A/N: Yeah, I know I need to update my other fics, sorry. But I've been having the strong urge to write something with Nami lately but not just with one guy. I so love to see her with these three. I do like Robin as a character but the only person I see any of the three being with is Nami. She just has a connection with them and I said what the hell. So it will make her a bit of a slut but any woman reading this knows damn well that if you could have all three, you'd cream yourself and be like fuck yeah! And if you got a problem with it being a foursome, why the hell did you click on the fic?

So yes, it will be a Nami x Luffy/Sanji/Zoro fic with a good bit of hot smexyness at some point. It might take a bit to get there but it will. And the awesome news? I just got the internet back at my house so no walking my fat ass to McD's to get wi-fi. Fuck yeah! Means more updates. But please review so I know that you want them.

One last thing, I haven't seen all of One Piece but I tried to do some research so I can keep it close to cannon as possible. Well, except it won't be once I start changing it because what I write isn't ever going to happen. Also, I found several versions on how to spell Usoop's name. If someone knows for sure if it is correct or not, let me know so I can correct it, please.

Hope you enjoy the first chapter of this wild ride.

Disclaimer: Don't own it because if I did, Nami would be getting it on with someone. *Cry*

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Chapter One - Lost and Taken

Why couldn't she just be happy like the others or excited as their captain? The rest of her nakama were busy listening to Usoop lie about how many of the wild marines he had managed to dispose of. Even Robin was pretending to be enthralled with newest exaggerated tale of their resident sniper. Sure, everyone knew that she currently had no idea where their next destination would be and she had been honest with the guess of how long it would take. With full supplies and the thrill of escaping their pursuers fresh in their minds, every one of her nakama seemed unaware of her current state of mind. The wind was gentle, coming from the southeast and the sky was clear. The last few weeks in The New World had been productive, more or less. Then again, not much got their captain down. Not even as she snapped at him earlier to be left alone, lying with the excuse of needing to work to make him leave without another word.

Currently, she was the only one standing alone. Which she preferred these days. Nami wasn't sure when it had happened or when she had begun to notice just how screwed up her mental state was becoming. Would one call her imbalanced or simply without morals? She knew the other female on board had once or twice shared the same thoughts that plagued her days but not like this. It was perfectly normal for them to share gossip on how their cook had gotten more manly and that when he got excited you could clearly see the outline of a very, solid and large manhood. Even better to discuss that with the way the swordsman trained, one could only conclude that he'd be a very passionate and focused lover. That temper would ensure bedding him wouldn't be dull. Then their captain, her and Robin had an on-going bet on whether or not Luffy could make his cock stretch. Yes, these things were normal for her to gossip about when the other woman had indulged in one of Sanji's potent drinks and when they were alone and bored.

What wasn't normal was her obsession with all three men. Her thoughts and urges were clearly coming from an obsession. At twenty she was still a damn virgin, having not gotten the chance before joining Luffy on his adventures. Since that point her life had focused on her nakama. During their two years apart, not like she could find someone then. She hadn't wanted to either, not when she had already realized that she cared greatly about her crew. At this rate, she'd end up alone and a dried up prune at thirty. A haggard, old lady that had never experienced the rush of love. A virgin pirate at twenty, she was sad. Why couldn't she be more like Robin? Her friend and also her nemesis because the older woman had certain relationships with each male.

Robin and Sanji; as if it took a genius to figure out what it was. Only Chopper, Luffy and Usoop were too blind and stupid not to have figured it out. It was in the way they acted around each other. She wasn't sure when it had begun or why she hadn't noticed it at first. Maybe because she had been happy that the cook was still showing her some kind of attention with the casual flirting and calling her his Nami-swan. What finally caught her attention was one day after stepping onto the deck, she noticed Franky glaring. The cyborg had a strange and almost hurt expression on his face. Then she had looked over to see what had him irate and she saw the first signs of it. The way Sanji lightly caressed Robin's knuckles as he offered her something to drink. The seductive, light tilt, to the woman's mouth. At the time, Nami wanted to believe she was seeing things, making more out of it because Franky was jealous. So the next time she was having a sit down with the other female, she paid close attention to the differences. Sanji flirted and beamed his usual smile at her but that was it. Once more there were light touches and the tension between them had been so thick, she had almost choked on it. Still, she had tried to tell herself that it wasn't possible.

