Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creators. Thank you

Note: Should have put this in the first chapter that this story spans from season 1 up to the beginning of season 4. Please pay close attention to the dates as they will jump around in time, I made them in bold in hopes they will be easier to notice. Story is rated M for mature themes, language and sexual content.

Note 2: I know that the time line doesn't add up well in the show, so I adhere to my own timeframe to make it work…hopefully

Note 3: Instead of just writing in another language and then translating, I will just note what language it is meant to be and type it in italic.

December3rd, 2008

Deputy Hale stood outside of the hospital, waiting for Agent Stahl who was currently inside speaking to Tara about the club. He wasn't exactly over the moon about the route the fed had taken, going after the SONS by questioning these women. Both Tara and Clary were loved members of the community and Hale couldn't stand the thought of them being associated with the club.

He looked up when she came walking out of the hospital entrance on her cell phone looking pleased. She hung up just as she reached the car, "Unit just spotted Ms. Winston driving into Charming. Guess we have are next stop."

"She isn't going to know anything." Hale huffed pulling the sedan door open.

Stahl looked at with a raised eyebrow, "And here I thought it was the doctor you had the hots for."

Hale didn't say anything making her smile, "Let's get going Deputy, I'm sure you know the way."

"Hey Tara!" Clary chirped answering the phone after its second ring. She has just drove passed the welcome to Charming side after two weeks of being at the cabin keeping an eye on the healing Irishman.

"Where are you?" Tara's voice sounded slightly panicked, "Jax said you were on your way back today."

"I am about five minutes from home, what's going on?"

"That ATF woman… Stahl was just here at the hospital asking me questions about the club. Knew everything about me leaving Charming, my schooling and my life in Chicago. Jax says they don't have anything on the club so they're harassing the women trying to find out any little thing they can."

"Sounds like they're trying to use RICO."

Tara paused for a second on the phone before sounding surprised, "Yeah, that's what Jax said. Which means she will probably come looking for you too."

"Thanks for the warning Tara."

"Your welcome, but be careful Clary she's a real nasty bitch."

Clary ended the phone call and dropped the device onto the seat next to her. Minutes later when she turned onto her street, she noticed a black sedan already sitting in front of her house. Glancing in the rearview mirror she could see Josie sitting in her car seat staring out the window watching the trees pass, "Josephine."

The girl turned her head to look up, catching her mother's eyes in the mirror as she switched from English to French. Which was something she would only do when she needed Josie's complete focus, "I need you not to say anything, understand?"

"Yes, momma."

She pulled into the driveway, parking the jeep before climbing out as Hale and Stahl got out of their own vehicle. Stepping to the back door she pulled Josie from her car seat and walked around the jeep. She set Josie down on the grass, whom immediately ran forward towards Hale, "Davy!"

"Hey Josie!" Hale smiled bending down to catch the little girl for a hug.

She threw her little arms around him giving him the biggest hug she could before turning to glance at the woman he arrived with. Stahl smiled at her, "Hi there."

The child cringed, leaning back in Hale's arms to get away from the stranger. He noticed her reaction and set her back down so she could dash back to her mother. Hale followed her, with Stahl on his heels stopping only a few feet from Clary.

"Hi Clary, glad your home. The guys at the station were worried when you didn't show up a few days ago. I called Gemma she said you were out of town." he spoke.

Clary nodded, "We were down in Bakersfield, helping a friend's mother."

Hale stared at her for a second then glanced at Stahl, "Yeah that's what Gemma said."

"Anyways Ms. Winston, a pleasure to meet you." Stahl held out her hand, "I'm ATF agent June Stahl."

"I know who you are." Clary responded ignoring the woman's hand.

Stahl forced a smile at the slight, "Do you mind if we come inside? I have a few questions for you."

"Of course. Follow me." Clary took Josie's hand before walking to the house. Unlocking the door, she stepped in and walked into the living room with them right behind her. She crouched down a bit in the door way whispering to Josie, "Go play in the corner where I can keep an eye on you."

