Chapter 13

Back at the station:

After Gemma's little announcement I knew there would be some questions coming my way form the new sheriff, I could fear all eyes staring at me, I had to mentally prepare myself for the conversation I knew I was about to have with the sheriff, but to my surprise it wasn't the sheriff that started shooting off questions, directed at me it was none other than that bitch of an ATF agent, we had, had a run in with her about 3 years ago during a case we were working on and our paths had cross, I had absently profiled her and believe me it wasn't a pretty picture and from what I have heard she hasn't gotten any better, some would even say she had gotten worse.

"What did she mean you are the SAMCRO Princess, what actual is your connection to the Club, you don't appear in any files I have, or information I have gathered over the last 2 years regarding the Club, how is that possible?" She asked getting right in my face smirking at me.

"First have you ever heard of personal space or a breath mint, cause if you don't get out of mine you're not gonna like what I have to say or how I saw it, agent Stahl?" I replied with a smirk of my own, I would not back down from this bitch she has done nothing but make my families lives a living hell since she arrived in this town a few months back. I'm gonna have Spinelli run a deep, deep search on this women, if my profile of her 3 years ago is any indication for her true mental state we had a very loose cannon stand right before us. Upon hearing my words she took a step back and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Well I'm waiting," she said with a bit of an attitude, oh hell no this bitch is not giving me a tude, I don't know if being back in Charming is what has me reverting to my old was, I just couldn't help but poke the bitch.

"How about you continue to stand there and wait, while me and my team do our jobs, last I heard your job was to try and take down SAMCRO not par take in the investigation of multiple murders and kidnapping, how did setting one of the Princes up to look like a rat, how did that work out for you? Yeah that's what I thought." With that I turned around and suggested we get back to working on the case, once we all had re-entered the office we had been in, I turned around to apologize to my team as well as to the new sheriff, "I'm sorry that was totally unprofessional of me, but that bitch just rubs me the wrong way." I said

"No problem agent I fully understand, I don't really care for her method of operation, hearing now you have a connection to the club, not really sure how, but I really feel that Mrs. Winston's death is not related to the killing of Wendy Case and the attack on Dr. Teller which resulted in the kidnapping of 3 children, I believe that is was ordered by the club because Stahl had painted Opie as a rat, something went wrong and Mrs. Winston died instead." Roosevelt said looking right at Remy to see what her reaction would be.

"First of all it's, Knowles, not Teller, if Jax didn't put a ring on Wendy's finger and she was the mother of his child, he sure as hell won't put one on hers." I stated, just the thought of her being with Jax pissed me off to no end; I just want to beat the shit out of her for what she has done to my family.

"Sorry didn't mean to hit a nerve, let me correct myself, his old lady." Roosevelt said was a smirk, he knew he had hit a nerve when calling Tara Dr. Teller instead of Dr. Knowles, he has gathered as much that she had a history with the one and only Prince of Charming Jax Teller, to what extent he wasn't sure of but it's history none the less.

My team was just standing in the room waiting to see what I would say next, they knew the longer she stated in this town her secrets would all be revealed, was she ready for Jax to know about the twins and ready to confess that his son and her niece and nephew are missing because of her, the words that came out of my mouth and action had surprised myself as well as everyone else in the room , as I undid the buttons of my flannel I had a crop top on underneath, I removed my flannel so that I could revealed the crow that resides on my left rib cage, as well as my tribute to my father it read Outlaw's Daughter with the club reaper holding a crystal ball with the anarchy symbol in blue, smack there in between the two words. Once she was sure they all had seen the ink she sported, she put the flannel back on and redid the buttons and began "So until she is wearing a Sons crow she can call herself whatever rocks her socks, still won't make her an old lady, there are very few women in this town who could handle that title, as to my connection to the club as you can gather from my other ink, my Dad was a member of the club, original 9 actually, both my parents were killed when I was young and the club took me in and raised me" no one knew who my Mom's family were, I finally met them 5 years ago, my Mom's family could be consider worse than my Dad's rag tag family members. With my words Roosevelt gave me a look as to say continue, "I didn't know my Mom's family they basically disowned her when she took up with my Dad, they didn't even know where she had gone, or that she had, had a child or that she had died some years back, that's a whole norther story in itself. I know you have already figured it out but I'll paint you a picture none the less, Jax and I started dating when we were 15, I got his crow when I was 18 and he became an official member of the club and received his top rocker, life couldn't have had been better, all was quite with the club, the Mayan/Sons war was over all was right with our world again, that is until Tara Knowles, I left 5 years ago and never looked back until Piney called me and your cases came across our desk. Because of my history and deep connection to the club I removed myself from the case and took some personal time to be with my family at their time of need, had I known earlier I would have been here earlier and maybe Jax's son and my niece and nephew wouldn't be missing," I said as the words I just spoke weighed on my chest like a 10 ton weight, if it wasn't for my team and I, no correction if it wasn't for me they would have been safe and sound home in their beds right now sound asleep. As I got lost in my own head, I heard someone clear their throat and snapped in the direction, totally haven forgotten that my team was ever so present in the room, and by the looks on their faces I could tell they knew I was blaming myself for the event's that lead us to being here. I had to push the guilt I was feeling to the back of my mind so I could do my job and kind them. "Sorry got lost for a second, so what you are telling me, you think the club ok'd a hit on a member, that Piney was ok with killing his son, that Jax was ok with that, forget that Opie is his brother, he's his best friend and my brother, I don't believe that not for a minute, Jax would never believe Op was a rat, so tell me how you really feel." I said very heatedly my blood was boiling now, how dare he even insinuate such a thing.

"I believe it was Clay acting on his own, the King and Prince haven't been getting along as of late, there appears to be a war going on internally between those 2 and it's only a matter of time before it bleeds all over my town and I will not have it, do you understand me." Roosevelt sneered, we continued to stare at one another, neither willing to back down or give an inch that was until Hotch spoke, "I'm assuming if you had any proof he would be in custody right now." "That would be correct, I know I'm right and I also believe that is one of the reasons Mr. Teller and Mr. Morrow are having problems." Roosevelt says. I just stand there listening to the words coming out of this man's mouth, throw Jack in to the mix and now none of these 3 cases seem related, other than by the involvement of a Sons member. I think the team has been going at this all wrong; we need to step back and come at these cases from a different angle.

"Well sheriff until you can provide proof that Mrs. Winston's murder was committed by the club, we will continue our own investigation into it and who knows a fresh set of eyes can see something , anyone can twist the events to suit their needs." Reid spoke he was showing how he had my back and if I felt the club wasn't to blame then until there was proof he would stand by me.