One month had passed since Kip had been patched in. Things had been quiet for the most part; the warehouse explosion had been ruled accidental by the fire marshal, citing 'improper storage of chemicals and poor infrastructure." Sam Crow was pleased, but on edge that the Mayans would still track it back to them. Grace had opened her studio up and was doing really well. She had given Cherry a job as an assistant, and Donna helped out with administrative work, insisting to help with something after Grace gave her daughter free lessons. Tara and Grace were closer, meeting up often for dinner or drinks. Jax and Grace had hooked up a few more times, and Jax was starting to think maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to be tied down, but was still enjoying the no strings attached sex.

FIRST POSTION DANCE STUDIO.

Grace and Cherry were sitting in the reception area going over lessons for the classes later that day, when the door opened. A weasly looking man wearing a grey suit and aviators walked in the door. "Excuse me I'm looking for a 'Cherry Dartmore' and a 'Grace Varaty'."

"You found us, can I help you?" Grace asked, standing.

"Agent Kohn, ATF. I had some questions regarding the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club, and your dealings with them." He said, handing them business cards.

"Our dealings include sucking dick and opening beers." Grace said bluntly. "and I don't even open beers."

"What is this about?" Cherry asked, trying to not let her nervousness show through.

"Well I just find it curious, Ms. Varaty moves to a town she has no ties to, with a background in explosive ordinance, and a couple weeks later, a warehouse explodes. A warehouse the ATF was interested in as a possible spot for illegal gun running."

Grace set her mouth in a straight line. "I think we've told you all you need to know, if you'll excuse me, we have a class to teach soon."

"Of course Ms. Varaty, and if you would be so kind, can you tell me where I could find a Dr. Tara Knowles?"

"What does Tara have to do with anything?" Cherry asked him.

"I have intelligence that she and a Jackson Teller, of the Sons of Anarchy were high school sweethearts, and are now rekindling that romance." Agent Kohn said. Grace flinched just slightly, not knowing anything about Jax trying to get back with Tara.

"Well she's a doctor, so where do you think you'd find her?" Grace said snidely. Agent Kohn nodded and smiled as he left the studio.

Grace grabbed her keys, and jacket, Cherry close behind her. "Where are we going?" Cherry asked her.

"To figure this shit out."

SONS OF ANARCHY MOTORCYCLE CLUB

The SoA was sitting around the redwood table, discussing their gun run to Nevada, when the door flew open.

Grace stood in the doorway with Cherry peeking from behind her. Grace spoke with venom dripping from her words. "Someone wanna tell me why I had a FUCKING ATF AGENT at my studio asking me about my background in explosive ordinance?"

"Ah…shit." Clay said. "Come in here, shut the door."

Grace slammed the door and stood against the wall arms crossed. "You swore this wouldn't blow back on me, Clay."

"Calm down, tell me exactly what they asked." Clay said calmly.

Grace and Cherry recounted the entire story, Jax swore to himself when she got to the part about him and Tara. They weren't getting back together, but he could tell Grace was too heated to give a damn about what he said.

"Alright, so right now, it sounds like he's got nothing." Tig said. "We just have to be careful, especially when we go to Nevada."

"We're moving that run up. Tomorrow, Jax and Bobby will ride up there, and talk to Jury about finding a space for us. Then we take the guns up and store them there until this shit storm blows over, and we can get them to the Niners." Clay ordered. "I'll talk to Unser about getting a truck." With that said, he banged the gavel. Grace got up to leave, still pissed, and Clay stopped her. "I made a promise and I intend on keeping it."

Grace nodded with a small fake smile, and walked out, stopping to talk to Half-Sack and Cherry.

Jax walked over to the group, putting his hand on Grace's shoulder to get her attention.

"Come with us tomorrow." Jax said to her.

"I can't go to Nevada, I've got work." She responded.

"Hey, what he said about Tara and I isn't true." He called to her as she walked to her car.

"What goes on between you and Tara isn't my business." She responded, driving away.

1 WEEK LATER

ST. THOMAS HOSPITAL

Tara was clearly spooked when Jackson got to the hospital. "Hey I just got your message. What's up?" Jax asked, giving her a quick hug.

"Jax, the ATF agent here investigating you guys, he's not here for you, he's here for me." Tara said, voice trembling.

"What?" Jax asked, confused.

"He's my ex from Chicago, things got weird, he got really possessive and violent, and I took out a restraining order. But he's back Jax, he's back here and he's been watching me. Hale said my restraining order is still valid here, but he doesn't know who it's taken out on." Tara rambled, starting to cry into Jax's shirt. She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "Can you please give me a ride home?"

Jax nodded, and escorted her out and to his bike. On the way to Tara's house, they passed Grace's dance studio, where Grace saw Tara on the back of Jax's bike and felt a twinge of jealousy.

When they got to her house, Tara looked around, and stopped, staring at a 4 door sedan down the street.

"Is that him?" Jackson asked. Tara nodded, a look of fear in his eyes. "Go inside."

Jax stormed over to the car, and kicked in a headlight. Agent Kohn opened the car door. "Mr. Teller, destruction of federal property is a… " was all he got out as Jackson grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the car.

"I'm about to destroy a federal agent." Jax growled in his face. "Leave Tara alone." Kohn didn't say anything to deny Jackson's allegations, choosing to just stare him down. "The next time I see you around her, I'm kicking your face in, instead of your headlight." Kohn nodded but didn't drop his steely gaze, and slid back into his car, driving away.

CHARMING POLICE STATION

Jackson finished explaining the situation with Tara and Kohn to Deputy Chief Hale, who swore to himself. "She did ask me about the restraining order, I had no idea it was Kohn."

"You better fix this Hale, before I do." Jax told him seriously. Hale nodded and picked his phone up as Jax waited, calling Kohn's home base. After a short phone call Hale hung up, looking at Jackson.

"Kohn's superiors think that he is on vacation in Arizona. He is to report back to Chicago by tomorrow afternoon. I'll go deliver the good news to Kohn." Hale told Jackson with a small grin.

TARA KNOWLES' HOUSE

Tara stepped out of her car with her cell phone to her ear. "Yeah, Hale said he watched him walk to the gate for his flight back to Chicago. I'm just so relieved it's over, do you want to go get dinner after your classed are done… yeah just come over to my place…. See you soon, bye Grace."

Tara walked in the door, and paused, as something felt off in the house. She shook off the feeling and walked into the bedroom. She saw her Ipod sitting on the bed, but then realized her Ipod was still in her purse, she narrowed her eyesand turned around, as Kohn grabbed her and wrapped his hand around her mouth.