She followed her mother's instructions going over to her crayons and drawing paper scattered all over the floor. Clary remained in the doorway gesturing to the couch in the living room as Hale pushed the front door closed. Stahl smirked at her as she passed into the living room and Hale followed her giving her an apologetic smile.

Turning into the room, she walked forward taking a seat in her oversize chair that faced both the couch and the corner Josie was drawling in. She glanced from her daughter back to the smug face of June Stahl, "I would offer you a beverage, but I have no intention of you staying for long."

"Such hostilely, Hale here led me to believe you weren't like the biker trash you spend your time with." Stahl smirked.

Hale looked at Clary in surprise, he had never seen her be so unfriendly to someone. Clary leaned back in the chair, "You said you had some questions for me."

"What can you tell me about your involvement with the Sons of Anarchy?"

"I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a woman and the Sons of Anarchy is motorcycle club for men."

Stahl's smirk stayed in place, "We know your Uncle is Piermont Winston, Harry 'Opie' Winston your cousin. That's two members right there. We also know Josie's father is one Juan Carlos Ortiz and that you share an intimate relationship with both him and Alexander Trager. That makes four members with a personal connection to you."

"I didn't hear a question in that."

"Have you noticed any illegally activity happening when you've spent time with any of these men?"

"I don't know what illegally activity your referring too, since like I said earlier, they're just a motorcycle club."

"So, you haven't seen anything?

"I guess I've been too busy riding the dicks of Ortiz and Trager to notice."

Hale suddenly cough which sounded suspiciously like he was trying to cover up a laugh. Stahl glared at him for a second before glancing back over to Clary, "You're a cheeky one."

"I just don't have the time or the patience for questions that only have answers you don't want to hear. Because Agent Stahl, whatever it is that your looking for isn't happening."

Hale huffed at that, "Come on Clary we all know that the Sons aren't on the straight and narrow."

"And as I said David, I wouldn't know anything about that."

"Alright then," Stahl spoke grabbing a briefcase bag that she had brought with her. She dug into the bag before pulling out a file, she opened it glancing over it before turning it around and dropping it on the coffee table. Clary didn't have to lean forward, she already recognized the photograph of her in military uniform.

Stahl sat back, "Your mother died when you were eight years old, murdered in your drive way if I remember correctly. Father, Archibald Winston takes you out of public school for home schooling until the age of twelve when he sends you off to a posh all girls boarding school in Rhode Island. Very nice place by the way, you graduated early at the age of seventeen with honors. Spent a year being trained as a field nurse at a private institute in Pennsylvania before joining the military."

"It was all very exciting."

Stahl smirked, "You did four years overseas in Afghanistan taking care of our soldiers. The reason you left the service was to take care of your father who was dying from pancreatic cancer, so sweet of you. After his death you sell everything that was left to you in North Carolina and moved across the States to get a job as an auctioneer for a company located out Los Angeles."

"You know June I'm starting to think you might have a bit of thing for me."

"It's Agent Stahl," the blonde almost growled, before pushing her annoyance back and pointing a finger towards Clary, "You know what I can't understand is why someone with your medical training isn't working as a nurse. And if what your file says is true, you speak twelve languages which means you could have been working as a foreign translator or even as an agent for the bureau."

Hale looked at Clary in surprise at that revelation, he hadn't known she was multi-lingual. Stahl meanwhile continued, "Instead, you decide to work a meaningless job and spend your free time riding the dicks of scum bags."

"Simple joys. Now if you don't have any actual questions perhaps you can get the hell out of my house, for I have things to do."

"Thanks for your time Clary." Hale said climbing to his feet as Stahl stood up.

The agent grabbed Clary's military file off the coffee table glancing at it again, "Hale told me about all the volunteering you do the hospital, the schools and the library. And I've read that file of yours cover to end, nothing but praises with not an ounce of negative or criminal activity."

Stahl's lips slipped up to a smile, "So I'm curious what are you trying to atone for?"

"What do you mean… June?"

She walked from the couch stopping in the living room door way looking back at Clary, "No one does that much volunteering without trying to make up for something. Which makes me wonder what's missing from your file?"

