Ana had a big problem. Its name was Casey, and he was getting on her last nerve.

He'd began to get possessive, jealous, and clingy as of late, and she was tired of his bullshit. She didn't date for this very reason, and at this rate, she was ready to be celibate. If this is what half decent sex got her, she would rather take matters into her own hands.

She looked at the phone in disgust and replayed the voice mail he'd left her.

"Hey babe, we're going out. Wear that blue dress I like."

Ana snorted as she hit delete on the voicemail. She really didn't appreciate being told what to do. She was over 18, and this man wasn't her father.

Ana sighed as she dialed his number. She decided it was time to call it quits with him before things got worse. Besides, life was too short to be with someone who made her skin crawl, and it was unfair to them both.

"Hey, boo," he said, and Ana fought back the urge to retch.

"I'm not going out tonight."

"Why not?" he asked, irritation ringing in his voice.

Ana rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to give him some bullshit justification. Might as well get it over with.

"Because we need to cool off for a little bit," she said nonchalantly, flipping through the channels as she waited for the bomb to drop.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked.

"Yep," Ana said in a monotone. She knew she was being a bitch but she knew a subtle approach wasn't the way to go with guys like this. "You were fun but now you're being a possessive prick and I don't do possessive pricks. See you around, yeah?"

She hung up before he could even answer and got back to her budget. She didn't feel one ounce of guilt at how she'd just treated him. Guys were allowed to drop girls at the drop of a hat without feeling bad, so why wasn't she?

She looked over the budget and saw she had a payment at TM coming up, so she wrote down that she'd pay it that Saturday, after mailing in her loan payment to ULCA.

Saturday came, and Ana could not have been happier. Casey was still calling multiple times a day, but she hadn't recieved one today. She was hoping he'd finally got the hint, and was finally leaving her alone. He'd tried to visit her at the school Thursday, but couldn't get past the office. It was annoying, but thankfully he left without causing too much of a scene.

Ana got into her car and put some music on. She pulled out and headed to Teller Morrow, smiling along the way. She was hoping Juice or whatever his stupid name was was there. She could use the eye candy, and could tease him a little bit about the diaper incident. Then again, maybe not. He did look embarrassed enough when she'd dropped him off, she didn't want to add to that.

Ana was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the Mercedes Benz creeping up on her. By the time she did, she noticed he was a little close to her back end so she sped up and little, and then her heart sunk when she noticed that he sped up, as well.

"You have got to be kidding me with this shit," Ana said angrily, noticing Casey staring intently at her car from his. She stepped on the gas and he sped up again. "FUCK!"

She looked around for her phone, and located it instantly. She grabbed it and began scrolling through her contacts. Se stopped at the garage's number. Hesitating, she debated on calling it. Did she really want to get the Sons involved in this?

She saw Casey pull around and try to swerve into her car. She swerved onto the dirt but got back on the road, and punched the gas again, trying to shake this motherfucker. She looked at her phone again, and with determination, she hit dial. Her heart was racing, and she knew that if she didn't get help soon, Casey was going to have her killed.

She wasn't about to let this psychotic asshole get his way.

"Hello, Teller Morrow," Jucie said, answering the ringing phone and putting it on speaker as he worked on the computer. "This is Juice."

"Juice, I need help. It's Ana."

Ana? Needing help from the garage?

"You need a tow or something?" Juice asked as Chibs walked in, about to ask something. Juice put his hand up and pointed at the phone.

"No, I- DAMMIT CASEY YOU'RE GOING TO GET ME KILLED!"

Chibs raised an eyebrow and Juice stared at him wide eyed. This didn't sound good at all.

"Ana? What's wrong? Who's Casey?" he asked, worried a little. She sounded like she was driving, and she sounded scared as hell.

"I have an asshole trying to run me off the road!"

Chibs growled as Juice clenched his jaw. He didn't like this one bit, and if she needed their help, then that's what they were going to do.

"Where you at, doll?" Chibs asked, tossing Juice his cut and helmet as Juice powered the computer down.

"Close to the garage," she said. "I don't know what street, I'm going like 90 here."

"Drive by here, don't pull in. We'll be waiting," Chibs said, grabbing Juice's keys and his own. "Let's go, boyo."

Ana saw the fence of the garage and punched the gas again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two men on bikes pull out of the driveway behind Casey's car.

Ana sighed in relief and sped toward her house. She screamed as she heard a gunshot, and, looking in the rearview, she saw Casey's car do a tailspin. She didn't stick around to find out what had happened, though. Her main focus was getting home without wrecking or getting a ticket.

When she looked again, she could only see one biker behind her, and Casey's car was gone. Taking a deep breath, she slowed back down to an acceptable speed and tried to get her breathing in control. She ignored the tears rolling down her face as she pulled onto her street, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her house.

She coasted into her driveway and put her head on the steering wheel, breathing in deeply and fiddling with the ring on her necklace nervously. She heard a tap at her window and looked up in panic.

It was Juice, still in his helmet. Sighing in relief, she rolled down the window.

"You okay?" he asked kindly as he took off his helmet. She nodded.

"Yeah, just..."

"The adrenaline is leaving your body and now you're probably on the verge of having a panic attack," Juice said, opening the car door. "Slide your legs out and put your head between your knees."

