Sapphires's and Whiskey

by sisko44

Third Book and a new chapters in Kate McKinney and Tig's life. A continuation of Sapphires and Whiskey.

37. Bk 3 ch 9 The Phoenix Rises

Alright ladies and gents, after a considerable hiatus of several years I was encouraged to continue this story. My initial thought was how the hell do I pick up after so many seasons had flown by?

Since my style has never been about exactly following what is happening in the club, and more about my main characters life, and involvement with a member, I decided to continue along those lines. Also my writing style has evolved a bit, hopefully for the better…the jury is still out on that. I have condensed as much of the show story lines as possible to keep the flow but not bog the story down trying to catch up.

If you're new to the story be sure to go back to the beginning of Sapphires and Whiskey to get caught up. I hope you enjoy the continuation of Kate and Tigs journey.

Sisko

Warning: Strong language and sexual content

DISCLAIMER: This is purely fictional, not meant to be sold or make a profit from.

Book 3:

Chapter 9

The Phoenix Rises

Fighting not to close his eyes he played with Kate's hair, kissing the top of her head. Holding her, watching her sleep given him peace, a peace he hadn't known in a long time. She had long since drifted off in his arms, her body entwined with his. He looked at the clock realizing it was pushing dawn. His heart grew heavy knowing this night was over.

Holding Kate as she slept, his mind kept spinning around and around. What had Jax found out about Gem? Why had Nero just up and left? How would the Charters vote today on the whole Jury and Jax issue? It could come down to a Mayhem vote, and it scared the shit out of him. He and Jax had never been close, but he cared about the kid. He'd had a hell of a run lately and he deserved a break, not more shit piled onto his plate. He knew he didn't have the stomach left for more death, more violence. He'd never be able to kill Jax if they called for Mayhem.

She stirred a bit turning her head to look at him, "hmmmm, it's not a dream." Stretching like a cat she nuzzled him playfully. Smiling down at her he ran his hand along her jaw line lightly with his first finger as he kissed her neck. Her little soft moan undid him every fucking time. Instantly all he could think was to be inside of her, forgetting life if just for a few minutes. His hand wandered down her long graceful neck as she arched her back pushing her ample breasts towards his mouth.

"Ah, that's it baby." He growled in satisfaction as his hand reached her damp heat. Her low soft laugh was music to his ears. She opened up to him as she ran her hand down his chest her fingers going in soft little circles on their way down to his hard shaft. It jumped in anticipation as she cupped his balls running her thumb over his tip. He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he rose above her, meeting his tip to her wetness and with one quick thrust he was in her. Her gasp floated up to him fueling his desire. He reached down and worked his thumb and finger in rhythm with his hips holding her in place with his other hand on her breast.

"Oh shit Alex, oh my fucking…" she never finished her sentence as she cried out with her orgasm. Her hips working furiously into his palm as he pumped into her.

"Yeah baby…oh fucking yeah…" his cock erupted into flames. Pulling his hand out of her, he caught himself on both palms pumping as his release raged on and on. Finally slowing, he lowered his cold lips and kissed her stomach as his damp forehead rested on her chest. He smiled into her as he listened to her heart beating quickly, as her breathing started to even out.

He felt her hands rubbing the back of his neck, just below his damp curls. "Alex if we keep this up I will be walking like a cowboy tomorrow."

Hearing the laughter in her voice he looked up at her. Her beautiful green eyes glistened in the glow of the alarm clock as her soft smile warmed his heart. He had slowly unwound this past day and night, finding his compass in her. "I wish we could stay here, safe away from all the shit for the rest of our days." Seeing the concern flash across her face he wished he not said anything.

Holding his face in her hands she searched his face, "Alex, I need you to promise me that you will not fall back into your usual pattern. Don't tell half-truths to keep me from worrying. Don't try to hide your worry, talk to me, let me share it, help you through it. If you can't do that, then this is all for nothing. I won't stay." He closed his eyes, as his heart ached deep in his chest. He couldn't lose her again, and he didn't want to burden her with club shit. As if she was reading his mind she added. "It doesn't matter if it's club or personal, it affects you. When it affects you it affects us…me…our relationship."

Shaking his head softly he sat on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands. He felt her move up behind him, her hand softly rubbing his back and shoulders as she sat on her knees. "You're right, so right but I've never had this with anyone. I have always kept it in. I'm going to try…really…you might have to hit me upside the head once in a while to make it stick." Feeling her soft cool lips kiss his neck he shivered, standing up quickly and moving away. Otherwise they'd end up back in bed. Looking back towards the bed he saw her grab the sheet and wrap up in it, biting her lower lip. His stomach jumped as desire flooded him. "Katie, you're biting your lower lip. You know what that does to me."

Tilting her head at him, with mischief in her eyes she looked at him licking her lips, "Oh, I'm sorry." Twirling her long hair in her fingers as she sat down Indian style wrapped in the sheet she gave him a sweet smile. "You were saying I can smack you upside the head when you get stubborn?"

Unable to stop himself he gave her a sly smile and walked towards the bed. "Don't push it woman." Leaning down he grabbed her chin, lifting her face to him. He was on fire for her again, the need for her just wouldn't abate, his body reacting as she bit her lip again. "You're doing it…again." Moving in he met her lips in a brutal kiss, nibbling on her lower lip as he held her head in place. Releasing her lips, he kept his forehead against hers, "I guess I am gonna have to show you what that makes me want to do."

Hearing her soft moan and feeling the tickle of her breath, "you are all talk Alex."

"Is that so…" taking the challenge to heart he flipped her over. Her ass in the air as her feet hit the floor. His hands rubbed her body, up her sides, around her ass, raising Goosebumps on her skin as she writhed beneath his teasing touch. Wicked thoughts tore through him as his desire warred with the pain he was holding inside. With no real motivation, just a need to let some steam off he whacked her hard on the ass with his palm. Jumping with surprise she yelped.

"What the fuck was that?" her head whipped sideways as he held her in place.

"Did it hurt?" Knowing full well it hadn't, and had likely turned her on he kissed her on the red welt, licking it. Her hips moved in response, "I didn't think so." Unable to be gentle he rammed into her from behind and without his usual care to take her with him it was a short wild ride. She lay beneath him, not moving, her hands gripping the sheets in tight fists.

Instant regret shot through him, knowing he'd likely hurt her with his aggressive outburst. His gut churned and a cold sweat broke out. He felt like hell, and was struggling to breath. He knew what this was, and he'd had these attacks on and off for the past couple of months. Secretly he'd gone to the clinic to talk to a doctor thinking he was having heart problems, but she had quickly ruled that out. For his lifestyle, smoking, drinking and drug use he was extremely healthy. She'd diagnosed him as having anxiety attacks, and had written a script for mild depression. The pills had helped even his moods out, but he still struggled occasionally when he got really upset.

Slowly she pulled herself up, wrapping in the sheet and walked towards the bathroom, never making eye contact with him. 'Shit, I pushed her too far. She's gonna leave me.' Pacing, rubbing the back of his neck he tried to calm his breathing, stop his racing mind. Dropping the sheet at the entry of the bathroom, she hesitated. Watching as she leaned against the door frame, as if it held her up, made him feel sick. She swiped angrily at her face, took a deep breath and slowly walked in.

Gripping the back of a chair tucked neatly into a makeup table for support the room began spinning. Knowing he was going to be sick he let go and stumbled into the bathroom barely making it to the sink. With his arms hugging the sink he rested his forehead on the faucet as the waves of nausea rolled through him. Struggling to breathe between the gut wrenching hurls he fought to stay conscious as the sweat rolled off him. As the panic attacks went this one was in the top 5 and knowing once he got through this he'd basically be ok he hung on willing it to end.

Feeling the warmth of a wet wash cloth on his neck he knew Katie was with him and he hated it. Hated that she'd seen him vulnerable and weak…hated that he'd lost it with her in the bedroom. A feeling of despair washed through him as he lifted his head and looked into the mirror seeing her face. He couldn't get a read off her expression, her face was blank. Her big golden green eyes shining in the vanity lights held no clues as to what she was thinking or feeling.

Silently she took his right hand and led him to the shower. With tender hands she placed him under the warm spray, letting him shake off the final waves of the panic attack. He watched her grab a gray loofa and pour some liquid soap onto it. Her face still impassive, she didn't make eye contact as she rubbed his arms, his chest and kept moving lower. The tender touch wasn't sexual, and she took her time washing him. Finishing with the front she moved around him and did the same with his back.

The shower was large enough for several people and had multiple shower heads all over the ceiling and the walls. It was set up for two to shower in comfort. She rinsed the loofa, and grabbed a shampoo bottle pouring it into her palm she felt her rubbing it into his hair. He closed his eyes, as the tension slowly melted out of him, leaving him with the dull ache of knowing he'd lost it, and hurt her in the process.

"Rinse," she pulled him back under the waterfall nozzle that hung from the ceiling. Letting it pour over him was like nothing he'd ever felt. It was mesmerizing, and relaxing. He could get used to this. "I'm okay, I'm worried about you though," her voice was soft and warm, like the water flowing over him.

How did she do that? How did she know that he was struggling? That he felt like a fly, stuck in the spiders web, immobilized in the knowledge that his life was going to change very quickly after today. Needing to talk with her, needing her support and fresh eyes on the situation he knew he would confide in her, wanted to have someone to share the burden with. It amazed him that she was offering too. He looked at her face, seeing her concern for him in her eyes. "I'm not gonna lie, or tell half-truths anymore, I need you." He turned away, tears rolling down his face, not wanting her to see his weakness. It had been hard enough to say it.

Her soft touch turned him towards her, as she held his head between her breasts. "Just breathe, I'm here. Whatever it is we can get through it together," nodding his head silently he let her hold him. Let her offer solace, peace and safety. Slowly his world came to rights. He lifted his head, looking into her eyes searching for the words to let her know he would never cross that line again. Lifting her hand she held the side of his face, "strength Alex, together we are stronger." With surprising quickness her other hand grabbed his balls and squeezed twisting them a bit. He held his breath looking into her eyes, "Don't …ever…fucking…hit…me…again. You wanna play rough? Then we need to talk about it first."

Hiding a grin, liking how she was getting her point across he held still. "A 'right," holding his hands up in supplication he added softly. "I don't even know where that came from."

"I do. And I don't like it." As she released her hold on him he took a deep breath watching her walk out of the shower, head held high. Noticing new scars on her side, clearly the evidence of her last fight with Momma his stomach knotted up. It stung knowing he'd caused that pain. With a heavy heart he watched as she wrapped up in a large towel instead of just being comfortable with him like she used too.

Padding out into the bathroom he wrapped a towel around his waist and approached her slowly. Looking into her eyes from behind into the mirror he knew she was hiding her unease. Now wasn't the time to tackle this issue. He needed to talk with her a bit more and then head out. He pulled a few strands away from her neck and kissed her gently, "I got about an hour. We can talk if you want to know."

Shaking her head yes as she moved out into the bedroom she went to a bottom drawer of a dresser and pulled out a fresh MacKinneys Paint t-shirt, along with some socks and underwear. "Here, I don't have any jeans your size…just leave your dirties and I will wash them." Not sure he wanted to know about the socks and underwear he just took them and got dressed as she went back into the bathroom. "Make me a cup of coffee please," her voice floated out to him. Burying his anger realizing she been with other guys he remembered her words and hung on to them so he wouldn't ruin this chance to get back with her. 'She's not a nun Tig. She's all women. Were you a saint without her?'

