Hey guys! So before I upload chapter 7; I just wanted to give this story a little bit of an updated. The writing could be better and I want the story to flow a little more. Additionally, Id like to enjoy my creative brain considering life is a little complex at the moment.


"Really Mackey again? This is the fourth prisoner this week with a concussion and laceration." Odette Jenkins questioned, agitation dripping from her tone, as the gurney wheeled past her.

"Shut your mouth Jenkins; just fix the fucking grunts. That's your job bi…" Mackey growled glaring down his nose at her. She saw red as pleased smirk threatened to pull at the corner of his lips watching the agitation grow on her face at the insult.

"Fuck you, asshole! I'm not some little dopey newbie; I run this ward." She began as she shoved him back by the shoulders roughly. "How about you stop fucking beating up prisoners for sport pig!"

It appeared that sweet sentiment of being a pig agitated the little prick.

The tension shot through Mackey like a bolt of electricity and supercharged his movement. Debt practically saw his steps and thought process before his attempted assault began. He led with the right leg going for a crossbody hook aiming to go for her sides. Without much thought or delay, Debt simply slid her leg backwards out of the line of fire causing the older guard to lose his footing.

In that moment, Debt returned to her original position and kneed the guard where the sun doesn't shine causing him to drop to the ground. Her quick acting employees pulled her crouched form before she could go more damage.

As she was now restrained, the guards rushed to retrieve their fallen leader and get them separated as quick as possible. Both guards and hospital staff knew the two needed to be far from each other.

"Get that no-good fucker out of my clinic now." Odette snapped glaring at the pile of guards nodding meekly pulling Mackey back toward the doors.

Shaking off her nurses and doctors, Odette could not help but chuckle softly as she gazed around at their knowing looks. "Thank you for that. I appreciate each and every one of you. Next time we're out; first round is on me."

"We're holding you to that Doctor." Elsie called with a playful smirk. "Some of us lost a lotta money cause we didn't get a fight."

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Odette grinned cheekily as she stuck out her tongue with a wink before turning to scrub up and check in on the new patient.

This was the usual for 'Debt Jenkins and those who worked at the County Jail. Chaos and violence went hand in hand with the medicine and the desire to do better. She understood all its aspects far too well.

Debt unbeknownst to many was a descendant of the Clerkenwell gang. Though they no longer operating under the family name, that didn't mean that Debt nor her siblings weren't raised on the wrong side of the law.

A sigh escaped Odette's lips as her mind wandered to her brother. The idiot had gotten himself locked up in county a couple years ago due to possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute. She knew Theo had been trying to set up a pipeline through Sons of Anarchy Scottish charter.

He wanted to leave the gun trade for drugs and was willing to double cross some very big players to do so. He just wasn't ready for the consequences that those decisions would bring.

She would never forget watching the coroner lift the curtain off of her brother's mutilated corpse in this very jail to identify the body. Her mind could not help but wander to that memory as she gazed upon the unconscious form of her new patient

**Flashback**

"Prisoner 325142…" The man began into the recorder voice quivering at the scornful look Odette shot him. "…potentially one Theodore Jenkins."

The coroner slowly lifted the blue blanket off the corpse and tears began to pool in Odette's hazel eyes. The pale, bruised lifeless corpse before her in fact was Theo. Open gashes and scratches marred his face. Her hand reached out to touch his stubbled and blood splattered cheek.

Odette's gazed went downward gasping softly seeing the incision across his neck. Somebody slit her little brother's throat.

"This is Theodore…this is my brother." She began softly cautious to not break down completely in the coroner's presence.

"Positive identification made as being Theodore Jenkins; cause of death being laceration to the throat and blunt force trauma to the victim's skull." The coroner mumbled as Odette's hazel eyes glimpsed over at the coroner in surprise.

"How did my brother die?" Odette questioned.

"According to records, it occurred during a riot." He murmured as she gazed in shock once again at her brother's corpse.

**End of Flashback**

"Doctor Jenkins?" Elsie questioned drawing her from her memories.

"Sorry Elsie; I didn't quite catch that." Odette murmured with a sheepish grin as she gazed down with clarity upon the actual prisoner upon her gurney.

"This is Prisoner 342...Filip Telford." Elsie began careful to catch her blunder.

Odette made it point for however long a prisoner was in the medical ward that they were treated as human beings. Mind you she was no sap by any mean; precautions were always taken and limbs tied down. That being said, they still were humans to her.

All Elsie knew was that it was one of Odette's rules and she took it very personally.

"He sustained a mild concussion during a riot in the yard. We gave him a mild sedative to calm the prisoner. He was intent on returning to his "brothers" going to solitary. Mr. Telford also sustained quite the head injury out on the pavement."

"Okay let's tilt him so we can clean and staple the word. Go ahead get the beta dine and maybe a local for good measure." Odette murmured adjusting the pillows preparing to roll Filip.

Elsie nodded and followed her directions.

"Yer friend has quite the loud voice, ya ever 'eard that before?" A gravely accented voice questioned causing Odette to chuckle softly as she gazed down at her patient whose eyes fluttered open.

"Many a time; consider yourself lucky you haven't heard her drunk and singing karaoke." She quipped with a grin. "Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are?"

