So We Meet Again

chappy one

Steph POV

I sighed, dropping my bag onto my couch. I am in love with my small house. Alone far from the city, but not necessarily country. The peaceful night and the feign sound of traffic in new York. It's a one story house, apartments are bigger than it. But that's why I like it. The cute petite house is mine, all mine and I love it.

I looked down at my periwinkle scrubs. My nurse job is amazing but I am ready for a cup of tea and watch some greys anatomy because that is the only hospital with drama that I can handle.

As soon as I steppes into my kitchen to start the kettle, my door bell rang. I groaned. I checked the clock, well it is almost ten... I walked over and opened the door. There stood Mikey.

Mikey is part of a gang. There are about five big ones in and around the new York area. Almost all are rivals with each other but all come to me to get fixed up. So you can imagine the awkwardness at fighting a battle with a gang then meeting them up at my house sitting on the couch drinking tea with them.

I don't interfere with their business but they look up to me like you would to a mother. I give advice, a home, lectures, and kiss their booboos and in return I dont get mugged and I'm pretty much protected from any danger.

"what's up Mikey?'' I ask him. He sighs and extends his arm to me. I sigh, a pocket knife was all the way in his armthe handle only sticking out. "who did this?" I ask as I lead him inside and onto the couch. I should create a medical area instead of a living room. I think to myself.

"it was Ruiz, miss stephanie . He got mad at me again." I tried hard to hide my smirk as he called me out. Whoever said chivalry is dead definitely doesn't know whats out there.

"what did you do?" I ask as he referred to Ruiz, his brother. I began to prepare to pull out the knife.

"I don't know! He got mad at me, I think he asked me to order a load of drugs but I swear I dont remember! And he got mad and called me a irresponsible abomination to life." he quietly told me. I look up to see his eyes are closed. I pulled out the knife and he hissed in pain as I put a rag on it, he held it down with a tight grip.

"well that was out of line to say or do, I think you need to call him up here sometime this week. I want to talk to him." I reply and I pour peroxide on his wound and clean it with iodine before I began the stitching. I stopped asking the gang members if they want the numbing shot, they say it's only for pussies so whatever.

"he seems more and more angry. I try talking to him but he is just set on attacking the blackhole's." mikey said, talking about their number one rival gang. "I think their planning a fight soon."

"you think you can avoid Thursday? I work double shifts and have a waiting list of people to visit on top of that. I will be home only for two hours probably." I ask. Mikey nods.

"I will mention that to him."

I finish stiching him up. And wrap the wound in a gauze. " you think I can stay here for an hour or so? Give time for Ruiz to calm down?" he asks me. I nod.

"you can watch some TV" I say. I walk over and turn on the television. the TV turned on to its default channel which is the local news cast. But that's not what shocked me.

"Today shocking news hits us all as the famous fashion designer, Sarah Abernathy was kidnapped from her penthouse this morning. No ransom note was found or sent in. Police search through video footage to find the kidnapper but no face recognition was found. The only footage that might be helpful is the following." I watch as the crappy quality of security cameras caught four men in black tackling Sarah and dragging her into the car. But something was off.

I knew Sarah for years and I know that she is a fighter. In the footage she screamed for help and struggled but the Sarah I know, would have poked their eyeballs out or kicked furiously and act like a mental patient.

"you okay their miss stephanie?" mikey asked, snapping me back to reality.

"yes... No... You will need to post pone your fight. Im heading to Paris to help my friend." I mutter. So much for that cup of tea and greys anatomy. That little bitch needs me.