Ana pulled up to the cigar shop about thirty minutes later, and stopped to think about how she was going to do this.

Then Juice's words came back to her.

"Be careful, these guys are smart."

"Shit," Ana said to herself, putting on sunglasses and looking at her reflection in the rearview. "What are you going to do, Lewis?"

As she sat there thinking, Ana watched Polly Zobelle through the window of the store. She looked up at the corner of the storefront and saw a camera, and she knew there would be some on in the store as well. She put her car in reverse and drove to where the camera couldn't pick up her plates, and sat in the parking lot of the local playground, coming up with a plan. She decided she needed Juice's computer smarts and Gemma's mind fuckery with a little bit of Happy's psychotic flavor. All of a sudden, the perfect plan clicked into place.

"Oh, I am good," Ana said to herself, picking up a black pageboy cap and putting it on. She knew exactly what she had to do.

She walked into the store a few minutes later, sunglasses still on, and looked around, desperately.

"Can I help you?" Polly asked sweetly.

"Yes," she said in a Southern drawl. "I am in such a mess, right now. My husband loves cigars, and his birthday is coming up. He never really gets anything fancy, so I wanted to surprise him this year. The thing is, one, I have absolutely no idea what he'd like, since I personally can't stand the smell. Also, I want to get a beautiful box to put them in, and I was wondering if you had something you'd like to sell me?"

Polly smiled.

"Sure thing, I'll go check on that for you," she said, headed to the back of the store to check on the cigar cases and boxes they had in stock.

Ana made sure she was in the back before heading to the cigar display closest to the cable for the 'd watched Juice at the cameras in the clubhouse long enough to know what to look for. She located them quickly, and, remembering a trickhe had taught her, she took a pair of scissors and casually clipped the cables for the indoor and outdoor cameras before Polly came back.

"I think this should do. Any cigar preference?"

"The bigger the better," Ana said eagerly, walking over. "Preferably Cuban."

After Polly filled the box and put it in the paper bag, Ana went to grab her money but swore.

"Honey would you mind getting that money out and counting it? I just had my nails done and I think they're still wet," she asked with a smile and Polly laughed.

"Sure," she said, taking out the money. She counted out the correct amount and put the rest back. She then handed the bag over to Ana, who grinned.

"Mind if I look them over?"

"Not at all," Polly said, gesturing for her to go ahead.

Ana gingerly took the box out of the bag and acted like she was inspecting it.

"Oh, that's nice and heavy," she muttered before grasping the box in her hand firmly and slamming it into Polly's mouth.

"That's for the AB, you stupid bitch," she spat at the bleeding girl on the floor. Ana put the box back in the bag and left the store, smirking the entire way back to her car.

"You did WHAT?" Gemma asked angrily an hour later after Ana had told her what she'd done.

"I couldn't let her get away with that shit, Gemma, I'm sorry," Ana replied, not sorry at all. "Don't worry, I was smart. I shut off the cameras and I didn't even mention SAMCRO or any of that. Told her it was for the AB. I made sure not to get my prints on ANYTHING except the door handle and let's face it, that's going to be hard to prove with it being a common place to go to."

Gemma sat back and stared at Ana in amazement. This girl seemed to have had all of her bases covered. She even inadvertently pinned the attack on the Aryans, which would take the focus off of the Sons and would help unravel LOAN's inner circle for a little bit. Some of the guys in the club could afford to learn from smarts like that, her husband included.

She was still angry, mainly because Ana got to Polly before she could, but she also felt twinges of pride as she stared at the non-apologetic woman in front of her. Yeah, she was going to make a kick ass Old Lady one day.

"Holy shit," she finally said. "Clay is going to be impressed."

"He should be," Ana said, picking up the box and opening it. "Those are Cubans."

Meanwhile, Juice was having his own problems. He was laying on his stomach on the uncomfortable infirmary bed, and looking up at that stupid ATF bitch who just couldn't get enough of them.

"Ugh, why won't you just won't go away?" he asked nastily.

"It missed your vital organs, so that's good," Stahl said, ignoring him.

