The smell of whiskey was still strong in the air, the smoke gradually dying down. It was getting close to closing time, and Haven had just about had her fill for the night. Between Tara getting called in to emergency surgery and Lyla having to leave early to tend to Opie and the kids, girl's night had really turned into a bust. Haven had decided to stick around and have a few drinks on her own, probably a few too many. It had been a long week of back and forth with her editor and she just needed some down time. She knew if she hung around any longer she might not make it home without having to call one of the guys as an escort.

Making her way out the back towards her car, she heard a slight commotion. To the untrained ear it might have been nothing, but to a girl who spent most of her life around a group of outlaws like SAMCRO, you learned to keep and eye, or in this case an ear, out for the small stuff. Even in her altered state Haven knew something was off. In the far south corner of the parking lot near the dumpster, she could see multiple figures. A group of four men stood towering over something she couldn't quite see. Wanting to ensure someone wasn't getting taken advantage of, Haven stealthily made her way over. When she got close enough to get a better visual under the street light, she could distinctly see that the four men were wearing an all too familiar reaper patch. Haven knew well enough to stay out of club business, and just as she was turning to sneak away, one of the two men SAMCRO had on the ground saw her and shouted out to her. In an instant there were four very angry sets of eyes turned on her, all of which turned to curiosity when they immediately recognized the young woman. The two men took advantage of the distraction and made a break for it, one getting away and one getting a bullet to the head for his troubles.

For several moments it was as if time stood still for Haven. When she snapped back to reality, she stood face to face with Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Happy. Hap stood stone still with his gun still in hand from shooting the man on the ground. He was making direct eye contact with the young woman, trying to gage her reaction to what she just witnessed. She was surprisingly calm. But that could also be the shock still wearing on her, he thought to himself.

Jax took it upon himself to speak to Haven first. They were close. They had known one another since second grade and she would undoubtedly feel safest with him. Haven stood still as Jax approached more closely in anticipation of what was going to happen. Should she be scared? Jax had to know she would never turn on him or the guys. She could never rat out her family. Even though she had just witnessed this crime, she knew there was a reason for it. SAMCRO did not just go around killing innocent people. There was a lot more to this story that she didn't know. Regardless of what any of that was, she would always stick by these guys, they were the only family she had ever known. Jax was practically her brother. Happy on the other hand, he might not care what ties she had to the club. The girl had just witnessed him commit murder and Happy was one of the most feared people walking this planet. Haven was just hoping Jax would be able to explain all of this to Hap.

"We've got to get out of here lass. Why don't you ride on back with Jackie Boy to the club house and Tig and I will make sure your car gets back ok," she heard come out of Chibs' mouth. His thick Scottish brogue broke through her momentary mental silence.

Haven simply nodded and made her way to Jax's bike, her nerves still completely on edge. Getting on behind Jax, she wrapped herself around him holding on for dear life, in more ways than one. Jax could tell she was scared and wanted to make sure she knew everything would be ok, "I got you Haven. Always."

Getting back to the club house all SAMCRO gathered for church to be filled in on the nights events. Haven sat patiently on the couch awaiting her fate. Behind the closed doors Happy was filling everyone in, "We've got a problem. While trying to handle that crank dealer Smithson, we had a witness. Saw me shoot him and everything." Audible gasps were heard around the room. That's when Jax spoke up, "Yeah, it's true we had a hiccup, but I don't think it's as bad as Hap is claiming. This so-called witness is Haven." "Wait, like sweetheart next door Haven," Juice asked. "Yes, one in the same. The girl we all see every day, who helps us out with anything we need. I really don't think we have to worry about her saying anything." All the heads in the room nodded in agreement, all except one. Happy was skeptical, but he would back his president, that's what a good soldier does.

As the chapel doors opened, Haven felt relief flood through her body. The men pouring out all seemed in good spirits for the most part, and she took that in stride, hoping it meant good things for her future. Jax came over to her and let her know things were ok. "You don't have anything to be worried about darlin', just stay close to the club the next few days and let us know if you have any unexpected visitors." "Will do Jackson, will do. Thanks for having my back with the guys on all this. I think I'm going to crash in your dorm tonight if that's ok." "Of course, I'll see you in the morning sweetheart."

Little did any of them know, there was a set of familiar eyes peering through the SAMCRO gate plotting their next move.