Kiteria: There we have it folks, chapter four! Like I said, I've changed a bit, but not much. Even I don't know how much of this I'm gonna change, I just know I want to try to make this story the best I can. Last time I feel I rushed it, so this time I'm gonna try to take my time. Hope you guys enjoy! Please leave me a review!

A deep frown marred the dark-skinned doctor's face as soon as Katrina left the room. Law hadn't missed what Jericho had called her and had noticed the slight tremor in her voice when she'd jokingly said the blonde man from before would beat her if she didn't get downstairs. However, none of that was the cause of his frown. No, what made him frown was the look that had been in the brunette's blue-green eyes as she walked past him to get out of the room. She'd looked like a slave going to answer the call of their master after the fight had been beaten out of them.

"We heading back to the ship now, captain?"

Penguin asked, adjusting the hat on his head, making some of his hair stick up at an odd angle out the side.

"No. You, Sachi, and George go back. Bepo, come with me."

Law ordered low in response, before pushing off the wall and walking down the hall to head back down the stairs of the brothel with Bepo right beside him.

He'd had a bad feeling when he heard Jericho call Katrina's name, and it only got worse when he scanned the room full of people in front of him only to come up empty in his search for the blonde owner of the brothel or the brown-haired girl from earlier. He was about to ask Bepo to find the girl's scent when he heard a loud crash come from inside the room across from him. No one else in the room seemed to notice, or if they did they acted as if they didn't. Women of the brothel were avoiding eye contact with him and he knew in that instant that the women working at this brothel didn't care if anything was going on in that room. They weren't getting involved one way or another. In other words, they were a waste of his time.

Law calmly made his way over to the door that lead into the room the sound had come from, only to have his way barred by two big men in suits, like the ones from earlier. They certainly looked the part of hired muscle, each man had biceps about twice the size of Law's head and were about a foot taller than his own six feet.

"Move back."

"Don't bother Master Jericho."

The two men spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping one another but their message getting through clear enough. They weren't going to let him through.

A dark look crossed the Heart Pirates Captain's face at the order, before pulling a scalpel from his pocket and, in an instant, slitting both men's throats before either of them could comprehend what had happened.

"Bepo."

Law said as he ignored the screams of the people inside the brothel panicking at the sight of the two men bleeding out on the floor. What did these morons think was going to happen? He was a pirate and pirates took whatever they wanted. Telling them they can't go somewhere is only going to make them want to do that exact thing even more. Though in Law's case the men died for daring to order him around. He was getting tired of the amount of people doing that today.

"Guard the door."

His furry subordinate nodded before taking up his position to the right of the door, ready to prevent anyone from attempting to enter. Though Law doubted anyone would after what they just witnessed, but he wasn't in the mood for anymore irritation today. Without even a second glance at the chaos he had caused outside with the two bodies growing colder on the floor, Law stepped into the room, letting the door close behind him.

Katrina gasped in pain as Jericho threw her against a stack of crates, making one of them fall and smash open on the floor.

"You'll have to pay for that, bitch."

Jericho said before grabbing a handful of her hair. His alcohol-layered breath blew out across Katrina's face and made her want to gag.

"Just what did you do for those pirates that made them want to thank you?"

"Fuck you, Jericho. I'm gettin' you your money, so what's it matter if I help a lost pirate find his crew?"

Katrina spat, pushing Jericho back and moving to get out of the storage room that the blonde man had dragged her into. She cried out in shock when a hand weaved itself back into her hair and yanked her back.

"Because you're mine, sweetheart."

Jericho whispered in her ear as he tilted her head back towards him and wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her in place.

"Your crew left you behind to pay for their debt, meaning you belong to me and only me and I can do anything I want with you."

He trailed his hand down her bare stomach and started to go beneath her shorts.

"Back off, Jericho!"

Katrina yelled as she snapped her head back into the blonde's nose and broke out of his hold. She ran for the door, but was yanked back and thrown to the floor.

"You're gonna to pay for that, bitch."

Jericho hissed with a hand holding his broken nose, blood flowing over his fingers and down his face. He gripped her hips as he climbed on top of her. This wasn't the first time the two of them had had altercations like this, however, when Jericho's hands moved to push her shirt up Katrina's eyes widened as she realized what her boss was going to do and started fighting even harder to get away from him.