He walked down the long hallway finding the kitchen, and stood transfixed for a few moments. It was huge, hell it was the size of his little house. It was top of the line, brand fucking new. Shining with sleek lines, black and silver, and dark porcelain floors, it was cold. He heard a vacuum being run out in the den, so he took a peek. A young girl in jeans and a simple white top was working. She stopped and looked up briefly, "good morning sir. Can I make some coffee or breakfast for you?"

'Jesus Christ, she's got a fucking butler?' He would have never guessed she would have gone so stuffy upper crust. He rubbed his head in thought and confusion. 'This isn't you Katie, what is going on?' He needed a smoke and to shoot a couple texts out, "Ya, sure why not." Stepping out the back door he grabbed his smokes and phone.

After texting Chuckie to let out his girl Zoe, smiling he remembered how he'd saved her, how loving she was despite her rough treatment. He lit up and looked around the large grounds. He was in a sort of courtyard. It held a large pool, and a huge yard filled with flowers and trees. It looked like an oasis. Wings from the main house boxed it in along with a second 'pool house' further back. It had a separate driveway and garage.

Dakota ran around a large bush heading straight towards him, smiling he knelt down and let him kiss him, he was soft for dogs. Their big hearts didn't care who or what you were, they loved you just the same. He knew their two dogs would get along great. "Hey boy, let's go see momma."

He walked back in letting Koda lead the way and saw Katie sitting by the window overlooking the courtyard holding a cup of steaming coffee. The girl was cooking up some eggs, bacon and who knew what else. Sitting down across from her he grabbed his hot cup and drank in the sight of her. She looked different to him. Her face had changed over the past couple of years, a few new worry lines, and just an overall change. It wasn't a turn off to him. He smiled thinking 'she looks way better than me for my age.'

"What are you smiling about?" She looked at him with her yellow green 'whiskey' eyes and he got instantly hard. 'Fuck Tig…down boy,' he needed to talk not fuck, though the latter was more appealing.

"You," he took a sip testing the heat of the coffee. "Okay, I'm going to share it all. No sugar coating, no half-truths, but it goes both ways. I will have some questions for you later." He gave her a long look watching her expressions change as she thought through his offer.

"I'm in," she stopped and waited as the young girl served two heaping plates of food to them. "Thanks Casey." She nodded at him, "This is Tig. Tig this is Casey, she helps me out." He smiled at her as Kate spoke again, "We need about an hour alone please."

Casey smiled shyly at him, "Okay, I'll make a trip to town for groceries." He watched as she walked quietly out and through the courtyard door.

"Never figured you for hired help," he sat back at a loss with her new house and obvious changes.

"It's not what you think. None of this is." Giving him a look of disdain, she sat back defensively. "I will explain later." Her voice held a hint of sarcasm and pain making him regret that biting comment.

"Shit, I don't know where to start." He paused trying to decide. So much had happened.

"How about Gemma, Juice and how they tie into Tara's death." Astonished she had picked up on that information she smiled back at him cold and calculating. "I know Juice was killed yesterday in the Pen by White Hate. He was Tullie's bitch, and Samcro let it happen. You didn't protect him. Why?"

Tig sat down his coffee looking at Kate in stunned silence. How was she getting all this information? Then he realized she was close with Nona, Hap's squeeze…she'd probably been able to pick up enough through that relationship to figure shit out. "Juice made some bad choices, and got all kinds of mixed up. He betrayed Jax, setting in motion a whole turn of events. He knew he'd fucked up, and was desperate to get back into the 'family'. Jax offered him a way to redeem himself, though he knew he would die he took it." He stopped and took a drink, lighting up a cigarette. It all sounded so cold and distant when you sat over coffee at a tale overlooking a garden.

"Go on," she whispered looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"This is where shit gets murky…Gemma had been hiding Juice. What none of us can figure out is why." He took a hit, "Jax has Juice take out Lin, who we set up to go in to the Pen so SAMCRO gets even for Tara's death." He looked at her sitting perfectly still holding her cup with both hands as if to warm them. He saw a flash of something in her eyes as she looked down and then took a sip of coffee.

"The key is Gemma. Why was she hiding Juice from the club? She knew what it would do if you were to find out." Her words were spoken carefully, he knew she was treading lightly as he and Gemma had been friends for a long time. She knew how he loved her.

"I agree. After we took care of business last night, Jax left for Gemma's Dads place. He had intel she was staying there." He rubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray, his heart heavy. "Jax is in a bad place right now, and I'm not sure how this is going to play out. " He rubbed his nose, "No one has heard from Jax since last night."

"Chuckie called me asking if I'd seen her, then Wayne called me too. I knew something was happening, I hadn't heard from them since we'd been together before." Sitting back she looked out the window, "Karma is a bitch, I just hope she doesn't pay too high a price for whatever she is hiding."

He looked at her and realized his fears were not unfounded. Jax had snapped, was on a quiet burn and he realized that Gemma had told the yellow story to cover up something far worse. He hated to think that she could have killed Tara. Refusing to go down that road he changed the subject. "Jax killed Jury from Indian Hills," He stopped giving Kate time to digest that tidbit of information.

"Another President? On what grounds?" He could see her mind spinning over the details of this. She would know the outcome, how far the ripples could go.

"He was linked to leaking club intel. We killed his kid, hell we didn't know it was his kid, after a job to cover up our tracks and set up yellow. Jury went for his gun, Jax took him down." He looked outside seeing the sun rising over the top of a ridge, its beauty lost in the ugly conversation. "He met with the other presidents yesterday, told them the truth about what he knew and why he'd done it."

"When is the vote?" His face flashed back to hers, he should have known she'd get down to the real point, and fast.

"Today," he looked at her then, just let her see inside of him.

"Fuck." She reached out and took one of his hands squeezing it as they held eye contact. "What will you do if they vote Mayhem? I can't believe you or Chibs would ever be able to carry that out."

Giving her a sad smile, "I don't know. But you're right, I don't have the stomach for that, and Chibs won't be able to either. Jax is telling us it's okay. He's got a plan and will share it with us today." His looked down, squeezed her hand and gathered himself in.

"Alex?" He looked up as fresh tears streamed down her face. "I need you to come home whole tonight. If that means starting over, in any capacity, I will do whatever it takes to be with you."

"Katie…"

"No. I understand what's at stake. I get that Jax is on the edge of nowhere. I know that you and Chibs will be a huge part of what comes to be. Just know that I'm here, and will be here tonight when you come home. I just need to know you will come home, that you will be careful if shit gets crazy, and you will think of yourself too." She stopped and looked down. "It sounds incredibly selfish of me, it feels even more so…If I lose you I will surely lose myself."

"I want nothing more than to spend our future days together." He got up, grabbed his phone and smokes, walking over to stand behind her he rested his chin on her head and held her hands. "Believe in that," he kissed the top of her head, "I will come here tonight, and I will text you if I can." With a squeeze of her hands he let go and walked out.

XXX

Sitting in her office going over inventory to keep her mind off Tig, she was surprised when she saw Dom's black charger drive into her lot. She hadn't expected to see him so soon. She was happy to see him, but a bit worried about how he would handle her throwing away all he had done for her.

Getting up she pulled out a domestic opened it and poured herself a sugar free Red Bull with some vanilla Stoli and waited for him. Knocking lightly he came in sporting a shiner and a split lip. She handed him the beer, and looked him over closely. "What the hell happened to you?" She couldn't hide the humor in her voice.

"A friendly disagreement with the Swede," he took a long swig, wiping the foam off with his forearm.

"Is that why you're here?" She knew about his kid brother, and the mess he'd created taking on a boost he couldn't come through on.

"Uh huh, can you come by a garage called Van's? It's in Oakland." If memory served her correctly Van was an older guy who went from running boosts and a chop shop to a legit shop that did overhauls of old cars restoring them. She'd met him once a few months ago when they'd painted an older model Chevy a custom color. She had liked him. He had a friendly face and an easygoing manner.

"What time?" It wasn't an issue, having already told Dom she'd be in for the boost. Although she hadn't told Tig yet. Smiling she took a drink 'he's gonna be pissed'.

"Around five, the whole team will be gathering to meet and discuss our plan." He grinned at her, "You didn't tell Trager yet did you."

"He's got a full plate right now and didn't need the distraction today. I'm going to tell him tonight." She stopped gauging his reaction. "I won't keep secrets from him. If he asks about us I will be honest, but not brutal. Meaning details and feelings will not be open for discussion." Taking a big drink she added, "I'm sorry for this sudden change, I didn't plan for this to happen."

Walking up to her he stopped just short of kissing her and then pulled back a bit. "Does he make you happy?" His big blue green eyes bored into her.

"Yes Dom, as corny as this sounds, he is my soul mate." Holding his gaze she wasn't going to hold back.

Shaking his head and rubbing his hair he gave a short bark of a laugh, "Go figure, I would have never seen this one coming if I'd had a telescope."

"I never once led you on. You knew, you even admitted it to me yesterday." She was a bit angry that he was acting hurt, like she'd done something wrong.

"No… you didn't. I guess I didn't realize how far you'd soaked in." He sat his empty down hard. "I will figure it out, no worries." Turning he walked out.

Her phone beeped from her desk, she picked it up holding her breath when she saw it was from Tig. 'Things all gone bad. I'm OK... Be safe. See u tnite.' With shaking hands she sent a quick reply. 'I will be waiting…luv u whiskey.' Hitting send her mind whirled with possibilities. It was going on 2 p.m. She had a couple hours till she needed to meet with Dom, so she went out to walk the shop.

Nona, her friend from inside, and her office manager came down the hallway. Her face told it all. Happy had reached out to her as well. They stopped and hugged each other not saying anything, just finding solace in the knowledge they weren't alone. "Did you get any details Nona?"

"No. Just that he was Okay but things were going south very fast." She looked at Katie with a fierce expression, her gray eyes glittering. "You?"

"No, the same," she took Nona's hand and pulled her back to her office, closing the door behind them. "I'm guessing the Mayhem vote came back against Jax." She poured herself and Nona a drink, sitting heavily into her chair.

Sighing Nona played with her drink, "Yeah, question is how they will handle that? Jax's crew is tight. No one will be able to do it." She looked at Kate with tears in her eyes. "Jax wants to die, you can see it. Ever since he lost Tara, it's like he just gave up. He gave the kids over to Wendy, and barely sees them. I don't get how he can just shove them away."

"His world is crumbling, and I think he wants the boys far away from all the shit. He doesn't want this life for them, and knows if they stay around Gemma she will taint them and the whole process will start over." Taking a swig she looked at Nona deciding if she should say the next part, it would sound so harsh, and even the thought that Gemma could be so cold would be disturbing. "I have a terrible feeling that Gemma lied about Yellow killing Tara. This is going to sound cold, but I think she was involved somehow, and at the very least knows what really happened. And in that knowledge knows that if Jax ever discovers the truth their relationship will suffer."

"Oh shit Katie, that's deep." Nona shook her head. "Gemma loves those boys, would do anything for them."

"Exactly," she waited letting Nona think. "Tara was going to pack up the boys and leave Charming for good. And I think Jax was going to let her go."

Looking astounded Nona's reply let Katie know that she didn't know much history of events before she'd gotten out. "No shit! I hadn't heard that." Her deep brown eyes bored into Kate, "What the fuck are you thinking?" Nona sat forward, waiting for the rest.

"I think that Gemma found out, heard something or just confronted Tara with her suspicions. I think things went bad, and that maybe Gemma hired someone to kill her." Nona sat back with a sigh as Kate continued. "I mean, look at what Clay did, having the Cartel try to kidnap her and kill her?"