It had taken to being sneaky and a pervert to accept that they were more than normal nakama. If the two were doing anything it would be late at night, either in Robin's room or in the kitchen. That night she had decided to make a trip to Sanji's favorite haunt. That way if she were caught, she could use the excuse that she had wanted something to drink after working so long. If someone had been watching her, they would ask why the sneaking, she had a lie for that too. However, it hadn't been needed. She had crept silently and once she got close to the kitchen it hadn't been necessary. There was no way in God's Blue Sea that those two would have heard a cannon going off with the noise they were making. The grunts, the panting, dishes clattering and Sanji's swearing. What she should have done was turn around, but it was like a bad shipwreck. You just had to check it out, even if it meant that whatever had sunk the poor vessel may still be lurking around and just waiting to strike. Her face had crept around the corner to find the most repulsive and painful sight. Robin had been bent over the table, explaining the clattering dishes, while Sanji rode her from behind. The archeologist had her many arms trying to hold onto the wooden structure because of the force, having the woman facing the other wall. The whore of a cook had his eyes closed, still smoking, but with a look of... well something on his face. Not wanting to be caught watching, she had slowly slugged back to her room.

That had taken place over six weeks ago and she was positive that the two were still having their nightly encounters. The sad part was that she knew she couldn't be angry about it. Sanji was single and so was Robin, the two were free to do as they pleased. If they wanted to fornicate then that was their business. It just bugged her when he still flirted and acted like she was special to him when she clearly wasn't.

Then came Zoro, the swordsman that was constantly finding some way to make her feel incompetent and weak. If she reduced his debt for every time he found a way to save her life, she'd be the one owing him. They were always bickering with each other. These days he seemed more prone to talk back to her than Sanji. If not for being their navigator she was sure the man would never speak to her. What made Robin so special? Why did he respect the other woman so much? If Robin spoke, Zoro listened. It was clearly that he saw them as different and he preferred the other's company.

At least their captain treated them the same, kind of. Luffy's attitude towards her was more immature and he tended to act a bit more mature when speaking to Robin. Did he not think she was on the same mental ground? It was more in the way he spoke, reacted and looked at them. If not for being their Navigator, she was sure they would have no use for her. Well, she did manage to keep them from going broke. She feared all three saw her in the same light. That being she was no different than Usoop, Chopper or Brook. She was just their nakama and the idea saddened her. There was no way she could hope to be special to them all.

That was the reason she was having this problem. While looking over at her nakama, she was still drawn to all three. Not one more than the other, the pull the same. Each one special to her for many reasons, reasons that meant she had some serious charts loose. What kind of woman had a thing for three men at the same time? What kind of woman swapped nightly dreams about who she was stripping for? What happened to her love for jewels and things that were really shiny? She had traded that in for built, suave and stupid.

If only her confusing, non-existent love life were her only issue. There was that damn nagging feeling the further they traveled in the New World. An irritating voice in the back of her mind screaming that she should turn around. Not the ship or the crew, but her. The anxious feeling made it hard to sleep and eat these days. Like the closer or further out they went, something was out there that she didn't want to confront. Which wasn't possible because she had never been here. All of this was new to them. What could possibly be out there that had anything to do with her?

"Something to drink?" The platter was pushed in front of her, without the use of his pet name this time. The blonde head wasn't looking in her direction but out towards the blue. This was the fifth time in three days that he had spoken to her without using the endearment. The second that he had done so without bothering to actually look at her.

"No," her voice came out clipped and forced. If he couldn't look at her properly then she wouldn't accept the offering. She could do without the endearments because it meant she was the same as Luffy, Zoro or Chopper but what was up with the callous tone and the avoiding eye contact? Like being nice to her had been an afterthought. She wasn't in the mood to pretend to be pleased with his attention. He could go back to caressing Robin, she had to figure out what was coming. If not a storm, then what? Also, instinct told her that whatever it was, it was coming right for her.

