It had taken Harley a good few weeks to figure out just what was going on around Charming. It seemed as though the time she had spent away was used to fuck up everything and anything the small town held dearly. Though she had doubts, Clay had returned one evening to tell his daughter that the club had taken care of the Nordics and that she wouldn't be bothered by them again. She had her doubts about what had actually happened between the club and the Nordics but had taken her mother's advice and kept her mouth shut.

However, for one reason or another, Harley couldn't help but grow annoyed with the way her life was going now that she was back home. Though she had not been bothered by the Nordics in weeks, she now found the presence of an ATF Agent, June Stahl lingering almost everywhere she went. Though the Agent had yet to talk to her, Harley knew from word of the mouth that it was bound to happen. The blonde had spoken to most of the club members, some more than once trying to tie them to anything she possibly could.

Just as Harley suspected, the blonde Agent had made her presence known on a sunny Saturday morning when Harley had offered to run to the store and pick up some cleaning products for the clubhouse. She had been reading a bottle of what she thought was polish when she noticed the woman beside her, looking over the bottles on the shelf, her arm almost brushing up against Harley.

Harley turned her head to look at the woman, a small smirk falling on her face despite the fact that she knew the woman could probably ruin her life if she wanted too. "Finally had the balls to speak to me then, Agent?" She asked in amusement, raising a brow as the blonde turned to look at her. "It's taken you long enough. You didn't take nearly as long to approach my mother from what I've heard."

Stahl's face fell blank for a moment before she forced a small smile onto it. "It's helpful to know that your family talk about me." She said, noticing the way Harley's amusement never once left her face. The blonde was almost annoyed that she hadn't managed to at least make the brunette uncomfortable. If anything, Harley was one of the last options she had to try and infiltrate SAMCRO. "I've been meaning to talk to you actually." She added, watching as Harley raised a soft brow and made a small noise as she dropped the bottle into the basket she was holding. "How is it that a girl like you turned out that way you have done?"

Stahl fought against her own grin as she watched Harley frown and turn to look at her. "What do you mean, the way I have?" She found herself asking before she had a chance to stop herself. "And what do you mean a girl like me?" She all but demanded, turning to make her way down the next isle to grab some paper towels, annoyed to find the blonde trailing behind her.

"A girl like you." Stahl began, crossing her arms as she watched Harley survey the row of paper towels. "Born and raised SAMCRO. Your father is the president of the charter and your mother is the so-called Queen. You were raised around the men and the club, seeing things that no child should probably have to see... Yet you've turned out the way you are. Level headed, polite... Normal even." She trailed off as she heard the snort Harley released.

"I'm far from normal, Agent." She told her, shaking her head as she chuckled, finding the whole situation laughable. "Seems to me like you've just said that my family aren't normal."

"I meant the club." Stahl told her, a grin on her face as she noticed the way Harley seemed to glare at her in slight anger at her words. "I never mentioned your family."

Harley nodded slowly, grabbing a pack of towels and dropping it into her basket before she moved to the wipes at the end of the isle. "See, that's your second mistake." She said, chewing the inside of her cheek as she took a look at the options on the shelves. "The club is my family. Want to know what your first mistake was?" Stahl nodded slowly, wondering what she had even said. "You assumed you knew shit about me."

It was Stahl's turn to chuckle as she shook her head. "Harley Rose Morrow, born January 6th 1995 to a Mr. Clarence Morrow and a Mrs. Gemma Teller-Morrow in Charming, California. Sister to a Jackson Nathaniel Teller and Thomas Wayne Teller, the latter of whom died before you were even born." Stahl spoke so professionally that Harley had hard time keeping her amusement back. "Named Harley after Clay's love for motorbikes and Rose after Gemma's mother."

Harley clapped her hands a few times, nodding as she grinned at the blonde. "Wow, it's great to know that you've got someone in your pocket who tells you shit... Was it Unser? Doesn't matter really... I don't know why you needed that information because it's going to get you nowhere." Harley shrugged slightly. "I'm not a member of the club. If you want dirt on me, go read my file... Oh, wait... There isn't one because I've never been arrested." Harley told the Agent, her grin widen at the look on her face. "That's probably the reason why you ran off to Wayne asking questions about me, right? Because you know there's nothing you can hold over me?"

Harley took Stahl's locked jaw and silence as a yes as she nodded, grabbing a pack of wipes and moving towards the register in order to pay for her goods. Though she hoped Stahl was finished trying to intimidate her, she couldn't help but sigh when the Blonde came into vision once more. "I know what happened to Gemma."

Shrugging slightly, Harley handed the money to the cashier before she turned to raise a brow at her. "A lo of things have happened to Gemma, you're going to have to be more specific." She said, thanking the woman behind the till before she moved towards the exit, sighing in annoyance when the blonde followed.

However, Harley came to a dead stop when the next three words flowed from Stahl's mouth as though she spoke them regularly. "About the rape."

"You what?" Harley demanded, turning to all but hiss at the woman in front of her. Stahls eyes widened ever so slightly, noticing the way the younger woman seemed to seethe at the words she was telling her. It was clear to her that Harley had no clue about the trauma her mother had been subjected to and almost regretted telling her... Almost.

