AN: I know I have multiple stories going on but know that I fully intend to keep up with all that already exist and any new ones that might come later. I just have all these different SoA worlds in my head that I just can't keep to myself. So I share them with you.

SN: The usually I don't own, I do own spiel. Kurt Sutter is a genius spiel. Y'all know the usuals.

SO HERE IT IS! MORE RIZZO & HAPPY!

Chapter 12: Don't Catch A Bullet

Flashback

"Gotta go again."

"The fuck? Not even a week and you're rollin out again?"

"Yeah. But know I'd rather be here with you."

"Don't suck up now. Full disclosure time..the fuck is going on, Happy?"

"Apparently there are some people that aren't feelin the new leadership in Manny's old crew. Jax offered the club's services if needed."

"Should I be packin at all times and keepin an extra close eye on Harley?"

"Like you're not already packin. And there's no threat to Harley so need to smother him more than usual."

"I don't smother my son. So I take it Tig's on babysitting duty again?"

"Yeah. That a problem?"

"Nah. Just don't go two weeks with no contact this time. Be safe. Don't catch any bullets or blades."

"Aight. Love you. Be back as soon as I can."

"Love you too. And I'll try not to drive Tig crazier."

End flashback.

Happy was gone again. One week was all I got before he was hired out again. I was trying to occupy myself with being a mother and my job to keep from missing my man too much. I was on lunch with Tara when I got a text from Happy. Shit's gone a little sideways. Keep an eye out. Do whatever Tig says. Be back when I can.

"Son of a notherfuckin bitch." I yelled after I finished reading.

"What's wrong." Asked Tara.

"How much does Jax tell you?"

"We have full disclosure. Why?"

"So you have an idea why Happy's gone?"

"Yeah."

"Happy texted me to keep an eye out and to do whatever Tig says. Which reading between the lines means shit hit the fan."

"You okay?"

"Yeah. As long as Happy stays safe and comes back in the same condition he left in I'll be okay. So long as Harley's safe, between me and Tig he is, I'm okay. That doesn't mean I don't worry just means I'm okay."

"Well maybe more work will help keep your worry level down. Besides it's my last day before my maternity."

"You'd work right up to the second your contractions start, wouldn't you?" We went back to work and that did help a was waiting for me and Harley by my car at the end of my shift. Harley damn near jump out of my arms at the sight of his surrogate grandfather. "How's my little man?" Tig asked Harley. "That good." Tig said in response to Harley's babbling. Tig strapped Harley in his car seat and followed us home.

It was the middle of the night and I was being woken up. "Rizzo, get up." I opened one eye to find Tig standing next to my bed. "What."

"Gotta get to St. Thomas." My heart dropped. "Tara's in labor."

"Fuck, don't freak me out like that, Tig."

"Sorry." Tig said with a smile that didn't seem apologetic at all. Few minutes later I was headed out the door as Tig promised to watch Harley like a hawk, which I didn't doubt. I arrived at St. Thomas just in time to catch an excited Jax annouce that he and Tara were parents to a baby girl. Everyone in the waiting was excited. Jax and Tara had decided not to tell anyone the baby's gender. "Hey Teller, can I meet my goddaughter?" I asked some time later. When I walked into Tara's hospital she was looking at her daughter all smiles. Tara handed the little bundle of joy to me. "That's unfair. You two get a combo baby while mine looks like a miniature version of his father. What's her name?"

"Grace Rose Teller." Jax answered.

"Hey Grace. Now Harley has someone to play with."

"Or date." Tara chuckled.

"My kid's not dating ever." Jax and I said at the same time.

"Seriously Knowles? Your last day of work and you go into labor."

"Grace decided she didn't want to wait a week." I stayed for a while longer then headed out to go home to my own baby. I checked the time when I got home and realized I could catch a few winks before Harley woke up. When I finally woke up I heard Tig's voice and followed it to the kitchen where I found Tig feeding Harley breakfast. Tig asked after the welfare of Tara and the baby and said he'd see them when I took Harley by St. Thomas.

I was at the nurses' station completing paper when a hospital administration informed me I was needed in the ER. I didn't think anything of it as I headed that way. I occasionally made trips to the ER. However I completely started having an mini, inner panic attack when I saw a bunch of Sons standing around looking worried. I walked towards the Sons as my heart sank lower and lower. When I got close enough I was enveloped in a fatherly hug from Tig. Whatever his here for is bad. Me and Tig don't hug. "What's wrong?" I asked no one in particular knowing Tig would answer.

"Hap got shot on his way back."

"How bad?" I hoped my voice didn't sound like I felt, which was worried, scared and pissed.

"Don't know yet."

"Family of Happy Lowman?" Asked a doctor I wasn't familiar with but had seen around. I approached the doctor with Sons on my heels. The doctor started talking as I was close enough. He didn't look none to happy about the pack of bikers with me. Tough titty. "Mr Lowman was hit multiple times. We removed the bullet. He has a punctured lung. Thankfully no major arteries were hit although one bullet came dangerosly close. I can only let Ms. Carter in to see him once we get him settled in ICU." I nodded my head in understanding. When the doctor was gone spun around, looking Tig dead in the eye. "I wanna who did this so I can watch them suffer as a cut their heart out.

"Rizzo..." Tig said in a cautious tone.

"Now's not the time for the 'know an Old Lady's place' speech Tig."

"When we find the bastard or bastards, they're all yours." Clay said.

"Good. Where's Harley?"

"With Gemma. Didn't think he needed to be around for this." The doctor came back to take me to see Happy. When I walked into the ICU room, the tears finally came. Every emtion I'd managed to keep under wraps in front of the guys collided into each other. I wasn't sure which one was making cry the most and I didn't care. I sat in the chair next to the bed, stroking Happy's hand. I prayed, which I haven't done in years. When the tears stop I silently swore by whatever deity was listening that somebody would pay for this. No body hurt my loved ones and got away with it.