I stormed into the garage, probably looking like a mad woman. I mean, I'm now sure if i should be upset or not but obviously Juice had something to do with my mysterious deposit. But my question was why. Why would Juice randomly deposit money into my bank account? I barely talk to the guy, not only that he's a prospect. I'm not judging him or anything for not being a full fledged member or anything. Its just that why would he have access to my bank information? Hell why would anyone other than Gemma and maybe Clay know my bank information? Something was seriously fishy here and I couldn't figure out what.

My eyes darted from side to side, but not once landing on Juice. It said he was supposed to be here on the schedule. Yeah kind of creepy that I know the guy's schedule but I was pretty much a part time employee here as much as I was in the office. Hell I even got a paycheck from Gemma now because in her words, I needed something for helping out. And lord does that little paycheck help. I never realized that I was so broke before I thought with a small smile. I never realized just how much money necessities cost. Shampoo for instance is four freaking dollars a bottle! And that's at the dollar store! I found myself suddenly so much more thankful for my mom than I ever had realized. I made a promise to myself that from here on out, I would help more. She deserved it. I needed to thank Gemma as well, because round-about giving me this job had helped me start to grow up. It was a sucky journey but one that had to be done. Though I strongly believe she has a secret agenda about non officially hiring me. In her wayward mind, if I was close enough to Jax, we would work our bullshit out. I almost laughed at how obvious it was. Normally obviously doing something instead of being sneaky wasn't Gemma's play. She just tried to willfully bend people into the way she wanted them to go and if that didn't work then she gave you her "motherly advice". She was hell bent and determined for Jax and I to be together that she was going to do anything in her power to make it happen. I scratched my head, realizing that I got lost in thought. I'm rambling again, I wonder if I should see a doctor. I mean really, who else talks to themself this much? God there I go again; back to the subject at hand. Juice, well Juan Carlos, was scheduled to be in the garage from nine to five. I snickered. How classic, he works a typical 9-5, when he's not doing his normal prospect duties. As long as I have been around here, I never quite realize what they do exactly as prospects. I mean I have seen them tend and clean the bar but what else exactly is required. I doubt theyre involved in the clubs 'other' activities. I knew some things about what they do but for the most I was kept in the dark. I wasn't an old lady so I wasn't privy to the 'all or nothing rule'. I sighed, it just wasn't in the cards for me I guess. A flash of Josh's smiling face filled my mind and it caused me to smile. Maybe I wasn't out of the game yet. You know come to think of it, I've seen many of prospects come and go over my longish time dealing with these guys. I can't believe I don't know more about their duties. This is one of those questions I would have asked Jax or maybe I could bring it up to Josh you know nonchalantly. I should just ask Opie. Our friendship is blossoming into a good thing. A loud drilling noise brought me out of my thoughts again. I need to find Juice dammit!

I did a quick scan in my head, wondering if he has been in the office today or if I seen him in the lot and drew a blank. All I could visualize was files and my constant checking of my phone. Well he had to be here if he talked to Jax about my bank, because Jax has been here since eight this morning. Wait didn't Jax pull up when I was talking to Josh? i'm so confused. That is still so weird to me, like how did he even know I had a bank. I opened that thing when I was 16 after I got a very short loved job as a cashier at the grocery store. I got fired because in so many words the manager said that my 'hang arounds' were costing him business. Oh well life happens I guess. I am where I am supposed to be. Back to the Juice searching. I turned and gazed out into the parking lot with my hand shielding my eyes from the sun. His bike is here. So where is he? Hmmmm...I walked around and looked under cars and around the back of the garage. He was no where to be found. That only left the clubhouse.

I strutted into the clubhouse, trying not to look as curious as I felt. I actually kind of hoped my expression was showing more like extremely pissed off. Is it weird that I wanted a biker to be intimidated by me? I shrugged. I guess not when he was a small biker not a big burly one like Opie. I turned my gaze towards the bar and there Juice sat on the laptop. He heard my footsteps and looked up towards me. His face quickly shifted into an 'oh shit' look, as he quickly hopped off of the bar stool.