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The anxious feeling had remained with her throughout the evening and into the night. Nami found that she couldn't concentrate on the chart she'd been staring at for the last two hours. Something was close, too close. Every nerve was on edge and it couldn't be ignored. Unsure on how to proceed, she decided to go check it out before alarming the others over nothing. Yet, didn't they trust her opinion when it came to these things? Wouldn't they listen if she told them that she had a bad feeling? Perhaps alerting one or two wouldn't hurt.

Stretching, she wondered which direction to take. Maybe she would go see if Luffy and the others were up. Stepping out, she directed her footsteps towards the room where Luffy and the other men would be sleeping. Zoro should be up in the crow's nest as a last resort. Her feet stopped hearing voices, someone was up.

"What the hell do you suggest, Luffy?" So Zoro wasn't in the nest but it was his night to stand watch. More like sleep and drink but the swordsman shouldn't be in the hallway with their captain. Maybe he had gotten lost again.

"Dunno but it isn't fair to her." The captain's voice was low and filled with hurt. Nami recognized the way his words dipped at the end.

"Fair, what about what is fair to the rest of us? Who cares what that shit cook wants or how he'll feel about it? This is driving me fucking insane. I can't stand it and neither can you. At least talk to her about it." What had Zoro so upset and who were they discussing? Had the two found out about Robin and Sanji's affair?

"I care," was the captain giving the okay for the two? Was Zoro jealous?

"Dammit, what about me? What about yourself? Should we really keep putting ourselves through this? I say we tell that bastard how we feel and be done with it." A loud crack followed that announcement, causing a sigh to come from Luffy.

"What about how she feels? She's our nakama, we can't just make that kind of announcement and not expect her to take it the wrong way."

Zoro's grunt was clear and she could practically see him clenching his teeth. "You fucking do something about this or I swear I will get off the next time we dock and not come back."

"You don't mean that."

"Don't I? I can't stand being around her anymore. Each day is hell and you can't tell me that it isn't getting to you either." There was a shifting of feet before the swordsman continued to speak. "Or do I keep saving her, ignoring her, seeing her day after day and pretend that it isn't bothering me?"

"Alright, I'll do it. In the morning I'll speak to Nami. She isn't going to take it well so be prepared."

They had an issue with her? Nami almost asked what the fuck was their issue. Instead, she turned and went in the other direction. Did they not want her there any more? Not just Zoro, but Luffy too? Being around her was getting to them? What did they mean about how Sanji felt? Was the only reason they hadn't bitched about their problem with her was because the cook cared about her and would take offense to it?

Maybe she should ask him if he knew about it. From the sound of it, Sanji was somewhat aware of what was going on. Would he tell her if she were to ask nicely and pretend to be concerned? Pretend her ass, she was concerned. If Luffy was planning on having a heart to heart with her in the morning then it was serious. Serious enough where Zoro was actually threatening to leave the crew because of her. Did the swordsman and their captain dislike having her around now so much that they would discuss her in the hall? Yes, but they were concerned about how Sanji would take it.

She could see the dim light coming from the kitchen, meaning Sanji was up and inside. Perhaps if he were on her side, they would be forced to speak about this without things going badly for her. What could she do if they wanted her to leave? Robin was on her side too, right? Hearing hushed noises from inside, she found herself once again being a creeper and listening.

"Just do it," Robin's voice, low and sultry. A harsh grunt and a squeak. Again? The two were still doing it? When did they take a night off? Sanji's voice was high-pitched, strange and he was muttering incoherently. Was Robin so damn good the man couldn't form a sentence?

"Fu..ugh...there...higher..there... say it." Who knew the cook could sound like a needy child during sex?

"I need you, I want only you." If she didn't know better she'd say Robin's voice was rehearsed. Perhaps they had done this particular round before. "Say it, let it out. Tell me how you feel."

"Fu...love you...I'm cu..." he was finishing.

A long groan echoed off the walls to fill the space around Nami. Leaving the two to enjoy their moments of aftermath made in raunchy bliss, she took another route to the deck. From the raised voices still in the other hall, Luffy and Zoro hadn't finished discussing what a lousy nakama she was.