"Stay still, you little bitch!"

Jericho snapped as he backhanded her in the same spot as before and tore her top off her.

Katrina gasped as cold air hit her newly exposed skin and brought her knee up into Jericho's crotch, making him double over on top of her.

"Get off me, goddammit!"

Katrina shouted as she attempted to push him off her. Jericho sat up and glared down at her, the look in his eyes making the brunette freeze.

"I was going to take it easy on you, but not anymore."

He said in a growl and Katrina tried everything to get the blonde off of her. All her attempts of fighting him off her ceased when Jericho slammed her head against the concrete floor, making her see stars.

"Stay still!"

Katrina could feel Jericho undo her shorts and start to jerk them down her hips. She tried to push him off of her, but her head was pounding and she couldn't see straight. He pushed her legs apart and she felt him shift above her before his weight suddenly disappeared and something warm and wet splattered across her upper body. Her vision was hazy and she struggled to keep her eyes open as the pounding in her head just made her want to shut her eyes. Looking around as best she could to try to see what was going on, Katrina saw a white spotted hat and dark crimson liquid flying through the air. The sight of the crimson substance reminded her of the Jolly Roger of her old pirate crew and memories of her time with them flashed through her mind before she lost her fight to keep her eyes open and everything went black.

Law had walked through the door at the exact moment that Jericho slammed Katrina's head against the floor. The sickeningly loud crack that reverberated throughout the room upon impact made him frown. He'd be surprised if she was conscious after that.

As Jericho pushed the brunette's legs apart Law pulled his nodachi from his shoulders and unsheathed it, silently going unnoticed by the man attempting to rape the girl beneath him. The moment Jericho positioned himself to forever scar the girl beneath him, Law's nodachi sliced through his throat, making his blood spew across the floor and Katrina. Walking up to the slumped over form of the now dead man, Law took a scalpel from the pocket of his jeans before dragging the sharpened blade across the blonde's face from his eyes to his chin. The corners of his mouth were sliced up to his ears, and Law thought about cutting his throat open to see inside, but by that time the body had already started to get cold.

With a slight push, Law watched as the body fell to the floor with a soft thump. The surgeon of death briefly cursed how quickly the body grew cold after death before losing interest. He wasn't very fond of dissecting the dead, they weren't nearly as entertaining to watch. He then remembered the possibly concussed brunette lying half naked and splattered with blood a couple of feet away from him.

"Bepo!"

Law called the bipedal bear as he slid his scalpel back into the front pocket of his jeans after wiping it clean on Jericho's clothes. His nodachi was also clean and safely back in its sheath and balanced across his shoulders.

"Captain?"

Bepo asked as he ambled into the room. His eyes scanned the room from the pants-less and now dead Jericho to the still form of Katrina and a growl tore its way from his throat.

"It's okay, Bepo; the man's dead."

Law said to calm his friend down as he walked over to Katrina. Setting his nodachi down as he crouched beside the unconscious girl, Law fixed her clothes before pulling her into his arms. Her head lolled to the side and Law got a look at the wound on the back of her head from when Jericho slammed it into the ground. Frowning at the look of it, Law stood with an arm under her knees and the other around her back before heading for the door.

"Come on, Bepo, we need to get back to the sub."

He called back to his friend from over his shoulder as he walked back out of the room, stepping over the two dead guards with Bepo following behind, carrying his captain's precious sword, as they headed for the street outside.

Law placed Katrina down on the steel cot inside the infirmary of his sub then rummaged around in a drawer until he found a stethoscope. Giving the unconscious girl on the cot an examination to see if anything was broken was his top priority. He couldn't very well let someone who helped his first mate go without healing if he could help it.

Not finding any broken bones or fractures in her arms, legs, or torso, Law moved his hands upward to check her head. Pressing several different spots, though being careful to avoid the spot he'd seen before, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't until he pressed the back of her head directly on the wound that he got a response out of the girl. Law's probing fingers froze as blue-green eyes fluttered open and stared up at him.

Before he could say anything, the girl screamed.