Here comes another story which has been playing in the back of my mind for quite some time. Enjoy and please review!

Jesse had to get out of there. Of all times and places, her car had chosen this night and road 42 to break down. And after spending fifteen minutes cursing herself for leaving the motorway and forgetting to charge her phone, she had gotten out of the car and started walking hoping to find help on her way. She hadn't.

After walking for half an hour under the relentless rain and seeing no proof of life around her, she had finally thought her troubles were over when she had caught sight of a neon sign in the distance. But her joy was short lived when she got closer and took in the seedy dive. In normal circumstances, Jesse would have never set foot in a place like this and for a moment she was tempted to just turn around, get back to her car and wait it out until the morning. But she was freezing, soaked and she was probably being overcautious.

From the minute she had walked into the bar, she'd known it had been a stupid idea and she should have followed her first instinct. From the outside, the place had looked like a dump but the inside was even worse than she' expected. The air smelled a mixture of cigarettes, cheap cologne and stale beer. A pole dancing stage stood in the centre but was presently empty. She glanced around and noticed a two men playing pool across the room. One of them was tall and muscular whilst the other was short and stocky but both were equally menacing. They both wore white wife beaters showing off heavily tattooed arms. The tall one spotted her and a crooked smile came up on his face as he nudged his friend. The short man turned to her and the same creepy smile appeared on his face. He took a sip from his beer and Jesse noticed a big swastika tattoo on his hand. He put down his glass and made his way towards her.

"Can I help you sweetheart?"

"Yes, I…I'm sorry to bother you but my car broke down a few miles away and I was wondering if I could use your phone?"

The man took a moment to answer her question. Jesse could feel his narrow eyes on her like a predator watching a prey and she tried hard to hide her discomfort.

"Sure. The phone's this way."

He laid the way and Jesse followed clutching her handbag against her. The man led her through a corridor at the back of the bar and eventually stopped turning back to Jesse as he unlocked a door."Phone's in here". Jesse instinctively stopped and felt the urge to turn around and get the hell out of there.

He must have seen her hesitation because his lips formed a sinister smile. "Don't worry sweetheart, I only bite if they ask nice."

Jesse pursed her lips together and forced a smile before walking past him. She couldn't help but let out a sight of relief when she saw the room was indeed a small office. In the corner, she noticed a big wooden desk with the phone.

"Phone book is on the desk."

She walked to the desk and dialled the first cab number she found in the book. After a long minute, an operator picked up and once Jesse confirmed her location, the feminine voice advised that a cab would be there within half an hour. Jesse hated the thought of having to wait there for so long but she thanked the lady and hang up.

"All good?"

Jesse turned around startled to come face to face with the man. She hadn't heard him walk behind her. Again, she masked her discomfort at his proximity with a smile." Yes, they'll be there in 15 minutes."

The lie had come out of her mouth before she could stop it and she wished it were true. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?"

"Knock yourself out."

She moved past him and hurried down the corridor to the bathroom she had spotted earlier. She locked herself in the first stall and leaned on the door. Just being in this place made her somewhat feel dirty and she couldn't wait to be home and take a long shower.

Just at that moment, she heard a big blast inside the bar and the next few minutes felt surreal. One minute, the only sound she could hear was metal rock coming out of the speakers and the next all she could hear were guns blazing.

Jax surveyed the room betraying no emotion. The smell of fresh blood was already in the air. Jax had never particularly enjoyed the violence inherent to the club but the two dead men had been responsible for the savage beating and rape of a young woman in Charming and Jax could only feel that justice had been served.

He watched as Clay approached the bodies and spat on them. "Let's get out of here."

They all turned to go as one when a noise resonated from the back of the bar. The men looked at each other, already raising their guns. Jax raised his hand to stop them and pointed to Opie to follow him out back.

Jesse cursed herself for revealing her presence. She had been frantically looking for the pepper spray she always carried in her purse, but her hands were trembling and the pepper spray had fallen from her grasp onto the floor alerting whoever was out there. She was now crouched over the toilet seat biting her hand to muffle any sound.

The door to the bathroom opened slowly and Jesse closed her eyes as if she could teleport herself out of this mess. She heard footsteps moving from stall to stall and clutched the pepper spray in her hand although she knew it would be pointless against a gun. The intruder suddenly stopped moving and Jesse held her breath in, certain she had been found. But after a few long seconds, the steps moved away and she heard a man voice.

"All clear. Let's go."

She waited for a moment and let out a big breath as she realised that she had just barely escaped with her life.

