Juice groaned when he was roused from his very inappropriate dream about Lacey by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. He checked his prepay and cell phone and neither were ringing. He quickly realized it was the douche bag hotline and jumped out of bed, opening the phone as he started up his laptop. "Dr. Dana Harwell's office, Carlos speaking." He said, after quickly racking his brain trying to remember Tara's cover story.
"This is Dr. Scott Callahan, Dr. Harwell left a message with my office for a consult."
"Oh, of course, Dr. Callahan, if you could hold for just a moment while I try to find Dr. Harwell." Juice said quickly, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to find a location on the phone number. "I'm sorry she's not available right now, can I get a number she can reach you at?" Juice asked, hoping that the douche bag would hang on just a couple seconds longer.
"What hospital did Dr. Harwell say she was with?" Scott asked on the other line.
Crap. Juice couldn't for the life of him remember what the hospital's name was Tara gave the office. He grinned as an Oakdale address popped up on his computer screen. "Methodist." Juice guessed.
There was a brief pause on the other line, before Scott began laughing. "Nice try biker boy." He hissed, before hanging up the phone. Juice flew around his room, getting dressed in record time, before calling Opie and relaying the address, telling him to get the Sons and meet him there.
SOASOASOA
Lacey stared off into space as she thought about the night she'd had with Juice. It had been perfect, the way he told her she was beautiful, the way he kissed her… until Opie walked in and almost caught them. She knew he had been right that they needed to cool off, but damn if she couldn't help wanting to lock him in her apartment so he couldn't walk out the door.
She snapped herself out of her daydream when she saw Kozik walk through the door of the house she was working on. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"Douche bag sighting." He told her as he swaggered in, giving the room a once over.
"Really?" She said, feeling her pulse quickening and her heart racing. "What if it's a trick… what if he's coming here while they're gone?" She asked him, pacing around the room frantically.
"Hey… Hey…" Kozik said, trying to catch her as she paced. "HEY!" He finally yelled, grabbing her arm. "Nothing's gonna happen to you… you've got me!" He told her, opening his arms up as if presenting himself as a game show host.
Lacey rolled her eyes at him and flopped down on the couch. "I feel so secure." She muttered and Kozik gave her a pout. "Sorry, nothing personal." She told him as he flopped down next to her. "I just… I need to keep working and distract myself. Want to help?" She asked him, standing up and grabbing paint samples.
"No." Kozik said grumpily, his arms crossed as he sat back on the couch.
She rolled her eyes at him and painted two colors on the wall. "Which one?" She asked him.
"They both look beige." He told her.
"You're such a help." She told him, throwing him a roller. "Get up and help me." She told him.
The two of them painted the walls, Lacey checking out the window every few minutes nervously. Kozik's phone rang and he stepped away from Lacey to answer it. She watched him as his face marred with anger and did her best to get close enough to listen. Kozik kept turning away from her, talking so quietly she couldn't hear the conversation. He finally hung up and went back to painting and Lacey stared at him. "What did they say?" She asked him quietly.
SOASOASOA
Juice pulled up to the Fairmont Hotel and jumped off his bike stalking to the front desk. "I'm looking for Scott Callahan." He told the clerk.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't give out guest's information." The petite girl behind the desk said.
"You better make an exception." Juice said menacingly, leaning over the desk till his face was inches from hers and dropping a wad of cash on the counter for her.
"OK, OK, just give me a minute." She stuttered, typing into her computer. "Room 215." She told him finally, scooping up the bills.
"Thanks." He said, finding the stairs and running up them, arriving in front of room 215. He pulled out his gun and kicked the door open, sweeping the room quickly. Aside from a note on the nightstand, the room was completely clear. Juice grabbed the note, reading it:
True Love Will Always Find A Way
Juice sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, putting his head in his hands, he wanted to be the one to find the fucker and end him. Now, he had a dead end, again.
SOASOASOA
"They didn't find him. He cleared out before they got there." Kozik said gently, watching her carefully. She bit her lower lip, the tears threatening to spill. Kozik hugged her and her tears betrayed her as the fell from her eyes, landing on his cut.
