After receiving word that the boys had made it safely to Ireland - Chuckie passes along another message from Clay. The business with the Irish was the business with the Irish. They still had a lot to take care of at home. Back in Charming, Tig was still sitting in a jail cell waiting for someone to post his bail. To his surprise - it wasn't Kozik or one of the prospects that came to his rescue; but, Tara and Lana instead. Lana followed Unser into his office and Tara waited with Tig while an officer unlocked his cell.

"Lana, you mind telling me what that stunt was all about?" Unser gave a pleading look. He was knee deep in the shit as much as they were. The club, Clay and Gemma rather; making it increasingly harder to turn a blind eye. The hospital stunt was the last straw for him. He had to put his foot down. Had to do his job. The badge didn't mean shit anymore. He had hoped by asking Lana - that she'd show some allegiance to the law, and Hale.

"I don't know what you're talking about Wayne." Lana turns to grab a picture off of his desk. It was one in Hale's office - of the both of them. Long before she ever came to Charming. She smiles softly before looking up at him. "I was just as surprised as you were. Shit, they don't tell me anything. I was dating Superman, remember. This is a good picture of you two." She held it up to show him as if he'd never seen it before. "I always thought he hated you, but he looks so happy."

The both of them sat there in silence and Unser mused to himself the memories he had left of Hale. Here was his would-be widow; signing release papers for a Samcro member. He had a hard time believing her statement; and it made him a little sad. "I told Tara this earlier, and it bares repeating..." He sits up from his chair and clears his throat. "The FBI will be talking to the hospital personnel about Gemma's escape... and all the people involved." Lana gives a look of indifference and he continues."If you maybe forgot to tell us something in your statement."

"I didn't," Lana turns to Tara and Tig now at the door and gives a heavy sigh back at Unser behind the desk. "Like I said, I had no idea Gemma was planning on escaping. Everything I said was the truth. You're free to believe what you want. Can we go?"

"Yeah, yeah you guys can go, but uhh Tig. I should probably tell you that your license has been suspended because of the car chase you created when Gemma got away." Lana gets up from her chair while Tig groans and complains about not being able to ride; and Lana hands Unser the picture of he and Hale. "He really loved you and the person you were becoming in Charming. Don't tarnish what he saw in you now that he's dead." Lana goes pale and looks at him in shock.

"Alright, we're done here." Tig reaches for Lana's arm and pulls her towards the door before giving Unser an annoyed look. Once Tara and Lana are out of the office he shakes his head with a finger pointed at Unser. "You can be a real asshole, you know that?"

"Get out of my office Tig."

Tara had quickly decided hiding in Jax's house was the last place she wanted to be; and found herself joining Lana at the Clubhouse. She really did envy how easy it came to Lana. To just ignore everything going on and pretend to be Gemma. Maybe she wasn't pretending to be Gemma though, which was a scary thought in itself. Still, she couldn't help herself from admiring the woman; knowing the truth that so few did.

"Hey Tara - how are you holding up?" Kozik spread his arms and pulled the brunette in for a hug. Tara let out a sigh and perched her lips closed. "Who's your friend? I've seen her around here quite a bit." Both of them stare at Lana converse with Chuckie and when they make eye contact - he gives a wave. "Introduce me."

"What? No." Tara looked almost perplexed in her response before holding in laughter. "I'm not doing that." Before she had any say in the matter though Kozik was already heading over to where Lana was. Tara saw that Tig was not far away though and for once really sat back to enjoy the show that would eventually transpire. She never really found the humor everybody else did in what happened within the club.

Lana continues her gabfest with Chuckie about the rest of Hale's things since he'd be helping her now that Juice was in Ireland. She's interrupted by Kozik and gives an equally amused face when he extends his hand and introduces himself to her. "Yeah, yeah I know. We didn't get to meet but I saw you in here a few days ago." Lana smiles, and Kozik can't help but return the gesture - she was cute. "Lana. How long are you here for?"

"Forever if you're here." Kozik can't help but laugh. He knew his lines were cheesy as hell, but the laugh that escaped Lana's lips were justification that cheesy was welcomed. "Sorry. My bad... I know how dumb that sounds."

Still smiling, Lana dismissed his apology. "Please don't apologise. After the past few weeks I've had - I need cheesy comments like that in my life." Tara arched a brow at that and gave Lana a knowing look.

"Lana used to be Hale's girl." Tara spoke up before joining Lana and Kozik at the bar. "Until the club got him killed." Immediately regretting saying that, Tara apologized, but encouraged Chuckie to pour her a drink. Might as well right?

"Oh shit," Kozik whispered - his entire expression changed and Lana looked away. Another person with an opinion of who they think she is without actually knowing. "I heard about Hale man, sorry to hear that. I didn't put two and two together I guess. I didn't really know him. You changed your hair." He could see Lana's demeanor change and knew it was a sensitive subject, or still very fresh.

"What?" Lana brushed her raven hair behind her ear and glanced up at him.

"It was red. That's why I didn't recognize you. You colored it dark - It looks nice." Kozik gave a soft apologetic smile and cleared his throat. "So Lana... you ride?" She shakes her head in response and his eyes light up. "I can teach you. Today even, I can teach you today!"

"You know what?" Lana smiles from ear to ear and then glances over at Tig - who was still so damn cold towards didn't even have the energy to figure out his reasons this time. "Why the hell not. Let's go!"

