Beep, Beep – that noise alone was all Emily needed to hear to know where she was. The sterile bleach like smell slowly filtering its way into her nose was also a good indication that she wasn't dead but instead in a hospital.

Fucking great.

Begrudgingly she starts to open her eyes slowly – due to her many visits she knew that opening them quickly was out of the question. If you did that there was a very high chance you'd be blind within five minutes.

Once she can see again and the blurriness that was a side effect of unconsciousness disappears, she allows her brown eyes gaze to roam around the room – she wasn't on a ward that much she knew, she'd seen enough of them to tell without much thought.. The room was no bigger than a box with a door just in front of her, a formidable shadow looming across the glass pane making it hard to see through it.

She goes to raise her right hand to wipe at her eyes but the sounds of metal meeting metal hits her ears and her gaze drifts down past the bandage circling her arm and obscuring her tattoos to notice her wrist bound in a pair of handcuffs, the other side connecting to the hand bar of the bed. Roaming her eyes to the other side she sees it's similarly bound.

"I've woken up in some predicaments before but this is new" she mumbles, her voice hoarse from limited use

Shaking her head she thinks over the facts that she knows and remembers leading up to now.

She killed an Irish dude in her sister's living room – and got stabbed and cut in the process. Blacked out and woke up in a hospital wearing the rather ugly hospital gown that showed her ass off to the world and was handcuffed to the bed limiting her movement. Which also let her know that the guy stood outside her room was more than likely a cop.

Before she can take anymore stock of her surroundings the door opens and two blondes wearing suits walk in. the one in front was tall and lithe with long blonde hair brushing her shoulders. Her grey suit clinging to her body in all the right ways to let someone know she was very much a woman whilst her walk indicated she secretly wanted to be a man and perceived as one. The woman behind her was shorter – her face more serious and with her hair tied back painfully it made her look older then her years. She too was wearing a grey suit but unlike the first blonde her walk was much softer and feminine.

Em knew they were cops but they weren't your average local town rent a cops – these had pull and she was betting that her current predicament of being strapped to a bed was their doing. Well these pigs were going to learn she wasn't the kind to bend over and take it in the ass willingly – they were going to show Em their cards well before Em even indicates what hers are.

"Emily Louise Knowles, Twenty- Five, tattooist at Graveyard ink. Daughter of a dead mum and a drunk daddy. Younger sister to Dr Tara Knowles and currently the benefactor of twenty two arrests for minor disturbances in ten years"

"Wow someone read my Wikipedia page" Em drawls hating the woman already

"Well someone has a mouth on them don't they" long hair says back, her eyebrow raising as she looks Em over

"Last I checked dear we all have mouths" Em smirks "I guess I just know how to use mine better"

"Watch it" the other woman spits and Em turns to her before shrugging

"Okay let's cut the crap who are you guy's"

"Agent June Stahl and Agent Tyler, ATF"

"A.T what" Em asks

Her mind begins to churn over the new information as she keeps her face blank minus the confusion she previously painted on it – she knew immediately who they were and why they were in her room. This had fuck all to do with the Irish man she killed after all anyone with a pair of fucking eyes could see that was self-defence, no this was all about the club. These two pompous bitches were going to use her to get to the club,

Yeah fucking right.

"ATF" Agent Stahl repeats harshly and Em fights to control her glee "Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives"

"Nice but I think you're in the wrong room as well Alcohol and Tobacco are definitely vices of mine but I'm not a big fan of firearms and explosives" Em shrugs "but out of curiosity do fireworks count as explosives, I like those, all nice and colourful"

"Listen to me Miss Knowles, you might think the games you're playing right now are all fine and dandy but you are up shit creek without a paddle. You are being charged with the murder of Cameron Hayes"

"And you can prove the first one was murder can you?" she questions

"Yes" Agent Stahl nods

"Okay"

She could see that her response was one they weren't counting on but she knew the game they were playing – it wasn't murder and they knew it. Instead they were trying to scare her into taking whatever deal they placed in front of her but it wasn't going to happen – she wasn't a fucking snitch. Plus there wasn't a fucking deal good enough that would protect her from the club if they found out she ratted on them and by default her sister – as Em knows if she was to flip on the club they would treat her sister with caution wondering if she too was a rat.

"But we can help you?" Agent Tyler says her voice soft as she steps forward and around Stahl "We can protect you from the club"

"And what would you want in return"

"Information on Graham Lableer's murder as well as any illegal connections SAMCRO has"

The way she said it made Em think this whole interview – if that was what it was, was some sort of pay and she was reading from a script that she didn't even know about. The whole situation was laughable and it took everything in her to stop laughing.