"Sorry, you mean to tell me that the so called SAMCRO family are not as tight as I initially thought them to be?" Stahl asked, finally finding something she could possibly use to persuade Harley to give up the club if she worked hard enough. "Or perhaps it's just you who doesn't know..." Harley eyed the blonde, trying to figure out if what she was being told was correct or if the Agent was a sick liar. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you, Harley."

Harley frowned, shaking her head slightly as she pulled the door open harshly and set off for the SUV Gemma had let her borrow until her car was either fixed or scrapped and a new one bought. Almost as soon as she had entered the driver's seat, Harley shoved the bag of goods to the back and pulled her phone out, dialling her mother's number in an instant.

"Hey Baby, everything alright?" Gemma's voice flew through the phone as Harley's eyes narrowed at the tone she used. "I'm out with Tara picking up groceries with Abel and Sack. You manage to pick up what I asked for?"

"Yeah, look I need to talk to you." Harley spoke up, shoving the keys into the ignition and pressing her foot on the gas. "I've just seen that Agent Stahl, and she's just s-"

"Hold that thought, Sweetie." Gemma muttered, her voice barely above a whisper and sounding as though she had found something much more interesting that talking with her daughter. "I've got to go... Get to Jax's house and drop the supplies of there. I love you." With that said, Gemma hung up as Haley scoffed and shook her head, wondering what was so interesting.

Harley bit the inside of her cheek, her anger beginning to spike at the fact that she had all but been hung up on. She filled through her contacts, looking for Clay's number before she dialled it and waited for him to pick up. "Harley, I'm a bit busy at the moment." Harley laughed out dryly, shaking her head once more. "What do you need, make it quick, sweetheart."

"Don't fucking bother, Dad!" She shouted down the phone, hanging up and throwing it to the floor in a fit of rage. Harley pushed her foot on the pedal a little harder as she made the short journey from the store to Jax's house, muttering cursed words under her breath as she did so.

If there was one thing she hated more than anything it was being left out of the loop. It wasn't enough that she was born a girl and therefore not allowed a patch in SAMCRO, but she had to be one of the youngest around, everyone treating her as though she wasn't worthy of knowing anything that went on around the club.

It was one of the many reasons why she was such a rebellious child, always being found in places she shouldn't be and more often than not, listening into meetings and taking in word of the mouth about everything that happened in the club since she could even talk. She knew that Stahl wouldn't find a record on her because there simply wasn't one to be found. If there was one thing she had learned growing up SAMCRO, it was to work hard and try harder. Course she had broken the law more times than she probably should have, however, she had always managed to disappear or make it seem as though she had never been around when anything happened.

As she pulled the car to a stop outside Jax's house, she noticed that Tara's car was nowhere to be found. Harley excited the car and slammed the door behind her, making her way up the path and moved towards the grass to find the stone Tara had told her had a spare key beneath it. Once she had found it, Harley unlocked the door and entered the house, slamming it shut behind her.

Not bothering to take her jacket off, Harley moved towards the bowl of fruit on the kitchen table and began to search through it, pulling a red apple out and taking a bite just as she heard a rumble of a car coming from out front. Harley waited, chewing on her apple as she watched the door open as Tara entered the house.

She raised a brow in acknowledgement when Tara smiled at her in greeting, resting Abel's car seat on the kitchen counter as Harley grinned and moved towards her nephew, unstrapping his belts and pulling him into her arms with a grin. "Hey sweetie." She muttered, grinning at the baby who looked up at her before he grabbed a lock of her hair. "You're so sweet, huh? Where's Gemma?" She found herself asking Tara who had begun to put her groceries away.

"She... She said that she's doing her bit for the club." Tara told her as she eyed Harley who frowned. "There was a blonde girl who Gemma recognized. I told Half-Sack to stay with her in case she needed a quick way out" Was all she added as she closed the cupboard. Harley muttered something about Gemma being a crazy bitch under her breath.

"You know I found something out today... From that Agent Stahl." Harley spoke up, trying to figure out if Tara knew anything about Gemma or if it was even true. "She was trying to get some Intel on anything the club does but told me that G-" She was interrupted as the door was pushed open, both woman jumping slightly as they looked at each other. "Jax?"

"It's just me!" Half-Sack called out, coming into view as Harley and Tara visibly relaxed slightly. Harley shook her head, cursing herself for being so jumpy as she turned to cradle Abel against her chest as his eyes began to droop.

Tara waited for a moment, trying to look around his body before she spoke up "Where's Gemma?"

"I don't know." He replied, shrugging as his eyes were blown wide. "Feds raided the house. I had to leave." Harley blinked a few times, watching Tara squeeze her eyes shut in annoyance. To say that she was confused would be an understatement. "You better call Jax." Harley watched as Tara swore under her breath and moved to the phone, picking it up and beginning to dial a number.

It was silent for a few minutes as Tara held the phone to her ear, Half-Sack and Harley watching her. "Hey... I, uh... Didn't want to bother you with this but... Gemma followed Zoabelle's daughter an-" She was cut off as a sound of shock left her mouth, a gun being pointed at her as Harley gasped and Half-Sack stood up straight.