*One Year Later*
"Patient has been in and out of consciousness since we arrived on the scene. BP is 80 over 50, her pulse is 80, steady, only visible injury is the head wound from hitting the windshield."
The information was rattled off quickly and in seconds the ER doctors were whisking their patient away leaving the paramedics at the entrance of the trauma bays with their work now completed.
"Internal bleeding," the one paramedic said.
"Oh yeah, internal bleeding," his partner agreed.
"Macy?' Tara's voice called out from deeper down the hall.
"Hey," Macy turned, snapping off her nitrile gloves and tossing them in the bio bin. "What's up?"
"You look good," Tara smiled. "I like the uniform."
"Big bad paramedic," Macy laughed but it was clear she was proud of her new job. "How's my boy?"
"Doing well," Tara nodded. "Wanna see him?"
"You mind, Beach?" Macy asked her partner.
"Nah, go ahead, I'll catch a smoke," he said casually.
Macy hurried off with Tara to visit Abel. He was growing well and currently only there for tests after being in the NICU for weeks and weeks after his surgery.
"Oh my god," Macy sang joyfully. "He's so big. I don't see him enough."
"You're busy," Tara said dismissively, "Don't worry about it."
"Maybe I'll be by this weekend," Macy suggested. "Got nothing else going on."
"Ahh the last resort visit," Tara laughed.
"No it's the 'can I pull myself out of this depression and exhaustion slump' visit." Macy checked her watch and huffed. "I gotta go."
"I better see you this weekend," Tara called out after Macy.
Ignoring the comment, Macy scurried out of the hospital and back to the ambulance. Beach was on the bumper, smoking, and talking with a San Joaquin deputy.
"What's going on?" Macy asked, interjecting herself.
"Deputy Walsh with San Joaquin Sheriff," the man introduced himself.
Her eyebrow arched and she looked at him questioningly. "You know Vic Trammell?"
"I do," Shane said with a nod. "He's a good guy, good cop."
Macy smiled and nodded. "Yes, he is."
"You're Morrow," he snapped his fingers and looked at her. "You were on scene with Beach at the accident?"
"I was," Macy nodded. "Why what's up?"
"I'm just taking statements," Deputy Walsh said. "What was the driver's condition when you brought her in?"
Macy inhaled slowly and paused then answered the deputy's question. "She was stable, in and out of consciousness with low pressure but again, she was stable. I can't really say much more," she shrugged.
"Good thing you were there," Shane said with a smug grin.
"Aw shit," Beach laughed. "Macy's very single Shane, if you wanna quit flashing those panty droppin' grins. I don't think they're necessary."
Macy cocked her head to the side and looked at Walsh expectantly. "Got something you wanna say?"
"When's your shift over?"
Smirking, Macy ran her hands through her hair, casually checking the time on the digital emergency room sign behind Shane.
"About two hours," she told him, trying to play it cool. "You buying me a drink?"
"More than one if you play your cards right," he didn't miss a beat.
"How about we meet at that LEO bar in Lodi?" She suggested. "Cops, firemen and medics, we'll feel right at home."
Shane shook his head. "I hate cops," he scoffed.
Macy smiled again, at least she knew he wasn't a typical deputy but she was far from trusting him. "Okay, where?"
"Lucky's, Lincoln Village," he said. "You know it?"
"I do," she nodded slowly. "Never been."
"Give it a few hours," he winked. "I'll see you there at 7."
Shane made his way back to his cruiser and Macy turned to her partner. "Who the hell was that?"
"That's Shane Walsh," Beach laughed. "He's a good guy, shifty cop though, pushes the envelope a lot but he gets the job done. Hard to disagree with good results."
"So he's not gonna kill me?" She asked him in a more serious tone.
"Nah," Beach assured her. "Worst he'll do is take a girl to bed and not call her back. He doesn't lay hands on women."
"Going to bed with a man who won't lay hands on me? Boring," Macy laughed. "I shouldn't have said yes," she chided herself, "But I could tell he was underestimating me, assuming I can't keep up. I like challenges."
"How long has it been?"
"A year," she sighed. "My ex was all I ever wanted, took a minute to find someone interesting enough," Macy remarked as Shane flicked on his lights so he could speed away unbothered.
