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Rachel approached Teller Morrow Automotive slowly. She knew she should have just clocked out of work and went home. But she couldn't. The agent's words had ran through her mind all day. Stahl never said that David had been with her romantically, but something in her smug expression seemed to scream at Rachel.

Something about it just felt all wrong.

"Jax?" Rachel spoke as she peered into the garage.

"Yeah?" the blonde man's face appeared from behind the hood of a car he had been working on. "Rachel? What are you doing here?"

Rachel steadily walked closer to Jax—her eyes shifted to make sure that there were no extra ears around to hear what she was about to say.

"I don't know if I should be here, Jax. But I didn't know what else to do."

Jax looked at the woman and could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes. "You alright, hun?" he asked—truly beginning to worry.

"An ATF agent came to my work today. She knows we used to date," Rachel paused as her gaze left the floor and met his piercing eyes. "She was asking me all sorts of questions about you. She's after SAMCRO."

"It's all smoke, Rach." Jax wiped his greasy hands on a towel as he approached her. "She doesn't have shit on us. So now she's harassing people who are close to us."

He continued to look into her eyes. He was standing close enough that he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to. He could tell something about her was different. Something was weighing on her.

"Tell me what's wrong, sweetheart."

Tears once again started to form under her thick rimmed glasses. Seeing her breaking down, Jax wrapped his arms around the woman—causing a sob to escape from her throat.

"I need to know everything that's going on with Stahl. Please, Jax?" Rachel begged into his chest. "I want to be included."

Rachel sat in the backseat next to Ope. She had no idea that the plead she made to Jax would lead her to this. And if Clay found out that Jax had taken her with him, they'd both be in deep shit.

"Dispatch is in a separate office. She won't hear us," Unser stated as they watched the door. "Get to the cells through the back door."

"Ope," Jax called out, causing everyone in the van to turn their attention to Opie. "You here, man?"

"Yeah," the man answered, but Rachel could clearly see that Opie's thoughts were elsewhere.

"That's our cue," Unser said as a group of officers ran to their cars and peeled out with their sirens blaring.

"Stay here," Jax instructed Opie. "Call if anyone shows up."

"I thought you said you wanted me to—"

"Just keep your eyes open, dude," Jax commanded as he opened his car door. As Rachel began to reach for the handle on her car door her heart began to pound furiously.

Jax, Rachel, and Unser made their way up the hall silently.

Jax quickly pulled Rachel in the direction of the cell doors as he grabbed the keys from Unser.

And until that moment, Rachel hadn't even noticed that Jax had been holding her hand.

As Jax fit the key into the lock, he let go of her hand. Rachel crossed her arms as her heart began to pound even louder.

She wondered where her husband was. Did he leave with the rest of the officers to break up the bar fight? Was he shifting through paperwork in his office?

Was he alone?

As Rachel stood next to Jax she could see him talking to Luann. Yet, she heard no words. She was too scared. Too much was on her mind.

If they were caught she would definitely lose her job. And she knew without a doubt that the small piece of holy matrimony between her husband and herself would be lost forever.

But she had to know.

"Jax, You gotta take me with you, man, please."

Rachel snapped out of her thoughts just in time to hear the flannel-wearing girl plead for Jax's help. Rachel wasn't sure who the girl was. But she was certain that the woman in front of her was some sort of croweater.

"I can't", Jax leaned in closer to the bar. Rachel and Jax both looked at the woman like she was crazy.

"That bitch wants to send me back to Nevada," the woman panted out. "I'm gonna do hard time. Like a hundred goddamn years. I can't do that."

Jax lowered his head in irritation.

"Your mom's right," her voice grew louder. From the few minutes that Rachel had known the woman, she had developed a dislike for her. "I'll rat if I stay in here! I'll rat! Come On. Please, take me with you."

"Alright," Jax's face grew red in anger. "Shut up."

He unlocked the door and let the woman out, quickly grabbing her by the elbow.

"Woah, woah, woah," Unser's eyes widened in fear as he saw Cherry emerge with Jax and Rachel. "Where the hell are you going with her?"

"We gotta take this one with us," Jax answered as he locked the door behind him.

"You're breaking her out?" Unser's voice sounded as if it were full of pure terror.

"Yeah," Jax's answer seemed simple, but the flexing of his jaws were a sign to Rachel that he was still angered by the dramatic scene that the woman had put on for him in her jail cell.

"Hey," Cherry pointed at Unser. "Aren't you the police chief?"

"I got no idea what I am anymore," Unser huffed out.

"He's a friend," Jax answered as he finally finished locking the door with the keys and began to lead them out of the police station.

