Chibs leaned against his bike, looking up at the night sky as he waited for Jarry to show up. Not long after Tig had left to go let Nero and Wendy know about Jax Teller coming home, he'd called Jarry and asked if she could do some digging for him. With Juice as dead as the others, SAMCRO had lost their intel officer.
He needed to know what kind of man was comin' back. The Jax that had left had been just fine with a fist-fight, but anything more wasn't really who the lad was. Then again, Tom had been the same way and look how he ended. He shook his head. He knew how hard he was takin' Tom's death, and even though he was the one who made the call, the thought of having to possibly deal with an angry Jax Teller was a little too much for his plate right now.
The headlights from Jarry's car were bouncing down the road towards him. He stifled a smile. The road was crap. The advantage to having a bike was he could get around the potholes that the county was never goin' to fix.
After Jarry got the car parked, he walked over to the door and opened it for her. She looked up at him. "Jackson and Cadence Teller's rap sheets are very interesting reading." He stepped back so she could get out of her cruiser. "And I got to talk to the Feds."
He frowned. "Feds?" He'd been sure that Jackie would have had some sort of rap sheet. But minor shit like possession of weed. Not a damn thing that would bring the Feds in. "What kind of charges would the Feds hang on them?"
"Let's start with the state and local charges." Jarry pulled a file out of her car. "We have the misdemeanors; breaking and entering, evading arrest, property destruction, possession, and assault." Then flipping a page. "Now let's move on to the felonies. There's impersonation of a federal officer." She looked up at him. "A few times. Grand theft auto, assault with a deadly, illegal firearms possession. Arson." She flipped another page. "Then we have the weird shit." She shook her head. "There are also nearly a page of grave desecration charges, along with grave robbery."
"Other than the weapons charges, don't see any reason why the Feds would be interested in them." He was a lot wigged out by the laundry list of charges that Jarry had read off to him. But after all of the trouble SAMCRO had with the Feds, that had to be his priority.
"See here's the thing. The Feds were looking for them for questioning in regards to the Winchester Brothers." She looked back to her sheet of paper. "They were wanted for murder, attempted bank robbery. At one point, Dean and Sam Winchester were pretty high up on the FBI's Most Wanted." Jarry shook her head. "But the file has been gutted. And the Feds computer records have been wiped." Sighing. "Someone took very special care in making sure that not only Sam and Dean Winchester were clear, so were Jax and Cadence Teller." She leaned against her cruiser. "The only way I could get any info from the Feds was to talk to an old friend of mine who's an agent who'd actually been working with the lead agent on this. Off the record, he told me it was one of the most frustrating cases he'd ever been on. They wanted to find Jax and Cade Teller because they were sure if those two were found and held that Dean and Sam Winchester would come looking for them." She set the file on the roof of the cruiser. "So my guess is Tom Teller's brother and sister-in-law won't be coming here alone." She looked at him steadily. "They'll more than likely have the Winchester's with them. Hell, half of these charges also have Dean's name in with them. Some have Sam's too."
"What were the other fellas wanted by the Feds for again?" Thinkin' he really hoped he hadn't heard right the first time.
"Murder and attempted bank robbery." She looked back down at her notes. "The attempted bank robbery brought the Feds in initially, and then there was the murder, and then the Winchester's were fugitives."
Who in the fuck had Jackie and his lass fallen in with? The lass Jackie had brought back to Charming was sweet and compassionate and for the first ten minutes she'd been in Charming, had seemed excited to be gaining a family. But he had known before Jackie had said a word to Clay and Gem, that the lad wasn't gonna patch. The lad wanted the lass more than the club. And he knew that what the repercussions would be when Jackie dropped that bomb on Clay, Gem, and Tom. Exiled and disowned.
He still felt awful about what he had tried to do to Jackie's lass. He'd cornered her, tried to seduce her and when that hadn't worked, threatened her. To her credit, even though scared out of her wits, she had stood her ground. At the time, had Bobby not come looking for him, he'd have probably done somethin' he would have really regretted.
Not that he didn't pay for the little stunt he'd tried to pull to keep Jackie with the club. Almost three years after Jackie had been run out of Charming, he'd been on a run up north with Tig and as can happen with Tiggy, there was a bar fight. He'd gotten his ass kicked to the point of a real hospital by some big dude who was obviously ex-military. And at the end of the ass-kicking, the man had leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Think of me the next time you threaten a woman the way you did Cadence Teller." The man had given him a malevolent smile. "And if you ever run across Jax and Cadence Teller again? Turn and walk away. They're part of my family now and I take care of my own."
With that in mind, he looked over to Jarry. "Either Winchester have a military background?"