"Ugh, this is giving me a headache. And Gemma's been missing for a few days now. Hap said she just disappeared the same day Jax was looking for her." Nona rubbed her temples and looked at Kate. "You're not really saying what you really think. Come on I know you."

"Juice was put in jail to kill Lin. He does that and I think he was supposed to rot in jail after that. But then suddenly Jax gives him to Tully. Why? What happened, what did Jax find out in one of his many visits to see Tully and Juice?" She took a drink not sure she should shay the next part, but she trusted Nona with her life. They had survived the Pen together and Nona had saved her after the fight with Momma.

"Gemma was protecting Juice from the club. She hid him knowing full well if the club found out she'd be in deep shit." Pausing, she lifted her hands, "why would she do something so desperate?"

"You think it's connected? Maybe Juice killed Tara?" Nona's voice cracked as she thought it through.

"Maybe, but I don't think Juice had it in him." Hesitating and looking down, "maybe Juice tried that night and failed…" getting up and pacing with the feeling she was on to something.

Nona continued the thought…"maybe Juice called her after he made such a mess of things."

They looked at each other in horror. Kate hugged her body, suddenly cold. "Or…Juice was with Gemma. Gemma lost her temper and killed Tara." He voice ended softly, as she collapsed onto the couch next to Nona. "God I hope I'm wrong."

"You don't sound wrong." Nona grabbed her hand squeezing. "It's why she ran, why Jax went after her last night, why Jax had Juice killed. Juice told Jax the truth, he confessed what really happened." Stunned they sat quietly thinking about their theory.

Looking at Nona she knew they were on to something and it was dangerous to even think they knew the truth. "Did Jax make it home this morning?"

"Yes, when Hap texted me they were going into Church. He didn't say much." Nona stood up and went for another drink, "refill?"

"Yes please," Katie handed her the glass. "This is a huge mess. I'm so worried for Tig, Hap and Chibs." They are all that's left of the old core. They will be destroyed by this, especially if Jax does what I think he might."

Nona shook her head in agreement, "I think Jax is going to embrace Mayhem. Especially if his Mom did something that horrible." She paused and looked at Katie with horror, "Do you think Jax would kill Gemma for that?"

That horrible thought had already run through Kates head, but it had been too hard to say. "I hope not, but knowing some of the things I've done in desperation, pain and anger, I would say it's very plausible."

"Oh this is such a cluster fuck." She grabbed both of Katie's hands and looked at her, "we are going to have to keep Hap and Tig whole after this…their worlds are going to be rocked."

"I just pray that the whole business doesn't end the Mother Charter." Katie looked at Nona, not even trying to hide her fear. This was going to be a game changer and it was going to happen fast.

"Okay, enough doom and gloom." Nona grabbed Kate's hand pulling her back to the couch. They settled at each end facing each other sitting Indian style. It was their customary go to positions when they talked. "I am proud of you."

Kate was shocked and curious, "whatever for?"

"Hap told me last night about the last couple of days. How you went to Tig when he got shot." She looked long and hard at her obviously trying to get a read off of her. "You did the right thing, it's time you two quit being so hard headed. You're perfect together."

Katie looked down toying with the pillow she was holding. "I want to believe. I want him, need him, and I'm so fucking scared. We just can't seem to get anything right."

Pointing her finger at Katie she got serious, "I saw Dom come in. You're done with him, with all that now, right? It's out of your system?"

Shaking her head yes, she gave Nona a wry grin. "Sort of."

"Baby girl, Tig will not suffer him sniffing around. You dig what I'm telling you?" Nona sat back staring her down. "You want to protect Dom? You walk away cold and end it clean. Don't give Tig a reason to go looking for him."

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong. Dom didn't do anything wrong. I'm an adult. We were not seeing each other anymore. Tig slept around I'm quite sure, he's no saint, and I'm no Nun." Realizing she was close to yelling she looked away annoyed. "Dom helped me through the wreck Tig created. Fuck him if he doesn't like my friendship with Dom. Believe me it was a friends with benefits situation. I never led him on and told him it was going nowhere."

"Maybe for you," Nona spoke quietly. "I saw Dom leave today. He was upset. I'm pretty sure you didn't see how he'd become attached…as usual…"

Interrupting her Kate shot out, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"You don't even see when guys watch you. You have a way about you that draws people in, and you're fucking clueless." Watching Nona as her chest constricted in pain she continued, "Baby I know this hurts, you don't want to hear this…Your actions hurt Soup."

"Fuck you Nona. You don't know shit about that," she pounded the back of the sofa in frustration. She missed Soup. It hurt so bad that one night of a drunken bad decision had turned his world upside down starting the catalyst that had fueled her ending with Tig.

Unbelievably Nona continued twisting the knife, "and now Dom. How can you be so smart and tough yet so naive? You read a person so well until it involves a man and their intentions with you." Shaking her head she rubbed the salt in deeper, making Katie ache. "I think maybe that is how you manage to attract trouble so easily."

Hurting with words that hit home so readily she fought through tears confused with how she saw things. She couldn't look at Nona, couldn't believe her friend had said those horrible things to her. "Is it my fault that I try to give everyone a fair chance? I see a friendship, yet obviously everyone around me sees something totally different. I don't feel like I'm leading them on, I'm not throwing myself in their arms or asking for anything, yet I'm the one who is the bad person." She got up heading for the door, to upset to hear any more.

"Katie, please wait." Nona's voice cracked with emotion. She stopped with her hand on the door knob, "I didn't say those things to be mean or to hurt you. Please come back and sit down." Turning she looked at Nona, the hard ass woman who'd taught Kate how to survive those long months in the Pen. She often said things from the hip, and didn't have a lot of friends because of her past. It hurt so much because Kate loved her like a sister. She understood why Nona was the way she was, she could relate. Turning slowly she came back and sat down. "I'm sorry. I get worked up and protective with you. I love you like a sister, and I want to see you happy. I'm just saying in a very fucked up way that with all your street smarts, hard ass attitude and the goods to back it up you're fucking naïve when it comes to men."

"Ouch," problem was, Nona was right. "So, I'm supposed to be with Tig? Is that what you're telling me in such a nice way?"

"Yep," looking at Kate she gave her a big grin. "Sooooo, did you to spend last night together?"

"Really, I don't ask you for particulars about you and Hap." Grinning she added,"it's better that way, I don't think I can stand visualizing what you to sickos would do."

"A simple yes or no will do…for now." Her laughter was light hearted and Kate began to relax.

"Yes," she couldn't stop the smile from reaching her lips. "But he was acting a bit strange at first. Something bad happened in the couple of hours between the Rush and my place. He refused to tell me anything except the sick fucker who killed the shop cat and spread him all over the paint booth is dead."

"Hap was super upset too. It must have been bad to upset him that much. He refused to talk to me about it as well." She looked thoughtful, "he did say that Tig gave 'em what he deserved." Chills shot up Kate's spine as she thought about how protective and sad he'd been. "Kate, look." She pointed to the TV on mute with the local news. The headline story up next was about a local homicide, with a twist. The picture was of the guard, in uniform. Her gut churned seeing it. Nona grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

Initial reports are coming in that he was found bound in his kitchen, tortured to death. The images are not suitable for television but we can say he was stabbed several times and suffered 2 bullet wounds. But this is where the story takes and even more gruesome turn. Stanley Hendricks is now the prime suspect in what police are referring to as a long reaching serial killer. Bodies were found in his basement, their identities are being withheld until the families can be notified. His death is surely of a vigilante origin. Leads are nonexistent, and the police are asking if anyone in the area last night between the hours of 11 p.m. and 2 a.m. have a lead please call the number on the screen.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. It was Tig, Nona it was them wasn't it?" She felt all jittery and chilled to the bone. The pictures of a wall filled with photos of women flashed across the screen faces blurred to hide the identities. "They found him, killed him and then found all this too." Hugging her body, she rocked forward clinging to the glass. "That's why Tig was so haunted, so upset."

"Shit, this makes perfect sense now. Hap was too." Nona slid closer to her and took her hands. "Baby, he did this to protect you. Don't you see? You were on his list. You would've ended up like all those women." With her stomach on full revolt Kate swallowed hard moving to the edge of her seat. Cold chills worked their way through her body and she started shaking. Nona pulled her into a crushing hug. "It's okay baby girl. I know what he did to you that day, he deserved it. The boys protected you, that sick fucker can't touch you or anyone else now."

Memories of that day at the penitentiary bounced around in her head. She hated him, and was glad Tig had made him suffer. Taking a big breath she got her emotions under control as she pulled out of Nona's arms, "I'm okay now." She needed to get on the road to meet with Dom at Van's place. "I have an appointment, I need to leave soon."

Nona sat back her disappointment obvious. "Here I thought I was going to get some deets. You got that glow goin on." Her laughter rang in the office, her smile infectious.

"It was different, that's for sure." Katie winked at her laughing as well. Grabbing her Dyna key she threw on her biker boots and her leather jacket, grabbing a helmet off the wall. She needed the ride, the wind and the speed to help her blow off the extra energy of that news report and everything Nona had said to her today.

"Hey! Don't forget this." Katie caught her phone as Nona tossed it to her.

"Shit, thanks."

"Check in with me," Nona wagged her finger at her.

"Yes MOM."

Feeling the pure power of her Dyna beneath her Katie relaxed and enjoyed the ride. She was worried about Tig of course. He never really left her mind. Always wondering what he was doing, how he was, was he thinking of her? She also knew that he was involved in a 1% club. It was a dangerous life style choice. It was always in the back of her mind that someday she'd get the call that he was gone.

If she had doubted whether or not he was serious about getting back together her they had been squashed as she'd watched that news report. He'd found the guard and then handed down retribution SAMCRO style. If that didn't say 'I love you' nothing did. Who needed roses and cards with a guy like that?

She pulled into Otto's lot about 10 minutes late, and it seemed the party had already started. A group of about 8 guys stood watching her. She took her time, removing her helmet and shaking her hair out and then took her leather off laying it across the seat. Noticing Dom stood casually against an old El Camino next to Van she made eye contact with him, plastering a smirk on her face.

"Boys, this is Mac." Dom waived his hand in her direction. "I think you know Van and Chase, this is Mud, Joey, Frick, Goose and Fargo." He moved away from the car and headed inside. "Let's get this rolling shall we?"

Waiting to go in last she looked at the assembled crew. It was odd at best. Van was too old for boosting, so he was likely the 'brain'. She knew Chase, he would be dependable. Mud was a skinny young black guy who was overdressed and flashy. Hopefully he could drive as good as he dressed. Her eyes wandered to Joey, a bearded all around normal looking guy in a wife beater and flannel shirt. His dark hair was slicked back and he had laugh lines that made him appear jovial. Frick was a tall man with broad shoulders, a square jaw line and shrewd eyes. He wore his hair military style and had given her a long hard stare before turning to go in. Goose and Fargo were obviously brothers, twins if she wasn't mistaken. Blonde, blue eyed California boys wearing jeans and old worn out t shirts they may look cute but she'd bet they were hell with wheels.

As she entered the dim interior of the prior chop shop, now gone legal, it was like stepping back in time. All types of old cars filled the various bays. Restoration work underway pulled her into the shop. She walked up to an old fast back, running her hands down its glistening sides. They were finishing her up and it was gorgeous. Van's rusty old voice held a touch of humor, "She's a beauty, a remnant of a past I can't seem to let go."

"Or it won't let you. You didn't have to do this." She gave him a soft smile.

