They made it home a little after midnight, and the two were laughing so hard at a story from his homeland, the neighbors may have thought they were drunk, but the two were as sober as they get. Flopping down on the couch, Chibs knew he should give her the little present he had made for her while she fell asleep that day in the park.

"Uh, I don't want to upset you, and I know it's a strong memory for you, but I made you something, sort of." Chibs choked out. "If it makes you mad, I'm sorry." he handed her the small box wrapped in a blue paper with a small ribbon. Lifting the top off, she could only stare. It was the three of them, Cam, Riley and Ryan. The frame was a silver one, Celtic knots engraved in the border of the frame. Gently she set the photo on the table in front of them, she flung her arms around his neck.

"I love it, thank you." She smiled at him, then without thinking, she caught his lips in a sweet kiss. As quickly as the kiss started it ended but he still had a smile on his face. "I have to say, Scottish, you've really made my day." She smiled to cover the awkward moment.

"Aye, back at you Irish." Leaning over, he kissed her again. Softly and gently he put his hands on either side of her face and held her there, just for a moment. "I could get used to that." They both laughed. After sitting there another minute Chibs got up and flipped the television on. 'CSI: NY' was on. "You mind watching this with me?"

"I used to love watching this show." Riley grinned. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Aye, but you're the guest. I'll get ya something. What'll ya take?" He laughed. He had never been offered a drink in his own home. But there was this Irish fairy girl here and he had decided after only knowing her less than a week, he wasn't letting her leave.

"Whatever's fine." She smiled. As he was in the kitchen, there was knock at the door. "I'll answer it for you." she hollered to him with a sure thing called back.

Just as she opened the door, she met a very angry Clay. "Oh, now you answer his door?" He snarled.

"Good evening Clay, come in. He's in the kitchen." She called after his back as he stormed in the house.

"Where the hell were you today, damnit!?" He started. "You were supposed to be there at eleven this morning. But no, Jax tells me you're off helping little miss fed here."

"Aye, I was helping her, and 'Little Miss Fed' is not even a real fed. She's only under contract for a little while longer. Not to mention, I have personal days at the garage, as well as sick ones, if it's that big of a deal, I'll use one of those. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't run my guests over at the door." Chibs growled back. "I'll not have her treated with disrespect, no matter what you believe her to be."

"It's not that, what if something came up? What if you were needed at the garage or in the club house?" Clay demanded. "What if-"

"That's a lot of 'what if's' for someone who doesn't like them. And to answer all of those 'what if' questions, I had my cell on me. You could have called and asked me. I would have answered." Chibs cut him off. "I have never once left the club hanging out to dry and I won't start now. No matter who's in my life outside of the club. So, if that is all, Riley and I were about to settle in and watch 'CSI: NY'. Have a good night Clay." He said leaving Clay in the kitchen.

When Chibs sat down next to Riley on the couch, she was staring at him in shock. Not even the slamming door shook them. "Chibs, I don't want to come between you and your club. That's not what I'm here to do." She said. "I would like help to find Ryan, but I'm not going to have you keep getting in trouble over me."

"Love, Clay has always had me right there, I've never once found a lady friend that I just want to spend time with for anything more than a roll in the sack with. I'm always at the garage or in the club house, I'm never really here, now that I am at my house, they're not quite sure how to react." Chibs explained softly. He held her hands and could see the suspicion in her eyes. "I wanted to help you today. I wanted to be there to help you. There was no where else I wanted to be." He smiled.

Scooting a little bit closer, she tucked her legs up under her. "Okay, but from now on, if you want to help me, It's outside of your work time. I don't want to take you away from them. And I loved that you were there for me today. I don't think I could have done it without you." She laughed and let him pull her closer so they could snuggle up for the episode.

"Here's a Guinness for you, love." He offered. "You're Irish after all." He joked giving a mock shudder.

"Watch it Scottish." The two were laughing and enjoying each others company until they fell asleep on the couch holding on to each other.

I wanted to have a bit of fun with this chapter. I hope you like it!
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