Okay, yes. This is a very late update. But I had to get through Thanksgiving, which took a lot of alcohol, and several papers and a test for college. Plus I just had difficulties with this chapter anyhow! I had to rewrite parts of it four times. I hope it's good enough for you all!

Thanks to my beta, missyklauslvr, who gave me helpful insights to the junkie's mind and gave me helpful hints about some of the dialouge in this chapter. It wouldn't have been nearly this good without her!

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The week of Thanksgiving approached and Gemma had gotten all of the members, including some from the Tacoma charter, to help with the fundraiser. The day of the event, everyone helped set up the tents and food stands, along with games for the kids that would need entertaining. Being as she was the one who came up with the ideas for the big raffle prize, Destery was in charge of the donations and the tickets that people got when they brought food for the drive or gave money. Juice and Half-Sack helped out by standing guard and lugging the heavy turkeys to a portable freezer they had rented. She would have rathered it be Happy to hang around her, but had somehow gotten roped into manning a stand where kids had to throw darts at balloons. Everyone thought it was hilarious and several people got pictures of him diving out of the path of a dart or twitching at the awful aiming.

Destery had just handed a raffle ticket to an elderly lady when the rumble of motorcycles was heard and a large group of Mayans parked near the entrance to the park they had rented for the day. Almost instantly several members of the club walked over and stood near the ticket stand, which seemed to be where the Mayans were headed. Trying not to be obvious about it, Destery pulled her gun from the purse by her feet and placed it on her lap, turning the safety off. A hand on her shoulder made her look up and see the approving face of Clay, who had seen her movements.

"Peace," Alvarez said as he came within earshot, his hands held in a non threatening manner, "We heard about your little fundraiser and came to donate to it. It's a good cause."

It was easy to see that none of the Sons fully believed this, and even though Destery caught sight of Gabriel Rayes, she made an attempt to keep the peace.

"Minimum donation is ten dollars. And you get a raffle ticket and a chance to win our grand prizes, which are dirt bikes."

Alvarez chuckled and shook his head, then fished out a roll of bills, which he dropped in front of her. "That's five thousand, chica. And we don't need no dirt bikes. Keep your tickets, yeah?"

Looking surprised at the large donation, Destery reached out to pick up the roll, which she had intended to put in the lock box with the other money, until Alvarez placed his hand on hers. She quickly yanked her hand back, to the amusement of the Mayans, who all started to drift away from the booth, out towards the games. Untrusting Sons started to follow them around as a precaution, while Half-Sack made a smart move and went to take over the dart game so Happy could come over.

Destery felt much better with Happy looming over her shoulder and keeping an eye on Gabriel for her. He had smirked slightly at the sight of the gun in her lap and turned the safety back on for her, then taken the money roll and placed it in the lock box so she wouldn't have to touch it. Thankfully nothing happened for the rest of the fundraiser, besides Gabriel and two other Mayans staying near the ticket booth, often checking their watches. This worried both Destery and Happy on some level, but as the Mayans weren't doing anything, they didn't want to make a scene.

As the fundraiser started to die down and booths started to get packed up, Gemma came over and waited with Destery for the two winners to pick up their new dirt bikes. When they finally did, the two women got into Gemma's car with the money, planning on taking it to a safe place for the night. They were escorted by Kozik, Juice, and Jax who all made sure to keep an eye out on the way back to the compound. As they headed into the club house, intending to put the money in the safe, they were greeted to a shocking sight. Every surface of the room had a dusting of white powder on it. The five of them moved to check out the substance, but it was Destery and Kozik who immediately knew what it was by just running a finger through it.

The second that she recognized the white powder on her finger, Destery started to bring it close to her face, almost by habit. Once she realized what she was doing however, she dropped the box of money and darted out of the building, Kozik hot on her trail. While she sat down on one of the picnick benches, breathing deeply, Kozik came over and placed his hands on her shoulders. The hands holding her in place helped calm the panic and need that had almost instantly arisen in her and helped keep the shaking that was going through her body at a minimum. Kozik made a few soothing noises at her and stepped close enough to her that she was able to lean her head against his stomach, breathing in his scent to try and forget the cocaine. So focused on not trying to jump up and run back into the building for the power that was literally making her mouth water, she barely noticed her mother and brother come outside to ask what hapened.

"It's cocaine. Someone dumped it all over the place," Kozik told them before they could even ask.

"Don't let me near it, Kozik. I don't care what you have to do just keep me out here. Hold me back," Destery gave him a pleading look, to which he nodded, then looked at Gemma and Jax.