"I didn't realize being a decent person meant you had to have alterative motives." Clary smiled pointing at the file still in Agent Stahl's hand, "And that agent I'm afraid is all you're ever going to find on Clara Winston."

"We'll see." Stahl smiled spinning on her heel and leaving the house with Hale chasing after her.

Clary was still annoyed from Agent Stahl's visit the following day and gave Tara a breakdown of their conversation as the pair drove back from the cabin. She had driven the doctor up to the cabin that afternoon so she could approve Cameron for travel. They had stayed to see the Irish man and Cherry off; the duo was being smuggled to Ireland via Canada by Happy.

After dropping Tara off at her house Clary drove to Teller Morrow to pick up Josie, who she had left with Juice that morning. It was just hitting eight in the evening when she turned into the automotive lot and parked her jeep on the side of the clubhouse rather than the garage. She climbed out of the vehicle waving at the few guys still working in the garage before heading into the surprisingly quiet club house.

"Hello?" she called out glancing around the main room.

Not hearing or seeing anyone she made her way back to the dorms finally hearing noises when she turned the corner. She followed the sounds down the hallway towards the room Juice usually crashed in, glancing at Tig's closed door as she passed. Moving forward she stopped at Juice's room leaning against the doorway to look in and see Juice and Josie sitting on the floor playing with water paints. There was a pizza box sitting next to them on the floor.

"Hey you two."

They both turned to look at her, "Momma."

Josie climbed to her feet running over to her for a hug. Clary crouched down catching her in his arms, "Hi baby!"

"Hey Clary," Juice smiled looking her up and down, "We were just doing some painting. There is some pizza left if you would like some."

"Tara and I had dinner when we got back to town, but thank you anyways." Clary smiled following behind Josie who was tugging on her hand back towards the paper she had been painting on.

The toddler pointed at her paper, "Look momma."

Clary bent down seeing a big gray blob with a gray line coming off of it, "What a beautiful elephant!"

Josie let out a giggle giving her mother a giant smile before plopping back down onto the ground to continue her work. Clary sat down next to her watching her continue her painting. Juice had gone back to working on his reaper looking up every now and then with a smile. She reached up running her hand through her daughter's dark curls humming softly.

"You're starting to show."

Clary looked down at the very small bulge in her mid-section only visible due to her tiny frame and tight t-shirt. She looked up at Juice who was staring at her with hopeful eyes, a goofy look on his face at the thoughts of the baby growing in her belly. Reaching down to brush her hands along her stomach she chuckled, "I'll be as a big as house soon."

"You didn't get that big with Josie." he laughed.

She smiled running her hand through her little's girls curls one more time, "You ready to go home baby?"

"No, stay with daddy."

"Oh…."

Juice leaned forward to catch her attention, "I kind of promised her we would watch beauty and the beast before she had to go home."

"Oh…."

"You know if that's okay?" he questioned with uncertainty.

Clary smiled, "Yeah of course. I can go to the garage to see if there is any work that needs to be done in the office."

"Or you could stay and watch the movie with us." he suggested the hopeful look returning to his eyes.

She leaned over giving Josie a kiss on her forehead before looking back over at Juice, "You deserve your daddy daughter time."

Climbing back to her feet she left the room walking back out into the main room just as Opie walked into the clubhouse. He smiled when he saw her, "Hey Clary. What are you doing here?"

"Juice was watching Josie and she's not quite ready to leave yet. Why are you still here?"

He walked farther into the building in the direction of the bar, "Just got done in the garage and came in to grab a beer."

"Maybe you should go grab a beer at home and try talking to Donna again." Clary chirped tilting her head up towards him.

A look of annoyance passed over his features, "Donna doesn't want to talk to me."

"Doesn't matter, you need to go home and at least try. Yeah, she is pissed about everything that has been going on, but she still wants to know you love her more than anybody here." She rested her left hand on his arm and pointed to the door with her right, "Now go."

He stared at her for a second before his shoulders slumped, "You're right."

"I know I usually am." she replied cheekily.

Opie scoffed before grinning and dipping down to the hug her, "You're lucky I love you."

