Sam looked into the black, dead eyes of a killer. She could not read Gemma's face. All she knew was Gemma had her gun and was not lowering it.

"Gemma, what are you doing?"

Gemma took a step towards Sam.

"I knew I did not trust you from the moment I met you."

"Why because I keep a gun in my home?" Sam asked trying to play the innocent card. She knew it would not last long.

Gemma moved a bit to the right. Sam could see her brown accordion file and its content spread all over the small kitchen table.

"What are you? FBI?" Gemma asked.

At that moment the secret that had been a ton of weight sitting on Sam's soul disappeared. Sam felt free. And she was not going to let Gemma get away with murder.

"No, ATF. And you are under arrest you murdering, psychotic bitch."

Gemma did not lower the gun. She kept it pointed right at Sam's heart. A kill shot.

"Who did I murder?" she asked with that cocky tone that made Sam want to punch her the first time she met her.

"Gemma Teller-Morrow, you are under arrest for the murder of Tara Knowles- Teller and Sherrif Eli Roosevelt. You have the right to remain silent..."

As Sam was reading Gemma her rights, she could see an instant of fear flash across Gemma's eyes. But still, she did not lower the gun. She kept it right on Sam.

"You have no proof of anything." Gemma said, after Sam finished.

Sam stepped forward towards Gemma.

"I have evidence. A statement from one Juan Carlos Ortiz. And don't think shooting me will make it go away. My boss and DA Patterson know all about it. You are going to pay for what you did Gemma."

Gemma looked dead in Sam's eyes.

"And what about my son? Do you think he is going to let you live knowing you are a Fed rat? I may be going to jail sweetheart, but I will go happily know my son is pissing on your grave."

"I don't know Gemma, why don't you ask him yourself." Sam said while looking over Gemma's shoulder.

Gemma turned around to see Jackson staring right at her.

"Tell him Gemma. Tell him how you stabbed his wife in the head with a meat fork. Tell him how she faught for her life. "

Gemma still had her gun on Sam. Jax was staring at his mother, with a lock of utter shock on his face.

"What Gemma, can't tell him how you beat her and tried to drown her?"

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING RAT!" Gemma screamed at Sam. That was the first time Sam had seen Gemma lose her cool. But Sam did not care.

"Did she beg for her life Gemma? Did she beg to see her boys? Did she beg for Jax or did you not even give her the chance?"

Jax took a step forward.

"Mom?"

Gemma took her eyes off of Sam and looked at Jax.

"I am so sorry baby. It was an accident…" Gemma's voice trailed off and she turned her head to Sam.

"You bitch," Gemma said with anger and disgust as she raised the gun.

"Mom, don't." Jax said with an eerie calmness that scared Sam. He pulled his gun out and pointed it right at Gemma.

Gemma turned again to Jax.

"I am so sorry Baby. I did not mean to do it. It was an accident. I thought she was going to rat. I need to protect you and SAMCRO..."

The sound of the gun fire caused Sam to jump. She was certain she was dead. It was not until she felt the warm spray of blood on her face and the floor shake from Gemma falling that Sam realized that Jax had killed his mother.

"It was self-defense." She told Don.

Don had arrived at her apartment shortly after the police and the rest of SAMCRO. They were sitting on the hood of his car. Jax was sitting in the back of a police car. The rest of SAMCRO were leaning against their bikes, silent and watching as Gemma's body was wheeled out of the apartment.

"How did she know you were ATF?"

"I don't know. When I got home, she was there. She found everything."

Don nodded.

"So Teller killed his mom to save you?"

Sam looked at Don.

"Yes."

Don nodded again.

"Ok, I'll tell Patterson. I think it is better if you get out of Charming sooner rather than later."

Sam nodded.

"Sam, I mean it. Get out now. That is an order."

Sam looked at Don.

"I understand."

Don handed her a towel and some water.

"Clean yourself up."

Don walked away and Sam looked into the back of the police car where Jax was. He was staring at her. Any life that Sam thought she had seen in his eyes was gone, and in its place was a dangerous mix of sadness and rage. Sam knew no amount of water would clean her of this mess. The man she loved wanted her dead and there was no going back from that.

Sam got off of the hood of Don's car and for this first time in many months, did as she was told and started making her way out of Charming.