AN: Like I've said before and I'm sure there's no need to continue mentioning but here it goes one more final time. All dialogue, characters and places from the show belong to their respectable owners and the rest belong to me. Now with that said I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter Four

"You look like shit."

Carrie rubbed her temples, glancing at Mackenzie through narrowed eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence Kenz," she sighed before sitting up straight, from her previous slouched position. "I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Mackenzie said, recalling the previous night's events. "How's she doing?"

Carrie shrugged, leaning back into her seat, stretching her legs out in front of her. "I don't know, her parents, mostly her mother, aren't really letting anyone in there," she answered, crossing her arms. "And if she does, it's for the doctor to make a quick assessment but as far I know no one's really allowed to talk to her about what happened."

"Poor kid," Mackenzie sighed, leaning on the nurses station.

"Yeah, physically she'll heal," Carrie paused before slouching in her seat. "But mentally, she's got a long road ahead of her."

"Hey."

"I thought you guys were on the hunt," Gemma stated, closing the door to Abel's room behind her.

Jax sighed leaning back against the window. "Hit a dead end."

"The junkie's awake."

Jax shook his head, before looking at his mother. "Don't call her that."

Gemma looked at her son and his serious facial expression, before sighing. "Alright," she said before quietly adding, "Sorry." Not really meaning it but deciding not to say anything more on her son's ex wife, at least for now.

The two were quiet for a couple of moments before he looked, over his shoulder, into his son's room. "You think he can really hear you?" His question causing both of them to turn around completely.

"Yeah," Gemma nodded looking into her grandson's room. "I do," she answered before looking up at her son's face.

The sound of the door opening and closing behind them cut off any response Jax might have had. Turning around and seeing Elliott Oswald standing there, Gemma shared a look with Jax before entering Abel's room once more.

Both of them waited until the door was fully closed behind Gemma before breaking the silence.

"Did you find the guy?"

"No," Jax shook his head. "Not yet. We need you to talk to your daughter again."

"Tristen doesn't remember anything after riding the ride."

"Gotta dig a little deeper," Jax shook his head, shifting his weight. "We need something. Did the guy have a car? Was he black? Was he white?" He questioned needing answers to questions that would give them more information, in order to find the guy.

"She's still in shock," Elliott argued. "All right, Karen just wants her to rest."

"Look man," Jax calmly began trying to ease the man, getting frustrated and worked up, in front of him. "Tristen's our only shot at finding this asshole. If you want our help," he said leaving the rest unsaid, knowing that it was an awful tragedy that occurred to the man's daughter, but they needed more information in order to find the guy and the only one with the answers was his daughter.

Elliott sighed, knowing they needed more information, but his wife was making getting it hard for everyone involved. "I'll talk to Karen," he said before adding, as a not needed, after thought, "you find him."

Jax watched the door slam behind the man, before turning to look into his son's room. Meeting his mother's stare through the window, knowing she heard everything.

"Word around the street is that your hunk of a boyfriend and his buddies are looking for the guy responsible."

"One, he's not my boyfriend," Carrie pointed out, not bothering to look up from the chart she was working on. "Two, how do you know?"

"Because I saw Elliott Oswald in the NICU talking to him," Mackenzie answered, looking around, before leaning closer to the brunette. "And it doesn't take a detective to figure out what they were talking about."

"True," Carrie answered, closing the chart in front of her, before looking at the red head. "It only takes a nosy nurse, who gossips more than she actually works."

"Okay, wow," Mackenzie said, knowing Carrie was only joking. "First of all I'm great at my job and second of all fuck you. Look who's talking," she motioned towards the nurse in front of her. "You love my gossip. I liven up the place with my information."

Carrie laughed, while shaking her head. "Seriously Kenz, one day either you're gossiping or your eavesdropping is going to get you in trouble."

"Well then, let's hope that day never comes," Mackenzie answered, winking at Carrie, before turning on her heel to continue her rounds.

"You can't go in there," Carrie informed the woman nearing the hospital room. "Family's orders."

"Just wanted to drop by and visit a family friend," Gemma said nearing the nurses station, recognizing the nurse. "Carolyn but you prefer Carrie right?"

"Mrs. Teller-Morrow."

"Please, call me Gemma," she answered leaning against the counter. "How's our little Tristen?"

Carrie sighed and shook her head. "You know I can't give out information on a patient to non family members."

"Right," Gemma nodded. "Patient confidentiality and all that bull shit."

"I'm only doing my job Gemma." Carrie looked at the older woman in front of her before remembering what Mackenzie had said earlier. "Is your son looking for the one responsible?"

"My son and the club are concerned citizens," Gemma answered judging the brunette in front of her, trying to figure out what her motive behind the question was. "Any concerned citizen of Charming would do the same."

Carrie shook her head at the last comment before weighing her options. "Her mother stepped out and if you going in there and interrogating that poor girl, is going to bring the asshole who did that to her to justice," she sighed, not believing she was going against orders. "Then go ahead and go in but don't aggravate her or it's my ass on the line for even allowing you in there."

Carrie stood up from her position behind the computer. "Now I'm going to make some rounds, be sure to be out of there before her mother gets back," she said before turning back on Gemma, feeling the woman's stare on her before turning the corner.

"Hey sweetie," Gemma softly greeted, closing the door behind her. "Feeling any better?"

Tristen glanced up at her, before putting her phone down and nervously glancing around the room.

Gemma closed the distance coming to a stop beside the hospital bed. "I guess there's a lot of people asking you questions."

"My mom told me to text her," Tristen said picking up her phone. "If anyone tried to," she began to explain only for Gemma to bring her hands down.

