Tig had been working on a customer's car for an hour whilst waiting for Clay to finally arrive at the garage. 20 minutes later he saw Clay pull into TM and head straight into the clubhouse. Tig chucked his tools back into his toolbox and followed Clay inside to where he as currently talking to Jax at the bar.

'Hey Clay you got a minute?'

'This better not be about that mystery pussy again!' Clay sighed

'Do you need me here for the shipment of guns?'

'Seriously?'

'Juice found an address for the girl and I need to go Clay, I need to know the truth.'

Clay wanted to put his foot down and say no and he knew that Tig would stay if he told him to. He wanted Tig to stay of course as he trusted him more than any of his other brothers but knew that if he asked Tig to stay the he would be too distracted to be fully focused on anything else, putting himself and the rest of the club in danger.

'Just go then. Hap's up from Tacoma take him with you'

'Don't you think someone a little less intimidating should go? We don't want to scare this girl if she is innocent in all of this.' Jax questioned, much to Clay's annoyance

'What? You want to go on this little field trip now as well do you? Don't you already have an old lady and a kid taking up all your time?' Clay was still bitter towards Jax, not liking how he seemed to now be challenging every decision he was making in regards to the club.

'No, I was thinking Juice could go. It makes sense, if he needs to find out more information whilst there, he can. He wasn't going to be dealing with the shipment of guns this time anyway so we don't need him here for that'

'Fine! Tig, you and Juice go and find this girl, figure out who the fuck she is so we can decide what to do with her and you best hope no trouble comes our way because of this. Oh and try not to be gone more than a few days, we do actually need you here.'

'Thanks Clay' Tig nodded and headed to his dorm to pack his bag.

'Just don't me regret it.'

5 hours later, Tig and Juice were riding down the highway, they still had quite a few hours to go until they reached Seattle and even though Tig wanted to get there and get answers as soon as possible, he knew that they needed to stop off at a motel for the night before they caused an accident from being too tired whilst riding.

The next morning Tig was in a foul mood as he had overslept causing them to be late getting on the road. Then after they had stopped for breakfast, Juice's bike spluttered to a stop as he had forgotten to fill up at the last gas station after being distracted by the hot girl behind the counter. It was nearing midnight when they finally reached the small town in Seattle where Victoria lived so due to the late hour, they headed straight to the diner where she worked, hoping she would be there.

The diner was empty apart from a couple of college students and one waitress; Victoria. Tig and Juice took the booth in the far corner so that they had a clear view of the whole diner and could keep an eye out for any trouble. Even though Tig felt like he had been told the truth about Victoria being his daughter, part of him still felt like it could be a trap set by The Snakes.

'I'll be with you guys in a minute' Victoria smiled as she took the cheque to the only other occupied table.

'Thanks a lot Vicky' one of them smiled as he placed the cash on the table. 'And thanks for the advice as well, if ever I can repay the favour let me know'

'Somehow I don't see me needing to take dating advice from the guy who thought it would be a good idea to take a girl to a funeral as a first date' she laughed 'See you later boys' she waved and pocketed the money to put into the till later.

'So what can I get you guys?' she asked as she approached the sons table.

'1 regular coffee and 1 decaf please' Juice answered 'Oh and a slice of cherry pie too'

'Coming right up'

As she walked away Juice turned to Tig expectantly 'Well?' he pried 'You get any kind of feeling about her?'

'Shut up idiot!'

About half an hour had passed since they had arrived at the diner. Tig had watched Victoria the whole time and had tuned out most of Juice's ramblings. Tig felt like he had waited long enough and that he needed to find out the truth now but didn't want to do so in front of audience. As Tig turned to Juice to tell him to go back to the motel he heard the bell above the door chime signaling that someone had entered the diner. Before he got chance to look who it was he heard the anger emanating from Victoria's voice as she addressed whoever the stranger was;

'Get Out! You know you're not welcome in here!'

'Now, now is that anyway to treat a paying customer?'

'You're not a customer. Just leave! Don't you have another one of my friends to sleep with?'

'What did you expect me to do Vic? You'll never let anyone close to you, you're too fucked up in the head to be in a normal relationship'

'Just get out Pete'

'Or what?'

'Or we'll make you get out' Tig growled as he stepped towards Pete

'Oh, so now you're a biker whore who can't fight her own battles?!'

Tig went to punch Pete but before he knew what was happening, Pete was lying on the ground clutching his now bleeding nose whilst Victoria cradled her wrist.

'Juice, why don't you take the trash out and make sure he actually leaves'

'My pleasure' Juice smiled as he dragged Pete outside leaving Tig and Victoria alone.

Tig watched as Victoria awkwardly wrapped some ice cubes in a tea towel and held it to her hand wincing at how cold it felt against her skin.

'Let me help' Tig said taking the ice in one hand and her injured hand in his other so that he could check for any damage she might have caused 'It doesn't feel like it's broken but it'll feel sore for the next few days. Keeping it iced will help with the swelling though' he explained as he placed the ice back on her now slightly swollen hand.

'Why are you here?' she questioned

'Just stopped in for a coffee and then had to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself'

'I know who you are.' She told him, looking him straight in the eyes for the first time.