Kind of depressed about the reviews again this week. L Maybe I'll get more love this week since I was so kind to post some links the who I see as the Hildebrand clan on my profile page?

You're all still awesome though. And you should all check out my lovely beta's profile. She's awesome for taking time out of a hectic holiday week to look this over for me. THANKS!

Happy reading and please review.

All The Right Reasons

By: AlyKat4Life

Chapter 5 - Rockstar

I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in

It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win

This life hasn't turned outQuite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

Juice sat in the clubhouse in his little corner going over the printout and information on the screen over and over trying to change what it was telling him. It stayed the same though, and he had to start facing the facts that were right there in black and white. Abraham was a recovering addict that had been a dealer with his older brother Russell. The worst part about it all was that Russell had been part of Darby's crew, which led to his death by the hands of his club; The Sons of Anarchy. Juice just shook his head and laid it down on his desk trying to understand it all.

Happy, who was down from Tacoma, noticed the depressed look of the young biker and decided it was time for him to intervene and put some beer in the kid's belly. Getting up from the couch he made a stop by the bar and then towards Juice in the back corner. Once he reached him, Happy slammed a beer on the desk next to him. "Trouble in your little paradise kid?" He asked, the years of smoking taking its toll on his vocal cords.

Juice looked up at Happy questionably; the man in front of him was never really a heart to heart kind of man. Grabbing the beer though, he sat up and pressed the power button on the monitor hiding what he'd been looking at. Last thing he wanted was for some of the other's poking around before he figure all this out. "Nah. Paradise is fine man. Really fucking fine."

"I bet. Heard she's a little spit fire from Gem. All smiles and what not." He may not have been the most social of the club, but Happy heard shit and talked to people. Oddly enough, he'd always been fond of Gemma and the young techie in Charming. Gemma was one tough bitch, who always treated him like he was just another part of the family. Juice was just fun to pick on because it was so damn easy. "Heard she had a nice ass too."

"Lay off man."

~Q~

I'm gonna trade this life

For fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair

And change my name

Connie went out her front door whistling a tune as she went. Today was going to be a good day, she could just feel it. She'd gotten up early, as always, and had taken a quick shower, giving her a clean and refreshed feeling. Now she was headed out to do some much needed grocery shopping. Her poor fridge over had old milk and a boat load of sauces. Man, she was pathetic when it came to cooking on her own. Abe had always been the cook of the family.

As she was shutting her door, Connie saw Juice enter the floor's hallway from the stairs, his arms loaded with papers and his laptop. Connie quickly turned in his direction and bounced towards him and went to help him with his load. When she went to grab for the papers, Juice jerked his arm away, which alarmed Connie slightly. "Babe, I'm just trying to help."

Juice didn't have his normally happy face on and continued walked to his front door. "I know, but this isn't shit I want help with." When he reached his door, Juice turned and looked at Connie. "Actually, I need to talk to you. Inside." He said, before going in, leaving the door open behind him.

Connie followed, but her good mood was no longer in tact. She was a little nervous with Juice's attitude, and wasn't really looking forward to what he wanted to talk about. From the sound of it, it probably wasn't anything good. She didn't say anything as she took a seat on his ratty old couch. She looked up though when a picture was thrown in her lap.

"Mind telling me how you know him?" Juice asked from his position in front of her sitting on the coffee table. The man in the picture was none other than Ernest Darby, along with the entire Hildebrand clan.

"That's Darby. He was the guy my brother's ran with when we were younger. He's the reason Russ is dead and why Abe was gone most of the time I was growing up." Connie looked Juice in the eye confused. "How'd you get this?"

"I heard you fighting with Abe outside the bar the other night. Did some looking into Abe and this is what I found. You and your brother have ties to a club enemy."

"Yeah well, as far as I'm concerned he's not just the club's enemy." She replied, hatred clear in her voice. Her brother may have died during a drug deal, but it was Darby's meth that he was killed over with. It was also Darby's meth that almost took the life of her other brother when he'd overdosed, which was also why she was so confused on why Abraham would ever even think about dealing again.

All of a sudden a thought struck Connie and her eyes widened in fear. She looked over at Juice with a pleading look and asked, "Have you told the club? About my brother?"

Juice shook his head. "No. Baby, I wanted to talked to you first. Not quite sure how to handle all this."

"You and me both."

~Q~

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

The drive from Lodi to Charming wasn't a long one. Only about fifteen minutes, but the house was on the outskirts of town. Connie drove B.A. with Juice reluctantly riding in the passenger seat. She told him about her fear for her brother; her thoughts that he wouldn't be able to stay clean dealing again. The fact that he was living in their deceased parent's home in Charming lead to more problems, since the club didn't allow dealing within city limits. That had never stopped Darby in the past though. Constance Hildebrand was not a stupid woman, and she knew her brother wasn't playing by the book, but she needed to find out what book he was playing by… and why. So that's what her and Juice set out to do.

The plan was to go to his house, break in, find his stash, and any information on his ties with Darby they could find. It seemed simple enough, especially since Abe was working tonight and Connie wasn't. The main goal for them was to find out what was going on, and how to stop it without any deaths. That was the hard part.