Chuckling he patted the roof of the car. "Oh your right, but I think you know how this life gets in your veins. It's hard to give it up." Watching her face he surprised her, "So you know the SAMCRO boys. It's a shame Clay got so greedy. We had some good times, yes we did." He shook his head as she took in that bit of information. "What baffles me is how you and Trager are connected. That one is hard to figure."

"He's like this fastback. Once he gets under your skin you can't let him go." She smiled at Van, his laughter rang out and then his face lit up as a woman approached about the same age with a look of concern mixed with complete adoration. She was small with black hair in a loose curly up do, almost a throwback to the fifties. She looked oddly familiar, like she knew her somehow.

"Mac, this is my Sally." He pulled her in beside him. She gave Kate a smile, as she sized her up. "Hun you'd like her, she just used your favorite quote."

Her smile deepened as she nodded at Kate and then looked toward Dom. "He worth my Van getting back in?"

Taking a minute she didn't correct her, it didn't matter much if she knew the real man who had her heart, and then she looked over at Dom. He was working on the list, talking with the guys about possible leads. "He loves his brother enough to do something he walked away from. I think he's doing it for the right reason."

Clearing his voice he corrected Sally, "sweetheart, she's not with Dom. She's with Tig."

Her head snapped back to Kate, her eyes soft with a look that shocked Kate. "You two fit. I knew it would take a strong woman to see past his…uniqueness…" She took Katie's hand and a familiar shot of heat surrounded her hand and traveled up her arm reminding her of Anna. Her eyes did that funny little glaze over and then rounded out in surprise, though she didn't say a thing.

Trying to pull her hand back Sally's strength surprised Kate as she held firm. Kate didn't fight her, relaxing her arm trying to be polite. "I didn't choose to fall for him. It just happened."

"Believe it or not Van was much like him when he was a few years younger." Patting Kate's hand she turned it over and read her palm quickly. Her light grey eyes met Kates for a brief second and then looked back down. "Such an interesting life you've had. You're lucky to have met your soul mate in this life."

Kate knew then this had to be Anna's sister, they could be twins. She went to ask her then a yell from across the shop rescued her from the awkward conversation, "Mac!" She turned quickly away and headed towards the group of guys. She settled on a place in a corner near Fricke. Giving her an odd look then a nod he looked back to Dom. Leaning into a workbench she half listened as Van explained the plan. Her mind was oddly preoccupied with Sally and her unusual resemble to Anna, and how they both had a unique gift. The vibration of her phone broke into her thoughts. Fear skittered up her spine, 'let him be okay'.

"Okay we work in teams tonight, scouting the cars, taking pictures and doing recon." Van looked around at everyone. "If something doesn't feel right, you walk away." He gave them all a serious stare. "Goose and Fargo you're together, Chase and Dom, Fricke and Mac, and that leaves Mud with Joey." He rolled a large school sized chalk board over a list of 25 women's names written in chalk. Each one was boxed off with team names. She and Fricke were called the 'odd couple', they all had a funny code name as well as the cars in case the heat got on to them.

Pulling her phone out of her back pocket she did her security sweep then saw a notification from Tig. Not sure she wanted to answer it surrounded by strangers she hesitated. Curiosity won out and she tapped the icon. 'Want you to know I'm okay. It's a shit storm here. I will be late, but I will be there." Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her racing heart.

Texting a quick message back, 'K. I Love you. Will be late as well.' Hitting send she looked up at Dom who'd been watching her. He raised an eyebrow at her, concern in his expression. With a dismissive nod she blew him off, he didn't need to know about her personal business with Tig.

Another message shot through, 'what are you up to? Hap told me Nona is worried you left on the Dyna with no explanation.'

'Tieing up loose ends with Dom. No worries. See you later.' Cringing she knew that would not settle well with Tig. Too bad, she wouldn't lie to make him feel better. She listened with half an ear as the crew talked about the cars and possible leads. They were looking for 5 cars, she knew where 3 were that were possible goes if no one else came up with any.

Seconds later his response came through. 'I know what Dom's doing. If you're doing what I think you are we are going to have a serious disagreement.'

'I'm a big girl. You don't have the right to tell me what to do, especially since you do this every day. Now get your head back in your game and shut up.' Smiling she hit send. She loved getting all wordy with him. It always got his back up. Pulling this macho bullshit wasn't going to fly with her.

'Don't make me come over there and take care of this.' Snorting out loud at his threat she smiled looking up at the crew. "Sorry."

'Try it' He'd gotten her dander up and she wasn't going to back down.

'Mac'

'Tig'

"Hey are we boring you sweetheart?" Joey looked at her coldly. "I don't know you from Jack, the only reason I'm still here is for Dom. He says you can hang I believe him. But you need to pay the fuck attention and put that goddamn phone away you stupid cunt."

Knowing this was like a schoolyard, she needed to make her point succinctly and with some aggression or he'd try to stone wall her at every turn. Walking up to him, never breaking eye contact she kept a calm expression with a small smile. Standing toe to toe with him she reached behind her back and slid out her 9 mil shoving it into his crotch. "Don't ever call me 'sweetheart' again. Listen carefully, and I wouldn't twitch if I were you, my trigger is real loose if you know what I mean." Judging his by his body language and reaction he didn't have a lot of experience with guns or fighting. Sweat had popped out on his forehead, and she could read his hesitation in his eyes. He nodded yes slowly. "Good. Let me tell you a secret. I have boobs, and a pussy. Imagine that." A snicker behind her reminded her to tread lightly. She wanted to make a point but didn't need an enemy in him either. "It doesn't mean I am stupid, or hard of hearing." She used her first finger and poked him in the chest. "Don't ever talk to me like that again. You won't like me when I'm angry." Smiling she added, "Now, I'm going to put my gun away and we are going to be new best friends. You good?"

"Oh ya, we're besties." He gave her a tight grin, with dark eyes glittering. It was obvious she'd managed to embarrass him and yet he had no way out of this other than playing along.

Pulling her gun back from his crotch she turned towards Otto. "I have leads on Maddy, Chastity and Rosa". Grinning she walked towards him to give him the details. Otto's smile let her know she'd done right. Dom joined in the conversation, "I am intent on getting everything tight so we all get out alive, whole and stay out of jail."

Pulling her aside he gave her 'the look', "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just the shop. I do run a business." Giving him a roll of her eyes to get him off the subject she smiled sweetly at him. He huffed shaking his head. In that moment she realized she would miss their daily banter.

"By the way, Fricke doesn't talk, at all. Not sure exactly why I heard it was some mishap a few years ago." Her face must have said it all, she stood staring at him. "It's okay Mac, he communicates just fine. Besides after what you pulled on Joey he likes you. Believe me that's a good thing."

"Why did you pair us up?"

"Honestly…" he stopped grinning, obviously pleased with himself which made her very curious as to what he was going to say. "I told him to protect you. If shit goes south he has way more experience than all of us combined. And he's big enough to pick you up and carry you out if you don't listen."

Indignant and furious she kept her voice low as to not cause a scene, "You think I can't do this? I need a baby sitter? Well fuck you, I'm outta here." Trying to move past him he grabbed her shoulders. "Let me go."

"NO. Your gonna listen to me, then your gonna go with Fricke and do your recon. You're a hard headed mule when you are working something. You don't let go, even if it's dangerous. Van and I discussed it, and we want you safe. Last thing we need is Tig up our asses if this goes bad." He gave her a hard stare, "It would kill me if anything happened to you. Now go and show the boys what you got." He turned her away from him and smacked her ass.

Fricke walked towards her the smile on his face by no means making him look any less harsh. He was jangling a set of keys that he tossed them to her as he walked by. He pointed to a table with cameras and a note book stacked neatly. She got her ass in gear, grabbing the camera and notebook, their list of cars to recon with addresses were neatly written on a sheet in the front. Following Fricke they headed to a beat up black jeep. Climbing in she found a walkie on her seat, picking it up she handed it to Fricke after he threw his duffle in the back.

She started up the jeep and threw it in reverse whipping it around, gunning it as she double clutched out of the garage, laying rubber. She was still pissed. She wasn't going to be treated equally because she was a girl, and because she was Trager's ole lady. Once they were in the lot she slowed down and looked at Fricke. He nodded yes with a smile. Laughing she finally started to relax.

"Okay Fricke, let's do this. Where we off to first?" He picked up the list and pointed to Chastity. It was the furthest drive and made sense. "A 'right." She threw it into gear and pulled out into traffic smiling as she laughed. This was what she loved, the thrill and the challenge made her blood hum.

XXX

Pulling up to her security gate she punched in the numbers, while she waited she checked her phone for any messages or calls. It was pushing 1 a.m. she was dog tired, and worried about Tig. The hum of motorcycle in the distance was like hearing angels sing. She took a deep breath and thanked the gods for bringing him home.

Her heart was heavy for him. After their recon, she and Fricke had stopped for some food. The evening news had run nothing but the big story about how a biker had ridden into an oncoming truck during a police chase. From the helicopter view she'd known immediately it had been Jax. Angry and hurting she'd gone outside and beat the shit out of garbage can with the tire iron. Fricke had stepped in before people started calling the cops. Without words, he'd held her and let her cry it out as she beat on his chest in frustration. He'd driven the jeep to Van's, and she'd hopped on her Dyna leaving before she saw anyone. It had been bad enough that Fricke had seen her go off the reservation. His steady presence, his calm had helped her snap back to reality, and she was grateful for him.

Tig pulled up to the gate swerving slightly and then drove through down the long lane. She tapped the garage button and it opened as they drove up. He parked, threw his helmet down and dismounted a bit unsteady on his feet. 'Well, that answers one question…he's tanked.' He staggered past her barely making it out of the garage before he threw up in the bushes. Grimacing as he burped loudly and threw up again.

Closing the garage door she walked slowly up to him as he caught his breath. His body language told her that he didn't want to be touched, so she just kept walking to the side door. Going in she dumped her gun, keys and id into the wicker basket. Dakota was running around, happy and eager to see her picking up his 'bubba' and whining. Bending down she gave him a hug, petting him till he calmed a bit and then let him out the courtyard door. When she returned she found Tig in the kitchen washing his face in the sink.

Finishing he turned and leaned back into the counter, looking at her with such pain and despair. Her chest constricted as tears started running down her face. Walking to him she took his hand and led him to the den. Sitting at the end she pulled him down laying his head in her lap, stroking his hair while he decompressed. She cried silent tears, hiding her pain, wanting to be strong for him tonight.

Hearing the back door open, and the click of Koda's nails she knew Casey had let him in. She came around the kitchen wall and stopped when she saw Tig in her lap. "Do you need anything? I was awake." Shaking her head no, Kate waved her away.

Koda came in sitting at her feet. Petting him with her free hand, his head rested on her leg next to Tig's head. He nuzzled Tig softly as if he knew something horrible had happened. To her surprise Tig pet Koda with his right hand, stroking his back over and over. At some point he either passed out or fell asleep, his hand resting on Koda's back. She kept her hand on Tig's neck slowly rubbing it as she laid her head back on the couch and tried to understand what had happened to push Jax that far. Feeling Tig shake in his sleep she knew he was likely in a bit of shock. Pulling down the blanket off the back of the sofa she covered him gently as Koda settled at her feet.

Jumping in her sleep she could have sworn someone had touched her hair. Opening her eyes slowly she realized she was on the couch, pinned under Tig. He had turned at some point his face buried up against her side, blanket tucked up tight to his chin. Dakota was out cold on the floor. So what the hell had woken her up?