"Yeah. Well, now that you're here, I know why we haven't gotten bail or a court date. Thanks so much for that, by the way," he said sarcastically.

"Dangerous times for SAMCRO, huh?" she asked mockingly, and Juice rolled his eyes. It wasn't in his nature to hit a woman, but lately he didn't know what he wouldn't do. Especially to this smug, manly looking thing who seemed to have a hard on for the weaker associates of the club.

"I've already been shanked, bitch. Go find someone else's life to make miserable," he snapped, turning his head. She chuckled and walked over where she could look at him still. God, this bitch just won't fucking take a hint, he thought.

"Actually, I was wondering if you knew anything about Polly Zobelle being attacked earlier today?" she asked him, sitting down. "She said a woman came in and attacked her with a cigar box. Whoever the woman was was very smart to cover her tracks. Cut the camera lines. Didn't get prints on anything, not even the money she used to pay for the box. Clever little thing." Stahl paused. "Pretty, too, she said. Had a Southern accent but who knows, it could be fake."

Juice shrugged, but he was about 98% sure who it was. He felt a smile coming but kept it off his face.

"Beats me. I've been laid up here with a damn hole in my back. Don't have much contact with the outside world," he said. "Kind of the point of jail, isn't it?"

"What do you know about a woman named Analis Lewis?" Stahl asked him curiously. "Word around town is you two are practically joined at the hip. She your old lady?"

"No. What's Ana got to do with any of this, anyway?" Juice asked, narrowing his eyes. If his gut was true, and it probably was, there was no way that this bitch would even have evidence of Ana doing anything wrong, so he wasn't about to put that in jeopardy.

"Nothing. Just Miss Zobelle said she may have some reason to do her harm. However, we can't prove that she was the one behind the attack."

"The attack that has absolutely nothing to do with me, so why are you still talking about it?" Juice asked, irritated. "Isn't there some sort of confidentiality bullshit?"

Stahl threw her hands up in mock defeat. "You've got me there. So why not tell me about the beef between Clay and Jax."

Juice chuckled without humor. He knew she was headed there.

"Why would I tell you that?" he asked with a sneer.

"People heard you have words with Jax about it. Someone even mentioned a punch was thrown," Stahl replied, a mocking smile on her face. "Apparently, the Rican punched the Prince, and now you're in here with a stab wound to the back. Want to talk about it?"

"People, huh?" Juice said with a smart assed smile. Even if there was beef between Jax and Juice, which there wasn't, he still wasn't about to tell this smug bitch anything. "Only beef this club has, is with asshole feds."

With that, he turned back around,

"I see," he heard her say. "Well you take care, now."

Juice smiled a little as he heard her heels clicking away. So Ana had dealt with Zobelle's daughter, and she kept what he said in mind, too. She stayed smart about it, and if everything worked out, no one would ever know it was her. It was something he needed to ask her about once he was out of here.

The tension at the clubhouse the morning the guys got out was so thick, Ana could cut it with a knife. They all greeted her like normal, and Clay thanked her for the cigars with a grin as he lit one up, but she noticed that Jax had a difficult time looking at her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what that was about, and decided that he'd come to her if there was something she needed to know.

Last to pass her was Happy, who hugged her reluctantly.

"Geeze, Hap, when are you a hugger?" she teased as he let her go.

"It's from the Puerto Rican pincushion," Happy said. "I don't know what you've done to that dude. Sometimes I like it. Times like this, I don't."

"Love you too, Hap," Ana said, rolling her eyes as he tousled her hair before going in the clubhouse. "Hey, wait, is he still at the jail?"

"Nah. They transferred him to St. Thomas when we were released," he called back before closing the door.

Ana grinned. She knew where she was headed today.

After checking in with the nurse, she walked into Juice's room, and was a little disappointed to see that he was still sleeping. Sighing, she got settled in the armchair by the bed, and opened her bag. She decided to bring her sketchbook with her, in case things got boring. Gemma saw the sketches she did when she was sitting with Chibs, and asked her to do a few for her house. So she began to work on that as he slept.

