"Sorry guys." You sighed as the last few people trickled out of the garage.

Most took you kicking them out surprisingly well while only a handful shot annoyed glares at you and grumbled remarks about you letting Kid decide things for you under their breath. They could be pissy all they wanted, as long as they left before he came back. They didn't want to know how bad he'd be if they were still here when he got home, hell, you didn't want to know either.

Nami was the last to leave, pausing in the doorway with a question burning away at her, you could see it in her eyes.

"Sorry about getting you in trouble, do you think he'll cut you some slack?"

"Maybe." You shrugged. "I think if I can get things back in order around here, he'll be a bit nicer about it."

"Good luck with that, I'll see you later." She gave a final wave as she left, closing the door behind here.

Wonderful silence.

You allowed yourself a second to access the damage with a grimace. Plenty of dirt and snow had been tracked in, covering the ground in muddy slush, some of the guests were absolute slobs and left plastic cups and paper plates all over the workspaces and floor. At one point, someone had brought a ton of pizza and a few boxes still remained at a table. The empty ones were tossed in a sloppy pile in a corner of the room. All the alcohol that was brought over had been taken away thankfully, but you could definitely see some sticky spots were people had spilled.

Your one saving grace was you had sense enough to lock up the office before anyone came over. It was spotless and Kid's alcohol stash and paperwork remained untouched. The overall mess was pretty bad but just staring at it wasn't going to fix anything.

With a sigh, you got started. You'd been cleaning this workshop too often in the past few days and you hoped this was the last time you'd do it for a while.

Trash went first. Empty pizza boxes were tossed while the ones that were still full you kept. Maybe the guys would appreciate coming back to something to eat. Cups and plates went next and when all that was done, you made sure anything that was moved out of place went back to their spots. A few tools had been moved around and fiddled with for some unknown reason but at least none were stolen. Once that was done, you picked up the pace and began sweeping. There was no telling when the guys would get back and you wanted as much cleaned up as humanly possible before then.

You felt like a teen that got busted for partying while the parents were gone and more than anything, you were worried about this being a set back for you and Kid.

He did a lot of illegal stuff, you understood that. It should have bothered you, but in a way, you'd been eased into understand what exactly he and other gangs did around here. That being said, while you also understood to an extent why he put rules in place for you like he did, you weren't sure how necessary they were.

Sure, sticking around at the garage made sense. The place was clear and as far as anyone else would know, it'd also be empty. If people went looking for Kid's private, personal connections, they wouldn't be able to find you. He'd suggested before if someone were to search for you specifically, they'd find your home empty and, in theory, assume he had you with him. But was it really too much to have a few trusted friends over?

You knew he wouldn't like it but you figured he'd let it slide. That is if it was only Nami and the rest of her small group. You knew the second more people than them arrived, all hopes of Kid being okay with friends over went out the window. Most days, he tolerated Luffy and company at best, any one else around his property, his territory, would be too much for him.

Right as you finished pushing the broom around, there was a loud enough "knock" at the side door that you jumped. It was more like someone was slamming their fist against it angrily and your first thought went to Kid. Except you didn't get why he'd knock, it was his place after all.

"I know you're angry but that's unnecessary!" You huffed as you leaned the broom against a work table and marched to the door.

Then again, it was locked. Maybe he was too pissed to think sensibly enough to use his key, or even his abilities. The door was slammed against again repeatedly, you could see it shudder with each impact. At the rate he was going, he wasn't going to have a door soon, it'd be busted off its hinges.

"Hold your horses, you brute." You grumbled when you reached the door, unlocking it easily and opening up for him.

As soon as it had opened a crack, a hand wedged its way into the opening and jerked it ajar, making you stumble back in the process. There was a flurry of movement and before you could process it, you were thrown to the ground and had a knee pressed firmly into your spine while someone wrenched your arms behind your back roughly. Your face pressed into the cold concrete floor and as you tried to get a look around to see what was going on, whoever had you pinned grabbed a handful of your hair and pressed your face down further.

You winced as cuffs were snapped around your wrists tightly but you quickly became furious as someone crouched down low enough for you to see their sneering face.

They were male with a stout, muscular build. His suit strained against his biceps and across his thick chest while his white coat hung loosely around his shoulders. His face was clean shaven but a few short locks of dark brown hair hung out from under his hat. The few silvery strands were the only hint you had that he was probably about middle aged.

"I didn't realize the marines were busting down doors to assault regular citizens these days." You snarled. "Where's your warrant and why am I cuffed?"

"Good questions sweetheart." He snickered. His breath smelled heavily of tobacco and his stormy grey eyes glinted with delight. "We don't need warrants like your normal police officers, we're special. As for you being a "regular" citizens, I say that's a blad-faced lie. This little unassuming workshop belongs to a Eustass Kid, does it not? And word has it, you've been spending a lot of time here and with him."

You pursed your lips tightly and glared at him but the look only seemed to delight him further.

"I have to admit, I was hoping to find the gang leader himself here but it seems like the place is pretty empty. Looks like we just missed them though." He eyed the mess you were in the middle of cleaning only moments ago. "But that's fine. My men will check the place and any information we can't find, you'll be a dear and fill us in on, won't you?"