"Hey, hey Faith...Gemma send you looking for me? I know I'm supposed to be in the garage. Clay asked me to do something so I had to come in here. She's super pissed isn't she?" I took a gaze down at my hands, searching for the right way to say exactly what I wanted to. Also I was giving him time to drive himself crazy about why I was in here searching for him. Hell he didnt even know I was looking for him. He was making himself look guilty if I didn't already know that he was the one behind ny mysterious deposit, i definitely would have thought something was up when he opened his mouth.

"Honestly, I don't know if she has noticed. I just came from talking to Jax. You know what I am here for Juice." His eyes darted nervously and he started to pick at the bed of his nails, though he attempted to do it nonchalantly so I wouldn't notice. Obviously he didn't give me enough credit for noticing small details. I mean come on, Gemma was my second mother. I'm practically a queen of noticing all details.

"No I don't. What is it you're here for Faith?" I laughed, an actual laugh and that increased his nervous level by at least 50. I could see the sweat starting to build on his forehead.

"Hmmmm... I dont know, maybe a deposit of $345.00 into my bank account." He laughed nervously, looking around for someone to get him out of the conversation.

"Lucky you, i wish I got my paycheck early. Club fees and insurance sure hits the wallet hard." I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"I wouldn't know anything about that. No its definitely not my paycheck. A little birdie told me that you were asking about my bank earlier and as I am talking with said birdie I get a text stating that my account has way more money then it should. So tell me Juice, what does this have to do with you?" Finally, realizing he had been caught; he hung his head down and started to admire his boots.

"Look, it had nothing to do with me. I got the call and brought it to Clay's attention. I had nothing requested like that of me before. He said it was a good idea. So i did it under president's orders." That made me even more confused.

"First off who called you? Secondly why would they call you out of everyone in the clubhouse? You barely know me. Thirdly, what the hell does it have to do with me?" Now his eyes met mine and I seen them sparkle. That sounds weird right? But they just seemed to light up. I knew whatever he was about to day was very near and dear to him.

"Computers are my thing. Honestly I shouldn't even be telling you this because you're not a member but the guys treat you like family so I guess I can tell you. You can't tell anyone though, I will get into a lot of shit for this. No one, not Jax, not Opie, definitely not Gemma." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I can hack into things. I'm really good at it hell I love it. I love working through the patterns until I find the one that clicks. Then there's the factor that the club could the use the information that I could find ya know. It makes me feel important and needed. They need me to find out information for them. Its great. I come from nothing and nobody so to finally feel like I'm somebody...its just amazing." My heart ached for him. I've always had family, even if it was just my mom. I felt my eyes water as I stared at this beautifully broken man and I felt like an asshole. Here I was stomping all over the clubhouse over some money and yet I almost, in a way, destroyed his very reason for being. I quickly shook off the tears because he was watching me. His whole lifeline was waiting on my next words.

"You've been through a lot Juice. I would never go out of my way to out you. I appreciate all of that knowledge, that still doesn't tell me who called you." He let out a deep sigh and finally met my eyes.

"You don't know him but his name is Chewy. He's Samtac's tech guy."

"Why is some guy in Samtac that I don't even know sending me money?"

"Samtac as in the Tacoma charter. You know..."

"Josh..." I finished his sentence for him.

"That's all I know. I swear." I nodded somewhat sadly and didn't say another word. I just exited the clubhouse and pulled out my phone. I felt as sad and voulnerable as Juice must have felt when he opened up to was going to be a hard conversation but it had to be done. I wasn't going to have him sending me money like I'm some...i dont know some kind of cow. I would say a whore but all I have given him was my time. I ran a shaky hand through my hair. This was going to hurt. I am not to be bought and he needs to realize that. He may have had nice intents but I am not that kind of girl. i dialed the number to his burner with shakey fingers.

"Please leave a message for 253-779-2783." I sighed and made a quick decision to leave a voicemail. My chest started to ache and tears sprang into my eyes.

"I know what you did and i am not happy about it. I'm not the type of girl that you can just send money too without me feeling like you're trying to buy my affections or using it to gain my affections. I really liked you Josh but I don't want to do the secrets thing. If you would have brought up the idea to me, I would have shot it down because that's not something i do. So if this is any indication on how it will be, I'm sorry but I can't do it. Goodbye Josh."