Hearing a soft giggle the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Looking into the dim hallway she wasn't even surprised to see the little boy. He held the same bear, and he stood sucking his thumb, his blue eyes looked at her then Tig. With his thumb firmly attached he gave her a smile and walked slowly towards them. Koda raised his head, tail thumping in recognition then laid his head back down.

Keeping her voice soft and just above a whisper, "what are you trying to tell us little one?"

"Mine…" his little voice tapered off as he disappeared.

Shivering she realized if there had been any doubts earlier there wasn't any now. It was the baby she'd lost, her's and Tig's. She still remembered that night with crystalline clarity. The pain never left, she just buried it deeply so no one could see it. She visited the grave at least once a week. It was just a physical representation of the loss, but for her it meant much more. It gave her a place to acknowledge her loss and pain, since only a few of her closest friends and family knew the truth.

Her leg was sound asleep with Tig's head resting heavily upon it. She shifted a bit rearranging her leg and his head trying to ease the ache. He stirred, mumbled something incoherent then went back to sleep. Unable to get comfortable she gave up and slid out from beneath him careful not to wake him. Koda jumped up and took her warm spot next to Tig, laying his big head on Tigs shoulder as he slept. "Traitor," patting his head she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

It was nearly 7 a.m., the den stayed dark unless you opened up the curtain wall so she'd had no idea it was that late. She made a K cup, and grabbed a cigarette out of the wicker basket. Tig's cut lay neatly on the counter, with the VP patch sitting on top. 'Holy shit.' She picked it up lightly playing with it in her fingers, surprised he'd been offered another chance after he'd turned in the Sg. at Arms under Clay's heavy hands.

A deep gravely abused voice surprised her, "Chib's is Prez. Hap is Sg. at Arms. I'm guessing you heard about Jax." He walked over to the coffee machine and dropped in a k cup. Unsure what to say she just sat the patch back down and waited for him, knowing he'd want to smoke as well.

They walked outside. Koda took off after a rabbit, running in circles barking madly. Knowing him well enough to understand he'd tell her when he could get it straight in his head she kept the conversation to a minimum. "Shit, where the fuck is my phone?" Feeling his pockets he finally found it in a front pants pocket. He pulled it out texting furiously. "Can't believe I forgot about her."

"Who?" he was visibly upset, running his hands through his hair.

"Zoe, she's been home alone for a long time, probably got her legs crossed by now." Kate had met Zoe at the cabin a few days ago. She adored Tig, and was such a gentle dog considering her abuse. Tig continued as she thought about how attached he'd grown to her. She knew he'd had a dog a long time ago that had died, it had broken his heart. "She never messes in the house. Such a good dog, and I haven't given her enough attention lately." Shaking his head he waited for an answer on his phone.

Walking over she held his hands closing the phone. "Hey," he looked at her, "Let's go get her, she can be here with Koda and have a friend to be with. They both will benefit from it, and we will know they are fine. Casey is around to let them out when we won't be."

"Yeah?" he looked at her with blood shot eyes, face drawn and pale.

"Yeah. We can take my truck and stop in to eat at Anna's and Pete's. Is Chucky letting her out?" She wanted to hold him, touch him, and make it all go away. Moving towards him he backed up, holding his hand out to stop her.

"No. Had to get Rat to do it, Chucky isn't really functioning right now." His eyes flashed with pain, he looked away rubbing at his face furiously. "Katie, let's sit down. I gotta get this off my chest." They walked over to a table out in the garden area sitting down with their coffee and cigarettes. It was oddly comforting to be sitting here with him, like they'd done this a million times before. "I'm just gonna start from yesterday morning."

"Okay," She whispered lightly looking out over the garden in an effort to gather her composure.

He waited lighting another cigarette. "Jax came back from finding Gemma. He found out she killed Tara from Abel and then confirmed it with Juice. That's why Jax gave Juice to Tully. He was…he admitted to us that he killed Unser who was trying to take Gemma back for criminal charges. Then in a twisted fucking mess he killed her." Stopping he took a hit, looking away over the garden, as his face twisted in pain. She was shocked that Abel knew the truth, but she didn't interrupt. "I cannot believe how far Gemma fell, and it fucking kills me that she took down Jax with her. God help Abel, what a terrible truth to live with for the rest of his life."

Reaching out she took his hand, just holding it to offer some support. "I know you loved her, loved Clay and even though you had your differences with Jax you loved him too. This story, this tragedy began long ago when Clay and Gemma killed John."

"You know, believe it or not I never even thought they coulda done something like that. Not in a million years." Shaking his head he ground out his cigarette and took a swig of his coffee. "Her lie caused a landslide. Bobby, fucking Bobby is gone because of her." He sat back pinching his nose. "How the fuck did she look into everyone's eyes and tell those lies?"

"I believe she found out Tara was leaving with the boys. She'd made her life around them, with everything else gone to shit. She snapped, and in a way I think she no longer had a touch on reality." He looked at her, his face softening. "I can't believe she did it, and for Jax to feel like he had no choice other than to kill Wayne and then Gemma tells me that he'd gone so far down after losing Tara on top of all that he probably felt like he would end up hurting his boys." Swiping away her tears she looked at Tig who sat watching her with sad eyes. She wanted to help him make sense of this tragedy, help him categorize it into some semblance of understanding so he could heal and move forward.

"He told us at the table after the mayhem vote came back. It was a unanimous vote against him. We argued with him, gave him our vows to cover him, give him time to get the boys and disappear, but he wouldn't have it. Then he told us how he had a plan to make it look like we tried to carry out the Mayhem. He had it all planned out, wouldn't hear us." Shaking his head, with tears flowing down his face, "His last wish was for Chibs to heal the club, to make it what John had wanted from the beginning."

She took a deep breath. The finality of it all was overwhelming to her. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel. Just know I'm here. I will be here for the good days and the bad."

Nodding he looked away, watching Koda play. "Let's go get Zoe." He stood up, giving her a small sad smile. I think I need to eat something. Not sure the last time I ate."

Walking towards him she reached out to wipe away a stray curl. He stopped her hand, his eyes shadowed, "I can't touch you right now. Can you understand? If I do, I won't be able to stop. I'm too angry, lost and confused. When I touch you I want it to be me, in control with nothing on my mind but you." Pulling her hand away she stuffed them in her pockets. It hurt, not being able to comfort him, yet she understood what he was saying. "I just want to be with you. You are my compass, my anchor. I just need to get it straight in my head. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course," He whistled for Koda who came running joyfully, ears flopping. "I see he adores you as much as I do. Now I'm gonna be chopped liver."

"Nah, Zoe loves you." His light chuckle gave her some hope that he would work his way through this and heal. It would just take some time.

The ride to the diner was quiet each of them lost in their own thoughts. They parked and headed into to grab some breakfast. Sitting at 'their' table in the back a young girl took their order quickly and quietly, leaving them time to drink some coffee. "So I have something going tonight…" pausing knowing this was going to go over like a lead balloon.

Cutting her off giving her a glare he spoke harshly. "Yeah, so I hear."

"Wow, good news travels fast." It stung knowing Dom had talked to him without telling her. 'Well that was a dick move, and boys you are going to regret it.' He back up, resolved to do what she wanted without backlash just because she was a girl made her bristle with determination.

"I don't want you to do this. Boosting cars Katie? Why…you don't need the money. You have a great business. You're too smart for this bullshit." His words were harsh and unforgiving. "What the fuck are you trying to prove?"

"I have nothing to prove. This is about helping Dom save his kid brother. End of story. I'm done racing as the Widow, I'm done riding the dirt bike tour, and I'm quitting the Red Bull team." She looked at him, gauging his reaction, but his face remained set in stone. "I shouldn't have to explain this."

"Maybe I need to hear it to understand it." His voice was cold and his eyes were a deep blue this morning.

"Fine, you may not like what I'm going to say." She took a swig of her coffee. "After our fight, I lost more than you, though that nearly ended me. I lost friends. I lost a sense of security those friends gave me." He turned away, looking out into the parking lot. She knew he'd not thought of those things, and a burst of satisfaction flowed knowing she'd hurt him. It was childish, and she hated felling this way, but in a way it needed to be said so she could move past it.

"How the fuck did you meet Dom?" Oh, so now the real heart of his disdain was coming out. She'd known he would ask, yet it made her angry.

"I can't believe you're asking me this. How many nights did you spend in someone else's arms? HOW MANY WOMEN DID YOU FUCK TIG?" People turned as her voice carried across the diner. 'Shit, get a grip Katie'. "No scratch that. I don't NEED to know. I don't have unreal expectations that you sat around moping for a year and a half."

"Is that what you think? He actually sounded hurt, and his expression mirrored his words.

"I don't know. I didn't want to know. It hurt too dam much."

"Yeah, me either." Sounding deflated, he looked down at his coffee shaking his head.

"I was pissed, lonely and thought I needed to reinvent myself. I heard about the Red Bull team needing a rider, found out the when's and where's and showed up. Didn't let 'em know I was a girl…"

"You never learn," He snorted shaking his head.

Trying to let that comment go, mostly because it was true she went on. "Dom leads the team. I won the race." She laughed remembering the moment clearly as she took her helmet off and let her long hair flow. Most of the riders had been pissed, and voiced their opinions rather loudly. Dom had stood there quietly looking at her. "When I took off my helmet all hell broke loose, but in the end he hired me." He bristled a bit in his seat, playing with his spoon. "We didn't just fall into bed. I fought it for a long time, still hurting over you. He treats his crew like family, and I was taken into that family."

"Yeah, I bet you were." He wasn't getting it, and was being a dick.

"You're not listening, quick being an ass." Taking a deep breath to keep her cool she continued. "Dom and his crew filled the hole in my life. I consider them my family and that's not going to change, ever. Filling is not replacing…Dom isn't you. His crew isn't SAMCRO. The day you got shot and you pulled me back in, the day the boys called me because you asked for me was the day I realized I'd never gotten past us. This thing with Dom had been a big diversion. I never talked about my past, never really opened up. He was a friend with benefits. That's it."

With nothing left to say she sat back at studied Tig. His phone vibrated on the table effectively ending the conversation. She watched as he texted a short message and closed his phone. "After we pick up Zoe I have to head in." He was closing himself off, and it burned her ass.

"You asked." She needed to use the bathroom and cool off. Getting up she walked past him and smacked him upside the head. "Remember our deal? Stop it, get off my back."

He stiffened up, looking at her in surprise then smiled at her. "I guess I deserved that." He reached out grabbing her hand. "Common, sit back down, please. Our foods on the way," Anna walked out with the tray of food beaming.

"Look who is here! You give Anna some love." Katie gladly let Anna pull her in to a warm safe hug. It nearly brought her to tears. "I knew it. I saw this in my cards, and knew it had to be the two of you." She held Katie's shoulders as she looked at her face. "Oh my dear", reaching up she touched her face lightly. "Sit, eat and we will talk." Shooing her into the booth, Anna slid in next to her. "And you," she wagged her finger at Tig.

"Now Anna…" He grinned at her before he took a big bite out of his toast.

Seeing Anna's close resemblance to Sally heightened her curiosity so she just blurted out the question. "Anna, do you have a sister?" She played with her food, not really hungry.

"Yes," she smiled, "I got a call from her yesterday after she met you." Kate sat back, incredulous.

"So she is…gifted…like you?" She tried to sound like it was no big deal but seriously it was kinda creepy.

Anna's laugh tinkled, her eyes dancing with mirth. "We are twins. It's a gift and a curse." Reaching out she patted Tigs hand, "I told you, and didn't I tell you?" Kate sat back watching his reaction to her smiling when he gave her that 'don't rub it in look'. "I'm sorry for your pain. Give it time, healing will come."