"I love you too Ope." she leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek before pulling away. Opie smiled turning around and leaving the clubhouse to head home. Clary watched him going before glancing around the main room her eyes landing on the kitchen and seeing a bunch of dirty pots and pans sitting on top of the stove. Her shoulders slumped at the mess, "These boys."

She walked into the kitchen and started cleaning eventually branching out to other parts of the clubhouse. Walking around she carried a trash can with her, throwing away empty bottles and any other forms of trash she could find. Passing through the dorms she cleaned out Jax's room before making her way through the next dorm and then the next.

When she reached Juice's room again, she peered around the doorway to see Josie and him passed out on the bed. The two of them looked like twins with their mouths hanging open and little snores escaping them. She walked forward picking up a portable DVD player that was sitting between them before turning it off and placing it on a nearby chair.

Stepping out of the room she pulled the door shut, glancing down at her watch to see it was just closing in on ten o'clock. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere else she continued her cleaning tour through the rest of the club house only passing Tig's room when she could hear soft snores coming from inside. By the time she was done she had left three giant garbage bags filled with trash sitting next to the bar for the prospect.

She walked back into the kitchen washing her hands before making a cup of tea, which she sat on the counter before moseying outside to the jeep to grab a book from the backseat. Walking back into the clubhouse she grabbed her tea from the kitchen and then plopped down on the couch against the wall. Snuggling up against the end of the couch under a lamp she opened her book to relax in this rarely quiet building.

An hour later the door to the clubhouse was pushed opened again, but by Chibs this time. He stepped in looking around and when he noticed Clary, he turned towards her, "Hey darlin. What are ya doing 'ere?"

"Josie fell asleep in the back with Juice. Is there any news yet about Luann or Otto?"

Chibs shook his head, "Not yet love. Which should mean good news, if Otto had given up anythin' about the club the feds would 'ave stormed 'ere already."

"Your probably right, but that just means that ATF bitch will just be looking for some other way hit us."

He sat down on the couch next to her, "You think so?"

"She's not the type who likes to lose."

"Whatever she tries, will get around it." He looked over at the book in her hand, "What are you reading?"

"The Count of Monte Cristo."

His eyes lit up, "That's a good one. Read it once, back in the day."

"You're making yourself sound like an old man."

He chuckled eyeing the book a bit more, "That's not in English love."

"Very observant. It's French."

"French, huh?" he questioned leaning back and placing his feet up on the coffee table, "That was ya Ma's native tongue, right?"

"Yeah, it was. She raised me to speak both English and French fluently. I'm trying to do the same with Josie and of course, what they say is true…. Use it or lose it." Clary smiled at him.

Chibs grinned at her, "Well then love, start reading."

"What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He pointed at the book, "Come on, from the beginning."

She smiled at him using her bookmark to mark her place before flipping back to the front of the book, "Good thing I wasn't reading some erotic novel."

"Aye, then you would have 'ad to act it out."

Clary gasped, smacking him playfully on the leg making him chuckle. He slid his arm around the back of the couch behind her leaving his side available for her to lean into. She nestled against him opening the book again and translating to English as she spoke, "On the 24th of February, 1815, the watch-tower of Notre-Dame de la Garde signaled the arrival of the three-master Pharaon…."

Tig took a sharp intake of breath as he bolted up in his bed looking around the room. His eyes found the clock seeing it was four in the morning which was too damn early. Shaking his head, he knew that's what falling asleep at six in the evening was going to get him, but in times like these the guys knew they had to sleep when they could or not sleep at all. He slid out of his bed and grabbing his jeans off the floor before pulling them on and standing up. Throwing on a shirt he slipped his boots on before sliding the SOA kutte into place on his back.

He pulled the door open and not hearing any signs of anyone else awake he strolled down the hallway. Turning the corner, he entered the main room glancing around as he made his way to the clubhouse exit. When he looked to his right he froze, turning in the direction he stared at the couch where Chibs and Clary were both sleeping snuggled up against each other.