Jax was giving her a dirty look and shook his head at her before turning to walk back into the building, muttering to himself, "Junkies. . ."

Kozik sent Jax a glare when he heard the muttered word, but a wave of anger and hurt hit Destery and she jumped up, surprising Kozik enough that he let her go for an instant. Just long enough for her to punch Jax in thr shoulder as hard as she could. "Fuck you, Jackson! You don't fucking know anything about it! Because you don't give a shit about anything if it doesn't have to do with the club or Tara! You don't know what it's like to need something more than you need air to breathe."

Kozik reached out and pulled her back into his arms, where she began to quietly cry into his shirt, then leaned in to whisper in Gemma's ear for a few seconds before she followed Jax into the building. The sound of vacuums was soon heard, and Kozik sat down next to her, his fingers moving through her blonde hair to try and keep her calm. Any anger Destery and Kozik might have still felt at each other completely vanished in that moment as they waited for the mess inside to be cleaned up. Before it was though, the rumble of bikes was heard and some more of SAMCRO pulled into the compound and parked their bikes. Happy's face showed that he was pissed when he saw his old lady on Kozik's lap with her face buried in his cut but when she looked up and he saw the tears on her cheeks, his expression went blank.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

"Someone dumped cocaine all over the club house. Jax, Juice, and Gemma are in there cleaning it up," Kozik explained, which caused several of the guys to frown and walk in the building to see for themselves. Happy kept staring at the two of them, waiting for a better explaination, until Destery finally sighed.

"Staying clean is easier when you aren't in the same room as the drugs."

Realization was clear as Happy shook his head and moved to sit next to them, leaning in to kiss her temple.

"I've been told that."

They fell into silence until the vacuuming stopped and Gemma came out, a trash bag in her hand.

"We're done in there. You can go in," she told them, while swinging the bag a little. Both Kozik and Destery carefully avoided looking at the bag as they moved past her and into the building, looking at the now cleaned off surfaces. Definitely more relaxed now, they sat down at the bar, Happy standing next to Destery.

"Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? That much blow costs a lot of money," Jax said from his place by the pool table.

"Who knows? It was here when we walked in," Gemma sighed as she handed Juice the bag of coke, which Destery's eyes followed. "Here, I don't know what to do with this."

Juice didn't look like he knew what to do with it either, but before he could say so, Unser burst in the clubhouse, looking panicked.

"DEA got a tip that you guys had blow in here. They're on their way to bust you all. Five minutes out, max."

While the guys all started to yell, Destery caught Kozik and Happy's attention and had them lean in towards her. "They'll have dogs, who can smell the residue. You'll have to overpower their noses. Spill the strongest liqour over all the spots where the coke was, and any rubbing alcohol if you can." (*****)

The two of them gave her strange looks, but when she started to push them into action, they followed her advice and started to break bottles over all the previously covered surfaces. A few of the guys started to question them, but when Happy glared at them and shoved bottles into their hands, they started to drench the place in alcohol as well. Destery grabbed her purse and ran over to Juice, who still had the bag, then dragged him outside and over to his bike.

"Go, go, go! We gotta get that outta here!"

While he didn't look to sure that it was a good idea, Juice got on the bike and after she got on behind him, he handed the tied off bag to her. Pressing her lips together, Destery pushed it between their bodies and Juice took off out of the compound, heading toward a stretch of land where no one would be looking for cocaine. It took several minutes at a speed that was far above the legal limit, but they got somewhere that Juice deemed safe and he upended the bag into a snake hole in the ground. Destery had a hard time staying still after he did that and ended up having to run back over to Juice's bike, sitting on it and gripping the handlebars tightly. The bag was slightly more difficult to get rid of and he ended up holding a lighter to it and trying to get it as melted as possible before they headed back towards Charming.

As they drove by the compound they could see all the guys sitting outside in handcuffs while DEA agents and dogs tore apart the clubhouse. Not wanting to share in their fate, Juice kept driving by and ended up parking a few blocks away. He parked the bike and looked at her, chewing on his lower lip.

"Hey, just. . . stay here for a few minutes. I'm going to see if I can find a spot to watch to see what's happening."

Destery nodded and started to fiddle with her hair while he ran off into the darkness, quickly disappearing from sight with the keys to the bike in his pocket. It took her a few minutes to realize how close she was to the main road, and if she leaned just right on the bike, she could see that the lights in Zobelle's cigar shop were still on. Not really knowing what she was going to do when she got there, the blonde got off the bike and started to run for the shop and got there just as the lights were being turned off. Zobelle looked surprised as she burst into the shop and blinked a few times before speaking.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we're closed."