Tig nodded, looked out the window hiding his expression. "Anna…"

"Shhh…I saw this too. Yes, it is." Kate looked at her in confusion, laughing Anna clarified her comment. "The little spirit, that has his curls and his eyes," she nodded at Tig as he whipped his head around to stare at her, his eyes wide. "You will see. You will see." She grabbed both of their hands, "sometimes when fate gets interrupted, things will happen to make it right." Squeezing her hand she added, "you must believe when the time is right you will know what I mean." Sliding out of the booth she smiled at both of them, "I must go we are short in the kitchen today."

Searching Tig's face she tried to read his reaction to that very strange conversation. He had a glazed over appearance, and was a little green around the gills. She sat back thinking she really needed to see her and get some real answers.

"You already talked to her about 'him' right?" His voice was soft and a bit shaky.

"I swear to god, I haven't seen her in a long time." Kate looked him in the eye holding his gaze.

"All this hocus pocus shit freaks me out. I can't do this right now." He shook his head and ate the rest of his food. "You need to eat." She gave him her 'don't tell me what to do look'. He added softly with a smile, "please." She played nice and pulled her plate back, taking a few bites of food.

"When you're ready let's go get Zoe, and pack some clothes for you to have at the house till we figure some shit out." She pushed her plate away, her appetite just wasn't there.

He washed his last bite down with some coffee and then pulled a wad of money out of his cut, dropping a 20 on the table. "A 'right, let's get going."

XXX

Driving her mustang out to Van's garage gave her time to rehash today's events thus far. She and Tig had parted this morning after dropping off Zoe at her place under strained emotions. He was openly pissed at her for doing the boost. Distant and argumentative with her he'd pushed her limits of understanding his angst from the craziness of yesterday. After trying so hard not to argue with him because she knew he was struggling. His attitude and demeanor led her to snap. Laying into him out of pure frustration it had been a loud and unusually mean argument. Reminiscent of the blow up at Teller-Morrow before their last break up, she'd watched him drive off on his Dyna wondering if they really could make it work.

Her argument with him had been layered with many issues. First and foremost it was wrong of him to walk back into her life a whole 3 days ago and start bossing her around. He had no right to make decisions for her or to tell her she couldn't go. Treating her like that only drove her harder in the opposite direction.

Countering that she had no business getting wrapped up in Dom's affairs she'd laughed at him. Looking back now she realized that hadn't been a good move on her part, it had only enraged him. A mad Tig did not argue fair.

Another issue she had with his vehement reaction simply revolved around the fact that he took chances every day. She had to live in constant fear of him getting hurt or killed. Hardened after everything she had been through starting from Wes, to Max, then the Penitentiary it was laughable that he wanted to treat her like a piece of china. She'd been shot several times, lost a baby, and had killed in cold blood in order to survive.

Some days she felt numbed by it all. Trying to keep her head straight she'd told herself over and over it had all been to survive, or to protect someone she loved. Yet she knew some of the killing had been for a totally different reason, from revenge to hatred. Stuck in limbo she didn't fit into a 'normal' society, yet she hadn't fallen far enough to fit in the latter category. Knowing she was on the wrong side of heaven and the right side of hell, she went through life trying to be true to her dreams. It was a harsh reality that she faced daily. Unable to open up to her explanations Tig had blown her off, acting as though she was some candy assed baby. That had hurt, hurt badly and in the end made her wonder just how he did see her.

Basically the argument had shown her that he didn't trust her to be around Dom. Add to that his complete disdain for her being involved in a boost along with the idea that she didn't understand what the ramifications would be if they got caught was laughable. Truly devastated in his complete lack of faith in her, and with her experience she was sick of heart and mind.

Pulling into the lot she parked her Mustang facing the gate with a clear exit just in case things got hot later. Walking up to the shop Fricke was standing outside smoking a cigarette. He offered her one and she gladly lit up, standing in complete silence listening to the hum of power tools she took a deep breath and let out all her anger. Fricke smiled at her nodding his head as if he knew exactly why she was upset.

Walking in she realized something had gone down. Dom's Charger had several bullet holes in it, with the back window completely blown out. Van's voice was heated, "As much as I love your kid brother, you can't go up against the Niners. They simply have to much man power." An idea sparked in her head, so she headed over to offer a solution.

"Hey guys." Leaning on the trunk of the Charger she crossed her arms with a smirk on her face. Today was just one of those days. Everyone had their blood up getting charged for the boost.

Dom didn't look at her, "we need a few minutes Kate."

Biting her lip to hold check her anger she shrugged her shoulders, "I overheard what's happening. You need a solution, I have one, but I guess you don't want to hear it." She turned to walk away.

"Now just hold on Katie, I'd sure like to hear your solution." Van's tone was an obvious chide to Dom's attitude.

Turning back towards Van, she never acknowledged Dom. "The Niner's owe SAMCRO in a huge way. I make the call and they will get them to back off." She smiled sweetly at Van when his eyes lit up.

"Well I for one would love for you to make that call. It would take a whole level of danger off this boost." Van smiled at her then gave Dom a smack on the shoulder. "Lucky for us she's got friends in low places."

"Make the call." Dom stalked off.

Walking outside she texted Chibs using the 911 code she hit send. Her phone rang immediately. "It's Kate."

"You're okay?" He was brisk and spoke quickly.

"I'm not in trouble right now. I need your help though. You know about the boost I'm in on?" She figured Tig had grumbled about it to Chibs at least.

"Oh ay, 'es in a fine mood o'er that one," his angst was clear.

"Let me get to the point. The Niners feel Dom is taking their business, they came after him today. We only have a team of eight. Not nearly enough time, resources or people to fight that crew over who's who. Can SAMCRO help a girl out and tell them to step off? This is a onetime boost to save Dom's brother. After that they can have the business all to themselves." She took a deep breath, waiting for his reply.

"I have to take it to the table. Luckily we are walkin in ta one right now. I will back your request, and I'd like to offer our services if shit goes south with the Swede after tha boost." He sighed, "You and I need ta sit down and talk after this, that's my payback."

"Deal, and Chib's…" she hesitated emotions flooding her. "I'm so sorry for your losses. I'm here if you need anything."

"Luv ya Mac." He hung up leaving Kate staring at the phone in disbelief at his unusual show of affection.

Turning she nearly ran into Dom who had stepped outside clearly listening in on her conversation. "Was that Tig?" She huffed and sidestepped him not in the mood.

"No," Angry with his openly hostile attitude she spoke up. "Honestly Dom, what's up your ass?"

"I don't need Tig's help. They are just a bunch of gang bangers. We will be done before they know what hit them." Arms crossed he stared her down.

"Oh for fucking Pete's sake! Swallow your fucking pride. Get off your high horse and suck it up Buttercup! I for one will be glad not to look over my shoulder all night. It's going to be hard enough to pull this off." Having her fill of male ego's for the next eternity she didn't regret her tone or her words.

Van had walked up during her outburst and patted him on the shoulder good naturedly. "I'd listen to the woman, trust me I have experience in that department."

Sallies voice carried from the entry. "I heard that!" Her light laughter carried out to them.

Leaning in she gave Van a light kiss on the cheek. "If you weren't already taken I'd marry you." Flipping her hair she walked away from the two men and went to talk to Sally.

Sally smiled brightly at her, "come into my office dear. You look like you need some female company."

Following her into the office she saw a picture of Pete and Anna hanging on the board above her desk. "So Anna is your twin." It was more of a statement than a question. "I felt the shift yesterday when we met."

"Ah yes, I spoke with Anna last night. She adores you, and has always had a fondness for Alex. He has such a strong Aura, and Anna told me it's getting clearer every time she sees him. Says it's because of you." She paused handing Kate a bottle of water. "So you had a very nasty argument today with him about this whole business?" She waved her hand at the shop.

"Yes," she didn't even ask how she knew. It just felt good to talk to a woman about it.

"I'm going to offer some advice, and I only ask that you listen. You may not like what I have to say, but Anna and I did a reading last night together about you." Kate gave her the 'what the hell' look. Sally just smiled and kept going. "Sometimes we cannot help it. This is our gift. We just have to follow where it leads us."

"Ok," I will listen, shivers ran up her spine.

"You have had to be extremely ruthless, making tough decisions in order to survive. And you have to live with the juxtaposition of thinking you need to atone for what you have been told are mistakes by the norm of society. Your truth within is the knowledge that you are fearless and stubborn and though life has thrown you many punches you take them on the chin and keep going. Your self-confidence, resourcefulness and strength have kept you alive, and again the duality of this is that you feel you should have died many times over." Sally stopped grabbing Kate's hand lightly, "My dear you must let go of what you think society expects of you, and embrace the path that fate has set for you. This means forgiving yourself, letting go of the many ghosts you carry around and living life in the present, and for the future."

Kate felt heat radiating from Sally's hand traveling up her arm and settling in her core. Calmness washed over her, the weight lifting from years of fighting the war inside her mind and soul.

Studying her palm, Sally smiled up at Kate. "This," she rubbed over the base of her thumb, "shows me that you are exotic and magnetic in matters of the bedroom." She looked at Kate with her eyebrow raised, "Tig is a Pisces, a water sign as well, and is drawn to you on an elemental level. You will never lack in that area of your relationship."

"Hmph, that's no lie." Katie smiled, that had never been an issue with the two of them.

"Trust your intuition. It has never led you astray. And believe in your insight with spiritual experiences." She stopped closing her eyes, "Your child is with you, you've seen him. Believe, and with this belief will come something amazing."

"Mac! Let's roll!" Dom's voice rang through the garage.

Sally held on to her hand, holding her back. "You must end your self-destructive ways Kate. Accept your past, make peace with it." Standing up with Kate she leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Let him back in, forgive to move forward." Kate felt oddly at peace, not at all disturbed by Sallies 'reading' having had many from her sister Anna. She turned to leave, "Oh, and Kate? Anna and I better be invited."

Looking over her shoulder she laughed. "To what?"

She waved her hand at Kate shoeing her on, "you will see. Now go get Dom's brother."

Dom called them all into a quick meeting. Joining the team she worked on getting focused for what promised to be a long night. "We only have one shot at this. As the night goes forward we stand more of a chance to catch some heat. Keep it cool. Don't get pulled over for something stupid." Leaning back into the workbench he looked at each team member, "No cowboy shit, if you feel like something's not right, you walk. If we come up short I will deal with the Swede."

The vibration of her phone on her ass let her know she had a text coming in. Pulling it out she hoped it was Chibs with a decision from the Son's. Instead it was from Tig. 'We are meeting with the Niners in half an hour. Shouldn't be a problem, I will let you know for sure after meet. Katie, I'm beggin' you to be careful. If you need me, my phone will be on me at all times, I will bring the Calvary. BE SAFE, come home to me tonight.'

She smiled lost in his protective yet accepting text, glad that he was dealing with her involvement on a better level. 'K. Tell Chib's n guys thanks. I will be looking for your text. & Tig…yes dear.' She hit send and looked up at Dom, "The Sons are meeting the Niners, and they don't foresee a problem. I will call it on the 'walkie talkie' as soon as I hear."

"All right, let's ride…" Van hit a button on his old school boom box and Low Rider came blaring out. She watched in surprise as Dom took a deep breath then he 'danced' or more like flowed with the music. Some of the other guys did their own version of getting tuned in. It was infectious. Soon she was letting the words play in her head, getting into the groove.

"And…go." Dom made the rally 'em up signal walking towards his Volvo. The rest of them loaded up and went for their first pickup.

