When her alarm went off at five, she was already awake. Her stomach churned. They were leaving for Belfast to get her baby back. She looked over to the empty bed beside her but she was out of tears. She dressed and drove her black mustang to Oswald's hanger. The boys were already there.

"Let's go get your baby back," Chibs greeted her, throwing his arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. Sadie nodded. "Let's do this," she whispered. They climbed into the airplane.

It took her until the airplane readied for takeoff to even look at Jax. He looked guilty. But they didn't say a word to each other the entire ride to Belfast. When they reached old Erin- everyone was exhausted, jet lagged. They met up with the Belfast charter and were taken to modest living quarters.

"Go see Kerrianne," Sadie pressed to Chibs as everyone settled in, "I…I can't imagine how much you miss her," she admitted. She never quite realized what it must be like for Chibs who never got to see his daughter.

Chibs nodded, "I'll see her," he agreed, "But we've got to find Abel," he assured her. After a brief moment of silence he pressed on with a question he seemed hesitant to ask, "You stayin' with Jax, lovey?" Chibs asked. There weren't enough rooms for everyone. Gemma and Clay got a room. Chibs and Juice were sharing, Bobby and Opie were content to share and Happy was taking the floor. Being VP, Jax could have the last room, but in the current state, Chibs wasn't sure how it would turn out.

"Yeah…no need to make these arrangements more complicated…" she smiled, "We're here to find our son…" but she left it at that. Sighing, Sadie shifted her wait, "I should probably go…unpack…" she glanced at the door.

"You'll pull through this, Sadie, love…" he told her, "And if you need to…Juicey can sleep on the floor," her winked.

Sadie hugged the Scot, "I'll keep that in mind," she sauntered from the room and down the hall. Jax was putting on his Sons sweatshirt in which the reaper was emblazed on the back. The boys left their leather cuts back home.

Sadie rapped on the doorframe. Jax turned to look at her. "We're meeting with the Belfast charter in a few hours," he explained.

"And I'll be here with Gemma and Maureen…like a good Old Lady…"

Jax sighed, "Look…I'm sorry…"

"Save it, Jax. You're a big boy. You knew exactly what you were doing…what you were saying…I'm here to find Abel," Sadie finished.

Jax nodded, "A'ight…" he threw on his dog tags, "But we should talk later tonight after the…"

"We're talking right now," Sadie interrupted. "I love you," she spoke exasperatedly. "Jax you know I do…but you f*cked up…and now we have to deal with it…"she crossed her arms over her chest.

Jax nodded again, "Yeah…guess you're right…"

There was a moment of awkward silence before Jax shuffled towards the door, "I'll see you later tonight," he said. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head out of habit. His hand lingered on her shoulder, wondering if to apologize or go in for an actual kiss- but a moment later he was down the hall and she could hear the men exit.

Sadie then put on her own sweatshirt before Gemma appeared in the doorway, "Heading around the corner to Maureen's store…you should come with…" Gemma said.

Sadie nodded, "Yeah…but uhm…I think I'm going to take a walk first…just…clear my head…blow off some steam…"

"Alright baby…I'll see you there…" Gemma left just after the boys.

Sadie studied herself in the mirror. If it were possible, the dark circles under her eyes were darker, her face had thinned out and her skin lost its glow. "Abel…" she assured herself. When she regained some inner strength, she left the house as well.

Sadie headed into the dank evening, studying the beauty of Ireland around her. She shoved her hands in her pockets, reading the quaint shop signs and watching the cars go the opposite direction down the road. Just a block away from the store she saw a stream with an old, decrepit stone bridge. Sadie approached it and took a seat on the edge, watching the water flow by. Her baby was near she could feel it. She wished more than anything that he was in her arms.

"Sadie Monroe?" a voice suddenly spoke her name in a heavy Irish accent. Surprised, she stood up and looked to a compact car that had pulled over to the side of the road. A well-dressed man stepped out.

Sadie took a weary step back. "Who are you?" she asked.

"A friend of SAMCRO," the man smiled. But the sinking feeling in Sadie's stomach told her otherwise. She turned and walked in the other direction, uncaring if she was being rude or not.

But when the man grabbed her from behind and pinned her arms to her sides she knew. "Let go! Get off! HEL-" he covered her mouth and forced her into the car.

She was smashed in the middle seat between the well-dressed man who now held a gun and another man who smiled, "Sorry about that love," he said.

"Who are you?" Sadie asked, forcing her voice to stay strong.

"My name is Jimmy O'Fallon…" the man introduced himself, "And I believe your boys are here to visit…"