She flipped through her papers. "No, but Papa Winchester was a Marine in Vietnam. And according to my friend the Fed, after his wife was killed in a house fire, he raised his boys off-the-grid." She looked at him seriously. "Sam and Dean Winchester are lethal."
She put the papers back in the file and handed it to him. "It's all in there." She paused for a second. "I'm sorry about Tom Teller. I know he meant a lot to you." Then she got in her car and drove off.
He watched the tail-lights fade. Another thing he felt badly about; how he used Jarry for club purposes when he'd actually liked her. But they were on different sides of the fence so to speak, so it was for the best.
Tucking the file on Jackie and his wife she'd given him into one of his saddlebags, he pointed his bike towards Red Woody. As his bike chewed up the miles, he thought about a young Jax Teller who had looked so happy when he had returned home with a beautiful lass on his arm. He hoped that Jackie wouldn't be comin' home just to get payback.
Parking his bike outside of Red Woody and grabbing the file, he barely noticed the filming until Lyla stopped him. "Hey." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She frowned a little. "You okay?"
"Not even sure anymore, luv." He gave her a wry smile. "Been so far from okay for so long I don't think I'd know what it looks like."
She returned the wry smile as she gave him a quick hug. "I know how you feel."
"Tig back?" The file in his hand felt like a fucking ton.
She nodded her head towards the new chapel. "Yeah. He's in there." She looked as tired and spun out as the rest of them. "Said Nero and Wendy were hangin' by a thread."
Sighing, he kissed her cheek again. "Just like the rest of us, then." Barely acknowledging the nod from her as he walked off towards the chapel.
Opening the door, Tig was standing off towards the side, staring at the Reaper carved into the Redwood table, cigarette in one hand, beer in the other. Taking a long pull, Tig looked over to him. "Jarry find anything?"
He threw the file on the table. "A whole lot of anything." He snagged the beer in Tig's hand and took a drink. "Read for yerself." Going to grab a beer as Tig sat and started to flip through the file that Jarry had compiled.
After about ten minutes and two-thirds of his beer, Tig looked up. "What the fuck? These two have charges even I don't."
Ah, Tiggy had found the grave robbery and desecration charges.
"Impersonating a federal officer?" Maybe Tiggy hadn't gotten that far. "Why the hell would anyone want to do that?" Tig took the final drink of the beer that had sat untouched while he was reading the file. "Plus the grave shit? What the hell is that about?" His VP shook his black curls. "This ain't your normal list of charges. What the fuck have these two been up to?"
He shook his head. He certainly hadn't been able to think of any fuckin' scenario that would lead to this list of charges, warrants, and allegations. "No fuckin' idea, Tiggy." He closed his eyes for a second. "Jarry said we shouldn't be surprised if they don't show up alone."
"Yeah, I noticed the recurring names." Tig got up grabbing another beer. After Tig got the bottle-cap off and took a drink, Tig looked back to the table, where he'd left the file open. "If we keep our heads, they'll keep theirs. Not seeing a lot of random violence here."
He shrugged. "Would be better if they felt like they could come here without back-up." Then it occurred to him, Jackie could be coming in hot if the lad knew what he had done all those years ago. Maybe back-up was coming with Jackie and his wife not for protection, but to keep Jackie on a leash.
Tig rolled his eyes. Since he'd told Tig that he'd gotten a line on Jackson Teller, the man had reactions that hadn't lined up with how Tig had acted at the time. But as Tiggy had said, the new VP and former SAA had far different opinions behind closed doors with Clay. Then the man looked at him with narrowed eyes. "So, any reason you're so worried about if anyone shows up with them?"
Yeah, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Tiggy. Then realizing how much keeping mouths shut about goings-on had contributed to where they were now. He sighed. "I threatened the lass right before Jackie dropped the not patchin' bomb." He looked at the Reaper and felt the shame all over again. "My guess would be Jackie may be holdin' a grudge."
Tig rolled his eyes heavenward again. "Great." Tig leveled his gaze, blue eyes not thrilled. "What I initially thought would be a family drama clusterfuck is in reality going to now be a family drama clusterfuck with the added bonus of the revenge clusterfuck." Tig shoved back in the chair and stood up. "What the hell. Probably still easier than the shit we've been dealin' with lately." Tig gave him a half-hearted grin and put a hand on his shoulder and gave a squeeze. "That shit was so long ago Chibs, with what it looks like these two have been up to, if Jax had wanted his revenge, he'd have already taken it." Tig shook his head again. "I'm goin' home. I need to get some fucking sleep."
"'Night Tiggy." He nodded at his VP as the man slipped out the door. Sighing, he got up to do the same. Tiggy was right, they all needed some fuckin' sleep.