It was just after daybreak when Ana woke up. She could hear cars whizzing by on the highway, and she stretched before she stood up. She looked down at her leg and sighed in relief. The bleeding had stopped, so she took off the scrap of fabric, and, making sure no one was around, shimmied her jeans down to her knees to check the damage.

There was a bit of dirt in the wound, but from what she could see, the blood had clotted okay, and it was just a small bit that reopened. Brushing as much dirt away as she could, she pulled her jeans back up and sighed. Her back hurt, and her leg ached, but she knew she had to get a lift back to Charming to tell them what had happened. Groaning, she limped towards the side road where Salazar had rear ended them, hoping to flag someone down.

As luck would have it, she spotted someone on a motorcycle, and saw as she got closer, she saw the reaper. It said "Washington" on the back, which meant it was Kozic.

"Koz!" she yelled, limping as fast as she could. She tapped his shoulder, and he looked back in shock.

"Ana!?" he asked, confused. He rode onto the side of the road and hopped off his bike, taking in her disheveled appearance. "What the hell happened?"

"I went fucking camping," she said sarcastically. "Salazar happened. He's got Tara and some woman who works with her, and I took off while him and his Old Lady were arguing about what to do with me."

"When did this happened?" Kozic asked in disbelief.

"Last night," Ana replied. "I slept in the woods, was going to wait until day broke to try to get back. I wanted to be sure Salazar wasn't going to come back."

"Fuck," Kozic said, taking off his helmet and handing it over to her. "Get on the bike. I got to get you back to the garage and cleaned up. We'll handle Salazar."

Happy's phone rang as they were headed back from the lofts. McGee and O'Neill had been taken care of, and now all they had to do was get Jimmy and Abel.

"Yeah?" he asked as he got off his bike.

"It's Koz."

Happy stopped and waved for everyone to go on.

"What's up, man?" Happy asked, knowing this probably wasn't good.

"Juice around you...ow! What the fuck?"

"Kozic?" Happy asked, confused as he heard a jumble of voices in the background. "Juice ain't around. What's up?"

"His fucking old lady is violent, that's what's up. She got hurt last night, there's some shit going on and I was going to let him know but apparently-"

"Ana isn't wanting him to," Happy finished, rolling his eyes. "Put her ass on the phone."

"Don't you fucking tell him, Happy Lowman," Ana's voice said. "I am fine."

"What happened?" Happy asked. He heard Ana groan and argue with someone in the background, something about Jax not needing to know this right now. Why the fuck is Jax in this, Happy wondered. Finally Kozic took the phone back.

"It's Salazar. He tried to kidnap Ana last night, and she made a break for it," he said. "She spent the night in the damn woods and scared the shit out of me this morning when I went on a McDonalds run."

Kozic decided to tell the half truth, and then they'd tell Jax the rest if they needed to. Ana sat on the bathroom sink, listening to Happy swear in Spanish.

"Find that bastard and gut him like a fish," Happy said. "I won't let Juice know until we're back, but know that if that bastard's still alive when we're there, that's going to be a kill Juice wants."

"You got it, bro," