Hey guys! I just wanted to say another quick thank you. There's a ton of you following this now and I'm shocked but very thankful that you think its actually good enough to take the time to read. So I hope you enjoy. I'm trying my hardest to keep continuously writing so that I don't leave really big gaps of time in between the chapters but college sometimes gets intense and hectic.


"Shhh it's me. Calm down and be quiet."

As soon as Christine realized it was Jax her body relaxed and she stopped fighting him off. He released her and then got still. She was wondering what he was doing until she heard it. Someone was down the hallway throwing things around. Christine slowly reached down and pulled off her boots not making any noise. Jax was watching her though the question of what she was doing written all over his face. He pulled his gun out from underneath his cut and mouthed "Stay here" to her. She set her jaw and shook her head no. Anger flashed across his face but she just stared back at him refusing to cave. He shook his head in resolve and slowly started down the hallway. Christine was on his tale but keeping a little distance in case she needed to move out of the way. Her gun was locked and loaded in her hands and the way she was holding it was straight out of something you would see in a cop show on TV. Jax finally made it right outside the door he peeked around the corner and then moved back. He turned around and leaned down towards her ear "Go call mom tell her to send the guys" he whispered. Christine wanted to argue but she knew this was serious by the look on his face. Creeping back down the hallway and onto the front sidewalk she walked over to the back of her car. That way no one could see her and she was far enough away that they couldn't hear her. Laying her bag up on the back of the car she reached into her bag she quickly dialed Gemma. After three rings Gemma picked up.

"Hello?" she said in a voice that told Christine she was sleeping.

"Gemma you have to send the guys to Jax's it's an emergency."

Sounding fully alert now she said "What's going on?" In the background she heard Gemma talking to Clay "Get up. Jax is in trouble. GET THE FUCK UP!"

"Somebody broke in Jax's house. He's in there now."

Christine saw movement at the other end of the house. A Mexican guy in a cut was walking towards the front door looking around to make sure no one saw him. He was holding a gun too. He didn't see Christine though. She was still in full on black and the trees concealed her.

"Christine! Christine what's going on?"

Christine didn't answer her. She gently closed her phone hanging up on Gemma and sat her phone on the trunk of the car. The guy had just disappeared into the house. Running quietly up the sidewalk she ran up the stairs and into the house. They guy was gonna run up on Jax and Jax wouldn't be prepared. When she rounded the corner to the hallway she could see that the Mexican guy was creeping towards Jax down the hallway. Jax had his back to them. In a split second Christine raised her gun a fired three shots. She got him once in the top of his right shoulder and then two in his arm. Jax whirled around to look what was going on and then quickly turned back to the door as another Mexican guy was running out. Jax pistol whipped him and the guy hit the floor out cold. Jax reached over and kicked the guy Christine had shots gun away from him down the hall towards Christine. He was lying on the floor bleeding everywhere but was still trying to drag himself over to the gun. Christine bent over and grabbed it tucking it in to the waist band of her jeans at her lower back.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

He nodded running his hand through his hair. "I should be asking you that question. Where did he even come from?"

"I went and called your mom and while I was out there this asshole creeps around the house. He didn't see me though but he must have known you were here. Your mom's gonna be pissed that I hung up on her without fully telling her what's going on."

Off in the distance Christine heard the rumble of motorcycles. The Calvary in leather she thought.

A minute later SAMCRO was pouring through the door guns drawn like a swat team. Christine moved into the living room sitting on the couch out of their way. Gemma was the last to come through the door. She spotted Christine and ran over.

"Is everything okay?"

With a sigh Christine said "Yeah, I got him before he got Jax. There's blood everywhere in the hall though. I'm sure the carpets fucking ruined, But he isn't dead," she finished seeing the look on Gemma's face.

Gemma walked back towards the hallway disappearing out of sight. Christine stood up and walked into the kitchen grabbing her boots on the way. Opening the fridge she leaned down and grabbed two bottles of beer. It had been awhile since she had drunk but she figured she needed it now more than ever. Sitting one down on the table and twisting the cap off the other she flopped into one of the kitchen chairs chugging down a few gulps. Bending down to pull her boots back on she saw Chibs walk into the kitchen pulling out a chair next to her. He put his gun inside of his cut and then spoke.

"You gonna drink that?" he asked pointing towards the unopened bottle.

She pushed it towards him taking another swig of her own.

"Nice job in there."

"Thanks." She said flatly.

She turned up the rest of the bottle and chugged it down. "To shooting people," she said raising her bottle in the hair.

"Aye." Chibs said lifting his own bottle.

They sat in silence and Christine twisted her empty bottle on the table. All the guys started walking out the front door and then she saw a few of them carrying the two guys out. The guy she shot looked bad. His face was pale and green. He must have lost a lot of blood. Chibs stood up and walked outside leaving her by herself again. She stood up walking back to the fridge and grabbed another beer. She leaned against the cabinets twisting of the cap. She turned it up and chugged down a few big gulps. She was already starting to feel buzzed from drinking so fast. Jax, Gemma, and Clay walked into the kitchen. Gemma went over sitting down at the table and lit a cigarette. Clay leaned against the kitchen door jamb crossing his arms over his chest. Jax walked over to Christine taking the bottle out of her hand. He turned it up and killed half of it before handing it back. She finished off the rest of it and threw the bottle in the trash and then walked back over to Jax. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Well," Gemma said finally breaking the silence. "You two can't stay here tonight. After you get done doing what you need to do," she said looking at the boys "you can either stay at the club or at the house. I don't care which one but you're not staying here."

Christine's eyelids felt heavy. She forgot how nice it was to drink. It took the edge off.

"We'll stay at the club" Jax said looking over at her and then back at his mom.

"I'll take Christine back and we'll wait for you."

"Mom you drive over there." He said looking at Christine again.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I can drive my own damn car thank you."

"Just let her drive. Please?"

Clay hadn't said anything and when she turned around again she saw that he was staring at her like he had been the past few days. He looked like he was still trying to figure her out.

Clay stood up straight "Come on Jax we got shit to handle."

Gemma stood up and walked outside with Clay. Jax hung back a minute until they disappeared out the door. He turned around and picked her up sitting her on the counter. He kissed her briefly and then laid his head on her chest.

"Today is turning out to be an extremely long day," he grumbled. He pulled back and looked in her eyes and smiled. "and you're such a lightweight," he said laughing.

She bent down and kissed him a little longer this time.

"You should go," she said pulling back. "Don't want you to get in trouble."

He helped her off the counter and they walked outside together. Jax closed the door locking it. They were walking down the driveway, Jax's hand on Christine's lower back, when Christine spotted the cop car. She tensed up but Jax whispered in her ear.

"Just relax. He's on our side."

Christine stopped Jax turning him around to face her and pulled the guy she shots gun out of her waistband and handed it to him. She tucked hers in the same place. Jax put the gun in the other side of his cut and they continued to walk. Christine headed for her car and Jax for his bike. Gemma was already waiting at the cutlass. Walking to the back of her car Christine grabbed her stuff off the trunk and climbed in the passenger seat. Gemma got in on the driver's side and stuck out her hands. After Christine handed her the keys Gemma cranked the car and backed out of the driveway maneuvering around the motorcycles that were left. Christine saw Tig and Happy shove the two Mexican guys into the back of the cop car.

"Can we hit a burger joint on the way back? I'm starving."

Gemma laughed shaking her head "Yeah."

After going through the drive-thru Christine sat in the passenger seat chomping on the French fries she was snagging out of the bag riding back across town. Pulling into the lot at the club Christine got up the courage to ask Gemma a question that had been bugging her before they got out.

"Hey Gemma I've noticed Clay staring at me like he really doesn't like me. Why does he do that?"

"He thinks you're going to get Jax unfocused. Now come on and let's get inside," she said dropping the conversation.

As Christine got out of the car closing her door with her bag slung over her shoulder, her night clothes, and her food bag in her hands she wondered why he would think that. Gemma locked the car doors and then led the way into the club. Gemma handed Christine her keys and walked into the kitchen. Christine followed behind her and sat down at the table in the corner.

"You want another beer?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah," Christine said.

Gemma got two out of the fridge and walked over and sat down herself. She slid Christine one of them across the table and then opened her own. Christine opened hers and took a drink.

"You're really turning out to be old lady material you know that."

"Okay?" Christine said laughing.

"You got a hell of a shot."

Christine didn't want to think about this anymore. She wanted to think about anything but this. She faked a yawn.

"Gemma I think I'm gonna go lay down. I'm pretty tired."

"Alright." She said as Christine got up from the table.

Christine could tell that Gemma didn't believe her but she wasn't gonna say anything. Grabbing all her stuff she headed towards Jax's room. She was pretty buzzed and felt kind of off balance. Getting inside and closing the door she took off everything but her panties and put on her night shorts and the tank top that matched. They were both white but her shorts had little vertical grey stripes. Folding up her clothes into a pile she sat them next to the bed and her bag. Sitting down she opened the food bag and pulled out her burger and fries and used the remote to turn on the TV that was sitting on top of the desk across the room and ate her food. After she got done eating and finished off her beer. She mindlessly flipped through the channels for twenty minutes. It didn't distract her from her thoughts though. There was just no getting the fact that she shot that guy out of her head. She turned off the TV and got under the covers and shockingly fell asleep quickly.

Christine felt the bed move behind her and then felt Jax's arm go around her waist.

"Come here," she heard a voice say.

Christine's eyes popped open it wasn't Jax behind her. Whoever it was grabbed her and tried to pull her over to them. Christine reached down into her bag grabbing her gun. As soon as she got her hand around it the right way she swung around hitting the guy in the side of the head with the handle. He fell off the bed into the floor. Quickly jumping up next to him she flipped on the lamp and pointed her gun at him. It was Tig and he was laughing.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him.

"Take it easy honey," he said getting up and coming towards her. "You have to earn your place here."

Christine lifted the gun up and stuck it right in the center of his forehead. Tig wasn't smiling or laughing now. He raised his arms up.

"Hey take it easy," he said backing up and walking towards the door.

Christine followed him every step of the way keeping the gun exactly where it was. He reached down and opened the door and kept walking backwards towards the main room.

"Let me just make this clear I'm not a whore and that shit doesn't fly."

She saw him flick his gaze downward towards where his gun was as they were still making their way down the hallway. Christine knew he was about to make a grab for it.

"Don't even think about it. It will take you about three seconds to reach down there and grab that gun and pull it out but its only gonna take me a half a second to put a bullet in your head."

Christine could hear people talking and laughing as they got to the main area but as soon as Tig and her got into viewing distance everything came to a stop.

"Clay! We got a problem. Hey Clay get out here," Tig yelled.

All the guys started coming out of the room where they had meetings. Clay was the second one out. He clenched his jaw when he saw Christine holding a gun to Tig's head.

"Now let's just calm down," he said in his deep voice.

Jax walked out of the office last. He looked extremely confused when his eyes found the action.

"Christine what are you…"

Christine cut him off. "I wanted to come let everybody know, after this jackass came into the room I was sleeping in thinking he was going to fuck me, that this shit isn't going to fly. That's not why I'm here. As for the 'earning my place here' as he called it you're all fucking crazy. You're lucky I didn't fucking kill him as soon as he touched me."

Christine looked over at Jax. She was hurt and had thought that he was different. When she saw his face though she knew he hadn't known anything about this. He was seething with anger. Christine dropped the gun from Tig's forehead and pointed it at the ground.

"What the fucks going on?" Jax asked Clay.

"We had to make sure she was here for the right reasons. Especially with the way she acts. Can't have just anybody around here."

"The way I act?" Christine said.

"Yeah, you're jumpy and you act weird around everybody. You seem suspicious to me. Never know who might be trying to infiltrate the club."

Christine was getting pissed "So you think that just because I'm jumpy and I act weird something's up?" she felt tears start to come up in her eyes. Whether from anger or sadness she didn't know. "You fucking asshole! I was raped four months ago! How the hell am I supposed to act?" she screamed.