Chibs's feet were resting on the coffee table, his head leaning back against the couch as his left arm was draped over her tiny frame. Clary was laying against him with her head on his chest, there was a book in left hand resting on the couch while her right was laying protectively on her belly. He stood there watching them for a second before shaking his head with a grin for that poor Scottish bastard. Leaving the clubhouse in an unusual display of consideration he closed the door quietly behind him so not to disturb the two.

Clary's eyes fluttered open, the smell of the Scots cologne filling her senses and she wondered for a second if she had fallen asleep in his bed again. Yet, at the warm feeling of someone next to her she craned her head to the side to see Chibs sleeping next to her. She realized they were both still on the couch and they most have fallen asleep at some point when she was reading.

Not wanting to be caught in this position by any of the others she slowly slipped from his side doing her best not to jostle him. She paused her movements for a second when she heard him mutter something incoherent at the loss of her warmth. Making sure he wasn't going to wake she slipped away fully climbing to her feet.

The club was still quiet, so she looked at her watch seeing it was just past five in the morning. Knowing that Josie would wake up in an hour or so hungry and that there was no food around here she would need to go to the store to get something. She also figured she might as well grab some food for the empty clubhouse fridge while she was at it.

She quietly left the clubhouse, walking to her jeep when she noticed the door to the garage was already open with the lights on. It was too early for any of the mechanics to be there so she turned in its direction. Reaching the doors, she peering around the corner to see Tig working on a car engine. She almost groaned at the sight of him, to get out to the garage he would have walked through the clubhouse which meant he would have seen Chibs and her. He must have sensed her presence because he looked up suddenly and after seeing her grinned, "Hey doll."

"You're up early." she spoke eyeing him carefully.

He continued to grin, "Fell asleep to early. I figured since I was up, I try to catch up on some of these repairs in case other shit gets too compilated."

"Good thinking," she gestured behind her with her left hand, "I'm going to head to out to that ma and pa grocery store out of twelve to grab some things for breakfast."

"Need any help?"

Clary smiled, "Just grab the gate for me."

"Can do doll." he responded dropping his tools and following her out of the garage.

As she walked to her jeep she was surprised when Tig didn't acknowledge what he saw inside the main room of the clubhouse. She knew by the way he was grinning at her he had definitely seen them. Climbing into the jeep she backed out of her spot before driving forward through the gate that Tig had opened. She waved as she passed, turning right and driving away.

Instead of going straight to the store Clary swung by her house to take a shower and put on a fresh pair of clothes. She grabbed a clean pair of clothes for Josie too before leaving the house and driving down state road 12 to the Thompson's Family Shop. It was small gas stop and grocery store, with an even smaller diner inside the building. Ma Thompson as she liked to be called made breakfast for truckers and travelers alike every morning. Both her husband and her lived in a small house just behind the station.

When Clary stopped in, she was greeted with a big hug from the ninety-year woman. She was a frequent visitor to the Ma and Pop store, staying true to Charming's motto of helping out small hometown businesses. After acquiring a shopping cart, she walked the aisles filling the cart with various items for the guys to snack on. While grabbing stuff to make breakfast Ma Thompson approached her holding out a to go box of pancakes with biscuits and gravy on the side.

Her heart fluttered with delight at the sight, "Aww Ma I love you."

Once she was done, she rang all the items out with Pop at the counter, who followed her out the door to help her load the groceries. When everything was loaded Clary kissed the old man's cheek before climbing into the jeep and heading back to TM.

Pulling into the automotive yard, she looked in her side mirror as she parked noticing Tig and Chibs walking up to the vehicle. The pair opened her back door just as she threw her door opened and sliding out to the concrete.

"You were gone along time baby." Tig spoke grabbing some of the bags of groceries.

She turned towards him, "I stopped by the house to take a shower and change clothes."

"Do you want me to bring this in?" Chibs asked holding out a small bag that he had pulled from the back seat.

She nodded, "Yes, please. It's a change of clothes for Josie."

The Scot nodded in return grabbing the bag and the rest of groceries that Tig hadn't been able to. Clary followed the two men back into the clubhouse and into the kitchen where they dropped everything on the oven and the small counter. She thanked them before unpacking the bags storing things in the fridge and the overhead cupboards.