Deputy Chief David Hale walked out of the bar and let out a sigh. He knew this mess was the work of the sons. This was their sense of justice. He also knew that they will probably never be able to find any evidence to prove it. He had been so hopeful when he'd heard there was a witness to the massacre but once they had questioned her, they had realised that the terrified woman had been in the bathroom the whole time and had not seen anything. If anything, she had been lucky not to be found. The sons didn't go around hurting women, but if there was a threat to their precious club, who knew what they would do.

He looked at the pretty woman sitting in the back of a patrol car. She was still in shock staring at the floor as if she wasn't unaware of the police, forensics teams working to process the scene.

She had been unable to tell them much, she was still in shock. How long had she spent in that bathroom terrified that they'd come back? The worst part of it is that this was just the beginning. Once reality dawned on her, Hale knew the woman would break down. Hard.

"Dr Gardner?"

She looked up with a haggard look "I lost my pass. My access car to the hospital. I had it in my purse and I can't find it."

"Are you sure you had it?"

"I…think so, I don't know really. I just want to get home"

Hale looked at her with genuine concern. She looked so fragile, almost lost." I'll have an officer drive you home. Is there anyone we can call? Friends, family?

"No, I just moved her a couple of weeks ago, I don't really know anybody. I'll be fine."

"Alright."

"Deputy Hale, are you going to catch those men?"

Hale thought about what to answer. He knew the Sons would probably get out of this scot-free but he had sworn to himself a long time ago that he would bring the Sons down. One day.

"Yes."

She gave him a weak smile as he closed the door on her. He turned to the blond officer who would drive the doctor home. "I don't want Unser anywhere near this."

Officer Perkins had been in Charming long enough to know about the complicated relationship between Chief Unser and the Sons who were the prime suspects of the hit tonight.

"What do I do if he asks me?"

"The truth. Just don't mention Dr Gardner."

"What about the report?"

"Write it. But run it by me before you do anything with it."

She knew exactly what he was asking. And she knew what would happen to the report once she'd give it to him. She also knew that tampering a criminal investigation report was illegal. He must have seen the look on her face because he lowered his voice. "You know that the minute Unser hears about this witness, he'll tell Clay Morrow. We have to protect her."

She trusted Hale. She knew the man lived by a strong moral code and would only do what was best for the people he was meant to protect and for Charming

"Okay." she finally replied.

"Hey Jax."

Jax turned his attention away from his beer and turned to the pretty young thing named Cindy Donovan. Cindy was a recent addition to the ever growing crow eater scene that seems to spend their life hanging around the club. She was young and still had a certain naivety about her. She was rolling strands of hair in her hand and pursed her lips in a flirtatious pout in an effort to be sexy. And she was. In a very obvious way but she was still sexy as hell.

"How about that pool lesson?"

Any other night, Jax would have taken her hand, led her directly into the clubhouse apartment and let her do the rest. But something stopped him. "Sorry darlin', not tonight."

He could see the disappointment in her eyes but she quickly recovered. "Another night then." She said placing her hand on his torso before walking away.

"Oh man, I can't believe you just turned her down. Have you seen the ass on her?

Jax turned to Juice laughing. "Wasn't feeling it. But go for it man."

"She's so out of Juice's league." Chuckled Opie joined by Juice and Jax.

Jax finished his beer and stood up from the stool "Alright boys, I'm gonna pack it in."

"Alright man."

They watched him walking away and Juice turned to Opie. "What's with him?"

"No idea."

Jax closed the door to the apartment and took off his clothes. After the night they'd had, he was exhausted. Preoccupied too. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and took out a plastic card he ha picked up on the bathroom floor of the bar earlier. It was an access card with the picture of a pretty woman in her late twenties with blond hair and soulful grey eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what a woman like her, a doctor had been doing in that damp at that time of the night. Because Jax had known that someone was hiding in the last stall. He had known it was a woman straight away as he could smell her perfume in the air. And he had guessed she was probably the owner of the pass he was holding in his hand at that instant.

But he had lied to his brothers pretending no one was there. He had chosen not to reveal her presence because he had been worried about his brother's reaction. The woman had probably been hiding in the bathroom the whole time so she probably hadn't seen anything that could link the Sons to the murders. But he couldn't be sure that she hadn't seen anything, like he couldn't be sure that she wouldn't be able to identify them. He had to know, he had to find out for sure and he had to do it without the club finding out because if they did, he had no idea what they would do to the young doctor to protect the club.