Clay looked like somebody had slapped him. Christine whirled around and took off for Jax's room. Once inside she threw the gun down on the bed and started putting her clothes back on. She was not going to stay here. So much for no one knowing. She had just told a room full of guys and sluts what happened to her. When she got pissed she always spoke before thinking. She tucked the gun into the back of her waist band and pulled Jax's black shirt down over it and then put on her jacket. When she was stuffing her night clothes into her bag she heard something break out in the main area. Picking up her bag and digging out her keys she walked back out to where the ruckus was coming from. Opie and Juice were holding Jax back from Clay who now had a busted lip. Piney was shaking his head. Tig was standing near the bar sucking down Tequila straight from the bottle. All the girls who had been in the room were standing over in a corner out of the way. Christine kept on walking headed for the door. Passing by the bar she grabbed a bottle of Jack that hadn't been opened.

"I do believe I'll be taking this," she said to Tig.

She heard Jax tell Opie and Juice to let him go but she wasn't about to stop. Making her way into the parking lot she kept walking towards her car. She heard his footsteps running up behind her before he said anything.

"Christine wait." She ignored him. "Christine wait!" he yelled angrily grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him.

When she turned she didn't hit him this time. She just looked up at him with her jaw clenched.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To the hotel to get drunk." She said holding up the bottle.

He physically relaxed. "Need some company? I need to leave and let this shit blow over anyways."

She didn't reply she just lifted her shoulders in a 'whatever' kind of way and walked over getting in her car. Starting the engine she pulled out. Jax cranked his bike but Christine pulled out before him. Looking in her rear view mirror Christine noticed a car a little ways down the block turn its lights on and pull out coming her way. It followed her for two blocks. She could see that Jax was a little ways behind them. Blue and red lights came on and she started slowing down about to pull over to the side of the road. She grabbed the bottle of liquor and sliding it in one of the boxes in the back seat underneath some clothes before coming to a complete stop. Getting out her cellphone she sent a text to him knowing he wouldn't get it until after he turned off his bike. There was no way he would hear it over the engine.

Holiday Inn. Get a room and I'll meet you there after I get done with this bullshit.

Christine pulled the car to a complete stop and rolled her window down. Jax drove on past her and kept going until he was around the block. The police officer got out of his car and made his way up to Christine's window shining the flashlight inside.

"Good evening Ma'am, would you mind stepping out of the car."

Christine got out and stood beside the car. The cop in front of hers nametag said Deputy Chief David Hale. He looked to be about two years older than her and looked way too young to be a police officer.

"Is there a reason why you pulled me over Mr. Hale?" she said crossing her arms.

He pointed the flashlight at the ground and seemed to really take her in for the first time.

"You were weaving a little bit back there."

"Oh is that right. So why were you sitting outside of the Teller-Morrow Garage?"

Christine knew that she shouldn't be talking to a police officer like this but after earlier and now this bullshit her patience was running thin. Officer Hale looked sort of shocked that she had saw him sitting outside and that she knew he had followed her.

"Is there anything in your car I need to know about?" he asked with a no nonsense look.

"No but there's a .45 tucked in my waistband."

"Why do you have a gun?"

"For protection, and it's registered to me and I have the right papers to carry it. All the information is in the glove compartment and my license is in my bag too."

He didn't even search her car after that but he did make her get out her license and put her gun in the glove compartment. Handing everything over she rolled her eyes at his tries of getting her to tell on herself. What an amateur she thought.

"I'm gonna need you to blow in this," he said putting the machine up to her mouth.

Christine leaned over and tried to breathe in the machine. She wasn't able to fully do it. It was like trying to punch a hole in a cement wall and it just wasn't happening.

"Can you try a little harder," he snapped.

Christine's anger flared up and she narrowed her eyes "You act like I suck dick for a living. It's too fucking hard to blow on."

She felt all her embarrassment come flooding up from earlier and she was trying with everything in her to keep the tears back. Officer Hale looked at her and his features softened.

"Hey I'm sorry. Look don't cry." He said as tears started rolling down Christine's face.

"It's been a really rough day okay? I really just want to go check in at a hotel and sleep. So can we just get this over with?"

"I need you to blow in this as hard as you can okay?"

Christine took a deep breath and put the thing back in her mouth and blew and blew until she thought she was going to pass out. It took this time though and in a few seconds it beeped.

"Well this says 0.03 Miss Lancer and you're underage so I'm going to have to take you in. Turn around please."

"Let me get my bag and lock my doors. Everything I own is in this car and if it or anything in it gets stolen I'll be pissed."

He nodded and she reached into the car grabbing her bag, phone, and keys out of the ignition and locked the doors then shoved everything inside of her bag. Then she turned around to face him.

"Do you really have to cuff me? I'm not belligerent or anything."

"Afraid so, its protocol."

With a sigh Christine turned around and put her hands behind her back. The officer put the handcuffs around her wrists and led her over to the back of his car. Christine ducked her head and then sat down in the backseat. He took the seat belt and put it around her and when he leaned over her to buckle it Christine was shocked at how close they were. She turned her head and waited for him to shut the door.

"Are you okay?" he asked from right in front of her.

She turned her head back around and he hadn't moved.

"Y-yeah. I just have really bad luck with backseats."

He looked at her strangely and then got out shutting the door hopping into the front seat. He put his car in drive and they made their way across town to the Charming Police Station. The police station was a brick building with a pretty small parking lot and it looked pretty desolate other than a few police cars. The officer walked around to her door and undid her seat belt helping her out. As he led her up the stairs and into the building she saw a few cops in police uniforms but she also saw three people in suits. One was a woman with a little longer than shoulder length blonde hair and two men were with her. The woman smiled at Christine in an 'I know something you don't know' way. Officer Hale led Christine over to a door and she saw that it was an interrogation room.

"Sorry about this," he said. "Really."

He led her over to the chair and took off her handcuffs. Before she could ask him what he was talking about but he walked out.

Rubbing her wrists she wondered what the hell all this was about. After sitting there for fifteen minutes the woman she'd seen when she walked in came strolling into the interrogation room and closed the door.

"Miss Lancer." She said with a smirk walking over to the other side of the table and sitting down.

The woman threw a file folder on the table which Christine was sure had all her records in it. What she didn't understand was why she had been brought in here if she'd just got in trouble for drinking.

"My names Agent Stahl and I'm with ATF. What's your relationship with Mr. Jackson Teller and the Sons of Anarchy?"

There was no way she was playing into this woman's game so she didn't say anything.

"You know since coming here we've learned a lot of interesting things about your friends. It seems your boyfriend and his little club have ties with the IRA."

Again Christine didn't say anything.

"Officer Hale tells me you own a gun. What do you have that for?"

Christine raised an eyebrow. "For protection."

"Protection from what Christine?" she asked with a smile playing on her lips.

She knew that this woman knew about what had happened four months ago. She also knew she was trying to get a rise out of her. It was written all over her face.

Smiling right back at the woman she said in a cool voice "Oh Agent Stahl… you know why I have it. If you've done your job like I suspect you have you've read everything in that file folder and you know everything about me. Also being as smart as I'm sure you are, you know that I don't like police officers seeing as how most of them don't give a fuck about what's right and what's wrong and I sure as hell don't like being here. Officer Hale whom I suspect is standing right over there behind that two way mirror brought me in here for drinking under age and driving. If you're not going to charge me for anything I'd like to leave now."

Agent Stahl wasn't smiling anymore. Her eyes were narrowed but as she got up she spoke. "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Lancer. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again real soon. But a piece of advice. I would choose my friends wisely because I wouldn't want anything like this to happen to you again." With that she opened the file folder and threw it down on the table. There was the pictures from four months ago staring back at her; covered in bruises half naked. Christine felt bile rise in her throat. The woman didn't even take the folder with her as she left. Just leaving it there to stare Christine in the face. Christine turned her head though so she wouldn't have to look at it anymore. Officer Hale walked back into the room to get her.

After he got over to the table and saw the pictures he sucked in a breath. "Jesus Christ" he said looking at the open folder. "What the hell happened to you?"

Grabbing the pictures out of the file and stuffing them into her bag she sighed. "Well let's see I was in a relationship with a guy who beat the shit out of me every day. Those pictures were taken at the hospital the night after he drugged, beat, and raped me. Now if we could please get this done I'd really like to leave."

She stood up and waited for him to take her back out front. He closed the folder and picked it up leading the way out the door. Officer Hale pointed towards a row of seats against the wall and told Christine to go sit over there.

"You need to call a parent or guardian to come pick you up."

"What if I don't have a parent or guardian? I've been emancipated since I was fifteen."

"Well someone over the age of eighteen needs to come pick you up since you've been drinking."

Christine laughed and dug her phone out of her bag. Dialing the number she put it up to her ear.

"Christine? Where the hell are you?"

"I need you to come pick me up at the police station. These dumbasses have had me in here for the past half hour." Looking over she saw that Officer Hale was staring at her and he had obviously heard her call him a dumbass. "I mean these outstanding officers of the law have had me here for the past half hour." She said smiling a big fake smile at him.

"Son of a bitch. I'll be there in a few."

"Alright," she said hanging up the phone.

Officer Hale came over and sat down beside her. Letting out a sigh he said "This time you're getting off with a warning."

"Because you brought me in here on a bogus charge so that your butch friend could question me?"

He looked at her and shook his head letting out another sigh.

"You really shouldn't talk to police officers that way; you can get yourself in a lot of trouble."

"Yeah sure, but Officer Hale I'm just curious of one thing. How old are you?"

Averting his eyes and focusing on the clipboard in his hands he mumbled "I'm twenty one."

Christine started laughing and he glared at her.

"What the hell's so funny?" he asked angrily.

"I knew you were younger but that young? Oh my gosh I thought you were at least twenty nine."

Looking hurt he asked "You think I look that old?"

"No no no. It's just aren't you supposed to be old if you're an officer?"

"Not always. I went to the academy right after I graduated high school."

"What made you want to be an officer?"

"In high school all the gang stuff was just as bad as it is now. I wanted to put a stop to it."

Christine thought about Jax and the stuff the club was into.

"That's a good reason," she said looking up to meet his kind eyes.

"I also joined to protect people from stuff like what happened to you. Sorry she showed you that stuff. I'll be glad when they pack up and get out of here."

"It's okay."

"Listen what she said though about you hanging with the wrong people…" he ripped a piece off of the paper on the clipboard and handed it to her. "If you're ever in trouble call me. Okay?"

Christine wasn't sure to make of this but she stuffed it in her bag.

"Okay."

Christine heard the door behind her open so she turned to see who it was. It was Jax walking towards her with that walk that drove her crazy. She grabbed her back and went to go meet him half way until she saw that Jax was pissed. He walked over and ignored Christine completely.

"What the fuck did you bring her in here before?"

"That's police business and I don't believe it concerns you Jax."

"The hell it doesn't" he said moving in closer to the officer.

Christine started to panic. It was one thing to be a smartass to a cop but to start yelling at them and to get into a fight was a whole different story. Officer Hale had gotten on his feet and she tried to put herself between them. That's when Christine saw Agent Stahl with her smug little grin walking towards them. Christine knew that it was going to get worse if she didn't get him out of there.

Reaching up and putting her hands on either side of his face to try and get his attention she said "Jax. Jax please look at me," in a quiet voice.

It got his attention and he looked down at her. Christine put an arm around his waist and steered him towards the door.

"Jackson Teller" Agent Stahl drawled out in a condescending way.

Christine winced at the sound of her voice.

"Come on Jax lets just go," she whispered.

But Jax was already turning around to see who was talking to him. Agent Stahl walked on up with that grin still permanently attached to her face.

"Yeah?" he said.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting," she said sticking out her hand. "I'm Agent Stahl. I'm with ATF."

Christine felt Jax tense up and she tightened her grip on him.

"Got sent here to handle some... problems," she said looking Jax up and down.

"Come on Jax lets go." Christine said

"Oh Miss Lancer don't forget what I said. Choose your friends wisely. We wouldn't want things to get bad for you again."

Officer Hale moved over then yelling at Agent Stahl. "That's enough of that! You can't just come in here and patronize people that way."

While Officer Hale was getting into a heated confrontation with Stahl Christine drug Jax outside.

"That's why they brought you here?"

"Yeah."

"Son of a bitch. Come on we gotta get back over to the club and tell everybody," he said walking towards his bike.

Christine was adamant about following him not wanting to go back there.

