"Authorities believe that the outlaw biker gang the Sons of Anarchy are the instigation behind the shooting outside the local funeral home last night. Gathered for a wake of one of their own - a member who had previously been stabbed to death the week before. Six were injured and two were killed in the shooting- the victims being an eight year old boy and local Deputy Chief David Hale. Authorities were able to arrest one of the shooters but there are still two suspects at large. We have a caller here, a Jack Yiesla from Lodi, Jack?"

"Yeah, morning Rick, big fan of the show. But I'm calling about this so called biker gang, the Sons? I haven't met any of these guys but I just have to say how much they piss me off. These guys walk around with their leather coats like their tough shit, excuse my language, but we all know that they should all be behind bars. I have been waiting for some other low lives to finally take them out- it's just unfortunate that the other scum decided to open fire on an innocent crowd of people. The Sons may not have pulled the trigger, but they're just as guilty..."

"Thank-you, Jack. What about you at home? Do you think the cops should do something about the Sons? Call us and tell us your opinion: 555-10-..."

Tig smashed the power button with his fist. The radio shut off instantly. "Can't listen to this shit anymore..."

Chibs sat at the bar nursing a drink. Clay was discussing pressing matters at the table with Bobby. Opie had gone to Jax' place to check on him. Juice was hacking his way through information on his laptop, trying to find solutions to all their problems.

Blasting from down the hall, the resident Kansas CD started over again. Tig and Chibs eyed each other. "I'll go," Tig set his beer down on the counter and walked down the hall. The door to Jax' room was closed. Tig knocked lightly, "Sadie, sweetheart?"

He received no answer. Slowly turning the handle, Tig opened the door and peeked in. Sadie was cleaning the room like a madwoman. Tig almost didn't recognize it. She didn't even seem to notice that he was there. A cigarette burned in the ashtray at the bedside table.

Approaching her slowly, Tig startled Sadie who jumped when she turned around, finding him behind her. Dropping the trash bag, Sadie took a deep breath to collect herself, "What is it?" she asked, looking up at the man. She turned down the knob on the stereo.

Tig realized this was the first time he had gotten a good look at her since the shooting. It seemed she had gotten worse since the incident. The bags under her eyes were a bluish purple and he was pretty sure she hadn't brushed her hair. Her eyes were a light red and she hadn't left the clubhouse for a while because she was wearing one of Jax' shirts. "Why don't you take a break, darling?" Tig asked, moving the trash bag away from her feet.

Sadie shook her head, "This place is so dirty. I have to clean it up..." she grabbed for the trash bag but Tig didn't let her have it, "C'mon out to the bar, have one with me and Chibs..."

"I don't want a drink," she yanked the trash bag from his hands. Her words came out more harsh than she'd ever have used for Tig before. Her lower lip quivered but she pushed back her emotions, "I just want to clean..."

Tig sighed. He couldn't blame the girl. She'd lost her best friend & her baby in the same moment. She felt responsible for both. The shooting didn't help either. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to help her. But Gemma was on the run for a homicide she didn't commit and Jax was more off his rocker than she was. Normally Half Sack was the one who could make her feel better but...

Sadie had turned back to cleaning. Tig knew there was nothing he could do for her except make sure that they got that kid back. Soon.

Tig heard the clubhouse door open. He left Sadie to find Opie and Happy returning, a solemn Jax straggling behind. He looked like he'd gone to hell and back. Tig sighed. How had shit fallen down so hard around them?

Jax locked eyes with him. Jax didn't even have to ask. "She's in the bedroom," he motioned with his head. Tig picked his beer back up from the counter and took a long swig.

Jax passed by the eyes that watched him but he didn't look at a single one of them. He went into his room and closed the door.

Sadie stopped cleaning when the door shut. She hesitated; she and Jax had barely looked at each other since that day. Subconsciously, she wanted him to hold her more than anything in the world. But on the other hand, she could not bear a sign of affection from him or anyone.

Jax took a seat on the bed.

Slowly, painfully slowly, Sadie found her way and took a seat on the bed next to him.

Jax reached out and put his arm across her shoulders and laid her down with him. Jax buried his head into the crook of her neck and closed his eyes.