A/N- THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING THEY INSPIRE ME! ALSO I GOT THE WET T-SHIRT SCENE FROM GREEK, BUT APPARENTLY NCIS HAD ONE TOO!

After making sure that Lacey was safely passed out in her bed, with Kozik safely sleeping on the couch, Opie decided to make a stop at Juice's. Juice answered the door, looking thoroughly annoyed at the person on the other side. He left the door opened and walked into the living room, Opie trailing behind him, and flopped down on the couch. Opie sat in the recliner across from him and stared at him.

"What?" Juice asked him finally.

"Wanna tell me what that was all about?" Opie asked him calmly.

"I don't know man." Juice told him.

"You knew she was wearing your shirt." Opie reminded him.

"Listen man, I kinda had a shitty day, and I really don't feel like you grilling me about your sister..." Juice began, but Opie stopped him.

"I not here to grill you about that brother. I saw the way she looked at you in the clubhouse, and the way you looked at her." Opie said. "I think I made a mistake."

"I think I made the mistake." Juice said glumly. "You know, I really like your sister. She's a good girl, and I wouldn't have treated her like a piece of ass. She deserves better than that. Now, because I was much of a pussy to just talk to you like a man, I fucked it all up."

Opie sighed slowly, his mind going a mile a minute. "I get that now. I'm not going to stand in your way anymore, if you two want to be together, then be together."

"I don't think there is any together anymore. She was so pissed tonight man. Maybe… maybe you could talk to her?"

"Hey brother, I said I wouldn't stand in your way, not that I'd play matchmaker, you're on your own for that." Opie told him, standing to leave. "And I'm not telling Pop. That's on you too." Opie added with a smirk as he walked out the door.

Juice stood up, pacing around the room, trying to figure out what to do. He finally walked out of his apartment and over to Lacey's, sending Kozik home. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. Her face grimaced as she slept, and she started tossing and turning, trying to get away from the nightmare she was having.

Juice shook her awake gently, and she blinked at him, her eyes having trouble focusing. "Juice?" She said hoarsely.

"Yeah. You were having a nightmare." He explained.

"I'm drunk." She muttered unhappily, laying her head back down.

"I see that." He told her. "And I'm… sorry." He said.

She muttered what he thought was, 'talk about it tomorrow' and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to lay next to her. "Stay with me?" She asked him, snuggling her head into his chest.

Juice thought about it a minute. They had shit they needed to work out, a lot to talk about, but, could it really hurt to stay one night when it felt so right? He pulled his shirt and jeans off, and got comfortable, putting his arm around her and pulling her into his chest, and for the first time in weeks, he slept great.

SOASOASOA

The next morning Lacey woke up with a pounding headache. She looked next to her, but the bed was empty and she figured that she must have dreamt that he stayed the night with her. After her behavior, she wouldn't have blamed him for staying far away from her. Plus, she reminded herself, she was still pissed that she saw him with that girl at the clubhouse.

She debated trying to go back to sleep, but her bedroom door opened, and Juice came in with some aspirin and a glass of water for her. "Thought you might be hurting." He said as she took the medicine eagerly, drinking half the water.

"You thought right." She told him with a smile, before lying back down; doing her best to remind herself she was mad at him.

"Your brother and I talked last night." Juice told her, shoving his hands in his pockets. "He uh, he said he wasn't going to stand between us anymore."

Lacey's heart leapt at Juice's information, it was what she wanted from the first time Juice told her awful jokes. Then the image of the skank kissing him jumped into her mind and she frowned."There is no us." She reminded him viciously.

"Yeah, because I'm beneath you, right?" He spat back, remembering the sting of her words from last night.

"After I see you with some whore's tongue down your throat, the day after I almost slept with you, yeah I'd say that's an accurate assessment." She told him, sitting up and glaring.

"That was just… I mean we said we were just going to be friends, and your brother was watching me… I just needed…"

"To what? Now that Opie's not standing in our way, who is now? If my Dad gets suspicious are you gonna grab another sweet butt to prove yourself to him?"