All you knew was the basics of the underground happenings of the city, just the basics, but you didn't think it'd be smart to tell him that. Kid had been careful about keeping you in the dark about what he personally did and you weren't sure if that'd be helpful or not right now. So you decided it was best to keep your mouth shut as the many men that poured in began searching the garage.

Some went upstairs immediately, the sounds of heavy boots hitting metal steps ringing out among the rest of the chaos that happened around you. Bins of scrap metal and trash were overturned and poked through, the office was being ransacked, and you could hear tools being tossed out of workdesk drawers.

Whoever had you pinned stayed put, like you could actually do anything to fight back, while the man you'd talked to, who you assumed was in charge, watched his men work with a sick smile on his face. He was still crouched beside you and you bet he thought the search would be done soon. He probably wasn't wrong, you'd kept the place very organized so you doubted there'd be anything that'd really slow them down.

For a moment, you had the fleeting thought, wondering if you should have kept one of Kid's handguns on you while he was gone. But it was quickly ignored. You were alone and there were about ten other men in here, there was no way you would've been able to defend yourself against them all.

While you laid there, getting more sore by the minute and even more angry, they searched every single corner of the building. If anything, they were thorough.

As they slowly approached the man in charge, one or two at a time, you were happy to say his smile fell more and more until his face was dusted pink with anger and his mouth had set into a furious snarl. It didn't look good for you but you'd be a liar of you said you didn't take joy from him turning up empty handed.

"Move." He growled to the person pinning you.

There was no sweeter relief than when they removed their knee from your spine and the pressure disappeared. It didn't last long though. The man in charge grabbed your cuffed wrists and jerked you to your knees and then your feet and the metal cut into your wrists in turn.

"Did anyone ever teach you how to handle a lady?" You huffed.

He twisted you around to face him. "You should be a little more fearful woman."

"I've met people who'd eat you for breakfast if they felt like it." You rolled your eyes. "It's going to take more than a temper tantrum to do me in."

A few men snickered behind their boss and you had a feeling most people didn't talk to him like you just did.

They were quickly silenced with a wave of the hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, visibly working to regain control of himself. When he opened his eyes back up, it was like he flipped a switch. He was once again smiling, calm and collected.

"If our records are correct, and they usually are, you're (L/n) (Y/n)."

You felt your mouth go dry and your heart speed up. You didn't lie when you said you'd met tougher people but you didn't say said people ever directed their anger at you. Despite his outward appearance, this man radiated fury and not only that, he probably had more details on you than just your name.

"I'll take your silence as a yes, so (L/n), it's a pleasure to meet you formally. I am rear admiral Buckner. I'm going to take you on a little ride down to my office where you're going to tell me everything you know about the Kid gang."

You stood as straight as you could, swallowed your fear, and stared him straight in the eye. "You can go fuck yourself, I'm not telling you anything."

"Just what I wanted to hear." He chuckled. "We're going to have plenty of time to get ourselves aquatinted, aren't we?"

Buckner shoved you to the door and you stumbled towards it. You hoped you'd figure a way out of this but you weren't a fighter. It astounded you the amount of trouble a school teacher could get herself into and above anything else, you hoped Kid cared about you enough to come to your rescue. It'd be the only time you ever wanted someone to save you.

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"(Y/n)!" Kid snapped as he stepped through the open door. He'd add that to the list of things to chew you out for, the same list that was growing quickly as he surveyed the garage.

It was like a hurricane tore through the building, there wasn't a single thing in the right place and the floor was so littered in his stuff that he couldn't walk to the office without kicking things out of the way.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted louder as he peeked into the office.

Papers were strewn everywhere, like they'd been gone through. He let out a displeased grumble at the sight. They were nothing important, just records from work done here in the garage but it was still his and he didn't like his stuff being gone through.

"This doesn't look good Kid." Killer still stood in the doorway of the garage with Heat and Wire, his mask still in place and hiding his expression. "Someone else has been here."

"Of course someone else was here. She let the damn Strawhats in. (Y/n) get your ass down here!"

"This isn't Strawhat's work." Heat added with a frown.

Wire parted from his friends to check upstairs, climbing them quickly with large steps. He was only up there for a couple minutes, long enough to check that the studio space was empty before coming back down.

"She's not here and it's just as bad up there." He stated.

Kid stood in the middle of the mess, teeth grinding with his jaw taut. His chest rose and fell fast with anger.

"Whoever was here wasn't at the party that was going on before." Killer noted. "I think we can be sure of that."

"So what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kid snapped.

"It means we have two options; either we figure out who was here and what they wanted, besides (Y/n), or we let her go."

Kid let out a growl as he marched back out of the garage. "We're going."

"Where? What's the plan?"

"I told her she stays until I say otherwise, I'm not done with her yet. We're getting back what's mine."

The other three shared glances before Heat shrugged and followed his boss. Wire and Killer quickly followed suit. Kid never was good with words but they still understood.

(A/n)

Thanks for waiting so patiently for an update guys! Also, Buckner is not a real op character in case anyone was curious, he's someone I created for this story specifically~