"Looks like your interest has been sparked."
Beach was usually right but he really called that one. After one drink, Macy had crawled Shane's six foot frame in a bathroom stall at Lucky's.
"Goddamn woman," Shane growled, a raspy laugh following the words.
"It's been a while," she admitted breathlessly, sliding down his body. Macy wobbled on her feet, her legs weak but Shane helped her, keeping her upright.
"Glad I could help with that," he said smugly as they adjusted their clothing. "Another beer?"
Macy nodded. "Yeah," she smiled up at him, swooning, "I'd like that."
—
*The Next Day*
"How you holding up, brother?" Clay asked as he hugged Opie.
Opie, stoic as ever, nodded. "I'm alive."
"Keeping your head down?"
"Always," he huffed. "Tig lost visitation, too many fights," Opie explained.
"Rosen told us," Clay said. "Better than solitary."
Opie nodded in agreement. "How's Mace?"
"She's alright," Clay told him. "Got a new job, working as a paramedic now so I'm not helping her as much with the mortgage."
"I appreciate that, Clay," Opie said shamefully. "I didn't want this to fall on you. If I coulda put up the money I woulda."
"Don't," Clay said. "Couldn't sell, then I'd have her living with me again," he grumbled. "I don't need that shit and now you'll have a place to go home to when you're out."
"That's going to be awkward as fuck," Opie complained. "The way I left shit with her," he shook his head.
"She's doing alright," Clay said forcefully. "First six months were tough but she's doing better. I think an apology would help things go more smoothly when you get out. The last thing you're gonna need is domestic bullshit when you're released."
"It was a bad move," Opie admitted. "I shouldn't have ended it."
Clay shook his head. "Doesn't matter now."
"Only got her and the witness to think about in here," Opie lamented.
"I think you can cross one of those things off," Clay said darkly.
"That why you're here?"
Clay nodded. "Jax is coming too, should be let through any minute."
"Who?"
Grumbling, Clay looked to see if Jax had been let in but the door was shut and he wasn't in view. Making Opie wait was cruel, so Clay didn't.
"We're pretty sure it was Hobart."
Opie's face went gray, they red, as he sat completely still sigh his hands in tight fists.
"Kyle?" Opie growled. "Kyle ratted?"
"We think," Clay said quietly. "We need solid proof before we vote on anything, now it's just assumptions and circumstantial shit."
"They don't have him with me and Tig, he's not in PC but he's not on our block. We never see him."
"Add that to the evidence," Clay grumbled. "We've been trying for solid proof, it's why you haven't heard shit about it from us."
Opie nodded. "Alright."
"You get first crack," Clay promised. "The second you three are out you handle that shit."
—
After their first encounter, Shane and Macy went out for drinks again that same week before he asked her out properly. When Saturday rolled around Macy was anxiously awaiting his arrival.
It was the exciting first date she should have had as a teen but her childhood and adolescents left so much to be desired. Shane knocked to pick her up and opened the passenger side door for her. As he pulled away from the house, Shane looked over at her with a smirk.
"Did I look like an asshole back there?"
Macy laughed, slightly confused, and shook her head. "An asshole? No. Why?"
"Beach said you liked that kind of shit," he explained. "I wasn't sure if he was putting me on or not."
"He wasn't, I do kind of like that romantic shit," Macy said, embarrassment turning her cheeks red.
"Felt like some movie shit," he laughed. "I got a question," he said, turning a bit more serious.
"Ok," she said expectantly.
"Is Clay Morrow your dad?" His dark eyes flicked from the road for just a second to see her expression go stormy.
Macy nodded. "He is. Is that a problem?"
"Hell no," he chuckled. "I never met your dad but I know Bobby, Jax and Tig. Kind of."
"What?"
He nodded. "Not well. Trammell was my training officer, I met them through him a few times. Met with Tig to pick up cash once or twice."
"So you're a dirty cop?" She asked pointedly.
"I like to use to think of myself as carrying on a SanWa tradition," he shrugged. "There's a lot worse out there than me, Trammell and motorcycle clubs."
Macy nodded and smiled enthusiastically. "That's good to hear, I was worried I'd have to kill you."
"I'll sleep with one eye open," he teased before stepping on the gas and squealing out of Charming.
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