Jax Teller found the FBI profiler hiding in the bathroom five minutes after ending his conversation with Tara and that guy with a weird accent.

"I deal with serial killers, not motorcycle enthusiasts who may or may not be involved with gun running," Will explained to the Redwood Vice President who looked better suited as a blonde male model. "I personally do not care what you do so long as one of you is not a cannibalistic murderer."

Jax mused for a moment. "Well, Tig does have a tendency to bite during a fight but I've never seen him swallow." He looked over his shoulder, and then grabbed the profiler. Fortunately, he was able to sneak the guy out of the clubhouse and into Dr. Lecter's waiting rental car. The guy with really high cheekbones and slicked back ash blonde hair thanked Jax before pulling away.

"I am curious as to the condition you found yourself in when you finally woke up, Will." Hannibal stated after five minutes of silence. Will's response consisted of a loud groan.

June Stahl would have thanked God if she believed in God for her good fortune.

Most people in the federal agencies had heard of Will Graham and his special talents. Like many others in law enforcement, she initially wrote him off as a lunatic at best and at worst a fraud. When she saw him in person while sitting in on a lecture, she found him to be a twitchy guy who wouldn't make eye contact and was covered in dog hair. Eventually, he proved to be the real deal when he kept nabbing serial killers across the country. She had pondered how he could do it without being a serial killer who was framing other crazy people. She learned that the reason for his success was the fact he could get inside the minds of those he hunted. June was not a dummy by most standards, despite the drunken ravings of her long-dead alcoholic father. The ATF agent already knew she would have to be underhanded to take down SAMCRO, but she conceded that she needed some extras for this problem.

As she stared through the glass partition at Jack Crawford and his team, she wondered if Will could work the same magic on her SAMCRO problem. It would be nice to know if one of them had plans on smashing her face into a hard surface before it happened. Her nose throbbed at the memory. Maybe this Will Graham had a thing for any woman who would willingly go near him?