Fricke tossed her a set of keys to the jeep, a smile on his face. "Let's show them how this is done Big Guy," giving him a big smile she started up the jeep and followed the crew out of the garage. He pointed to the first address punching up the satellite mapping it out on a grid. It showed all the ways in and out, giving them options if trouble came up.

They pulled into a fancy housing sub, full of money and stuffy ass holes. Fricke pulled out a black box with switches and frequencies putting in a code the garage door opened next to a house on the left. She pulled out a photo from recon, checking the locations of all neighborhood cars. Nothing looked off. She continued up the street, driving past the house. No one had checked on the door opening so they were still at work, she did a quick turn around and parked in front of the house. Fricke handed her a filed down key and she walked calmly up the driveway. The doors clicked on the car as he used the box to unlock it. Flashing him a quick smile she got in, started her up and quietly rolled her down the driveway.

Fricke took off with the jeep, the door closing on the garage as he pulled away. She put it into gear, easing her out of the neighborhood. Once on the open road she opened up Chastity, loving the response and fell of this high performance beauty. The Bentley was a dream to drive, and she had to watch her speed. So smooth and effortless it handled like a dream on the way to the wharf where they would deliver it to be put into shipping crates.

Her phone vibrated in the zipper pocket next to her breast. Taking a quick peek she saw it was the one she was waiting for. Hitting open it read simply. 'All clear & don't you yes dear me Mule.' She laughed out loud at his playful tone, glad to know if things went to shit he would be there for her, she responded simply. 'Nag' Getting close to the wharf he put her phone back zipping it place and touched the hand of her 9 mil hidden under her leather jacket in a special holder built into the lining. She'd made it herself wanting the added security and ease of access while remaining hidden.

So far the boost was running smoothly with everyone dropping their first marks off within minutes of each other. Since this was the first drop she'd have to pass the security check with the Swede's crew, once through she'd drop the car and meet up with Fricke who'd be waiting.

Entering the north end of the Wharf she drove up to the Dock area into a well-lit actively working loading dock. A guard flashed his light at her to pull over. Rolling the window down she looked up waiting for him to motion her forward. He raised an eyebrow, "You're with Purcell's crew?"

Smiling sweetly at him she gave him a smart ass answer, "gee I guess I am."

"Red container #161, you're first in tonight." He waived his light in the direction of the containers lined up along the dock. She gunned it, coming to a halt in front of the container. She exited, blew the car a kiss and walked away leaving it running. Fricke pulled up in the Jeep seconds later and she hopped in. He wasted no time, and they got off the wharf heading out to the main road.

Approaching the intersection she saw a headlight flash at them. Looking closer she saw two Dynas parked off to the right next to a building. "Fricke, stop." He pulled over into the parking lot giving Kate a hard look as he pulled his gun. "I know them. It's my boys from SAMCRO." He nodded but kept his gun out anyway. Her heart stopped in her throat as she recognized Tig's silhouette materialize out of a shadow next to the building. Instantly her body hummed in appreciation as he sauntered over. The glow of a cigarette lit Chib's face as he remained in the shadow up against the building.

She stayed in the Jeep, knowing if she got out they would lose serious time, she'd get distracted by him, his scent, his overwhelming presence always undid her. Lowering her window she watched him as he approached. "That was a fucking Bentley. Bet that was fun to drive." He grinned at her and then leaning into the window met her lips with a searing kiss.

'Oh holy fuck,' wound up from the adrenaline of the boost, she nearly moaned out loud wanting more. He pulled back, his face set in hard lines as he looked at Fricke. "Tig this is Fricke. He's my wheel man."

They nodded at each other quietly sizing each other up. Apparently happy with him he looked back at her. "We will be watching the Pier and the Mill that the Swede is set up at until the boost is finished. Any shenanigans and we can let you know, and help out."

"Tig, this isn't necessary." 'It's like your baby sitting me'. She was angry feeling like a high school girl on her first date with an overprotective dad.

"Wasn't happening any other way the minute you got involved." He stopped gave her his 'I mean business look' and continued. "Deal with it."

Knowing she could sit here and argue all night and it wouldn't matter, she just gave him a glare. "Nag." Throwing his head back he laughed, loud and obnoxiously. "Let's go Fricke." She flipped him the bird as he drove off.

The night continued to run quietly, though a few teams had run into heat. They'd had to leave 3 beamers untouched. The keys had been bought and the seller had sold them out. Dom knew the detective who ran the stolen cars unit in Oakland, he'd been on Dom's ass before, and was hot to catch him. From here on out they were running on thin ice now that he'd made a play.

On their way to their last car, Sally, a gorgeous creature of a muscle car, her phone rang. She picked up as Fricke paid off the guard and they drove into the parking garage. He continued on and found her parked and waiting for them. The infamous '65 Mustang fast back, painted silver with black stripes she was in mint condition. "Kate."

Tig's smooth baritone voice came through. "Where are you?"

"At our last pickup, in motion." She grabbed the key from Fricke as she got out. He followed her and worked on disarming the alarm system so she could mount up and head out.

"Watch for plain eyes. We are getting a lot of action down by the Wharf, they are circling like sharks. Don't think they know the exact drop location. Got a couple parked across from us at the intersection looks like they are waiting to follow one of you in." Fricke motioned for her to go. She opened up the door and slid into the custom bucket seat. "We have some decoys that will get them moving when Dom gives me the heads up. You're all gonna drop at the same time. Rendezvous at the Tap Room parking lot on Front Street till we call you in."

"Got it, time to fly," hanging up she turned the key and got lost in the sound of her engine as it purred. Fricke led the way out, with Kate hot on his ass. Flashing her lights she pulled up next to Fricke. "Change in plans, follow me." He nodded and she rolled out ahead of him.

She and Fricke were the last to arrive, pulling in behind Joey she waited. Dom was leaning against his car on his phone. Minutes later four high end race model cars flew by heading towards the intersection by the Wharf entrance. She noticed they were all driven by black. 'Niners. They must have owed SAMCRO big time.'

Dom whistled signaling for them to follow him. She kept sweeping the area as they got close to the docking zone. The guard waved them through obviously nervous that they'd all drove in at once. Unloading they busted ass to their waiting rides, not wanting to get caught if the cops showed up.

Jumping in Fricke took off, everyone going in different directions. She saw flashing lights ahead. Slowing his pace as they drove by the scene they both took a long look. One of the race cars was pulled over, the passengers laid out on the hood as the cops ran plates and I.D's. Once past it, he jumped on a freeway and headed back to Van's. They both kept a close eye out for any tails as he did a ride around the block before pulling into the garage lot.

The vibration of her phone told her that Tig had sent a message. She pulled out her phone, 'meet you at Van's. Wait there.'

'K', she hit send not writing long message, just wanting him to be safe.

Parking the Jeep in a bay, two younger guys put it up on the rack, changed out the plates and tore it down making it appear as though it had been there all along. Looking around she noticed as all the cars were rolling in they were being set up the same way. All but Dom's, he hadn't made it back.

Van was pacing at the side door, on his phone. His empty hand waving in dismay as he talked, hanging up he went outside. She needed a smoke and some answers. Following him out she found him leaning against the building breathing hard and visibly upset. "Van, what's wrong. Are you okay?" His wheezing worried her.

"Ah, Katie," He faced her with sad eyes.

"Dom…" Her breath caught in her throat the word came out as a squeak.

"Well, he's with the Swede." He brushed back hair that wasn't there, obviously an old habit from long ago. "It seems he wants to pull hairs about the 3 cars we couldn't deliver."

"Shit," knowing he was there left a cold hole in the pit of her stomach. Pacing with nervous energy she thought out loud. "He will kill him and his brother. He never intended on paying anyway."

He cleared his throat, "I told Dom that from the start. But he had to try." Running his hand over his head again he smiled at her. "What the Swede doesn't expect is the backup Dom has."

"The Sons," her voice caught again. Tig would be in the middle of all that along with Dom. This was a nightmare. Suddenly dog tired and scared that something bad was going to happen she leaned against the building and slid down sitting on her ass, legs tucked into her body.

Van plopped down next to her, "you got an extra smoke in that pack for an old man?" He winked at her. She pulled one out handing it to him with the lighter. "Don't tell Sally, she will make my life hell for this. I quit three years ago."

Giving him a sad smile, "I didn't see anything."

"You did good tonight, real good." He took a long drag, sighing as he inhaled. "Sally says they will be okay, that the Swede will die, and ours will walk out whole." He stopped and took another drag, "still hard not worrying."

"Has she ever been wrong?" Asking made her shiver, maybe it would have been better not knowing.

Looking at her he winked, "Only when it comes to me." Smiling she looked out into the dark night, listening to the distant traffic and occasional sirens. Oakland at night, in this area of town was always busy.

Clearing his throat he patted her arm, "I got out cause I lost to many good friends, that and some time behind bars." Shaking his head he continued. "This life…you don't need it." He stopped rubbing his hand over his head again. "You see your smart, one hell of a driver, and you're a cool cookie. And that's the problem. You are too good at this. It would be easy for you to fall in with someone like Dom and earn a reputation, earn respect and make good money, easy money." He chuckled, "hell, if I was 20 years younger, and didn't have Sally I'd a fought Trager for you."

"Van," She laid her head back, "where are you going with this?"

"Don't ever work a boost again. Get back on track with MacKinney's Paint, build a life with Trager." He chuckled clearly amused, "I can't see it. Just can't."

"Can't see what?" She was trying not to get defensive over the ever popular 'how are you with him routine'.

He got quiet, brooding, "I was a lot like Tig in my younger years." He held up his hand, "I know, I know, I many not look like much right now but then…" he smiled. "I've known Tig since he patched in under Clay. Watched him all these years be a solid man, sure he had good and bad in him, we all do. I always liked him." He took her hand, his warm and solid. "My Sally took me as I was, never tried to change me just accepted the man I am. I see that in you." Not sure what to say she just sat quietly, considering the words he'd said to her. She hadn't heard him say much, so for him to tell her all that was surprising. "What I was trying to say was I can't see how we got lucky finding women who would see the good in us, love us for who we truly are."

"Well first of all I don't give a rat's ass what other people think about our relationship. There is so much more to him than people see." She stopped, looking sideways at Van who was listening with his eyes closed, smiling. "I fell for him the first time we met. It was like I'd known him from before, long before. We…just…fit."

She pulled her phone out looking at the time, wondering how long it would take to hear anything. She was worried, and though the conversation with Van had been interesting it hadn't helped ease her mind.

"Don't you worry now sweetheart. Those boys have been doing this for a long time. They know how to handle themselves. They'll be along soon." He groaned as he got up, "best go in and keep those hooligans entertained." He offered her a hand.

"Thanks, but I'm gonna sit out here for a while. I need to think." She smiled sweetly up at him. He nodded down at her, gave her a wink then walked through the door.

Questions circled in her head. Would Dom be able to make a bargain with the Swede? Was his kid brother even alive? How involved would the son's get? She felt fairly certain that Tig was okay, that little nagging feeling just wasn't there, but the danger was real.

Knowing today had to have been hard on Tig, as the club had dealt with Jax, and Gemma's deaths, her heart ached form them. Her extended family had been dealt a solid blow. Hell she'd even been upset, especially with Gems death. It just seemed so extreme, yet it was a legacy started long ago by John's affair in Ireland. She saw now that Gemma had never forgiven him, and had used Clay to carry out her revenge.

Thinking back she realized that Gemma had needed Clay on many levels, but she didn't think that she'd really loved him in the way she loved Jax and the kids. In the end Clay had begun to see that, and he'd known once his hands gave out, once he'd no longer be a voting member that Gemma would destroy him just like she had John. Her whole existence had been to see Jax at the head of the table, and to ensure the boys followed him in the life.

