness of the situation. He had never taken hints very well. His phone began vibrating in his pocket and out of sheer habit he reached for it. Bracing his feet against the floor to push against the door, he answered the phone as she flung herself into the door again. It would not last much longer before she splintered it into a million pieces.

"DAD!" he yelled into the phone, giving into his mounting panic.

"Son, what the hell is the matter with you?" Isshin asked, surprised by his usually quiet and unemotional son's outburst.

"I need you! Bring something, a shot preferably, of something to knock someone out!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking like he was going through puberty.

"What is going on with you?"

"Hurry, please! I'll explain later!"

Isshin heard something that sounded like a bomb going off then the phone call ended from his son's side. "What the hell..."

~...~

Isshin Kurosaki arrived at his son's house, kicking in the door before even bothering to waste time to try the knob. He entered the house to hear an animalistic screaming like that of a panther coming from the back of the house.

"Ichigo!" he bellowed running for the sound with his black doctor's bag held firmly in his hand.

"I'm back here! Hurry!" the boy yelled causing his father's level of fear to rise. This was not like his son at all; what was going on? "Oh, damn!"

Isshin found his son in the hallway with a hugely pregnant woman sitting on top of him. Without asking any questions since the woman seemed intent on killing his only male heir, he sat down his bag and retrieved the injection of valium he had prepared. Although she was pregnant, he jammed the needle into her neck anyway and pushed down the plunger before her claws penetrated Ichigo's neck. Claws? Before he could fathom the concept of claws, she turned to look at him with feral eyes complete with a catlike vertical pupils while showing her sharp teeth that would be happy drawing his blood as well since he had hurt her.

"Whoa," he muttered, backing away as she crawled off his half conscious son and moved toward him.

Nami stared at the tall, muscular man with black spiky hair and dark almost black eyes. He looked a little animalistic himself with all of the hair that covered his body including the thin coat covering his cheeks and chin. She moved toward him with hesitancy since he was a new enemy. He had caused her pain by jamming something into her neck; it had felt like a needle which she was well acquainted with. So far all of these men only caused her pain. The blonde, who was nice at first and even seemed to want to help her, poked her and prodded her constantly with his hands or needles. The blue haired man who she was so physically drawn to and appeared to be the man she loved had been the one who helped the blonde man tie her to the bed. Then the orange haired one took her away from her home and locked her in a room in a strange place. She did not understand what was going on and why these people wanted to hurt her. All she knew was that she needed to protect herself and her babies.

Nami was about to lunge at him but suddenly found that she could not move. Everything in her vision, including the dark man, wavered and blurred. She felt sleepy. What had he done to her?

"Why?" she moaned, dropping to her hands and knees from her crouching position. Her arms protectively and lovingly moved around her belly to protect her little ones. "Please don't hurt them. Help me."

"Nami," she heard the orange haired man whisper her name before she went to sleep. He seemed to care for her but she could not remember him. Who is he?

"Oh, my god," Isshin murmured, watching his son gather the unconscious woman into his arms. He knelt down beside them, peeling her arms away from her belly to feel for the children inside of her. "Who is she?" He refrained from asking his next question: what is she?

"Dad, I think I screwed up. I need your help to fix this," he said, pushing the hair out of her face to look at her. In repose, her face took on it's normal kindness and sweetness; she once again looked like the woman he had fallen in love with. The teeth had receeded as had the claws. He had made a mistake by taking her. He had no idea what he was getting himself into or taking her out of. He realized too late that they were actually helping her and not hurting her.

~...~

"Sir, he's back with your wife," the soldier announced nervously to his irate superior. He jumped out of the way as the blue haired sergeant strode past him purposefully. Sighing deeply, he was relieved he was not the orange haired man who was about to experience Major Hardass's wrath.