"And what makes you think I have this information – darling I'm just a tattoo artist"

"You might not have the information yet but due to your relationship with Happy Lowman and also due to your sister dating the Vice President Jax Teller I'm sure you could find out"

That was it took for Em's control on her laughter to break; she lets out a long laugh as Stahl's words registered in her ears. This woman had no boundaries when it came to the club – she had the biggest hard on for the guys and no doubt she also wanted a promotion and she would use whatever means necessary to get there. Including Em

"Thanks but no thanks" she chuckles "I like living and I'm no rat"

"So you'd rather go to prison"

"Yep" Em nods "Though I wonder, do they serve mash and gravy, I'm rather partial to that"

Before either of the agents can respond a nurse walks in and heads straight to Em and begins messing with the bandages covering her arm and stomach. The two agents throw her a long look with Em returns before turning and leaving the room – she knew they'd be back and they'd keep trying any way they can to get to her.

"How long have I been unconscious" she asks the nurse – the question bugging her as none of the agents told her and she knew from the limited pain that it had been longer than twenty four hours.

"Three days"

"Wow" Em whistles "I must have took some right damage"

"The stabbing missed all the major organs and nerves but managed to nick a major artery so by the time you got the hospital you had lost a rather substantial amount of blood"

"Thanks" Em nods filing the information away for later

As the nurse finishes checking the wraps and helping Em to have a drink of the cold water sitting on the table next to the machines, the door opens again and this time Clay and Jax walk in. both of them looking weary and as though the last few days had aged them massively – she guessed it had but decides to keep her comments to herself.

The nurse walks out as silent as she walked in and the two man walk closer to the bed, each of their eyes flicking towards the handcuffs restricting her to the bed.

"Like my new jewellery" she jokes

Neither man looks happy and instead stands firm and rather pissed off at the end of the bed.

"I want to say thank you for what you did at the house" Clay starts "It was a shitty situation to find yourself in"

"Clay stop please" Em sighs "That fucker would have killed my sister and done god knows what to Abel if I hadn't have put him down first"

He nods and blows out a harsh breathe from between his lips "How are you?"

"Sore and wishing I wasn't handcuffed to the bed because im dying for a cigarette but other than that I'm okay" she shrugs "How's Tara?"

"Shook up but she'll get there. You Knowles women are strong"

"We are indeed" Em smirks "And Abel"

"None the wiser thankfully" Jax sighs his words clouded with emotions Em didn't even want to name "If Cam had…"

"Stop Jax"

He nods and leans against the footboard, his hands gripping it tightly. Clay glances from Em's face to the bandage on her arm and back again, his eyes darkening as they do so. Em had never been scared of the older man but she was starting to feel that way now, the look in his eye was one she had never seen before and frankly she never wanted to again.

"I had some visitors" she says hoping to change conversation

"Who?" Clay questions

"Agent's Stahl and Tyler from the ATF"

"What the fuck did they want?"

Em takes a deep breath and fills the men in on what the agents told her during their visit – stopping only a few times to cough as her dry throat catches on words. She smiles as Jax walks over and helps her to have a drink before pacing at her side – his agitation bleeding out into the room making Em nervous. Clay on the other hand stands stoic at the end of the bed hanging onto Em's every word as though it was the fucking bible.

"She's got jack and she knows it" Jax spits "So I don't know what she's playing at"

"I do" Em sighs "I'm the weakest link. The newest member of the club family, so to speak, so she's hoping that with enough pressure she'll get me to flip on the club"

Em notices Clay's face and sighs

"Which I won't do, for fuck sake the club includes my sister and nephew and I've already taken a knife to the gut for them I'm not exactly going to go blab my mouth and get them into more shit"

Clay nods and Em wonders if she's managed to pacify him enough – she doubted it. He was club president and she was an old lady's sister and the bed warmer of one of its members. She was the weakest link just as she pointed out and Clay was protecting the club just like he always did and probably would until he handed the gavel over.

Before her lips can utter any more words to soothe the torment in Clay his phone rings and he excuses himself from the room leaving her with Jax, the man pacing at the end of the bed as though hell was at his heels.

"Jax" Em mutters "You okay"

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before walking closer to her, coming to a stop just shy of her head on the left side. His hand grips hers and she notices the stark contrast between his calloused hands and her smooth ones – as well as noticing the slight tremor reverberating through the muscles.

"If you hadn't…If he'd managed" Jax starts and stops before taking a deep breathe, Em squeezes his hand encouragingly letting him know she would wait.

It seemed weird for Em – she was never one to give reassurance. Yet in the last few days alone that's what she had done both to her sister and her brother-in-law, her hand squeezing theirs in a silent show of reassurance and care that both seemed to eat up as though they were starving and it was their last meal. She didn't know how to handle it but found she really didn't care; people were turning to her for strength and guidance instead of running from her.

