Aimee really wasn't sure about this plan. Gemma had explained it all in detail as they drove back to Charming, and while it made sense to Gemma, Aimee wasn't sure how it would play out. In fact, she was sure that it would only end up making her look like a fool.

Gemma decided that, since there was 'nothing to do' on a Sunday night, she and Aimee would go for a game of pool at The Dog. She would call Clay to let her know where she was, and Clay would most likely show up for fear of something happening to his old lady. Since Tig shadowed Clay everywhere he went, Tig would show up as well. Gemma would leave with Clay, leaving Aimee alone with Tig. Sounded like a sensible enough plan, right?

Aimee got ready at Gemma's house, wearing her new jeans and one of the new tops. She waited on Gemma, who was taking forever with her makeup. Aimee didn't wear makeup, only a bit of lipstick. She wondered if Tig prefered it or not. Finally, Gemma was ready, and they headed to the bar.

It was a rather scary looking place. Heads of the rowdy bunch turned as soon as they walked in, and followed them to the pool tables. Nobody dared approach them. Aimee figured it was because everyone knew that Gemma was Clay's old lady. If it meant they were protected, she didn't mind one bit. They ordered a drink each - Gemma a beer and Aimee a scotch, which got an interesting look from the bartender - and they started their game.

"I'm not that great at pool, by the way" said Aimee.

"That's good, because I can't even play!" answered Gemma. They laughed at the situation they found themselves in, but tried their best anyways. After a few shots, Gemma called Clay as per the plan, and Aimee could hear him through the phone asking Gemma why the hell she was at The Dog. Gemma gave him the speech about having nothing to do, and that she was a grown woman who could take care of herself, yadda yadda yadda, all the while winking to Aimee. Pretty soon, she hung up on Clay and his yelling, knowing that he'd show up any minute. That was the plan. It's too bad that sometimes, plans have a way of getting changed.

Gemma had hung up the phone and taken a swig of her beer, when the door of the bar burst open and in came two guys looking for someone they had a beef with. They both pulled their guns and began firing. Gemma and Aimee ducked behind the pool table, running for their lives.

"Shit!" yelled Gemma. "Stay down!"

Aimee didn't dare move. This was not supposed to happen! This was insane! She stayed as still as she could, her heart beating out of her chest in fear. The shooting continued and people were shouting all around them. Glass was breaking and everything was falling. One of the guys the two men were looking for came near them. Gemma grabbed Aimee's arm.

"We gotta get out of here!" she yelled. "Now!" She pulled Aimee up and began dragging her to the back door. Aimee could see the door in front of her and was only a few feet from going through...when everything went black...

Aimee came to with a bright light shining in her eyes. She blinked several times, and focused her eyes on the two paramedics above her.

"She's awake. Miss...miss, can you hear me?" one of them asked.

Aimee nodded her head. It was pounding, although the noise and craziness in the bar seemed to have stopped.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" the man asked. "Do you think you can sit up?"

Aimee nodded again, and the men helped her up slowly, holding an ice pack to her head.

One of them men walked across the room. "She'll be fine" he said to the small group of people standing there. "No signs of a concussion. She just got knocked out".

The other paramedic did one more check of her eyes, then left her alone. Immediately, another figure came into view and knelt down beside her. It was Tig.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "What the hell were you doing here anyways?"

Aimee turned to look at him, but he was out of focus and she didn't feel like answering. Just as she had predicted, the whole thing backfired, making her look like an idiot. Just then, Gemma and Clay came over.

"I'm so sorry, baby" Gemma said. "This is all my fault. I'll make it up to you, I promise".

Aimee was in a daze. She wasn't sure if she'd been shot, or blown up, or God knows what. All she knew is that she wanted to get out of here and go home. Just get away from it all. She tried to get up, but was still pretty dizzy. Tig caught her before she fell, and put his arm around her waist.

"I got ya" he said quietly.

"I better get her back to the hotel" Gemma said. Tig helped Aimee outside to the SUV, and then went to Gemma's window.

"Is she ok?" he asked. "Maybe she shouldn't be alone, in case it is a concussion or something."

"I'll stay with her a while once I get her back to the hotel" Gemma replied. "I'm sure she'll be ok". She looked over at Aimee who seemed to be dozing. She looked back to Tig. "Sorry. Try to calm him down, will ya?" she nodded her head towards Clay.

Tig held up his hands. "I'll do my best".

Gemma drove to the hotel and got Aimee inside. She helped her get her pajamas on and got her into bed. She felt horrible for nearly getting her killed, and she hoped that Aimee would be alright in the morning. After tucking her in, Gemma curled up in the chair and watched TV. After an hour, there was a knock on the door. Gemma was dozing off herself, so it startled her. She got up and answered it.

"Hey" she said.

"Hey" said Tig. "How is she?"

"She's good, I guess" answered Gemma. "She's still asleep". Gemma yawned herself.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Gemma nodded.

"Oh yeah, i'm fine" she replied.

"Well maybe you should go home and get some rest, too" he said. "I can stay here if she wakes up".

Gemma was about to protest, but then realized that the little plan she had concocted was sort of working, albeit, in a much different way than she had planned. She smiled. "Well, if you want..."

Tig said he was fine, and he kissed Gemma's cheek. "He's not too mad...but just don't do anything to piss him off for another month" he teased.

"I won't!" Gemma answered, closing the door behind her.

Tig crossed the room and stood over Aimee in her bed. He reached down and placed his hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. He wasn't sure why she would have one, but felt it was the right thing to do. She felt normal, so he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked around the room, remembering the kiss from the night before. He hoped she wouldn't be afraid again when she woke up and saw him there. He would never hurt her. It killed him just to see her get hurt like this.

She turned in her sleep, her brow furrowed, and made whimpering sounds. Sounded like a nightmare. Tig reached out and brushed her hair back. "It's alright" he whispered. "Shhhh".

Aimee rolled again, and this time woke up. She stared up at him for a moment, then came fully to her senses and realized it was Tig with her, not Gemma. She tried to sit up, but Tig placed his hand on her shoulders.

"Shh, it's ok" he said. "I'm here".

Aimee relaxed again and turned on her side.

"Are you ok?" Tig asked. She nodded her head, yes.

"Do you need anything?" he asked. She shook her head, no.

He smiled at her. "I'll let you get back to sleep" he said. He got up to go, but Aimee grabbed his hand, stopping him. He looked down at her.

"Stay"