I was in my office the next afternoon when Shelly entered, blushing ferociously and she let me know that Chibs was waiting to talk to me. I told her to let me in here, staring at her bright red face that clashed with her pale blond hair.

My door opened again and I saw why Shelly would be blushing that hard. Chibs, whom Shelly had a not-so-secret crush on, wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his leather cut. I could only imagine Shelly's face when she saw him walk in through the doors.

"I take it as you haven't done any laundry in a while," I suggested, nodding to his cut. Chibs rolled his eyes.

"Your hostess nearly dropped the glasses she was holdin' when I walked in." Chibs said. "I take it as I've still got it." He stretched his arms and leaned back in his chair. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes and he resumed his normal position in the chair. Chibs's face slowly turned into an expression that looked like sadness.

I leaned forward. "What is it?" I asked softly.

Chibs met my eyes and exhaled. "You know my Fiona and Kerrianne?" I nodded. "They're in danger. That man I told you about-the one who took them from me-he could hurt them." Chibs's voice cracked and he rubbed his hands on his face almost violently. "Stahl knows and she offered me a deal."

"Chibs," I said, staring at him. Despite the fact that I had only been invested in the SAMCRO life for only a little while now, I knew perfectly well that to make a deal was a death sentence. "You didn't?"

Chibs's eyes got watery when he looked at me.

I got up out of my chair and sat down right beside Chibs. He let out a sob that sounded like it was ripped from him and I hugged him tightly, just as he had done for me when I was this vulnerable in front of him.

"I told 'er, I'd give 'er intel on the club if she'd protect Fiona and Kerrianne from Jimmy." Chibs explained, his chin resting on one of my shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and another torn sob escaped him.

"You have to tell the others," I said. "Clay will understand if you explain that Fiona and Kerrianne are in danger. And you haven't made the deal yet, have you?"

Chibs shook his head, looking at me as if he had never seen me before. "I'll do that, Moody. Clay won't like it, but he will understand. Thank you, kid." He grabbed my face again and kissed the spot right between my eyes again. "Thank ya for ev'rythin',"

I looked at him. "You're welcome." Chibs released my face and patted my hair.

"Despite the fact that he's an asshole," Chibs said quietly. "Duke did a damn good job raisin' you." He got up and left me sitting there, feeling stricken.

The hammering on my door told me that Juice was back. I opened it and pressed my hand against his chest. "If you came here for another night, I have to work. So come back later." Juice raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'll keep that in mind but we're going on lockdown,"

I stared at him. "Lockdown for what?"

"There's a fight going on tonight and Clay said that in case Zobelle decides to fight dirty, we need to get all of our family and friends to the clubhouse for a lockdown." Juice explained while speed-walking around my apartment with his empty backpack, throwing stuff of mine into it. He went into my bedroom and opened up some drawers before throwing some random articles of clothing into the bag.

"If I have to pack then let me do it!" I exclaimed. Juice tossed me the bag and left the room, I watched his figure leave, thinking about what I had seen under those clothes two days ago. Juice caught me looking at me and he cocked his head at me.

"You can undress me with your eyes when we're finished," Juice said with a smirk. I shook myself out of m haze as Juice laughed loudly from the bathroom. He was collecting my shampoo and toothbrush. I finished packing up some clothes and looked over to Juice as he tossed my bathroom things into the bag.

"How long will I be staying at the clubhouse?" I asked, staring at the packed bag. Juice shrugged and shouldered the backpack.

He reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers. "C'mon. And this time when you spend the night, I refuse to be sleeping on that couch again."

"I can live with that," I said, turning off lights as we walked past them. We climbed down the fire escape and walked into the restaurant kitchen. Juice had parked out front and I had to alert Valerie that she'd be in charge until I got back.

Valerie took the news just as I had imagined. She glared at Juice and pointed a finger at him. "You keep this girl safe. If she comes back with a black eye or a hair out of place, I'll fry your brown ass on that grill over there." Juice risked a glance at the grill, where it was making sizzling noises from the burgers being slapped down onto its hot surface.

We exited the restaurant through the front door and made it to where Juice's bike was parked out front. I took the backpack from Juice's shoulder, throwing it onto my back instead. As Juice mounted onto the bike, I got the feeling we were being watched. I looked around until I looked across the street to Impeccable Smokes. Polly Zobelle was standing outside, staring at Juice and me with a single, raised eyebrow.