"And what did she mean by in your file?"

Christine sighed taking the helmet he was holding out from him. "When I was in there she was telling me I should be careful who I hang out with unless I want to end up like I was four months ago and she showed me those pictures. No stop," she said grabbing his writs when he turned to walk back in the building. "Let's just get to the club and get this over with. I'm tired Jax."

"Alright." He said getting on his bike.

Putting her bag across her body and then putting on the helmet she climbed onto the back of his bike. Reaching up underneath his t-shirt she grabbed onto him like he was a life line and he cranked the bike. Taking a last look towards the police station she saw Officer Hale standing outside watching. Jax took off and the building and Officer Hale faded into the distance.

Pulling up at the club Christine saw that there were a few guys outside smoking and talking. Getting closer she saw that it was halfsack, Tig, and Opie. They started walking over to where Jax was pulling in next to all the other bikes.

"Clay's pissed you know," Opie said letting out a big cloud of smoke.

"One of Luann's girls called Gemma. She's in there now and she was pissed about what you two did, especially you hitting Clay, but then when she found out what Clay asked me to do… let's just say pissed doesn't even begin to describe it," Tig said.

Christine sighed getting more and more nervous. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation and a confrontation with Gemma at that.

"You go ahead in there and do what you need to do Jax I'll wait out here," she whispered to Jax.

"Oh no you gotta come in and let us know what was said at the police station. We're gonna need every detail."

"What happened at the police station?" Tig asked meeting Christine's eye for the first time.

"Let's just make her tell the story one time but ATF's in town. Go round up everybody and tell them we've gotta do church right now."

"Shit!" Tig groaned.

Tig, Opie, and Halfsack quickly took off in three different directions to let everyone know that there was a meeting. Christine climbed off the back of Jax's bike taking off her helmet. Jax got off and grabbed her hand pulling her inside. As soon as the door was open though Christine heard Gemma yelling.

"Of all the dumb shit you've done. I told you not to fucking mess with her and you couldn't even trust my word on it? I hope you don't think you're getting any pussy anytime soon! Do you think pushing Jax away like this is good for the club? "

Christine hadn't noticed that she had stopped until Jax squeezed her hand and started pulling her again.

"Come on, she's not that bad."

They continued to walk and no one else was in the club that Christine could tell other than Gemma, Clay, Jax, and her.

"Mom, Clay you two need to come out here."

Gemma appeared in the doorway of the clubs meeting room where she and Clay had obviously been fighting. Her face was red and she looked livid.

"Where the hell have you two been? You can't just leave everything fucked up like this and then leave!"

"Mom calm down. Christine's been at the police station for the past hour. I told Ope and Tig to round everybody up. We've got more serious shit to worry about."

Fifteen minutes later Christine was surrounded by Clay, Bobby, Tig, Chibs, Opie, Halfsack, Piney, Juice, Happy, Gemma, and Jax in the meeting room. Never being in this room before she was kind of in awe. Especially at the table that they were all sitting around. It was wood but in the middle the Reaper that was the clubs symbol was carved and it was beautiful.

"Now tell everybody exactly what happened," Gemma encouraged sitting on her left while Jax was sitting on her other side.

"Well when I pulled out of here earlier I saw a car down the block through my rear view mirror pull out too. The car followed me for like two blocks and then the lights flashed on. So obviously they were waiting for someone to pull out. Whether they knew it was me or not I don't know. It was a cop. After he made me get out and do a breathalyzer he tells me that he has to take me in because I was drinking underage and driving. So we get there and he takes me to an interrogation room. Well in walks this bitch who says she's ATF. Her names Agent Stahl. She's asking me about my relationship with Jax and my relationship with the Sons of Anarchy. I just didn't say anything because its none of her damn business but then she starts telling me about how since she's been watching you guys she's learned all kinds of things like how you have ties with the IRA. I didn't say anything and then…"

"Go ahead baby," Gemma said.

Christine sighed "Then she asked me why I owned a gun and I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me. I told her it was for protection and she asked me protection from what. The bitch was really pissing me off so I told her that she knew why I carried it because she'd read my records and knew everything about me. Then I told her that they brought me in there on a bullshit charge and that if she wasn't going to charge me then I wanted to leave. That pissed her off I guess and she told me that I should be careful who I hang around with if I didn't want to end up like I was four months ago. Then showed me those pictures."