Grimmjow slammed the hat down on his head to get it out of his hands before he ripped it in half. He was going to kill Ichigo Kurosaki. Entering the lab, he pushed open the double doors to the front so hard he heard the glass crack when the heavy metal doors hit the walls behind them. People separated or scurried out of his way as he stalked down the hallway to her room with murderous intent oozing from his very being. He could see three men standing in the room with her but only one was his intended target. Stepping into the room, he beelined for the carrot top, slamming him against the wall with a hand grasped around his neck. Before he could say anything, he felt an arm encircle his neck from behind and begin to squeeze in a shockingly strong headlock. Falling to his knees, he pulled the other man down with him before shrugging him off and throwing him to the floor. He grunted as the man flipped him over and straddled his belly and prepared to pummel him senseless. 'Who is this guy?' he wondered as he grabbed the black-haired man's fist and shoved him off, kicking him against the wall. He jumped to his feet, getting ready to grapple with the irritated Ichigo who had been his intended victim.

"STOP IT!" Nami screamed, catching them all off guard and making them freeze in their tracks. Her eyes focused on the orange haired man as a momentary expression of confusion knitted her brows together and deepened her frown. "Ichigo, what are you doing here?"

"You know me?" he inquired, forgetting all about beating the blue haired man to a pulp.

"Well, duh, of course I know you," she said, reaching for him as he sat down on the bed beside her. Hugging him, her eyes fell on her husband whose cheeks had deepened to a furious crimson. "Grimmy? What are you doing?"

"That moron kidnapped you and took you away. I was just about to beat his ass for it when you stopped me," he explained, brushing off the nonexistent dirt from his uniform.

"Who is he?" she asked, looking at the dark-haired man who moved to her bed.

"This is my father, Isshin Kurosaki," Ichigo said, introducing them. She had been unconscious for the trip back to the base which gave him time to explain the situation to his father.

"Nice to meet the mother of my grandchild," he said, throwing his son a searing glance. He was still not happy with Ichigo for the situation he had gotten himself into. He was all for sowing wild oats and had indulged in his fair share of perversion, but he had been dumbfounded by the odd love triangle his son had gotten himself into.

"Being a doctor yourself, would you be able to collaborate with me, offering your expertise and opinions for helping me with this situation?" Kisuke asked, grateful to have another medical expert with which he could talk to about his unusual patient. He also wanted to get the man out of the room to allow the other three to talk to come to some kind of agreement as to how to handle their situation. He knew time was not on their side and they needed to talk while Nami was still in her right mind.

"Of course, especially considering the circumstances," the man answered, once again glaring at his son. He was thrilled with the prospect of having a grandchild; not so thrilled with the fact the mother was another man's wife and she was - definitely different. He followed the man who introduced himself as Captain Kisuke Urahara out of the room not hearing a word the man was saying. It would take a while for him to comprehend all of this.

"What do we do now?" Ichigo inquired, holding Nami's hand in his.

"You can let go of my wife," Grimmjow growled, sitting down on the other side of her and taking her other hand.

"I'm the father of one of her babies, you know," the annoyed carrot top shot back.

"I'm her husband," the blue hair retorted, glowering at him with blue eyes that virtually glowed with anger.

"Yeah, lucky bastard. I hate you for it," he admitted, ignoring the man's broad grin.

"Oh, my god, just shutup you two!" Nami exclaimed, snatching her hands away from both of them to cover her ears.

"You should at least be locked up for this. You stole a valuable science experiment from a military base," Grimmjow said, tasting the bitterness of the words he had just uttered. He remembered he had once been a valuable science experiment as well.

"That science experiment is your wife, you asshole," Ichigo growled.

"Hey, I'm still here, you guys," Nami announced, punching them both in the arms.

"Ow!" they yelled in unison.

"Now, listen, we need to act like grown ups and figure this out. I'm not sure how long I have before I become that thing again," she reminded them, shivering from the thought. She hated it when she became that animal; she forgot everything including who she was. The one thing that she never forgot was that she was a mother and would do anything to protect her children. It was time the dueling idiots remembered that and learned to control themselves.