"I'm so tired of looking over my shoulder all the time, and being afraid, and I'm just so tired of being tired." She rambled wandering around the room, wringing her hands.
"We'll get him." Kozik promised her trying his best to catch up to her. "Just stop for a minute!" He finally said, giving up his chase. "Geez, it's like you're a damn squirrel or something." He told her. "We'll get him, OK, and you don't need to look over your shoulder! You're family! Nothing is going to happen to you, you have 9 guys… 11 if you count the prospects, who would take a bullet for you, and that's just in this town! If you count all the other chapters, you have 1,000's of people watching out for you!" Kozik told her. "So just… stop crying, it makes me really uncomfortable."
Lacey blinked at him, surprised at his rant. "Thanks, Koz." She said quietly as the front door opened and one of her coworkers came in.
"Wow, it looks good in here!" Kristin, one of Karen's assistant's, said. "Are you OK?" She asked Lacey, who's eyes were still red, and face blotchy.
"She's fine, just dealing with some… problems." Kozik answered for her.
Kristin looked over Kozik's cut putting on a flirtatious smile for him. "Boy problems?" She asked gently.
"Something like that." Kozik said.
"With you?" Kristin asked him.
"NO!" Lacey and Kozik both said simultaneously. "No way," Lacey babbled while Kozik spoke over her. "She's like a sister."
"Ooook." Kristin said. "Well, some of us are going to The Hairy Dog after work, you should come with us." She looked at Kozik pointedly, "both of you."
"Maybe." Lacey said.
"We'll be there." Kozik answered at the same time.
"Awesome, well Karen just wanted me to drop off some notes for you about the house, and let you know that the cabinet installers will be here tomorrow." Kristin said. "See you guys tonight!"
SOASOASOA
Opie, Jax, Tig, and Chibs showed up to the Fairmont just after Juice, finding him still sitting on the bed, looking pissed. "We missed him?" Tig asked, his sadistic smile fading.
"Yeah." Juice grunted, tossing the note left in the room to Opie.
Opie read it, his eyes darkening and he punched the wall, swearing loudly. Jax paced the room coming up with an idea. "If we get his credit card number can't you track it, see if he uses it again?" Jax asked Juice.
"If he used a credit card." Juice said glumly.
"A swanky place like this, they took a credit card for a deposit." Opie assured him.
"I'll go grease the counter girl to get it, then we'll head back." Jax said, hugging Opie. "We'll get him." He promised his brother.
The Sons rode back to Charming, making a beeline for the bar when they got back. Juice did his best to drown his disappointment in beer and rum, but couldn't seem to do it fast enough. He heard Opie relaying the news of their failure to Kozik, and he wanted desperately to go be with Lacey when she found out, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be OK. Unfortunately, due to the stupid friends rule, he was going to stay here and act like it wasn't a big deal that he let her down.
After Opie got off the phone, he took the stool next to Juice's getting a beer and eyeing Juice careful. "So where were you last night, before the clubhouse?"
"I took the long way back, trying to avoid most people." He lied.
"Really cause Hale said he saw you get into a blue car." Opie said suspiciously.
"Oh yeah! That was a friend of mine, gave me a ride to the apartment." Juice corrected.
"Uhhuh, a friend, or my sister?" Opie asked, staring at Juice as he waited for an answer.
"Just a friend. Listen man, I heard your warnings loud and clear, as far as Lacey is concerned, there's nothing going on there. She's like a little sister." Juice said, fairly convincingly. He even managed to convince himself just a little bit.
"Cool brother. Well, cheer up, I'll send some comfort your way." Opie told him, clapping him on the back.
"You don't have to do that." Juice said, mentally slapping himself as soon as the words left his mouth.
"You're turning down pussy?" Opie said suspiciously.
"Nah man, I just meant I can get my own pussy." Juice covered, waving over a croweater. "Get me another beer." He purred at her, slapping her ass. He got up and walked the girl over to an empty booth; smiling at her while she kissed his neck. She moved herself onto his lap, grinding against his crotch. Opie watched the two of them, looking satisfied. The clubhouse door opened, and Lacey walked in, Kozik trailing behind her.
