In her little house, Tara Knowles sat down in shock.

"What do you mean, I can't have my daughter back?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

"It looks as though the foster mother she was placed with adopted her," said the ATF agent in front of her.

"They can't keep her from me, I'm her mother damnit!"

"Ms. Knowles, you signed away your maternal rights."

"No! I didn't! I just put her into foster care until this crap could be sorted out!"

Agent Donovan shook his head, "No," he said, showing her the paperwork, "You signed away all your rights to claim the child as your daughter."

Tears welled in Tara's eyes, "But I love my little girl. I want her back," she sobbed.

Donovan shook his head, knowing he needed to call Jesse and let her know what was going on.

"I'm sorry Ms. Knowles, it's not possible. Unless you were to find the child's birth father," he said, knowing exactly who the father was.

Tara's head snapped up, could it really be that simple? Just tell Jax he has a daughter and she would get her baby back? Slowly, Tara nodded her head.

"I can find him. He'll be mad at me for not telling him about her sooner, but he'll want her. And then we can be a family," she said somewhat dreamily.

Donovan tried not to roll his eyes, this woman was slightly cracked. He just nodded his head and told her he would be back later. Getting into his car, he noticed a black truck behind him, and the driver subtly watching him. He pulled out his cell phone and called Jesse.

"Jesse? It's Micah. We need to talk. Where are you?"

"In Charming, you see the black pickup behind you?"

"Yes."

"Good, follow that truck to the Teller-Morrow garage. Leave your piece and your badge in the car and park it at least fifty feet away from the garage."

"Why?"

"Cause you, my friend, are about to enter the lion's den and your vehicle has a tracking device. The last thing you or I need is for your boss to get smart."

"Good to know," Donovan murmured as he started the car.

"See you in a few Micah."

The click signaled that she'd hung up, and Donovan started to follow the black truck to Teller-Morrow. The ride wasn't long, and he parked across the street fifty feet away like she'd told him. So if his boss were to check the GPS, they would think he was at a diner, he sat, looking at the building he'd parked in front of. Badge off, piece hidden under driver's seat and he turned his cell off for good measure.

He walked across the street and made his way to the garage, only to be met by six of the Sons.

"Chill boys," he heard Jesse say, "He's with me."

She moved through the wall of men and stood in front of him for a minute.

"You packin'?" she asked.

Donovan shook his head, "You know me better than that Jesse."

She nodded, "Have to make sure hun, you know how it goes."

Donovan nodded his head and held his arms out at his sides, turning slowly so that she could see he was, indeed, clean. Jesse nodded again, and smiled this time.

"Good to see you Mic," she said, stepping forward and hugging him

Donovan watched as the Sons of Anarchy visibly relaxed as he and Jesse made their way into the clubhouse.