I lifted my hand and raised my middle finger at her, shrugging as I did it. Juice snickered as he handed me his helmet. I put the helmet on and hopped onto the bike, a lot easier than my first time. Juice made the motorcycle roar to life and it pulled smoothly out of the parking space and we flew past Impeccable Smokes.

The lot was jam packed with people. I saw people I had never seen before and the crow-eaters and the girls who used to work for Luann. Bianca, Ima, and Lyla were standing by each other, wearing tight and skimpy clothes. Juice pulled into his spot by the other bikes and I noticed that all of the other bikes were all in their spots. The three porn stars, who were standing right next to the bikes, all gave me different looks. Bianca with hatred, Ima with jealousy, and Lyla with a guarded expression.

Juice and I got off the bike and Juice took the backpack from me and swung it around his shoulders. He saw the three porn stars and looked back at me with a smirk. "Let's not go beating them up, Moody."

"I push one against a wall, and you'll never let me hear the end of it." I said. Juice shrugged and grabbed my hand before leading me to the into the clubhouse. I could feel Bianca's glare burning into my back, but I ignored her. The clubhouse was nice and cool inside, and it was filled with even more bikers and other family members and friends. I saw Sheriff Unser standing at the bar, talking to Gemma.

The chapel doors were cracked and I could see some men already in there. Juice saw them too and looked down at me. "I might as well get in there. Here's your bag and you can take it to our room. I'll see you before we leave." He gave me the backpack and kissed me before going to the chapel. I found myself smiling and went back to Juice's room to drop off my stuff.

When I came back out, Tara and Abel had arrived. I made a bee-line for them and greeted them. Abel let out a loud baby noise when he saw me and Tara laughed. "Looks like he missed Aunt Sue." She paused and looked at me. "I hope it's okay if I let him call you that."

I picked up Abel from his carrier and held him close. "It's great." Abel touched my face and made a sort of gurgling noise that sounded like he was laughing. I smiled at him and patted his back. The doors to the chapel opened again and he club marched out of their meeting. Clay led the way and climbing on top of a nearby chair to make himself seen.

"Everyone! Listen up!" Clay yelled from atop his chair. The other club members separated to stand in the crowd, Juice and Jax coming right towards Tara and me. Jax smiled at me and took Abel from my arms. Juice moved over to right beside me and pressed his side against mine. Clay looked at everyone around him, at all of the people who had come inside to listen to him.

"You're all here because we're all family, each and every one of us." Clay said. "And SAMCRO protects their family. What we're going through the next few days, we can't have our family in danger. You'll all be safe here, we have guards at the gates and if any of you see a security issue, just talk to Piney here." Clay gestured down to where Piney was sitting by the pool table. "If there's a comfort issue, you can talk to my old lady, Gemma." He pointed to where Gemma was standing by Unser. Clay stepped down from his chair and there was a scattered applause.

Juice looked down at me. "We're leaving now." He said shortly. He grinned wickedly. "Wait for me."

"Don't I always?" I joked, getting on my tiptoes to kiss him.

"Break it up, you two!" Chibs yelled at us as he walked past. He shooed Juice away and kissed my forehead. "See ya soon, Moody." He and Juice then walked off, Jax going with them. I watched them leave but soon after the thunder of leaving motorcycles left, Gemma approached me.

"I went ahead and bought some groceries for you, in case you wanted to make something." Gemma told me.

"Thanks," I said, already looking towards the kitchen where I could make out the bags of food. "I'm going to see what's in there." I left Gemma and went into the small kitchen. I began to open up some of the bags and pull out what was inside. Gemma had just bought normal groceries but I would be able to make enough food for the army of families I had outside.

I walked back to the bar to see if there was an oven out there: there was, a small one, but it was an oven. I began to head back to the kitchen when I noticed Lyla sitting at the bar with a little blond boy who looked a lot like her. Lyla met my eyes and offered me a small smile, which I returned.

I received help in the kitchen from Gemma and a few other crow-eaters, who kept offering me beer even though I said that I didn't want any. Gemma explained that because Juice and I were a thing, the crow-eaters would start showing me the same respect they showed Gemma or Tara or even Luann.

"So this is what being an old lady feels like," I said to myself. Gemma smiled at and nodded.