"Last I checked, the name's Filip and I'm in county. 'Though that can't be right cause why would such a fine lass be in hell?"

An amused smirk pulled at Odette's lips as Elsie returned with the beta dine and local. "Elsie go ahead and check in on my other patients, I'll go ahead and close up Mr. Telford here."

"So, I never got yer name lass." Filip murmured gazing up at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Roll to the right first; I have to treat your head injury then I'll tell ya all about me Scotty." Filip's brows went up in surprise and mild annoyance at the nickname.

Oh, how clever Scotty as in Star trek? However, could she have come up with that?

"This may hurt a bit but the rest will be a breeze." Odette murmured prepping the local and inserting the needle into his scalp. A look of surprise painted her face at his lack of outcry and the likes. It did not matter the size, creed or race of man; the men that came across her gurney always folded when it came to needles.

"Alright tough guy, I'm impressed. The name's Odette Jenkins." She began cleaning the wound with beta dine.

"Jenkins ah, English lass?" Filip questioned with a playful tone in his voice.

"Sort of; I grew up in Sunderland till the age of five. Then my family made their way this side of the pond and unleashed themselves upon this great land." She could not help but chew her bottom lip thoughtfully as she began to set up the staples to close the wound shut.

"No wonder ya picked up on the Scot. Doctor to the criminals eh?" He questioned wincing feeling the pressure of the stapler upon his skull.

"I'm in it for the glamour, what can I say?" Odette began with a slight giggle. "You, how did you end up in good ol' County Jail?"

"Bullshit charges." Odette eyed the back of his scalp wearily as she noted the curtness in his voice.

The remaining staples were a breeze to put in closing the wound. Gently placing her hand upon his shoulders, Odette guided him to lie back against the cushions.

"As they always are; be careful down there in solitary. Mackey and the guards in that wing… they're not a good bunch." Odette warned not quite sure why she felt the need to keep an eye out for Filip. Opening the drawer beside her, she pulled out some Dermabond to close up the wound upon his cheek.

"It sounded like ya could take em all by ya self if earlier was any indication." Filip murmured watching the doctor diligently tending to his face.

This was the first time that he could really take in her beauty up close up. Brown eyes sparkled and focused in with intelligence, full lips settled in upturned soft smile. Brown hair that shone even in the dull prison lighting…it's safe to say far too breathtaking.

He wasn't the only one taking in the view before him.

Odette's eyes despite being focused on the wound glanced briefly at Filip. He was quite a handsome gentleman. Salt and pepper painted both his goatee and head and made him look distinguished. Deep set dark eyes were the center point of his face. They held wisdom and cheekiness. Her eyes fell upon the scar cut clear across his face.

Filip had been "gifted" with a Glasgow smile. From the looks of it, it appeared to have healed over well though it definitely happened some time ago. It added to the tough guy exterior and in a strange way it added to his allure. Filip was quite a handsome gent and that gave her even more incentive to prevent any more scarring.

"Lass?"

"Sorry, dazed off. Mackey has a tendency to get under my skin. I'm tired of people getting treated worse than animals in this place particularly by him. You are my least brow-beaten patient to ever come from solitary confinement." He could not help the curiosity watching the thoughtful look upon her face.

"Dr. Jenkins; Sergeant Mackey wants the prisoner returned. He's sending up a guard, do you think he is safe to transport?" Elsie called from the phone.

"Yeah, send him up and let him in. Just make sure it's not Mackey." Odette replied with a tired sharp sigh. There was a chance that she might actually kill him; all she needed was a damn scalpel and a locked/empty operating room.

"It seems as thoug' our time is coming to a close." Filip muttered causing Odette to turn back around curiously.

"It appears as though it is; how are you feeling overall tough guy? Apart from the impressive gash, you've got a mild concussion to boot." Odette questioned wanting to see how his overall health fared.

"I've had my share; this one isn't bad." Filip began as a concerned look painted Odette's face. "I'm alright though lass. You've treated this ol'man well."

"You're too kind." The call of her name across the ward caught her attention. "I'm needed with another patient. I meant what I said earlier though regarding solitary and the shoe; be careful Filip. You are my first and only patient to leave not in a body bag; please don't change that."

"I don't intend to lass…it was a pleasure."

"Right back at ya Scotty," Odette murmured with a warm smile squeezing his wrist before making her way towards her crew to offer a helping hand.

Chibs lay back against the pillow and took a moment to try to compose himself. A head wound, gorgeous lass for a doctor and going to solitary to catch up with the lads was a bit much to grasp. Rubbing his forehead, he gazed about prepared to face the oncoming guards.

He was not prepared for the perky blonde Elsie to pop up beside him.

"Do you feel well enough to stand Mr. Telford? We need to begin to prep you for the transport back with the guards." Elsie questioned as he nodded not interesting in really risking her talking more.

Slowly the blonde aided him to his feet. "Ah there you go! It's all smooth sailing from there."

Chibs could not help but gape at the blonde. Was it truly possible to be that dense? Never in his life had he been so grateful to see the sea of brown uniforms that come to take him down to the shoe.

Sparing one last glance at the good doctor, Chibs made his way down the hall towards the shoe. Odette's warning lingered in his mind with every step he took.

Little did either Odette or Chibs know that their days were going to be far from sailing smooth