Up on the deck, she found the night to be peaceful. The strange, unwanted feeling of doom was stronger than when she had left her room. Perhaps this was the reason she was feeling so horrible. Had a part of her picked up on their feelings? Deep down had she noticed that she was somehow being a pest to the others? If Luffy and Zoro didn't want her around, where did that leave her? Luffy wouldn't allow his first member and closest mate to leave. That she knew, because Luffy was planning on talking to her after speaking to Sanji.

Heh, and Zoro was concerned that Sanji might get upset if they replaced her. They had to be wanting her to leave. Why else would he have to talk to her? Zoro was tired of saving her, being around her and Luffy had agreed. True, she was weaker than most of the crew. The only one that came close to her fighting skill was Usoop. There was little chance of finding another navigator as good as she was but they didn't need her specifically. There were plenty of pirate crews that had lesser people leading them and they were making it in the Grand Line just as they were. So, it wasn't like she couldn't be replaced.

With Zoro and the captain wanting her gone, where did that leave her? Robin and her were friends, Chopper liked her and Brook still wanted to see her panties. Sadly, the only opinion they seemed to be too concerned about was the cook's. Somehow, she didn't see that being an obstacle. Not when he had Robin to preoccupy his time and his affections. So, who would speak out against her being replaced?

The wind felt wonderful on her face, alerting her of the wetness that had made it down each cheek. It stung to know that they would wait until it was too late to work something out. Okay, she could be bossy and temperamental. She still gave off the vibe that treasure meant more to her than anything else. Not like she could inform them that she cared about three of them more than her trees. What if this was the last journey she would be on with them? Would she be asked to leave the Strawhats? What life would she have without them? This was where she wanted to be.

The warning in her gut went ignored, her heart heavy on the situation. Fingers entwined around the new log pose, slipping it off of her wrist. Looking at the compass in her palm, she almost felt like some pressure being relieved. If they got rid of her, she wouldn't have to worry about them catching onto her infatuation with them. She wouldn't have to worry about Robin wanting to snap her neck, after learning she wanted to be the one bent over the table. With a sigh, she turned to lean against the railing.

Soon, Zoro would be returning to his spot in the nest. If he didn't want to be around her, she'd have to be inside. With his sense of direction, there was a good chance they'd run into each other at some point. Was it raining?

She heard a voice a second before something wet but sturdy surrounded her face. The force in which it closed around her jaw and nose was painful. Both hands reached up in an attempt to pry it away. Something clattered to the deck, the only sound that interrupted the peaceful night. Fingers dug into the surface of the gag and sunk through. It was cold and wet; water. Tentacles, made from strips of water wrapped around her waist, her shoulders and then both thighs. Without any effort, her weight was being lifted into the air. There was no way to scream, no way to fight off the hold.

The attack was coming from the side of the ship. How had a craft managed to sneak up on them without anyone noticing? Wait, their lookout was currently in the hold trying to convince the captain to get rid of her. If she didn't know any better, she'd fear that the swordsman had planned this but she knew better. Zoro might not care for her but he wasn't the type to harm someone weaker than himself. What mattered was that everyone was inside and unaware that something had approached the ship.

With a sharp tug, Nami could feel the air breezing by and saw the side of the Sunny before her back hit the freezing water. The light of the mood was the only thing she could focus on the deeper she was dragged below the surface. Within seconds, it was impossible to make out where the ship was floating overhead. Not even the dim light of the moon could be seen. How much longer could she hold her breath?

What were the chances that someone would realize that she had been snatched overboard and come to save her? 'Or do I keep saving her?' That's right, someone was usually rushing to her rescue. Most of the time, it was the swordsman. When had she become such a liability? When had she stopped pulling her own weight? This would be just another reason for them to condemn her. Once more, she needed help because she was unable to break free or defend herself. Maybe she really wasn't needed on the crew.