"Jax," Rachel called out-causing him to stop walking.

"I need you to come with me," her voice was so low and broken that it came out as a whisper.

Jax looked into her eyes and saw the importance.

"Put her in the van," Jax told Unser. "Me and Rachel are gonna go see what we can find."

As Jax and Rachel approached Unser's office (which Stahl had temporarily taken over) they could clearly see a dim light shining in the crack of the slightly ajar door.

As the two made their way closer to the door, Rachel could distinctly hear the sounds of a woman moaning softly.

Jax paused for a moment—suddenly aware of why Rachel had been so persistent in coming with him tonight.

As Rachel continued down the hall, her breath grew shaky. Her hands trembled. A ringing noise filled her ears.

And then she felt his hand grab hers again.

"You don't need to see this," Jax's voice was so quiet it was barely audible. His eyes were full of sympathy as she looked up at him.

"Yes," Her whispering voice cracked as a tear fell down her cheek. "I do."

Within three steps, Rachel was standing right outside of the door. The moaning noises now seemed to echo in her head as she reached for the nob.

As she slowly began to open the door just enough to peek inside, Jax squeezed her hand tightly—which she gladly welcomed.

Rachel's green eyes peered inside.

"Oh Jesus… Oh God…"

Jax glanced over Rachel's head and saw Stahl sitting in the desk with her head in her hands.

The moans became louder as David's figure appeared from between Stahl's leg.

Rachel's free hand covered her mouth as she took in the scene being displayed before her eyes.

Tears now streamed down her face.

She couldn't move. She was frozen in time—watching her husband make love to another woman.

In one swift move Jax picked Rachel up bridal style and began carrying her out of the police Station and to the van.

Looking at the girl crying on his chest was heartbreaking, but they had to hurry and get out of there. Even if Stahl and Hale didn't notice them standing in the doorway, the cops would be returning soon.

"Get in the van, sweetheart. We gotta get you out of here." Jax had let go of Rachel only so he could open the door. He wrapped his arms around the woman's waist as he guided her into the van—shutting the door once she was in safely.

"What the hell?" Unser mumbled as he stared at Rachel who was sobbing into her hands.

"Don't ask," Jax gritted his teeth as he jumped into the driver's seat and quickly took off towards the clubhouse.

Jax looked at the woman sitting on his bed. Tears were still falling down her cheeks and he had no idea on how to comfort her.

"Hey," he spoke softly as he got down on one knee in front of her. Her bloodshot eyes met his. "Why don't you take a hot shower? You can borrow some of my clothes."

Rachel stared into his eyes for what seemed like minutes.

"O-Okay," she slowly lifted herself from the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

"Hang on, sweetheart," Jax opened one of his dresser drawers. "Let me find you something to wear."

Rachel watched him intently as he fingered through his clothes.

"These should be alright," he offered her a soft smirk as he placed the clothes in her hand.

"Thank you, Jax," Rachel spoke in a hushed tone—almost as if she didn't have the energy to speak normally.

Jax's eyes shifted as he heard the door open. Rachel stood in front of him wearing one of his big t-shirts and a pair of boxers. Her wet hair fell over her shoulders and her swollen eyes were almost hidden behind her thick glasses and blushed cheeks.

"Hey there, pretty girl."

Jax offered the broken woman another smile.

"Jax," Rachel closed her eyes—pissed that tears were forming once again. "I don't know where I'm supposed to go now."

Jax almost frowned as he saw Rachel begin to cry again. Half of him wished that he would've beaten the shit out of Hale earlier.

"Don't go anywhere, darlin'." Jax's smooth voice soothed her. "Stay here tonight. Then tomorrow we can worry about what we're gonna do."

Rachel looked him over as she thought about what he had said.

"Okay," she answered softly. Her only other optioned seemed to be to return to the house that she shared with her husband—and she was not ready for that.

Rachel slowly pulled back the covers and got into the bed—turning to face the side closest to the wall.

Jax turned off the lights and made his way to his side of the bed. He quickly took off his shirt before sliding under the covers.

The two laid there in silence for what seemed like forever.

Rachel stared at the wall as she thought about her marriage, her miscarriage, her cheating husband, and her future.

Jax stared at the ceiling as he thought about Rachel. He hated seeing her hurt—but he loved the idea of her and Hale splitting up. He wondered what would happen in the morning. Then he reminisced about the old days when she was with him. He almost smirked as he thought about all the wild, romantic nights they had shared in this very same bed years ago.

"Jax," Rachel turned to face him—parting him from his memories.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Will you hold me tonight?"

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