As he looked her over and set her free from her bindings, her hoarse voice rang out almost in disbelief that he was there. She looked in pain and Devrim wanted to do anything he can to ease her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'll always be here."</span>He said and Jay spoke up, letting him now the van had arrived. Yes, the cops would show up soon enough. Their fight was not quiet. Especially the explosion from the grenade. All they could do was leave no trace that they were there. Isabelle attempted to stand, but her legs were weak. Before she could fall Devrim caught her and picked her up. He carried her to the back of the van and got in, holding her protectively in his arms. Devrim gazed out the back window at the barn as they drove off, not noticing the glances the men were giving the two of them. Devrim felt Isabelle's chest slowly rising and falling. He glanced down at her and saw she had fallen asleep. The adrenaline wearing off, he too felt the drag of sleep. She was safe in his arms. Devrim allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off to the hum of the van. Ramone was unconscious, lying in the middle of the van chained to the floor. Their man that was shot was having his wound dressed. The bullet went clean through. All the guns they collected were piled into one corner, their safeties clicked on and magazines set to the side.<br/><br/>As the van came to a stop inside the warehouse, Devrim felt lips press against his neck. He slowly opened his eyes as Isabelle whispered to him that they arrived. He gave her a kiss on the head and stretched a bit without taking his hands off her. When the doors opened he stepped out of the van, making sure to be careful with Isabelle. He shouted a few orders to the men to take Ramone and have him locked up and looked after. He still wanted him alive.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"We're going to the infirmary,"</span>Devrim told Isabelle and took her through a few halls before they reached it. He walked inside and the resident doctor, Mary Anne Beth, looked them over.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"You found her, good."</span>She pointed to one of the beds and walked over to it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Come on, let me see her."</span>Devrim nodded and carried Isabelle to the bed, setting her on it. Mary was an amazing doctor, she was probably one of the few people Devrim let boss around other than him. Mary looked at the wounds on Isabelle's body and gave her the proper treatment. She also pointed to the bed beside it and told Devrim to lay on it. She got the two nurses that were being trained under her to help her with cleaning the wounds on her wrists properly. While they were finishing up on Isabelle, Mary turned to the wound that Devrim suffered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"It's just a graze. I'll give you some painkillers and dress it up. Don't mess with it and it'll be fine."</span>After about an hour in the infirmary, They were all set to go. Devrim stood up, the painkillers were taking their sweet time to take effect. When they were cleared to leave, Devrim picked up Isabelle and made his way to the garage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"We're going to go to the penthouse."</span>He told her. He didn't doubt the safety of the warehouse, the beds in his penthouse were much more comfortable. Whenever Isabelle would mention that she could walk, Devrim shook his head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You need rest, You're gonna be off your feet for the next few days if I can help it."</span><br/><br/>Getting into his car, the driver drove the two of them back to his penthouse. During the ride over, Devrim had an arm around Isabelle. Still holding her as close as he could. They were escorted inside and guards had been stationed right outside the door. Devrim carried Isabelle over to the sofa and set her on it. She had to be starving and thirsty. He handed her the remote.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Put something on, I'll prepare some food."</span>He said with a smile and walked over to the kitchen. First bringing her some water, he told her to drink slowly. small sips at a time. He didn't expect Ramone to have given her food and water. After the food was ready, he brought it over to the sofa. He'd made some soft food, in case her throat would not like hard food after not eating for so long. After they ate and talked and watch TV, Devrim carried Isabelle to the bedroom. He set her in bed and was gonna walk out when Isabelle called out to him. She didn't want to be alone. Devrim nodded and brought her some clothes. Clean ones, which weren't so ripped. He also got clothes for himself. She put on his shirt and took the top off under it. Devrim took off his shirt and set it aside, throwing on a tank and pulling his pants off. He had his back to Isabelle as he put on a pair of shorts. Once he was ready he turned to see she was ready to go to sleep. As he got under the covers, Isabelle slid over to him and wrapped around him. Devrim wrapped his arms around her and snuggled closer. They spoke to each other in hushed whispers as they eventually fell asleep.<br/><br/>The next day consisted of Devrim caring for Isabelle. He was about to carry her when she stopped him and told him she was able to walk. Devrim grumbled and agreed to not pick her up. He just didn't want her to fall and get hurt. As they went out to the dining room, Devrim made them breakfast. The entire day was spent relaxing. Devrim had told Jay and Brent to take command for the next few days. If anything important was to arise, then they should contact him. So far they had not. On the fourth day of their relaxing, Devrim noticed Isabelle on the phone. She was trying to be discrete. He heard the name of the Club manager. She was worried about how everything was going there. Devrim chuckled and walked over to her, standing in front of her. She looked up at him and quickly ended the call.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Everything alright at the Club?"</span>His face held a slight grin. She said everything was fine and set the phone down before turning her attention back to the TV. Devrim sat down and wrapped an arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, occasionally looking over to him and giving him the side eye. Devrim sighed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Isa, it's okay to be on the phone with them. Just don't over exert yourself. You still need rest."</span>She snuggled into him with an okay and Devrim snuggled back.<br/><br/>On the fifth day, they began to argue. About little things at first. Devrim got her some water and she snapped back at him for babying her so much. This went on a few time during the day. He'd do something and it'd annoy her. Devrim attempted to ask what had happened but she ignored him. Slamming the door to the bedroom and staying there for a while. She cooled down eventually and came back out. The next day the same stuff happened. He'd do something and she'd snap at him. Devrim had enough of the arguing and before she could walk away he pulled her closer and gently pushed her up against a wall.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Alright, spill it. What'd I do to make you angry at me for no reason?"</span>He was annoyed with it and wanted answers. She told him she was able to take care of herself, that she wasn't a baby and to not treat her like that.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I know full well you can take care of yourself...Given what happened a few days ago."</span>He didn't want to take it there, but he did. She told him she was reckless and wouldn't do it again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> "It won't, because I won't let it happen again."</span>She then told him that he wasn't the boss of her. Her stubbornness was showing and she was being defiant.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I don't care what I am or am not, I'm not gonna let you go and get yourself hurt again. Or worse." </span><br/><br/>She asked him why he cared. She was just a street kid. Devrim took a second to answer.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You were a street kid. Now you're...I care, okay?"</span>he couldn't help it. He wanted to protect Isabelle. She asked him what it meant and he turned around to walk away when she told him that he was walking away like everyone else. He turned and looked Isabelle in her eyes as she began to turn around. He caught her arm and pulled her closer. His tone low and angry.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"When I found out you were missing, I spent the next 2 days and night looking for you. I stopped everything to find you. I didn't sleep till you were in my arms. So when you say that I'm walking away from you like everyone else, I say fuck them. I'm here to stay and you've gotta deal with it because I'm going nowhere."</span>As he let it sink in, he let go of her arm only to find her wrapping herself around him again in a hug. Devrim hugged her back and kissed her head. His anger was slowly shrinking as he held her close. She wanted the thing that was between them. Devrim wanted it as well.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I do too...we can figure this out, yeah?" </span>His tone was now soft and calm. She nodded against his chest and Devrim brought his hand to her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. He looked down at her soft lips. Just a few days ago they were chapped and cut. They had healed well so far, but some of the cut was still healing. Devrim kissed Isabelle softly, feeling her press into the kiss as well. He broke from it and pressed his nose against hers as he gave her another kiss.