She would sneak glances at Juice ever so often as she drew. His hair had grown in, completely covering the tattoos on his head, and he looked even younger than he did with the mohawk. It was moments like these where she really wondered why he was in this life of chaos.

Ana also thought about where they were headed once everything settled down. It was known that he was probably headed to jail, and on some level, Ana should have probably cared. However, after Bobby informed her that Juice had actually fucking punched Jaxbecause of a heated insult, Ana wasn't caring too much about the prison thing.

She knew she had to make a decision about Juice, soon. Gemma was right, he didn't need to have her leading him on. She was all in, too, and she'd tell him when the time was right.

Juice felt someone looking at him, and kept hearing an annoying scratching sound. He cracked open his eyes and saw someone sitting beside him, writing something down.

"I'm sleeping," he mumbled, figuring it was either a nurse, a doctor, or a lawyer. "Go away."

"You sure about that?"

He opened his eyes all the way to see Ana sitting there, and the annoying scratching sound was her doodling in a sketch pad, and his annoyance faded instantly. She greeted him with a heartfelt smile that he returned instantly.

Damn she was pretty. She was wearing a white tank top with black jeans and a pair of boots he hadn't seen before. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she looked more rested than the last time he'd seen her.

Which reminded him of the last time he'd seen her. That was when he kissed her in the elevator, and the memory brought a smile to his face. He was wondering if she thought about it as much as he did, but he didn't want to push his luck by asking her.

"Hey, beautiful," he said. "What are you doing here?"

Ana rolled her eyes playfully.

"The garage is short of cute Puerto Ricans, and I came to the hospital looking for one," she said. "But you'll have to do, I guess."

"You're funny," Juice said sarcastically. He sat up, groaning as he did so. "Fuck that hurts."

"You need help? Ana asked, putting down her sketch pad. "I can put the pillow behind your back or something."

"Yeah, thanks," he said, leaning up so she could do that. He heard her gasp a little when she saw the stab wounds, and he had to hold back on of his own when he felt her fingers touch the skin outside of the bandage tenderly for a brief moment.

"Did that hurt?" she asked softly as she adjusted the pillow so he could be comfortable.

"No," he said, wishing she hadn't taken her hand away so soon. "I mean, the actual stabbing, yeah, but-"

"You know what I meant, dorkface," Ana said, smiling as she sat back down and turned on the TV. "What do you wanna watch?" she asked, getting comfortable by sitting with her feet in the chair under her.

Juice lifted an eyebrow. "How long are you planning on staying?" he asked.

"All day if they'll let me," Ana replied, handing him the remote and grabbing her sketch pad. "I have to finish this for Gemma, and after that I have nothing to do. I may end up drawing this hospital room for the hell of it, I don't know."

Juice grinned. She was staying all day, and he was not going to complain.

"What are you drawing for Gemma?" he asked as he put the TV on the Animal Planet.

"A few things, actually," she said, and she began to describe the things Gemma wanted. Juice listened to her describe how much she loved to draw and paint, and how Gemma wanted her to do some paintings of birds and cherry blossoms for her bedroom. She also mentioned that most of the art on her walls was her own. She let Juice look through the sketchbook and he noticed one of the garage, with him sitting against the wall looking towards something.

"When'd you do this?" he asked, impressed. She even got the tattoo right.

"I did that one from memory, actually. I think I did that one in Seattle, when I was missing everyone," she said, blushing. The only thing she could draw from memory at that time was the garage and Juice. Mainly because one was her favorite place and the other was the person she'd thought about most while she was gone.

"You're really good," he said, grinning at the next drawing, which was just a series of doodles. Crows, happy faces, the SOA reaper, and the same design that was tattooed on his head. "You should show these to Happy, he's a tattoo artist and would probably pay you to draw some designs for him."

"Nah. That's just a hobby. Gemma's actually wanting me to do office manager work for her until this bullshit with the school board is done," Ana said, taking the sketchbook back. "I'm really thinking about saying fuck it for a while, Gemma's already said she'll pay me more than the school did, and it's not like I'm needing money anyway."