"No! It's not going to be like that anymore. Shit, I just want to be with you Lacey! It's all I've wanted since you walked through Gemma's front door. I'm sorry about that girl, but it won't happen again." He promised her, pacing back and forth in front of her. Finally he flopped on the bed next to her and gave her his best pathetic look. "Give me another shot?" He asked her.

"Promise it will never happen again?" She asked him, leaning her head against his in reflex.

"I promise." He told her confidently, his heart leaping as she laid her throbbing head in his lap.

"Never?" She whispered, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him.

"Never." He told her softly. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers, both of them forgetting to breathe.

Lacey pulled away from him, looking up through heavy lids. "We should tell my Dad first." She reminded him.

"Yeah." He said sadly, wanting to stay in bed with her all day. "I'll tell him today."

"Yeah?" She asked him excitedly.

"Yeah, when I get to the clubhouse I'll ask him." He promised her.

"Do you want me to go with you?" She asked him.

Yes, he thought, but answered "No, I should do it myself. Plus if he doesn't take it well, I'd hate for you to watch your Dad whip my ass." He joked, though he was being completely honest.

"So does this mean I don't need a babysitter today?" She asked hopefully.

"Jax is on his way over here, sorry babe." Juice told her, kissing the top of her head, and getting up, walking into the living room.

"Jaaaaaaaax." She whined, following him. "He still calls me kid and gives me noogies. Why don't you just go to work with me?" She asked.

"I've got club shit to do, and I need to talk to your Dad remember?" He told her.

She stuck her bottom lip out and pouted, and Juice laughed. "That look won't work on me." He told her.

"What about this look?" She asked him, pulling off her shirt, tossing it behind her. She looked up at him seductively, running her hand down his chest.

"yeah… that one works on me." He said excitedly, before Jax barged in the door.

"Whoa!" Jax said, his eyes widening in surprise. "I'm just gonna… wait outside." He said through snickers, Lacey and Juice both still standing in shock.

"I'm gonna go get ready for work." She told him, her face flushed in embarrassment. Juice grabbed her, kissing her quickly, before leaving for the clubhouse.

Jax walked into Lacey's apartment and flopped himself down on the couch until Lacey finally emerged, looking somewhat human. "Hey kid," He said grinning. "Heard all about your peep show last night. Giving Juice an encore?"

Lacey groaned and stared at him. "Any chance you could just forget about that?"

"Nope."

SOASOASOA

Juice got to the clubhouse before Piney and decided to get on his computer and check the douche bag tracker and jumped up in surprise. Not only had he used his credit card, but he was in Lodi. "We gotta go!" Juice yelled as Piney and Opie walked in the clubhouse. "He's in Lodi, we gotta go now!"

The Sons flew down the highway, making it to the Lodi Roadway Inn in record time. They made their way into the reception area prepared to bribe or kill anyone that stood between them and the douche bag, but stopped dead in their tracks when the teenage boy working the desk looked up at them asking, "Are one of you Piney Winston?"

The Sons looked at each other before Piney stepped forward. "I am."

"This was left for you by a guest that checked out a few hours ago, he said you'd be by." The boy told him, handing him a brown box with Father of the Bride scrawled on the top.

"So the guy that left this, real creepy fucker, about yay tall…" Tig asked the boy while Piney stared at the box, crushing the ends he was holding it so tightly. "He's gone?"

"Yeah, he checked out like three hours ago, looked like he was in a hurry." The clerk told him. "So listen, if I wanted to join the Sons of Anarchy…"

"Get a bike and a record… and some pubes." Tig said, following the Sons out the door.

Piney finally ripped the package open, not able to think about what was in it any longer. Inside was a note, a picture of Lacey and the douche bag on what was supposed to be their wedding day, a terrified smile plastered on Lacey's face, and on the bottom of the package was the wedding dress she'd unceremoniously thrown in the dumpster outside of the SAMTAC clubhouse.

Piney ripped the note open, his blood pressure rising as he read it.

'Nothing will stand between my lovely bride and I'

"This is turning into some creepy Criminal Minds shit." Tig mused while Opie ripped apart everything in the box, throwing the pieces in the trash can.

