A/N: For those of you following Seventh Inning Stretch, don't worry, I haven't given up on it! I just hit a block with it and just had this come to me on a whim. It's not related in any way to Seventh Inning Stretch, just something new. This is also new for me because I've never wrote a story that contains Jordan in jail and being so cold. Anyway, enjoy! Let me know what you think! I don't own Sons Of Anarchy, just Jordan and any other unknown characters that might pop up!
Juice Ortiz parked his Dyna in the parking lot of Teller Morrow Automotive and climbed off, jogging across the black asphalt. He pulled open the door to the clubhouse and bolted inside, his eyes scanning the room for Jax Teller. When he spotted him at the pool table with Tig Trager, he jogged over to them. "Jax." He said when he came to stop. Jax turned and looked, his eyebrows raised in confusion. As far as Jax knew, Juice had taken the day off to spend it with Jordan Taylor, the girl he had taken in three years ago.
"Do you have any idea why Roosevelt's deputy would haul Jordan into the station?" Juice questioned. Jax's eyes widened while Tig took a step forward so he could hear the conversation better.
"No. what do you mean they hauled her in?" Jax asked. Juice closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh.
"I mean they showed up at the house, read her her rights, cuffed her and took her in." Juice said. Jax ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Tig, who nodded and disappeared into the garage.
"Shit, I don't know." Jax put a hand on Juice's shoulder. "But we're gonna find out. Let's go." Juice nodded and followed him out the door, where they were instantly greeted with all the guys standing by their bikes, ready for instructions.
"Whatare you guys doing?" Juice asked them. Chibs raised an eyebrow.
"We're going with you, brother. The lass is family." Juice hesitated, slightly caught of guard, then nodded and hurried over to his bike.
A few minutes later, the boys were walking across the parking lot of Charming PD. Juice glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. When Jax gave him a questioning look he said, "Jordan's never going to believe all the guys are here."
"Why not?" Jax asked, confused. Juice just shook his head and led the guys through the doors. Roosevelt saw them and walked over. He sighed and looked them over.
"Can I help you boys?" He asked. Juice crossed his arms and Jax shoved his hands in the pockets of his cut.
"Yeah. You want to tell us why your deputy brought my girlfriend in?" Juice asked harshly. Roosevelt stared at them, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"She's being charged with murder." He said simply. Juice's eyebrows shot up and he coughed. Jax stepped forward and shook his head.
"There's no way. Jordan wouldn't do that. She's not that type." He said calmly, seeing that Juice was slowly losing his cool. Roosevelt raised an eyebrow.
"You don't think so?" He asked. Juice, who had recovered by now, spoke up.
"I know she wouldn't and she's not." He told the officer. Roosevelt nodded slowly.
"well, she already confessed. We've taken her statement and everything. We've got her in a holding cell." Juice paled considerably and looked at Jax.
"Can we see her?" He asked. Roosevelt glanced at the two and sighed.
"Go ahead. But just you." Roosevelt added when Juice and Jax both started back. Juice paused and gave Roosevelt a cold look.
"She'll want to see us both." He snapped heatedly. Roosevelt closed his eyes and sighed again. The truth was, Juice didn't know if Jordan would want to see Jax. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she'd be happy about seeing him, but he just couldn't do it alone.
"Fine. But just you two." Roosevelt said, giving the rest of the guys a meaningful look.
Jordan Taylor sat on the bench bed thing in her cell, her legs drawn up and her hands dangling off her knees, her head tilted back against the wall with her eyes closed. "Taylor, visitors." The guard told her. She opened her eyes and rolled them in his direction.
"I don't wanna see anyone." She told him. He shrugged.
"Too late for that, princess." He said. Jordan groaned and shook her head.
"Bite me, Steven." She snapped at the bronze haired guard that was barely older than she was.
"Not my job. That honor belongs to the Puerto Rican." He retorted. She leaned forward and glared at him.
"Screw you." She spat as Juice and Jax walked in the door. She sighed and stood, walking over to the bars, sliding her wrists through them and leaning forward, bracing herself for the confrontation. "Hey boys. What brings you here?" She asked, offering them a bright smile. Juice wasn't amused.
"I could ask you the same thing." He told her. She stared at him and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Murder." She said so casually Juice took a step back, giving her an odd look.
"Murder." He repeated, the word sounding foreign on his lips referring to something she had done. She shrugged again. "How? Why? Who?" He sputtered. Jordan pushed herself off the bars and ran her fingers through her blond hair.
"Let's see. How: shoved a gun barrel in his mouth and blew his throat out. Why: he was a threat to my well being and existence, the club, you. Who: well, you don't really need to worry about that now." She said, looking over Juice's shoulder at the guard. Juice's mouth dropped open and Jax had yet to say anything.
"But…you didn't…" Juice said in a pleading voice. Jordan shrugged again and slid her hands in her back pockets.
"I did, Juice. I'm a convict. A felon." She told him. "Are we done?" She asked, turning her back on them.
"No, we're not." Juice snapped. He gripped the bars. ""Babe…" She spun on her heel and looked at him.
"Don't. I'm not your babe, baby or anything else." She snapped harshly. His eyes widened and he gave her a look that reminded her of a wounded puppy dog, but he knew she had to keep going, it was the only way to keep him safe.
"You don't love me Juice. You just think you do." I'm just a girl you found on the streets and took in. I'm a nightmare wrapped in a fairytale. I'm chaos. I bring disaster everywhere I go, break everything I touch and you deserve better than the disaster I bring with me." She told him sharply, swallowing back her own tears as she watched the pain flicker across his face with every word. "Now, are we done here?" She asked. Juice stared at her, his shoulders sagging a bit.
"Yeah." He said mechanically. "I'll see you at the trail." Jordan tensed and shook her head.
"Don't go to the trial Ortiz!" She called as he walked out the door. She turned attention to Jax. "I thought we were done." She said coldly as the guard stepped forward and took his arm.
"No we're not Jordan." He looked at the guard. "Don't f—"
"Jax." Jordan warened and he bit his tongue, jerking his arm away from the guard.
"Don't touch me." He barked, looking back at Jordan. He does love you, you know." Jordan sighed and walked back over to the bars, resting her head against them.
"I know he does Jax, but he can't. not now. Not anymore. I was stupid for letting him love me to begin with." She said miserably. Jax shook his head and took a step back.
"No, he was the stupid one for loving you to begin with." Jax said hatefully and turned, walking towards the door.
"Keep him away from the trial, Teller!" She called again, only to have it fall on deaf ears as she door banged shut behind him. "Shit!" She swore, banging on the bars.
"Still think it was worth it?" The guard, Steven asked. Jordan flashed him a cold grin.
"Yes. Worth every second."
A/N: So, here we are. What do we think? Let me know!