"Do what you want, babes," he said. "The most important thing is to do what makes you feel good."

Ana laughed, and Juice thought back on how he worded his last sentence. The he groaned and laughed, too.

"Sorry," he said, laughing. "That sounded better in my head, I promise."

They spent the rest of the day watching weird things on Animal Planet, and eating the snacks Ana had snuck into the room with her purse. Juice told Ana a little bit about him, how he was originally from Queens. He had a sister who he hadn't heard from in a while, and his mother had passed away years ago. He did go to college but got kicked out for changing grades around.

"Reminds me of when I almost got caught plagiarizing," Ana said after he detailed the dean's lecture. "I was being paid to write term papers in Seattle, and one time a teacher caught someone giving me money after I handed a paper to them. I just said that she dropped her paper in the library and she said she owed me money for something she broke. They didn't buy it, but they could never prove what I'd done."

"You're good at covering your tracks, I've heard," Juice said with a proud grin. "You hear about Zobelle's kid? Some crazy lady attacked her with a cigar box."

Ana pursed her lips. "I did hear someone talking about it last night. Whoever did it apparently cut the cables with a pair of scissors?"

Juice shook his head and laughed. This chick was something else, sometimes.

"How bad is her face?" he asked. Ana lifted an eyebrow and grinned.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Ortiz."

"Okay, fine. How long did you hustle paper at college?" he asked, changing the subject in case they were over heard. Ana winked before she answered.

"My entire time there. That time I almost got caught? It happened senior year. I made a killing doing it. I charged 50 bucks for essays, 100 for the big papers and projects. But enough about that, how'd you end up here in Charming?"

Juice chuckled. "You plan on staying all night?" he asked.

"Only until visiting hours are over," Ana replied. "That's the same thing you said last time I asked you, remember?"

"Yeah, Bobby's homecoming," Juice said, grinning. "I remember a lot from that night. I missed you a lot, and the guys were ragging me for it."

Ana smiled softly. "I missed you, too."

Juice reached out for her hand and she let him take it. He traced his thumb over her skin and sighed. "I'll tell you the story one day," he said. "It really is a long story, and I don't tell it to anyone if I don't have to."

The nurse came in then, and gave them a smile.

"Mr. Ortiz, visiting hours are over," she said. "Your wife can come back tomorrow."

Juice and Ana looked at each other for one brief moment before erupting into laughter.

"Ma'am, she's gorgeous and all, but she's not my wife," he said, wiping his eyes. "She's my..."

"I'm his best friend and we're discussing something more," Ana said suddenly, seeing him struggle for the right word. "But thank you, I'll be out in a moment." She turned back to Juice, who was looking at her questioningly.

"We're discussing more?" he asked as she gathered her things. She nodded as she turned back to him. It wasn't the way she wanted to tell him, but she knew she was no longer just his friend. That kiss had changed everything, and she couldn't deny that anymore.

"Yeah," she said. "We'll discuss it more when your ass is out of the hospital, okay?"

He nodded, with the corners of his mouth turning up in a devilish grin as he took her hand again. He kissed it tenderly before dropping it.

"I'll make sure my recovery is as fast as possible," he said.

I loved writing this chapter, I really really did. It started out as a random one shot (and I have several written that I'll tie in as we progress), and I just shaped it into Chapter 14.

Yes, I had to have Ana deliver some justice to that Zobelle bitch, and remembering how fucking pretentious they were in the show, I knew she had to be careful doing it. Someone asked if I was going to have her take down the entire LOAN network, but no, I like the way it was handled in the season 2 finale and I have big plans for the moments before they go to Timberland for the fight.

The bit with Juice and Stahl is actually from a deleted scene, and I just added to it.

Thanks to stormdec23 and to the guest reviewer, your feedback is very much appreciated and I hope that you get dreams of Theo, the Elf of Christmas dorkdom tonight.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanzaa or whatever else there is that is celebrated this time of year. I may update again before the festivities, I may not. Who knows?

Peace and love to you all.