"He's fucking with us." Juice said angrily, kicking over a sign in front of the door.

SOASOASOA

Lacey finished the house she was staging early, wondering if Juice had talked to her Dad yet. She stopped by the office to drop off the keys and talk to her boss, Jax choosing to stay outside on his bike and smoke a cigarette. After chatting with Karen for a few minutes, Lacey started to leave when the receptionist stopped her. "Some guy dropped this off for you." She told her, handing her a small box. Lacey glanced outside to see Jax still enjoying his cigarette and opened the box.

Inside was a gold wedding band. The same wedding band Scott had shown her when he'd told her it was time for them to get married. She began shaking as she read the folded piece of paper in the box.

'For when we are together again'

Lacey felt her chest constricting and she willed herself to not break down in front of her coworkers. She shoved the box into her purse, walking out to her car to follow Jax to her apartment.

The entire drive to the clubhouse, Lacey debated on if she should show the Sons the package. She didn't want them to worry about her, and having a patch shadow her every where she went was bad enough, she didn't want to be locked away in the clubhouse or at Opie's while they went on a manhunt, that would be as bad as being back at Scott's.

Once they got back to her apartment Jax told her the guys were in Lodi, tracking Scott and she made her decision, if they got him, there would be no need for them to know about the ring, and if, god forbid, they didn't she didn't want to worry them even more. Either way, she wasn't going to tell them, and she shoved the box into a drawer, where it could be out of sight, out of mind, planning on tossing it in a dumpster or burning it as soon as she got a second alone.

SOASOASOA

After getting back to the clubhouse, Clay sat down with the rest of the Sons. "We can't just keep running around the state looking for this fucker, he's always one step ahead of us. We'll keep a patch on Lacey and we wait for this douche bag to slip up." Clay told them, everyone nodding in agreement. "Until then, we gotta keep our run schedule going, starting with the run to Nevada tomorrow. Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Happy and I. That'll leave Piney, Koz and the prospects with her till we get back." Clay told them all.

"I'll stay with her tonight." Juice offered, glancing over at Piney.

"Nah, it's alright, I'll just stay with her, at least until after the run, I don't have much else to do." Piney said.

"Well I could stay with her tonight. I know you're probably exhausted. I mean, I already live there... in my own apartment obviously, but same building... you know.

"Since when are you worried about my sleep?" Piney asked him, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Juice took a deep breath, looking at Opie for backup but only getting snickers and rolled eyes. "I uh… I wanted to talk to you about… my intentions."

"Your intentions?" Piney asked him. "I hope you're talking about with my son?"

"No uh, sir… with your daughter." Juice finally stammered out.

Piney looked over at Opie, who was laughing his ass off with Clay and Chibs, watching Juice. "And what intentions do you have?" He asked Juice, crossing his arms giving Juice a deathly stare.

"Um… well, uh… shit." Juice said, thinking of the best way to word it. "I like her. And uh, she likes me, and Opie said it was OK if we were you know together."

"Oh Opie did, did he?" Piney said, shooting his son a look.

"Both of them are fucking snitches." Opie muttered to Clay and Chibs, glaring at Juice.

"Do you make her happy?" Piney asked Juice.

"Yes sir."

"Can you protect her?"

"Yes sir."

"With your life?"

"Yes sir." Juice told him confidently.

"Well as long as that stays true, I guess I'll deal with your… intentions." Piney finally growled. "But if any of that shit changes," Piney said, pulling his pistol out of his cut and sitting it on the table, the barrel pointed towards Juice. "We know how to hide bodies around here, and I doubt you will be missed."

"Understood." Juice said happily. "So… I'm just gonna go… umm… tell Lacey you're cool with us."

"I am not cool with anything, I am dealing with it." Piney corrected him.

"Right." Juice said with a grin before running out of the clubhouse.

"I need a lot more tequila." Piney grumbled, finishing off his bottle.

A/N- PLEASE REVIEW AND INSPIRE ME TO GET THE NEXT CHAPTER FINISHED UP, IT'S GOING TO BE A DRAMA FILLED ONE!