Christine stared down at the table not wanting to meet anyone's eye because she felt like she was about to cry.

"What pictures?" Juice asked.

"Nothing that concerns the club it's just…" Jax said.

She was sick and tired of running from her past. It was getting too strenuous to have to keep that part of her a secret.

Christine cut him off. "They were pictures of me from four months ago. The pictures," she said pulling the pictures out of her bag and throwing them in the middle of the table. "Of me the night after Chris drugged me and then dragged me to the back of his car. Where he beat me and he raped me."

Jax reached over and grabbed her other hand underneath the table running his thumb back in forth in a soothing motion over the top of her own. Juice's curiosity got the best of him and he leaned forward sliding the pictures towards him. Christine watched as shock washed over his face and then he looked up at her.

"Shit! A guy did that to you?"

"Yeah" she whispered.

Clay who was sitting at the head of the table beside him took them out of Juice's hand and looked at them. He wiped his hand down his face and it went on like that with each one of them taking a turn to look at it. She didn't really understand why they all wanted to look at it but she figured it must just be curiosity. When everybody got done they just sat there for a minute but Christine had to say something else.

"Look. I know that that shit is shocking when you're seeing it for the first time. But it's in the past. I don't want any of you assholes treating me any differently. But what do we do about the ATF agent? What do you need me to do? This bitch is most definitely out for blood."

Clay cleared his throat. "We gotta get this bitch off our back."

Gemma turned towards Christine "Come on; let's let the boys discuss this in private."

Christine squeezed Jax's hand and then stood up grabbing her bag and walked out with Gemma. Gemma closed the door behind them. Christine thought about how her car was still sitting on the side of the road.

"Gemma can you do me a favor?"

"Sure what do you need?"

"Will you take me to my car? It's like two maybe three blocks from here."

"Yeah come on."

They walked out to Gemma's car and got in. Christine showed Gemma which way to go and then pulled in behind Christine's car and let her out. After getting out Christine leaned back down to speak to Gemma.

"It's almost five in the morning and I really just want to get some rest. Will you let Jax know that I went to the hotel?"

"Alright I'll tell him. Oh and Christine,"

"Yeah,"

"Don't be too hard on Clay and Tig. It's just really important to protect the club. You understand that right?"

"Yeah and thank you," she said closing the door and walking over to her own car. Getting inside she put her bag in the passenger seat and pulled out her keys cranking the car. Riding across town she thought about how she had been so scared for everyone to find out she had been raped and about what Chris had done to her. But she felt stronger somehow. Like everything was actually going to be alright. Pulling into the parking lot of the hotel she dug the bottle of Jack out from underneath the seat and turning around and leaning over her seat she dug around in the boxes until she found the pair of boxers and t-shirt Jax had let her borrow the other night. She figured is he did come he would need something clean to sleep in. Not needing anything else, since her clothes were already in her bag, she got out of the car and walked into the lobby of the hotel. Walking up to the front desk she saw that it was the same guy from earlier. So much had happened since she'd been here.

"Excuse me," she said getting the guys attention from the TV he was watching.

"Can I help you?" he said standing up.

"Yeah, a friend of mine got us a room and I don't have a key."

"I can't just give you a key to his room."

Christine sighed getting agitated. "Look just give me a room then."

Christine got everything filled out and then got her key from him heading back out the door and towards the actual rooms. The part of the hotel that the rooms were in was actually another building that was on the other side of the pool. There were only two floors in the hotel and she was lucky enough to get one on the bottom floor. Walking over to the door she slid the key into the key reader and opened it. Nothing looked better than the bed. It had been an extremely long day. Closing the door and sitting her stuff on the dresser to her right that had a TV on it she started taking off her clothes. Once she had her night clothes on she pulled her cellphone and texted Jax to let him know that she was in room 302 and poured some of the whiskey in one of the little paper cups that come in the hotel room filling it about half full she carried her phone and the cup over to the bed and sat back against the headboard crossing her legs at the ankles letting the stress of the day go.