A/N: Sorry for the long delay, work, work & more work. And I still have to do my holiday shopping. Thanks to all the new alerts, favorites, and views and as always please read & review.

It's now been 5 days since Juice has seen Natalie. She never answered her phone directly, just sent another text on the night he returned to Charming saying she was taking care of something and would talk to him later.

The next day, Juice sent a quick text

*Up for a GTA style ass-whipping J ?*

An hour later Nat's reply text just said * not 2day-catch up with you a little later*

What the fuck? I thought we were cool….Juice puts his head down on the club bar and bangs it repeatedly.

'What's wrong, retard?'

'Nothing, Tig. I don't want to talk about it.'

' I know you're not moping over no gash. No matter how good your lil half-breed looks. Man the fuck up.' After sharing this pearl of wisdom Tig heads towards the garage to start his shift.

Lunch time….

'Hey, Juicy'

'Yeah, Gemma?'

'Get everyone's order together so I can get lunch.'

'Okay.'

'Here ya go Gem.'

'Okay, what's going on? 'Gem lays down the glasses; she's been wearing in an attempt to make the backed logged invoices make sense, on the desk. 'You've been moping around here all day, like someone shot your damn dog. So what gives?'

'Nothing, 'Juice mumbles with his head down.

'So nothing, huh? Does nothing happen to wear a skirt?'

'You remember that girl from a few weeks ago? The one I picked up on the way back from a tow?'

'Who Ms. Altima?' Gemma remembers the way Juice looked at the attractive lady that day.

'Yeah, well I've been hanging out with her a bit and the last few days since I got back from Tacoma, I just haven't seen her.'

'So, what Juice, she just a lay or what?'

'I don't know, I like hanging with her, it's easy but she hasn't exactly invited me over since I came back. She just keeps texting me about catching up later. '

'Well, what do you know about her?'

'Uh, not much she just came over from the East Coast, drifting around a bit; she was supposed to go to LA.'

Gemma moves from behind the desk, and holds Juice's head in her hands. 'Juice, what do you mean not much? You're the damn Intel officer. You've been around her almost a month and didn't do a background check?!'

'Uh, no I mean I wanted to get to know her, you know.' Oh shit…Clay is going to kill me. 'Uh please don't tell Clay.'

'Take care of it today, Juice. You know better than this. I know it's been quiet since Donna's death but you know we got to stay on our toes. '

After lunch Juice heads over to his makeshift 'office' and waits to see what or if anything will pop up on Natalie.