"If you hadn't protected Tara and Abel I..." he breathes out deeply "Something tells me I'd be chasing my boy halfway around the world right now"

"You listen to me Jackson" Em starts her tone leaving no room for arguments "That boy may not be my blood but he is my nephew and if lucky charms had thought he was getting him then he thought fucking wrong. I'd do it all over again even if it had been only me and Tara at the house I still would have done it. They are my family and no fucker touches my family and gets away with it"

En knew she was repeating herself – the words tasting acidic in her mouth the more she says them but she needed Jax to understand.

Jax sends her a small smile and she knows she hasn't resolved everything with him yet – the fear that was still present due to the danger that came knocking for his son and old lady. But she knew and could sense it that the man next to her was forever in her debt without having to tell her and that was something she didn't want but wouldn't argue with.

"Plus everyone now knows Abel has a psycho aunt that will do anything for him" she jokes hoping to ease the tension

"That they do" Jax replies laughing alone "But I promise I'll get you out of all this Em"

"That Stahl bitch could make me serve ten years in prison for all I fucking care. She won't get fuck all from me and I don't regret it, how many times do I have to tell you that"

"Em"

"No Jax, I'll serve my time if it comes to that, keep my mouth shut and then get out" She groans the pain in her stomach flaring "But I need to do something first"

"What?" He questions

She sighs lowly and glances towards the door making sure her door post was still outside with his attention otherwise occupied, when she notices it is she makes Jax lean down closer and begins to fill him in on everything she figured out about Mina. She watches his face as she talks to see a stormy shadow pass over it.

"I'm the only one that can get close so the minute I can I'm putting that bitch down"

"Em" Jax starts but Em cuts him off

"That bitch sold club secrets and used me to get them; she isn't getting a free pass Jackson"

"I know that Em but the club can handle it"

"No" she growls "That bitch is mine"

Jax looks and can see he is getting nowhere, Em was hands down the most stubborn person he had ever met and when she set her sights on something she was going to get it, no questions asked and Mina's death just happened to be what was currently in her sights.

"Okay" he nods "But when it happens you take Hap with you so he can help cover your ass. You're already getting fucked for Cam's death, we don't need another one"

"Cam's death was self-defence no matter how Stahl spins it, the case will fall apart once we make her fall apart, but this kill, this fucker is planned" Em spits "But yeah I'll take Hap"

Jax just nods and sits down in the chair next to her; she wanted to ask him why he was staying but decided against it. Too much had happened in the last few days and she really didn't want to deal with anymore, all she wanted to do was sleep and wake up and hopefully be un-handcuffed so she could escape the sterile walls of the hospital.

"What's happening with Gemma?" she questions, the silence becoming too much

Em listens as Jax fills her in on what went down in the safe house with Agent Stahl, Polly and Edmond Hayes. She had to laugh at the news that it was the chief of police that got Gemma out of dodge but Em could imagine it wouldn't be long before Gemma was back and causing havoc, it was a very Gemma thing to do.

"So who isn't looking at a jail term" Em asks seriously but there's a hint of humour hidden just under the surface

"Right now" Jax sighs "I'm not too sure"

Before either of them can say anything else the door opens and a nurse walks in, she doesn't say anything to the either of them and instead messes around with Em's IV bags and then takes a needle from her pocket. Em knows what it is and knows that in around five minutes she'll be in dreamless sleep once again. She'd fight it but the handcuffs restrict it and she grumbles as the sharp needle pierces her inked skin.

"Get some sleep Em, I'll pop back later with Tara"

"And Abel" she mumbles "I wanna see my nephew"

"And with Abel" he chuckles shaking his head slightly

Em just nods before Jax leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead and moves his head near her ear.

"Love you Em"

As she watches Jax walk out the room she begins to wonder just what the fuck was happening to the Tellers – she had been told she was loved by two of them in the space of a week. First Gemma before she went and did her stupid solo finding herself mission and just now by a man who has only ever seen her as his girlfriend's younger sister. Things were getting weird and she wasn't too sure if they were the good kind.

Before she can think anymore sleep begins to drum at her sense and she submits willingly to the darkness – her thoughts clearing for the time being.

Welcome to the sequel – I know it might suck after the way the last chapter of the first story ended but it needed to happen.

I hope you will all love this story as much as you loved its predecessor and I hope you will all stick with me as I continue to navigate the fuck storm that Is Hap and Em's love story.

Thoughts on this chapter would mean a lot.

Also what do you think Agent Stahl is playing at going after Em and do you love Em's bitchiness with her – I thought it was rather good but then again I'm in a bitchy mood today so that could account for it.

Anyhow thoughts please guys. Love you all.

And on a side note I am working on the other new story and It will be posted soon. I promise.