I hung up the phone and cried my eyes out by the clubhouse door. Was it a stupid reason to end things? Hell yes it was. But for him to go conpletely around me and do something he had to have known that I wouldn't want...I shook my head. Its a bad sign for how things will be. Maybe in a way both Jax and I were right. Jax said he was no good for me and i said he was too much like Jax. I couldn't bare to think about if he went on the road and had a road piece. I couldn't be with someone that I would ndver know what they did or who they did when I wasn't around. And he went completely behind my back and made all the preparations. In a way I guess I wasn't destined to be an old lady. There's no way in hell that I would be olay with some of the bi-laws that old ladies follow. I looked up in the clouds and they started to get a grey tint to them. Good some rain was coming and it was a perfect match to the storm brewing inside of me.

meanwhile...in Tacoma.

Josh exited the chapel and quickly grabbed his burner out of the box. He knew that Faith had to have gotten his little gift by now and hopefully she was getting her nails done. She needed it. She deserved to do things for herself, instead she was always taking care of everyone else. His phone lit up with a missed call and a voicemail and he knew she must be calling to thank him. That means Juice didn't keep his word on staying quiet like he was supposed to. He rolled his eyes but looked forward to hearing her voice anyway. Only when he listened to the message his stomach plummeted. How could something so good intended go so wrong? Before he knew it, he was walking back into the chapel.

"Hey Lee, can I get a minute?" The president nodded and the few stragglers left and gave them the room. Josh sat down at the end of the table and ran a shaky hand through his hair. He let out a rough breath, unsure of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"What's on your mind son?" Lee had a habit of calling him son. Josh liked to think it was because he looked at him as a son, rather than the fact that he was 15 years younger than him. Other than his uncle Tommy but he's been dead for awhile now. He didn't know what happened to his old man, after he split when he was a kid he said fuck him. His mom always hated that his outlook was that way but he didn't care. His unclehad raised him into the man he was and he was damned proud of it. He took it really hard when Uncle Tommy went to prison and even harder when he still didn't hurt any less. He still missed the hell out of him.

"We have anything going on in this next few days?" Lee looked at him skeptically.

"Nothing of mass importances, I'm going to ask you again. Whats on your mind son?" Josh lifted his face up to meet his president's stare. He was going to give him a lot of shit over this.

"I need a few days off. I have something in Charming that I need to handle." Lee leaned back in his chair and stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Josh wouldn't let his nervousness show but if he didn't fix this shit with Faith, he will always wonder what would have happened.

"Charming? Why do you need to go to the mother charter for? Something I need to bring to the table?" Josh took the opportunity to light up a cigarette then shook his head.

"Nah man this is all me. I uh have a girl down there and shit ain't right. I need to straighten it out." Lee looked at him, his surprise written all over his face.

"A girl? When did this happen?" Josh shrugged and knocked off some of his ashes into the ash tray.

"When we went to help them on the run. Look I understand if you say no."

"You've never asked for anything like this before Josh. As v.p. are you sure this is your choice?" Josh looked at him like he had lost his damned mind. He asked for a few days not a damn transfer.

"I know but all I need is a few days. This means a lot to me." Lee nodded and lit up a joint. He took his time with i before passing it to Josh.

"She mean that much to you after a few weeks? I don't want you to go head first and lose your shit over some pussy. You're a good man Josh, one i would hate to lose." Josh laughed and passed the joint back.

"Stop acting like I'm transferring out of here old man. She does mean a lot and shits sour right now because of something i did. I feel like if I don't find out if its fixable, I may just regret it later on." Lee nodded, contemplating what Josh had said.

"She make a good old lady?" Josh grinned at him.

"If it comes to that, she will."

"Then go ahead but remember i aibt going to be granting these damn furlough trips forever." Josh stood up from the table with a grin on his face.

"I don't expect that, don't want people thinking you're soft old man."

a/n: and here it is! After a long wait im back. Not going to lie ive been kind of lazy lately. Ive been reading others story but just couldnt seem to kick my own butt in gear! Thank you guys for all of your reviews, even when i stray thats usually what brings me back. Matter of fact Robyn D. Literally reviewed almost ecery chapter of just a former old lady so kudos to you my dear! As for this chapter whar do we think? I always feel odd writing as Josh lol but i kept seeing this over and over and i knew it had to be done. This one is a little longer than normal, trying to bribe you guys to forgive me for my absence. If you see any mistakes i tried. I looked over it four times so if i missed them its bc it all started runnibg together lol

Until next time folks

Chelle