Juice let out a slow whistle when Connie stopped her van in front of the house. Calling it a house though, was a bit of an understatement. It was a sprawling mansion in the Charming hills made of dark and light gray stone. The drive way was cobble stone that led up to an English Castle styled house, complete with a round tower room protruding from the front. "Jesus Christ. You never told me you grew up living like a Rock star. This place is huge."

Connie just shook her head, her dark curls bouncing in her ponytail. "Believe me, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

With that Connie hopped out of her van and went to the back pulling out a large set of bolt cutters and a baggie filled with milk bones. Coming up beside her Juice raised his brow in question to the baggie and cutters. "Abe likes dogs… big dogs with attitude, which, were never my biggest fan." She stated holding on the bag of treats. "And he's got a pool house in the back that is locked with a pad lock. I'm almost positive that's where he's hiding his stash."

Lifting the heavy cutters over one shoulder effortlessly and stuffing the bag in her pocket, Connie shut the door to the van and started walking towards the house she once called home, swaying her hips for the pleasure of the man behind her. At the gate leading to the backyard, they were suddenly stopped at the back fence at the load barking of a very big sounding dog. Connie pulled the bag from her pocket and held a treat over the fence, but just out of reach of the dog. "Q. HEEL!" When the barking ceased she dropped the treat and opened the fence to reveal a large white pit bull devouring the biscuit. "Like I said, big, mean, dogs."

They kept on going into the back towards one of the twin pool houses next to an Olympic sized pool. Juice looked around for a moment, checking the area, then grinned and grabbed the bolt cutters from Connie. When she turned around with a look of confusion on her face, she yelped as she was pushed into the pool. She came up sputtering and spitting water from her mouth. "What the FUCK? Are you insane?" She asked a little angrily as she looked up and seen Juice standing there laughing loudly.

"Oh come on, it's not like there's anyone else here but us." He replied before removing his cut and emptying his pockets. Once all his valuables were safe, he hopped in after her. "Not like we're going to get caught. Abraham's working till dawn, right?"

Connie nodded and swam up to Juice, her light ivory skin barely visible in the lighted pool water. She wrapped her arms around his neck and came close, almost to the point of her lips touching his. Then a grin broke out across her face and she pushed up on his shoulders roughly, causing Juice to loose his balance and go under the water's surface.

When they finally made their way out of the pool, Connie led them into the house through the back door. There was a small laundry room and bathroom off to the left and she grabbed a few towels so they could dry off. She was trying her hardest not to venture in to far. She hadn't been to the house in nearly five years; right after her parent's death. Those had been hard times for her. She was still trying to recover from the loss of her oldest brother, had just received her A.S. in Biology, was helping Abe through his rehab, and then she lost the two people that had helped her keep everything together in a car wreck. Seeing the house brought up memories that she'd rather not think about. On the outside she was a strong willed twenty six year old, but now that she was standing in the old living room of where she grew up, she just wanted to revert back to the gangly fifteen year old that didn't worry about the future.

Shaking her head, she tried to rid her mind of the thoughts that were taking over and grabbed Juice's arm to finish what they'd intended of starting in the first place.

~Q~

And we'll hide out in the private rooms

With the latest dictionary of today's who's who

They'll get you anything with that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Standing in front of the right pool house, Connie held the cutters to the pad lock and squeezed them to her body, effectively breaking the lock. Once the door was opened though, Connie took a step back and gasped at what she seen. The scene before her was far worse then she would have ever suspected. Juice stepped up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder as he looked on as well. Before them was not only just a stash, but an entire lab.

Against the far left wall there was a shelf containing many of the bottles of ingredients that went into the making of the drug. The two sinks below were stained and over flowing with tubes and varies empty bottles. One a makeshift table to the right was the actually contraption that look straight out of a science fiction movie. There was a burner with a large flask filled with a red liquid. A tube coming from the flask drained into an empty five gallon bucket under the table. Beside the bucket was a propane tank that was connected to the burner. Held at various levels on the table were other beakers and flasks also filled with the same red liquid with a discarded gas mask laying on the table.

Intrigued and scared and what she was looking at, Connie moved forward into the room and walked to one of the shelves and picked up a bottle. It caught her as odd; she had remembered labs like this in the past from being around Russ and Abe, but they never contained bottles like the prescription bottle in her hand. She looked at the label and it read 'Desoxyn.' She put the bottle back down and turned around to see Juice looking at her. "These bottles don't make sense." She told him. "They're a doctor prescribed version of Methamphetamine. It's heavily monitored and I don't think Abe would be able to just get it on the street. Something about all of this doesn't strike me as right."

Juice nodded his head, but didn't move to where she was. He stood outside the door still. "It's still drugs in Charming."

"And he's my brother. I know this looks bad, but you have to believe me when I say something's off. Let me do a little more research before you take this to Clay." She asked him pleadingly. "Please?"

He didn't answer her, but stood looking around them still trying to process what they'd found. Fuck me. He thought. This was going to turn out bad, he just knew it.