After everything was put away, she pulled out some pans, setting them on top of the stove. She grabbed the cartons of eggs and packages of bacon she had bought, placing them on the counter. Soon the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast filled the main room of the clubhouse. Clary was pulling plates out of the cupboard when she heard the delight shout of her daughter, "Momma!"

"Morning baby!" Clary smiled dropping down to her knees to catch the giggling toddler.

Josie threw her arms around her mother, "I hungry."

"Breakfast is coming right up." she said as she handed Josie to a smiling Juice, "Go grab a seat I'll bring you a plate."

Juice's smile doubled, "Thanks."

He left the small kitchen walking out into the main room to take a seat at one of the larger tables in the room where Tig and Chibs were already sitting. He kept Josie in his lap instead of placing her in the other vacant chair so she wouldn't have to reach up for her breakfast. Clary arrived a few minutes later, placing a plate piled with food that would take care of both Josie's and Juice's appetites.

"I have two more coming right up." she announced with a wink at Tig and Chibs.

"Thanks love." Chibs smiled watching her disappeared back into the kitchen. He turned his head to see Tig once again grinning at him like an idiot making him huff, "What?"

"Oh nothing." was his reply.

Clary appeared next to the table again setting down Chibs's plate first. He smiled at her, but instead of returning the smile like she normally would have she just turned away. As he frowned, Tig smiled when she sat the plate down in front of him. He grabbed her arm pulling her down to plant a kiss on her lips as his right hand slipped down to squeeze her ass.

"Hey!" she laughed jumping at the gesture.

Tig wiggled his eyebrows at her as Juice glared at them and Chibs stared down at the plate ignoring the display. Clary smacked him in the shoulder before spinning around on her heel and walking back into the kitchen. She returned a minute later with her to go box from Ma, taking the last seat available at the table. Opening the container all three men leaned up eyeing its contents.

Clary glanced up as she grabbed a knife to butter her pancakes. When she noticed them looking at her food, she pointed the knife, "Mine!"

"Don't worry doll, we know better than to take food from a pregnant woman." Tig chuckled.

Digging into their meals they all talked, discussing the arrest of Luann and how they hadn't heard anything from Rosen about Otto yet. Josie eyed her mother eating pancakes and she leaned towards her holding her mouth open. Clary laughed holding out her fork with a piece of pancake for Josie to take a bite. After the first piece was devoured the little girl held her hands out towards her mother.

Clary reached out plucking Josie from her father's lap and pulling her into her own so she could share her breakfast with her demanding little tyrant. By the time the group had finished their breakfast Half Sack came walking into the clubhouse and they all turned to look at him. Chibs rose and pointed down at the table, "Just in time Prospect, clean this up."

Half Sack's shoulders slumped, "Really?"

"Come on Kip, there should be some food left I'll make you a plate." Clary smiled passing Josie back to Juice as she rose from the seat picking up the empty to go container. She made eye contact with Juice and gestured behind him with her elbow to Josie's changing bag, "Her clothing bag is over there. Can you get her changed?"

"Yeah sure no problem." he answered standing up.

She smiled, "Thank you."

As Half Sack and her cleared the table, Chibs and Tig left the clubhouse while Juice headed back to his room to get Josie changed. Walking back into the kitchen she dropped the plates into the sink and made the Prospect a plate of food. She pointed him back to the main room before turning back to the sink.

"Thanks Clary." the Prospect grinned leaving the kitchen.

She washed the dishes quickly just as Juice returned having wrestled Josie into a fresh pair of clothes. Clary walked out of the kitchen and grabbed her purse from the bar top. Juice walked over passing the little girl back over, "What are you'll going to do today?"

"We're meeting up with Tara for some shopping, buying things for Abel since he is coming home any day now."

"Ahh girl time…. Fun."

Clary smiled taking Josie's changing bag from Juice and walking for the clubhouse exit, "Let me know when we find out something about Otto and Luann, please."

"Yeah sure!"