"Hey sis!" Opie said, waving at her. Lacey froze when she saw Juice, her heart dropping to her knees as she watched the sweet butt kissing on Juice, rubbing her hands in all kinds of inappropriate places. Juice froze when he saw Lacey, resisting the urge to dump the whore off his lap. He saw Opie watching the two of them, his eyebrows knitted in thought as he saw Lacey's face. Juice looked at Lacey one more time, before turning his attention to his croweater.
"Hey, Op." She finally managed to choke out. "I'm going out with some friends from work. Kozik is going with me."
"Ok." He said, feeling very guilty about the exchange he just saw, but hoping it was worth it in the long run.
"I just… didn't want you to worry." She said, glancing over at Juice again, before walking out the door, Kozik waving at the club on his way out.
SOASOASOA
Lacey sat at the table with her work friends, and Kozik, well on her way to shit faced as she tried to drown the terrible day in sweet shots and beers. "Shouldn't you slow down a little, princess?" Kozik asked Lacey, after he lost count of her drinks.
"You can't tell me what to do." She told him, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Real mature." He told her, turning his attention to Lacey's friend Kristin, while an overhead announcement declared that the wet t-shirt contest would be starting soon.
"You should do it Lace! Get rowdy to get over that douche." Kristin said, still under the impression that Lacey was getting over a breakup.
"I do have a white shirt in my car." Lacey said with a wicked grin, tossing back another shot.
"Oh no princess, that's not a good idea." Kozik told her.
"Shut up Koz, I'm doing it." She told him, getting up from the table.
"I'm going on record: this is a bad idea!" Kozik insisted, but got distracted when Kristin started blowing in his ear.
A few minutes after she disappeared, Kozik's eyes widened as Juice, Opie, Tig and Bobby walked into the bar. "Shit." Kozik muttered, looking around for Lacey. If Opie saw her wasted and in a wet t-shirt he would lose his shit. Koz tried to get to the stage undetected, but Tig spotted him.
"Hey asshole!" Tig yelled, waving at him.
"Is Lacey here?" Opie asked him.
"Yeah, I think… I think she's in the bathroom."Kozik said nervously, jumping when the loudspeaker announced the beginning of the wet t-shirt contest.
"Yeaaaaaaaaah!" Tig yelled, "Bring on the titties!"
"Oh… no." Kozik muttered as the girls started walking onstage, Lacey at the end of the line.
"Lacey?" Opie and Juice asked, glaring at Kozik and pushing their way to the front of the stage, the rest of the Sons behind them.
"Lacey, what are you doing?" Juice asked her, noticing that she was wearing his Sons of Anarchy shirt tied up, the one he gave her after she sliced her neck open and had bled all over her shirt.
"I'm getting rowdy!" She yelled happily, pulling her bra out from under her shirt, and tossing it on Juice's head.
"Lacey, get down from there!" Juice told her, trying to grab her hand.
"It's none of your business what I do Juice. Right Opie?" She asked her brother maliciously, who was still standing, stunned.
"It's my business when you're wearing my shirt!" Juice yelled at her. Opie pulled his gaze from his sister to Juice, still shocked.
"Well, I'll just take it off then!" She said, grabbing the hem of the tied up shirt.
"NO!" The Sons all yelled, while one drunk behind them yelled, "yeah, let's see your titties!" Opie turned around, knocking the drunk out cold, before looking at the crowd. "Anyone else wanna see her chest?" He asked menacingly, before focusing back on Lacey and Juice.
"Lacey, stop! This shit is beneath you!" Juice told her.
Lacey leaned down looking at Juice eye to eye. "You know what's beneath me? You're beneath me, Juice." She hissed, and Juice stepped back as if she slapped him.
"Alright that's enough of this shit." Opie declared, grabbing her arms and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Opie! Put me down, Opie!" She protested drunkenly.
"Shut. Up." He growled.
A/N- BONUS POINTS IF ANYONE CAN TELL ME WHAT SHOW THE WET T-SHIRT SCENE IS FROM. AS ALWAYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