"I. . . oh. Are you the owner here?" she asked, fiddling with the strap on her bag.

"Yes I am, Miss. . .?"

The second she knew it was really Zobelle, Destery straightened up and reached into her bag, pulling out the gun hidden there. The safety was clicked off as she pointed it at him, her hands shaking slightly.

"Teller. As in Gemma Teller's daughter, you sick son of a bitch."

Zobelle instantly turned from his fake polite persona to his real one, complete with a smirk. "Ah, Miss Teller. I heard you and your mother have had some. . .terrifying moments lately."

"I'd give you some terrifying moments, but I don't have a lot of time here," Destery spit out as she took several steps closer to him.

"And just what are you going to do little girl? Kill me? I doubt it," Zobelle said with an amused look on his face.

So she proved him wrong. Two bullets went into his chest in a quick burst, which left her and him stunned for the few seconds it took him to fall to the ground. Then the panic set in. Destery hadn't meant for that to happen. Staring at the body on the ground, a strange sort of numbness came over her. The feeling stayed until Juice burst into the shop, having caught the flashes of light in the dark store just as he had gotten back to the bike.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK! What did you do, Destery!?" He yelled and shook her, causing her to snap back to reality.

"He. . . was the one who told them to kidnap me. I snapped."

Juice freaked out for a few more seconds before Destery stopped him and gave him a serious look.

"Hit me."

"What? Why?" Juice asked, looking down at Zobelle's body.

"Make it look like self defense, Juice. Hit me. Break one of the glass cases for me." He was about to protest, but at her expression, he stopped and sighed.

"Don't tell Happy. We make this shit look real, okay?" he said and when she nodded, he snapped his fist out and punched her in the face. She felt her nose break and fell back against one of the glass cases, which he quickly shattered with the butt of his gun.

Destery cried out when she landed on the broken glass and got several cuts, but Juice ignored her in favor of turning the body so that her story would seem more believable. He then kissed the top of her head and ran out of the shop and over to his bike, streaking away just as a cop car pulled up in front of the cigar shop. Destery waited with closed eyes and a loose grip on her gun.

"Holy shit." Hale ran over and checked her pulse first, and when he was satisfied that she was alive, went to check Zobelle. As Destery opened her eyes, Hale looked back over at her with a questioning expression. "Destery, what happened here?"

"I came in to buy some cigars for Clay, and he attacked me. There was a gun on the counter. I shot him." she said and held out the gun to him, hoping he understood her through her broken nose. He looked over the gun and saw the serial numbers were filed off, then gave her a doubtful look.

"This looks like a gun Gemma would carry," he said put the gun out of reach.

"I'm sticking to that story, Hale."

"Of course you are," he said and called for an ambulance to hurry to the shop. As they waited for the paramedics to come, Destery spit out some blood and Hale sighed. "I believe that you did what you had to do. I know what he did to your mother," he said quietly and helped her to her feet so she wasn't sitting in glass.

As the ambulance stopped outside, Hale picked her up and carried her to them so they could clean her up. She zoned out for awhile and stared blankly while she got a few stiches in her arms and people crowded around to see what had happened. It wasn't until the rumble of bikes came close that she snapped out of the trance and looked over at Hale.

"Even if it's self defense, I have to arrest you. You can be bailed out in the morning," he told her, then reached over to snap his handcuffs on her wrists. Mindful of her stitches, he cuffed her hands in front of her and let her walk at her own pace to his car, where he helped her get into the back. Once he shut the door, she turned to look at the window and saw Happy's extremely pissed off expression and everyone elses' worried ones. Gemma was leaning on Jax and it seemed that she was crying, which Destery felt bad about, but couldn't do anything to make it stop from her position in the cop car.

Hale explained to them quickly what had happened and Destery almost smiled at the proud look Happy and Chibs sent her way. As Hale walked away from them and got into the car to take her back to the jail, Happy ran over and leaned in close to the glass. Just as the car started to pull away, Destery heard him say four words that stopped her heart for several beats.

"I love you, Destery."

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***** Okay, I just made up the stuff about alcohol hiding the smell of drugs from drug dogs. I have no idea if that would work at all and I am obligated to tell you NOT to try it! I just needed something to fit in with the story.

I hope that you liked the chapter, it gave me a lot of trouble!