"Bye Daddy!" Josie shouted waving her little hands in the air.

Juice smiled and waved back, "Bye Jo! Love you!"

He continued waving until they disappeared out the door. When they were gone, he noticed Half Sack watching him from a table in the corner. The Prospect grinned, "Awww."

"Shut up idiot."

The day had passed quickly for Clary, Josie and her had spent the entire day with Tara shopping. They had lunch at the mall in Stockton and then finished the night with dinner in Morada. It was late in the evening by the time she arrived home. Josie was already passed out in her car seat, worn out from the day. Clary carried her inside first, tucking her into crib before carrying all the shopping bags inside.

She glanced at her phone, frowning when she noticed there was still no word on Otto or Stahl. Sighing and worn out from the past two days she dropped into her bed, falling asleep quickly. Five hours later, her eyes fluttered opened and she slid out of bed rolling her head from side to side. She stood up glancing at the clock to see it was five in the morning.

Walking over to her closet, she changed into a pair of workout clothes before heading to the living room. She rolled out her yoga mat, diving into a lengthy two-hour session to make up for missing the previous day. Even though she was pregnant she made sure to keep herself flexible and fit so she could return to work with no problems. By seven she could Josie shouting for her down the hall, rising from the ground she made her way to her daughter's room.

"Morning baby." she cooed walking into the room.

Josie reached out for her, "Momma!"

Clary picked her up, carrying her out of the room and back into the living room, "What do you want for breakfast sweet pea?"

"Mooffin." she chirped.

"Muffins coming right up." Clary smiled setting her down on the ground in front of some building blocks. She turned the tv on, changing the channel to public broadcasting where Sesame Street was on. Picking up the living room baby monitor she walked into the kitchen to whip up some chocolate chip banana muffins.

She was just sliding the muffin pan into the oven when she heard the doorbell ring. Glancing over her shoulder her brow furrowed knowing no one from the MC would have used the door bell, but would have knocked. She approached the front door and looked through the peep hole and relaxing at the sight of Opie's next-door neighbor.

Stepping back, she unlocked the door pulling it open with a smile, "Morning Cheryl."

"Oh Clary, am I happy to see you." the blonde woman visibly relaxed at the sight of her.

Clary's brow furrowed at her reaction, "Why? What happened?"

"I was worried when I didn't see your jeep here yesterday. I thought maybe the feds had taken you too!" Cheryl breathed.

Holding up her hands Clary made the woman pause, "What are you talking about?"

"You don't know?" the blonde questioned.

"No…"

"The other night just around two thirty in the morning Stephen and I were awoken by lights in Opie's drive way. By the time I made it to the window I saw Opie, Donna and the kids being loaded into federal SUV's."

Clary's eyes went wide, "How were they being led out?"

"Opie and Donna were both carrying suitcases."

"We're they handcuffed?"

Cheryl shook her head, "No, they weren't."

Her lips curved into a deep frown at that revelation, "Thank you for letting me know."

"I hope he isn't in any trouble."

"He's not, it's just a misunderstanding." Clary spoke before giving the woman a hug and stepping back in the house. She closed the front door just as her cell phone starting ringing loudly from the kitchen.

In seconds she was back in the kitchen picking her phone up to see Piney's name on the screen. She quickly answered, "Piney."

"I hope I didn't wake you, but I didn't want to wait any longer." his rough voice spoke from the phone.

"You didn't."

"Good!" he sighed into the speaker before continuing, "The day before, Otto pretended to make a deal with the feds to release Luann. Once she was clear of the charges Otto bashed Stahl's face against a table."

"Shit!"

"Last night Stahl and the other ATF goons raided the clubhouse. They arrested Bobby for the murder of some port commissioner."

"Fuck!"

Piney's voice went tight at the next part, "The only one not there last night for Church was Opie. We tried to get ahold of him, but there wasn't any answer on the home phone or cell. Clay and the others think he's ratted."

"That's ridiculous." Clary whispered.

"I know it is. Can you go to his house tell him to come to the clubhouse?"

Clary's heart dropped and she gripped the phone tightly, "About that…"