"Are you a doctor or something?" she asked, her voice snippy with irritation.

Juice rolled his eyes at her tone.

"No," he shot back. "But Chibs was a medic and there's a chick around the club who's a doctor and I just happen to be a good listener, despite what everyone else thinks. But pass out if you want, I'm just trying to help."

Ana looked up at him in surprise. His tone was definitely not something she expected, being that he was almost always a sweetheart whenever she was around him. Guilt filled her stomach when she took in the look on his face, and she put her head on her knees as she heard another motorcycle pull up.

"The lass okay?" she heard Chibs's voice say worriedly.

"Yeah, Chibby, she's fine," Juice said, an edge still on his voice. Ana felt a little bad for snapping at the kid. He was just trying to help after all.

Ana looked back up to see Chibs walking over.

"He won't be messing with you again." he said, smiling kindly at her.

"Did you kill him?" Ana asked, concerned. She hated Casey at the moment, but she definitely didn't want him dead.

"No, lass. Just his tire to slow him down. He gets the point. I take it he's an ex boyfriend?"

Ana nodded.

"Broke up with him a few days ago. He didn't take it well," she said, smiling a little as she stood up. "Thanks guys. Really. I appreciate it."

Chibs nodded as he went back to the bike. Juice stayed behind a minute, still looking a little ticked off.

"He bothers you again, let us know," he said, turning to go back.

"Hey, Juice?" she asked. When he turned Ana smiled sadly. "I'm sorry. You were trying to help and I was a bitch."

Juice's anger faded into a small smile of his own.

"You weren't. A bitch, I mean. You were scared. And I get it. You sure you're going to be alright?" he asked kindly.

Ana nodded, grabbing her keys from her pocket.

"I'll be fine. Thanks again."

She walked into her house and locked the door, sighing as she heard their bikes kick on and leave. She didn't know if they expected payback or something, but Ana wasn't going to sit there and hear anyone talk shit about the Sons again.

Clay was waiting at the garage as Juice and Chibs pulled back in.

"Mind telling me why you left Lowell and the fucking prospect in charge?" he asked.

"Someone needed help," Juice said as he got off his bike. He tossed his helmet over to a crow eater as he and Chibs followed Clay into the garage's office. Clay was really pissed off, and Juice knew most of the heat would be on him if Clay didn't like the explanation.

"Aye," Chibs said. "Lady who makes her payments for the Miata was being chased. Had to take care of it."

Whatever Clay had been expecting, it wasn't that.

"That teacher that Gemma helped?" Clay asked, in disbelief. The other two men nodded and Clay rubbed his face, exhausted.

"Jesus Christ," he said. "She okay?"

"Yeah," Juice said. "It was an ex boyfriend who didn't take the break up well. Chibs handled him. I made sure she got home alright."

Clay nodded, and narrowed his eyes at a spot on the wall. The other two waited for him to speak again.

"Do some digging on her," Clay finally told Juice, who opened his mouth to protest. "I don't want her around if she attracts trouble. Let me know what you find."

Juice sighed. The president asked you to do something, you either did it or you were out. What choice did he really have here?

"Alright," he said in resignation. "Fill Gemma in?"

"I'll do that," Clay said. "Chibs, back to work."

Later, Juice opened his laptop and did a quick Google search for "Ana Lewis", and got some basic information from school and government databases. Jax and Clay checked up on him just as he was looking for criminal records.

"Here's an arrest from last year," Juice said, clicking on it. It pulled up a mugshot of Ana, whose eyes were red rimmed but defiant. She had shorter hair, and her face was thin and gaunt, as if she hadn't eaten in days.

"Looked a little rough," Clay said as Jax looked over Juice's shoulder at the charge.

"Assault?" Jax asked. As he read the police report his eyes got wider. "On her own father?"

Apparently, Ana had asked her father to leave her home, and when he refused, instead of calling the police, she smashed a lamp across the back of his head. Juice did a quick search of the nation's crime database and couldn't find any more arrests.

"That's her only charge. Not even a damn traffic ticket," Juice said.

"Analis Lily Lewis, born in New Orleans on November 2, 1982. Moved to Seattle at the age of three, after her mom died. Straight A student, perfect 4.0 all through college. Only arrested once for assault on her father, moved to LA to get her Masters which she recieved this past year. Assault's the only thing on her, not even a parking ticket," he said. "Today was just a pissed off ex boyfriend."

Clay nodded and Jax sat back and looked at both Juice and Clay.

"What do you think, Pres?" Jax asked, cooly. Juice felt the tension rise in the room. He knew Jax and Clay were butting heads lately, but were they really about to do this over Ana? A chick that had nothing to do with the club?

Clay glanced back over at Juice, then back at Jax. Finally he threw up his hands.

"Gemma would kill me if I told her her new friend couldn't come over anymore," he said, getting up and walking away. Jax smirked as he got up and looked over at Juice, who was still looking at the police report with concern.

"You did good today, Juice," Jax said before he left. "Takes a lot of heart to do what you and Chibs did for her. Proud of you."

Juice felt happiness at the VP's praise, but as he studied Ana's information, he felt something odd in his stomach.

What would make a woman so angry that she would assault her own father? He bookmarked the page as he heard his name being called. He'd definitely dig into that, later.