Ironically, in the end she'd destroyed everything. Corrupting the club through Clay, she'd forced him to become a twisted ruthless man who'd gone over the edge. His fall had nearly taken Tig down with him. She hoped deep inside that her involvement with Tig had saved him. It was obvious Gemma had been sick for a long time. Somewhere along the line in her life she'd lost touch with her humanity, with the real world. Lacking a conscience, she'd made decisions based on her reality. Shaking her head Katie almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

Gemma had left an empire of ashes. Abel and Thomas were now parentless. The price of her actions would be a legacy of ghosts that would haunt them throughout their lifetimes. Katie knew she was going to reach out to Wendy and Nero to offer help in any way they needed it. Those innocent little boys needed any break they could get.

It was no wonder her and Tig had struggled to maintain a relationship. Her life had been rough from the start. No excuses, she'd created much of the turmoil in her younger years, she'd been a hellion, never seeing past the next party or adrenaline rush. Her mistakes had cost her. Wes her first serious 'crush' had been killed brutally by the Mayans in front of her eyes. Then they'd raped her, her innocence gone at an early age. Though she had really tried to change, her choices in life had just gotten more mixed up. Her first 'adult' relationship had been a disaster, putting her in harm's way with the Russian Mob. In her defense she'd left, when things had gone to hell, living on the run for three years working on getting her life back together.

Coming home to her dying dad had been a double edged sword. It had been hard seeing him that first time due to their rocky relationship. After her wild teens she'd always felt like he hated her like he didn't want her around. She was just trouble to him. Yet when she had walked in it was like she was his little girl again, the one he'd spoiled and given whatever she'd asked for. He'd given her MacKinney's garage and told her to keep his legacy alive.

Still struggling to find 'her' she had taken on the garage as a challenge. It gave her a reason, gave her a sense of balance and slowly she'd started getting level. Then Tig had fallen into her life. On a long list of regrets he'd never been on it.

Not once.

The struggle was learning how to accept a connection they had deep down inside. Neither of them had been perfect, each bringing their own fucked up situations into a relationship that was complicated from the start. Smiling she remembered something he'd said to her so long ago after they'd slept together for the first time. "…it was more than that, you fit. I can't explain how I feel around you either. All I know for certain is that whatever this is, it can't happen." Knowing him now she understood what his inner struggle had been. He was trying to protect her. From the club, the life and lastly she knew he felt like he would hurt her.

Maybe she'd been stupid or stubborn for falling so hard so fast. Probably she'd been a combination of both. The simple fact was he was in her blood. She'd tried, for close to two years to stay away from him. In one defining gunshot her life was tied to his again.

Flip.

Hearing the door open she didn't bother to look and see who it was. Lost in her thoughts she lit another cigarette and sat with her knees tucked to her chest. Fricke's big leather boots came into view as he walked past her. He lowered himself down with surprising grace for such a large man handing her a cold beer bottle.

Looking at him she smiled and took the beer. Taking a long pull she sat back sighing. 'Come on Tig, fucking call or something'. Fricke's arm reached around behind her. She lurched forward, surprised. He gave her the 'seriously' look, and pulled her back into his chest. He sighed, as she sat stiffly unsure of his intentions. Putting his hand gently on her head he made her lean back into him, tucking her head under his. His other hand rested on his leg holding his beer as he settled his right hand on the pavement. She realized he was just making her comfortable.

His gentle offer of warmth and friendship was touching. He must have figured out she was worried about Tig and Dom. It felt good to lean on someone, to let them help her. In the short time they'd known each other she had come to trust him. She patted his leg, taking a swig then simply, "thanks."

"You're welcome." His voice came out deep and scratchy, barely audible. Trying not to be dramatic and embarrass him she realized he wasn't mute like others thought. Obviously he'd been injured, talking probably hurt.

"Does it hurt to talk?" Her curiosity got the best of her.

"A bit," his head nodded.

Sitting in companionable silence they finished their beers. The rumble of a bike in the distance pricked her ears. She sat up scrambling to her feet. Headlights of Dom's charger turned down the street towards Van's followed by a lone rider. Dom pulled in with Tig on his bumper. Unable to stop herself, she walked to his bike as relief flooded her.

Watching him for any signs of damage she waited as he dismounted, taking off his helmet and gloves. He slipped out of his leather, and laid it across the seat. In the background she heard the crew celebrating as his kid brother got out of the car. Favoring his side he rubbed it with his left hand as he walked around the bike to her. Relief had rendered her mute. Locked in place she watched his blue eyes glow from the security lights. He looked her up and down, "Whiskey." Placing his hands on each side of her face he leaned in. Elation floated through her as his mouth met hers, slowly, softly telling her without words how much she meant to him. A fire built deep inside of her as she pressed closer into him. His hands cradled her head his fingers gently massaging the back of her head and neck. Pulling his lips away she groaned, wanting more. "Shhh, easy sweetheart," he rumbled softly. "Ah, you kill me, you really do." Holding her face still he looked at her for a long while, his eyes luminous with unshed tears. "I'm sorry I didn't understand earlier. You can't help yourself, so fucking sweet and strong. You'd give your last dollar to help someone if you had too." He shook his head, "just like you did for me, all those years ago."

Stunned by his apology tears escaped, rolling down her face. "It was so hard for me not to go. I am pretty sure Van set Fricke out to baby sit me so I wouldn't leave." Swiping angrily at her tears, "was it bad Tig? What happened?"

"It's over, no blood shed. The Swede realized he was outnumbered. He agreed to let Dom's brother go and we agreed to leave him to his own business on the wharf." He wiped the remaining tears away with the pad of his thumb. Knees weak with relief she let him pull her into a hug. "Baby you're shaking. It's all right." Tucking her head into his chest he rubbed her back and neck softly. "Common sugar, just breathe and relax."

Pulling away from him she stamped down her emotions, "I'm ok now. I think I'm worried more for you than about you…do you understand?"

He gave her a cockeyed grin, "Nope, ya lost me."

She took his hands, looking into his eyes as she continued. "What kind of arrangements is being made for Jax, Gemma and Unser?" The flash of pain in his eyes mirrored the jerk in his hands. Knowing that she had touched a nerve she held on, not letting him pull away.

"Tomorrow we bury Jax and Gemma in the same cemetery John is in." He touched his forehead to hers, "Unser is being taken care of by his ex." The memorial is at the grave site, at 3 p.m. There will be a wake after at Red Woody." His whole body shook, as he took a deep breath.

Pulling him into her, tucking his head to her chest she let him unload. Quietly he shook as she felt the wet hot tears on her chest. Rubbing his neck she held him tightly. "I know baby, I know. I will be alongside of you the whole time. We will get through this together." He shook his head slightly acknowledging her. "You're gonna have to be strong for Chibs. He's going to need you."

Taking another deep breath he pulled back out of her embrace wiping the tears off his face furiously. "I'm ok now. Gonna be okay, gotta be strong for Chibs, for the club. The guys will need us to lead them through this."

Touching his face softly he leaned into it closing his eyes. "I will be there for you at night, you can let go then. I will be strong for you."

He took her hand, opening his eyes and just looking at her for several long minutes. "I'm gonna need you, you're my glue."

"I'm not going anywhere." With a smile she let go of his hand and turned towards her Dyna. "Common, Mr. VP, let's go home."

XXX

Jumping as he awoke from a dream he realized he was in Kate's bed, her long legs entwined with his as he lay spooned up against her. She was still sleeping hard, her breathing steady and soft. Relaxing his muscles he kissed the top of her head, nuzzling lower he nibbled on her ear lobe. Hearing her soft moan, he felt her stretch like a cat, slowly rolling onto her back.

They'd spent the night together, getting lost in each other. It had only been a week since he'd been shot. He still hadn't gotten his fill of her. Making up for lost time they had been insatiable. He loved that about her. There were no games, no pushing him away. If he needed her then she was there for him. He offered the same for her. Neither one had to explain, they just knew.

She'd offered him solace when he'd broken down, his emotions running so close to the surface he was raw. Her silent acceptance, her steady unbreakable presence was giving him the strength to face today. Today they buried Jax and Gemma. He hoped that somehow in the afterlife they would find some forgiveness. He just couldn't wrap his head around how she had destroyed so many people's lives. He'd loved Gemma in his own twisted way for many years. Her betrayal had felt personal. It hurt deep inside knowing Jax had taken his own Mothers life. The true heartache was the boys. He would make damn sure they never wanted for anything. He and Chib's had promised Jax to always look out for them.

Feeling her breath tickle his ear she talked softly as her hand played with his chest hairs. "Mornin' baby," her hand traveled lower as she nibbled on his ear. Alternating between licking, nibbling and blowing soft puffs of air into his ear she kept lowering her hand rubbing his chest, then his sides to his lower abdomen, and the inside of his thighs. All the while she avoided his raging hard on. Losing the ability to hold still his hips starting moving gently pushing the tip of his erection against her hip. "Alex, love…I...need…you." Cupping his balls as her thumb played with his tip she tipped her head meeting his lips.

Softly he nibbled on her lower lip and then deepened the kiss, tonguing her in rhythm with his hips. Delicious heat spiraled up his body as he rocked into her hand. Guiding him into her she lay on her side facing him she let him set a slow rhythm. Lowering his hand he used his thumb and finger to work a separate rhythm. Releasing the kiss he worked his mouth lower to her ample breast. Finding an erect nipple he suckled her softly, rolling his tongue around with a rhythm of its own. Feeling the tremors rack her body her sighs and hitched breathing drove him on.

Writhing next to him, moaning and pushing against his hand and dick, her body bucked as she moaned. "Oh Alex," her voice broke as she whimpered against his neck. "Oh…oh god, yes…" She sucked on his neck as her body trembled, her release taking hold. Keeping his hand in motion, he picked up the pace as her waves broke against his raging hard on. Feeling her muscles clamp and unclamp, the tremors pulsing against him undid him.

A lightning bolt shot up his torso as he let go into her. Holding his breath he pumped furiously her moans fueling him on. Groaning through the end of his release he pulled out, but left his hand intact. Using his juice as a lubricant he continued to work his fingers and thumb into her heat. Her hips pushed into his hand, her breathing hitched as she made soft mewling sounds. "Ah baby, that's it." Using his mouth on the inside of her thighs his cool lips kissed her softly as she rocked into his hand. He felt the clenching of her muscles as she writhed beneath him grunting softly while her orgasm rolled through her. Knowing she was incredibly responsive to his touch he kept going, holding her in place as he worked her towards another explosion.

She cried out this time, "Oh god, oh god." Bending her knees she grunted lifting her hips off the bed opening her long legs wide as she pumped into his hand.

Climbing on top of her he pulled his hand out as she continued moaning and turning her head from side to side whimpering, lost in the orgasm. In one swift motion he rammed into her hard, close to his release again. Lifting her hips he drove into her so deep he could feel her wall as he pulled in and out. Quickly his fire built, the release slamming into him like a sledgehammer to his abdomen. He moaned, "oh fuck Katie, oh god baby." Collapsing on top of her he struggled to catch his breath. Using his forearms he held himself off her as much as possible while he recovered.

Feeling her struggling to breathe as well, he rolled off next to her, his arm so heavy he couldn't lift it off her abdomen. Turning her head towards him she gave him a sweet smile, "Will the wanting ever end Alex? Will I ever get enough of you?"

"I don't know Katie, I surely don't know." He kissed her forehead finally able to move again.