"It's okay sweetie," she said trying to soothe the scared girl in front of her. " Your mom and I are old friends."

Tristen relaxed a little but was still uncomfortable.

"She told me everything," Gemma began as she sat down on the bed. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"She told you?"

The uncertainty, innocence and relief behind her eyes almost had Gemma feeling guilty, for lying to her, but it was the only way to get the answers they needed. "Don't worry baby, everything's going to be alright."

Carrie made her way back to the nurses station just as Gemma was walking down the hall. "Get all the answers you needed?"

"All thanks to you sweetheart," she answered before continuing her trek down the hall towards the elevators.

Leaving Carrie to stare after her before looking the direction of Tristen's room. Hoping that the girl's nightmare would soon end and she could start her recovery of leaving it all behind her.

"Had a little conversation with Tristen."

Karen Oswald, who had been outside getting some fresh air, looked over her shoulder at Gemma. "What? Why would you be talking to my daughter?" She questioned as Gemma stopped next to her.

"I told her I knew about the secret," Gemma answered. "She seemed to be relieved."

"What the hell did you say to her?"

Gemma shifted her weight to a more comfortable stance. "She remembers everything doesn't she?" she rhetorically asked not waiting for an answer. "You don't want the trial, messy press. You just want to sweep it under the rug."

"Don't you judge me," Karen defensively stated with arms crossed in front of her.

"I'm not judging you. You don't know me," Gemma pointed out. "And I got no idea what it's like to be you. But I know something about burying the truth and it's a burden that you don't want to put on a kid."

"Tristen has to know that this really happened," Gemma stated, noticing the tears welling in the other woman's eyes. "Make her hide it, lie about it," she paused as a doctor walked by. "It's only going to come back and shit on every relationship she ever has. That rich, happy life you tried to give her. Well you can just kiss it goodbye."

"If they arrest this guy, everyone puts a face to the crime, and then it becomes real," Karen pointed out, trying to explain her reasoning for not wanting to talk about it. "And for the rest of her life in Charming, she won't be Tristen," she said trying to hold back her tears. "She's going to be the girl who was raped at Fun Town."

"Sweetheart, in her heard, she'll always be the girl who was raped at Fun Town," Gemma explained, watching as the woman in front of her let her guard down and allowed her self to break. "The only thing worse than everyone knowing, is no one knowing."

Jax paced around the pediatric waiting room, waiting for his mother to come back. Hoping she was able to get the information they needed to track the guy down.

"Karen Oswald came clean," Gemma informed as soon as she stepped into the room. "One of the carny guys raped Tristan. Fat guy, dressed like a clown," she said describing the guy.

"Jesus," Jax groaned. "Does Hale know?"

"Not yet, but I can't stop her from telling him."

"Shit," he quietly uttered before making his way out of the room, briefly pausing to touch his mother's arm. "Thanks mom."

"Don't thank me, I wouldn't have been able to get in to see Tristen if it wasn't for that nurse," she pointed out watching her son stare at her in confusion. "Carrie... Abel's nurse, the brunette from the day he was born."

Jax only nodded before continuing to make his way of the room, storing the extra information his mother told him for later.

Jax made eye contact with Hale, who was taking Karen's statement, before making his way out of the hospital. Briefly pausing to slash the Deputy Chief's tires on his way to his motorcycle, in order to assure that Hale wouldn't be able to get to asshole before the club did.

"What happened here?"

"Nothing," one of the guys said trying to catch his breath.

Hale angrily looked at him, before comparing the sketch of the perpetrator in his hand to the men on the fair ground. Who were all either coughing, trying to catch their, or sitting on the ground.

"Find him," He angrily stated, handing the sketch to another officer. Knowing SAMCRO most likely had the guy by now.

The club had delivered on getting the guy and letting Elliott get his revenge but in the end, Oswald hadn't been able to go through with it. Instead they stood in the same wooded area where the crime had been committed and watched on as Clay carried out the act.

"Let him bleed out, bury him in the woods. Mark the grave. Pick those up," he said, motioning towards the dying man's testicles on the floor, "and gift wrap them."

Turning to walk away, pausing only look at his step son. "Put this in a bag. Make sure you don;t touch it. It's got Oswald's prints all over it," he held up the knife in the gloved hand, waiting for Jax to take it from him.

"What the hell are we doing here?"

"Taking out some real estate insurance," Clay answered, lowering his arm down. "Making sure Oswald doesn't sell those tracts of lumber acreage."

"So you knew this was coming. Whether Oswald had the nerve or not, this whole hunt was about blackmail."

"Well actually, the leverage was just a by product of my community spirit," Clay answered handing the knife to Tig.

"Hey," Jax stopped Clay from going any further. "You want me to be your number two, protect this club? Then I gotta know where you're taking us, otherwise, there's no trust," he explained. "And if you and me don't trust each other SAMCRO has got a problem."

"If Oswald's land goes commercial," Clay began slowly. "That means housing developments. Population rises, brings more cops, more state and federal involvement. Charming goes Disney and SAMCRO get squeezed out by the most dangerous gang of all, old white money. Now you know."

Carrie was making her rounds, deciding to stop by the NICU to check on Abel, before making her way back to the nurses station.

Looking up, only to stop in her tracks, at the sight in front of her. Not only was Jax in there but so was Wendy, the baby's mother and the woman Gemma had warned her to keep out.

Carrie looked around before slowly turning on her heel and walking away, deciding to not be around in case the older woman decided to make an appearance. She had already survived one encounter with her unscathed and she wasn't about to stick around for another, one that she was surely to lose this time around.