Outside, Lana follows behind Kozik while he rambles on and on about the different kinds of motorcycles that all of the guys in the club drive. She had to be honest that none of this really made any sense to her. She also didn't care much about cars, or bikes for that matter. What Unser had said to her in the station had more of an effect on her than she realized. "Whatever," the response was to her own thoughts, but when Kozik looked up at her; she panicked. "Uhhh, Sorry. A lot going on up here today." She motioned to her head and gives a weak smile.

Kozik, confused just brushes it off. "So tell me about yourself Lana. I know you're nobody's old lady here - why are you here?" The question came off as abrasive, at best - Lana straightened her posture and cleared her throat. Kozik patiently waited for a response, but she wasn't really sure if he actually deserved one. He wasn't even a real member of the club. Not until they voted him in, anyway. "You're not a cop are you?"

"Seriously?" That question annoyed her more and more every time she heard it. "No, I'm not a cop." Rolling her eyes before hopping up on the picnic table. "You know about Hale."

"Yeah, I know about Hale..." Kozik sits down next to her and clasps his hands together before turning to speak to her. "But I also know that my boy Tig looks at you like I've never seen him look at nobody. You didn't hesitate to come out here with me."

"...you just beat the shit out of each other two days ago." Perplexed, Lana couldn't help but laugh. "I'm nobody's old lady - you were right about that. Tig, he doesn't see me like you guys all seem to think; at least, not anymore. Shit got too complicated, too fast." Kozik gives a rub on her arm and smiles against her. "And, I didn't come out here to get closer to you." The sarcasm in her voice was as evident as possible. Hopping off the table, she looks back with a smirk, "no offence; but dumb blondes aren't my type."

Mid stuffing pizza in her mouth - Lana turned when she heard a knock on her front door. She glanced over at the sleeping Tara and Lyla and then checked for her gun. Her gun. Who was she. There was a time in her life where she'd been afraid to handle guns on her own and now she'd owned one. The club had completely transformed her... in a lot of ways; fearing for who was on the other side of the door was one of them. It'd been a long day for the women. The situation at hand bringing them all closer together. Girls night, Lana mused before another knock on the door brought her quickly back. She took a quick glance behind the curtain and gripped the gun to her side with a heavy sigh.

"I saw you in the window," the voice outside called. Looking back at the girls asleep on her couch; Lana slowly opened her door. Her hand held the pistol close, and she was afraid she was trembling so much that he'd notice. "I'm not here to hurt you Lana, I promise."

"That's what you said the last time you were here and I ended up with a bullet in my god damned stomach." Her hands were trembling even more now and she held the gun up in and pointed it at his face. "I'll kill you this time."

"Lana, stop." The man moved closer and wrapped his fingers around the nose of the gun and slowly pulled it from her, before handing it back. He glanced behind her at two women sleeping and then motioned for another room. "You were in Oregon last week. You think that doesn't go unnoticed? I saw you in the damned security video outside of his gates. Dad would have... Besides, I had an investment deal here today - I just wanted to see..."

"He's not my father," Lana whispered before motioning for the kitchen. "What are you doing here Landon? What investment deal? You have no ties to Charming." Lana nervously drummed her hands softly against the counter and watched as her brother sat at her kitchen table. "One call to the club and you're dead. S..so you better start talking." She had to admit - she was curious why her brother would come all this way - if not for her - then what.

Dumbfounded by the statement, Landon's brow furrowed before he finally started to speak. "Who the hell are you? Lana. Jesus Christ. I saw you guys leaving the clinic and I followed you, okay. You don't think that dumb bimbo didn't call me the second she ran into you?" He rose from his chair and Lana moved back - wanting to face him at all times. "Lana - he's got all his guys watching for you. Ever since we were in Charming - you're on a shoot to kill order." He shakes his head, abeit sadly. "You know what he's capable of.

"I didn't go to Oregon to kill him. I didn't even come to Charming to get away from him, not really." Lana took a deep breath. "Mom had a lot of secrets Landon. All of them pointing here and..."

"Lan, you know he's untouchable. He can't die..."

Glancing up at his words, she was almost taken by surprise at the acclamation. "All men can die, Landon." Startled again by another knock on her door - Lana looks up and sees Tara standing in the kitchen doorway. Landon rises from his chair and moves to take a step towards Lana, but Tara moves in closer and he stops. Both women exchange a look and Lana moves forward and wraps her arms around her brother. "I promise when all of this is over - I'll find you, and I'll tell you everything.

"I called Tig." Tara warned and quietly watched as Lana showed her brother out of her home through the back door. She sighs and puts a reassuring arm on Lana's shoulder. "You okay?" Lana nods in response and lets out a heavy sigh. "I have to go to the hospital - I just didn't recognize the voice, I didn't know what to do." Tara stares blankly at the woman and then lets out a sigh when Tig and Kozik let themselves in, guns drawn.

"Yeah," Lana wiped her tears and straightened out; having recognized the look of fear in her brothers eyes. She called out to Tara who was gathering all of her things to leave. She moved aside when Tig and Kozik continued to search the house - no matter how much she tried to reassure them - it was nothing. "Hey Tara? Do you think people can change?"

"No," Tara responded - matter of fact - in tone. "I think we just get better at hiding who we really are."