A/N: Yes, this is kind of a short chapter. Sorry. But I know the past two plus this one have been a little weird, kinda... choppy, almost I guess. So I'm gonna take a bit of a break, see if I can redo these three, and get the next one done. Shouldn't take more than a week, but I won't make any promises. I'd rather give you guys nothing, than to keep feeding you crappy chapters.

"Sabina? It's Tig," Tig called out quietly as he stepped into the hospital room, carrying a black duffel bag.

" 'Iya, Tigger," She said tiredly. "Any news?"

"We're lookin' for Zobelle. He's went underground. Not at his house, not at his goon's house… Don't worry, we'll find him," Tig said reassuringly, standing next to the bed. "Any news here?"

Sabina smiled sadly as she stood up, stretching out as she did, before walking over to the small coffee pot, and filling her cup again. "Doc said 'e's got a subdural hematoma. Means the blood is gatherin' in 'is 'ead, puttin' pressure on 'is brain."

"Shit. Is he gonna be ok?"

"They think so. 'E's still critical, but they got 'im stabilized now. Should be fine."

Tig frowned as he handed Sabina the bag. "Didn't know what you wanted, so I grabbed a little bit of everything," He said, eyes still focused on Chibs.

"Are there any underwear in 'ere?" She asked with a grin as she headed towards the small attached bathroom..

"I thought you'd get mad if I went through that drawer," Tig called back with a smile, before hearing the sound of running water.

"Any word on Zobelle yet?"

"Not yet. Is it ok to be talkin' this loud?" Tig asked nervously, glancing at Chibs again.

"Aye, it's fine. Ain't like 'e's sleepin'. So still can't find 'im? Ya tried followin' 'is daughter?"

Tig dropped his head into his hands. "Jesus, how long have you known about the daughter?" He demanded.

Sabina peeked her head around the bathroom door. "Why?"

"We just found out about her today."

"Fuck a duck up the fuckin' ass!" Sabina swore. "Christ, do none o' ya pay attention? Lemme guess: ya found out about 'er jus' in time for 'er ta vamoose, right? Shit. 'Ow could ya nae notice 'er? She's a perky boobed blonde, Tig! She might as well 'ave been wearin' a fuckin' sign sayin' 'ere I am, boyos'!"

"Look, Sabina, we'll find him, alright? No worries."

"Oh, aye… Feelin' real confident with Clay and Jax 'avin' their fuckin' pissin' match. Lucky the whole damn club has nae fell apart yet. I'm real sure they'll jus'… put their differences aside ta work together tryin' ta find Zobelle. 'Ell, they can't even agree on a way of 'andlin' the problem if they do find 'im."

"Yeah, well if Jax would just learn his place and quit pushing, we wouldn't be havin' these problems," Tig snapped.

"Maybe if Clay would stop makin' unauthorized decisions without the club, Jax would nae be pushin'."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Tig demanded angrily, as she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in clean clothes, and towel-drying her hair.

"Ya know what it means, Tigger. Tell me: did Clay 'ave the balls to do it 'imself, or were you the one pullin' the trigger?"

Tig was quiet for a few minutes, before scrubbing his hands over his face. "It was an accident," He mumbled. "Wasn't supposed to be Donna in the truck."

Sabina sighed as she sat down next to Tig. "I know. Not your fault, Tiggy."

Tig smiled sadly as he stood. "Yeah. It is," He said slowly, staring at Chibs. "I couldn't do it. I was supposed to… Was supposed to get him at the warehouse deal that day… But I couldn't do it. He stopped a Niner from puttin' a bullet in my head, and… he turned his back to me, makin' sure I was covered. And… I lined up the gun… Even had my hand on the trigger. But I uh… Couldn't do it."

Sabina shrugged as she started folding her dirty clothes, and putting them back in the bag. "Do nae know what ta tell ya, Tiggy. Suppose I'd be more worried if ya did nae 'ave a problem shootin' 'im. But ya know somethin' else, Tig? It does nae matter anymore. It's over. Can nae take it back. So let it go."

"Real easy for you to say, Sabina."

Sabina glanced up at him, and smiled. "Not as easy as ya might think, Alex. Thanks for the clothes. Keep me in the loop, aye?"

Tig nodded, heading towards the door. "Yeah. I'll call. Gemma will probably be stoppin' by later."

"Oh goody."