{Due to me having problems getting into my account I have opened this new one and transferred my stories over. I'm only going to post up the first chapter and the rest will follow this week. For those who do not know how I update, I update based on how many reviews (good or bad), favorites and follows I have. So in other words the more I get the quicker I update. This is not a Mary sue I promise. I'm really excited to be writing this, this happens right after Jax's son is taking from him (no Tara at the moment though) but, the beginning of the story has nothing to do with the show really, but after I get through the beginning of my plot It will then tie into the show. Let me know what you think I'm just letting the idea fly. I hope you all enjoy, I do not own the Sons of Anarchy only my own character and anything else you do not recognize}

I was in the bathroom of my cabin splashing water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my full lips bleeding from the cut on the right side of my lips. I reached for the alcohol wipes in the cabinet and hissed slightly when I made contact with my lip, cleaning up my wound. My blue-hazel eyes looked back at my reflection and I allowed a smile to creep onto my face. I did it, I actually did it, I couldn't believe that I had pulled it off. I walked into my bedroom pulling my black boots off and throwing them into the corner. I sat on the edge of my bed, listening to the muffled yelling coming from the basement below my room. I pulled the elastic off my wrist and pulled my chest length blonde hair up into a pony. I took another deep breath before I grabbed the gun from the bedside table and put it into the back of my pants. I made my way slowly down the stairs into my basement and walked to the center of the room. I stared at the blonde man bound to the chair, the cut drawing my attention to the patch on his right shoulder…vice president. I reached forward and pulled the bag from his head. I could see how much I had pissed him off, but he didn't understand…not yet at least. "Listen Jax," I placed both my hands on the chair and leaned forward, "I'm going to pull the gag out of your mouth and you can yell all you want trust me no one will hear you. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want you to listen to me, I need your help."

He still looked pissed but nodded his head and I took out the gag from his mouth. The moment I did, a witty remark flew from his mouth, "Damn baby I like being tied up and all but all you had to do was ask."

I threw him a look that said I wasn't interested and placed the gag down on the stairs behind me. I pulled the chair out from the corner and sat it down right in front of him. Before I had the chance to speak he started with the usual threats, "Do you realize what you have done? Who you're messing with? You just brought a whole new shit storm onto your front door step."

"Oh trust me pretty boy I'm not worried. You will fix that in time, now do you want to hear my offer or not?" when he didn't answer I continued, "My career of choice is a tracker. My job is to find people which can range from boring to dangerous. Example I can track separated families or people who skipped on bail but then I can get dangerous jobs. Jobs like you. Someone wants you dead, someone who I want dead in fact. And you are going to help me because as I understand it your son is missing and you guys have hit a dead end. I'm good at finding people especially ones who don't want to be found. So if I help you find your baby boy will you help me?"

"I don't need you to find my son, especially with you not having a clue where to start."

"I have information, tips and I watched who left your house that day. One thing about being a good tracker is you stalk your victim for weeks, how do you think I was able to get to you so easily."

He pursed his lips in a thin line "Who wants me?"

"Have you ever been to Nevada Mr. Teller?"

"Yeah last year some time why what's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure what you did, I don't get that much information from my clients but what I do know is you have gotten on the bad side of one of the most dangerous gangs of Nevada."

He seemed to ponder this for a second before the look of realization came across his face. "Charles?"

I leaned forward on my knees and a smirk fell over my face, "So do we have a deal Mr. Teller?"

After a few moments of silence, he sighed but nodded his head. I pushed myself off my chair and untied his hands. While he rubbed his wrists I pushed my hand out in front of him. His blue eyes seemed to search mine before he shook my hand and asked, "How do you know I won't turn on you?"

"Because I have information that you need and you won't get it from me if I'm dead."