Not that trying to argue the point would help now. There was no way for them to get to her in time before her lungs gave in. The gag was removed from her nose and nose, tempting her to try to breath. Darkness was all around her, taking her deeper into the inky depths. Finally, it hurt too much to keep it in and her lungs gasped in an attempt to draw in oxygen.

It burned, it stung and she could feel her body violently being wracked in spasms as her lungs filled with chilled fluid. Until finally, the cold embrace surrounded her, everything went blank. She could feel nothing but the icy cold surroundings of the ocean. Nothing, there was nothing. Despite not being able to see anything, she closed her eyes, allowing the sweet embrace of eternal slumber to claim her.

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Dammit, she was exhausted. Robin could hear the swearing of the swordsman from nearby. With luck, being out in the night air would calm down her nerves. The night was peaceful, almost serene. The moon was high in the sky, the wind was gentle and she could be alone. It hadn't helped the last three times but there was always hope. Anything to squash down the guilt and the anger. At times she wondered if she were as horrible as some thought her to be. She had to be. Why else did she continue to allow this?

They both knew that it wasn't real and were only seeking comfort because it couldn't be found elsewhere. Well, she was doing it to seek comfort and company from someone. All because her attempts at seduction had failed with the one she had feelings for. She knew that everyone on the ship had reasons to be wary of getting to close to someone. What she had with Sanji, didn't make them closer. Physically it did but he would never come to love her as a lover should.

A part of her was ashamed that she was allowing herself to be used in such a way. Perhaps it was her fault for pointing out that their navigator seemed to have a thing for the swordsman that had done it. It had been a casual observation one evening. One that had gotten the cook to pay more attention to how their navigator would often watch the other man when she thought no one else was looking. Who could blame the other girl? Zoro was a wonderful man; strong, dependable, trustworthy and was obviously just as smitten as their captain.

She was sure that none of the men had managed to catch onto how the others felt thus far. When they did, it could cause problems for everyone. Three men being in love with the same woman and all of them on the same crew. The two were keeping things to themselves while the cook was taking his anger and disappointment out in other ways. Sanji had already confided in her that he knew the score. If anyone ended up with his Nami, it would be the shitty marimo, not him. Their first liaison had been unplanned and unexpected. They had been speaking, her allowing the man to vent his frustrations. She had tried to convince him that he was just as important to their navigator and that he shouldn't give up. He was a catch for any woman and Nami was a fool if she didn't see it. That had earned her a brutal kiss that had lead to the hardest, most painful fuck of her life. They had continued meeting, both pretending that it was someone else they were with. It would have to end soon, the guilt was getting to her. Even these walks weren't enough to make her stomach calm.

"What?" Whatever her foot had connected with made a cracking sound. Leaning down, she moved her shoe to see what it was. When did they start leaving things laying around? Her finger jerked at the pain of touching something pointy and sharp. Grabbing from the sides, she lifted the broken object. Lifting it for inspection, she noticed the wrist band was wet. The glass was broken but it was clearly a log pose. It looked remarkably like their navigator's but why was it out here? Or had someone else dropped it? No, the other woman was always wearing it.

"Robin?"

"Swordsman, is it just me or does this look like our navigator's?" maybe he could shed some light as to why it would be out here. Had someone found one and tossed it? Why would anyone else in the crew own one? They wouldn't. "I just found it and it is wet. Why would she leave the New World log pose on the floor?"

"She wouldn't. Get the others," Zoro wasn't sure how his feet managed to locate where Nami would always hold up without getting lost or taking him elsewhere. It was rude but he didn't bother to knock on the door. There was no way Nami would leave that thing around to be stepped on. It was hers or someone else was on board. Either way, he was going to check for her inside. "Nami?!"

Nothing but silence greeted him. The lamp was still burning on the desk and the ink well was open. The chart she had been working on was still there, unfinished. Where the hell was she? She wouldn't just leave her belongings there. If she wasn't sleeping or working, where could she have gone?

"Is she inside?" Robin had yelled at their passing captain and screamed for the cook to get to the navigator's room pronto. She stepped inside, seeing no sign of the other woman. A feeling of dread coiled in her stomach, seeing the abandoned work. "We have to search the ship to be sure."

"What the hell is going on?" Sanji saw the open door and the backside of his lover standing just inside. Why the hell was Luffy shouting at everyone to get up? He was ready to retire and he wasn't in the mood to watch the two make sappy eyes at each other. Whatever it was, could wait until the morning. "This better be good."

"Nami is missing you shit cook." Zoro could hear Luffy already ordering the others to begin searching without coming to the room. Their captain knew as well as he did, Nami would not leave her equipment behind. Not on purpose.

"I'm sure she is on the ship somewhere. Just because she wasn't here when you decided to sneak up, doesn't mean you got to freak out." Sanji knew how it sounded, he was resentful and jealous. Fuck it, he hated the fact that she would choose the shitty marimo over him. What could that one give her that he couldn't?

"Fuck off, I wasn't sneaking anywhere." Zoro couldn't believe the cook. This wasn't the time to show his ass because Nami wasn't one to fall for his cheesy lines.

"Right because you'd get lost, stupid marimo." Like Nami would let that stupid asshole touch her. Why the hell did he bother? If the fuck wanted to find his lover because she was hiding from his pawing, that was his problem.

Hands clamped down hard on their mouths. Robin couldn't believe they were doing this now. The only one doing anything was their captain, ordering the others where to look. For once Luffy wasn't wasting time in acting like a captain. "Boys, this isn't the time to be petty. The fact remains that our navigator dropped her log pose on the deck and isn't in her chambers. That being and the issue of the compass being wet, we can conclude that she is somewhere on this ship and something is wrong. Or she was attacked and drug off board, in which she yanked it off so we'd figure it out. Stop bickering like children and search. There is a chance that whoever took her might still be in sight."

Nami was seriously missing? Sanji snatched the palm from his face and spun on his heels. Aiming to go one place only. The log pose wet and on deck meant one thing, someone had pulled Nami overboard. Footsteps echoed behind him and he found that he was running by the time he exited into the night. "Where the hell did she find it?"

"Over here," Zoro led him to the spot he had found Robin gazing down at her palm. His shoe landing on something hard alerted them that he had stepped down on a piece of glass. This was the spot she'd been taken. His gut told him that they wouldn't find her on the ship.

"It's wet," Sanji ran his hand along the railing and it came back slippery. Some kind of oil or secretion was on the side. There were no light, nothing in the close distance. No ship or sign of life. "It wasn't a person to make these secretions. Something climbed up the side of the ship and snatched her."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Zoro scowled seeing the cook jump over without bothering to take off his shoes. A second later he leapt into the freezing water, hissing at the many needles stinging his flesh. Fuck that was cold. Not only was it so cold, his skin felt like it was tearing but his eyes could see nothing below a foot of water. He broke the surface and looked around. Where could it have taken her? He dove again, pushing his body to go deeper into the icy murkiness. Nothing, he couldn't see a fucking thing? Shit, which way was up? He couldn't even see the bubbles to know which way to go.

His shirt was yanked hard, indicating that someone was trying to pull him along. He swam in that direction and his lungs were stinging as he broke through, sucking in the much needed air. "Dammit, I don't see anything. Where the fuck is she?"

"Keep looking, we got to find her." Sanji dove back down, feeling lost being confronted by nothing. There was no way he could see beyond a foot beneath. Maybe in the day he would be able to detect something but it was futile at night. Where could it have taken her? The only answer chilled him more than the frigid temperature. In desperation, he began shouting out the moment he took another breath. Nothing, the only noise was coming from the Sunny. No sweet, angelic voice responded in a plea for help. They couldn't be too late, they would get to her in time. "Nami, answer me."

"NAMI!" Desperation that matched his own sounded from nearby. Zoro waded, praying that she could give some sort of sign of where she was. Not now, not ever, he couldn't lose her like this. He had been ready to lose her to Luffy or even the shit cook if it meant she'd be happy but not like this. Where the hell was she? The situation bore down hearing the others on the ship begin calling out to their navigator in the empty space of night. She wasn't on the ship but lost somewhere in the sea.

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A/N: Please review, I'm begging you, not really but I would appreciate some feedback.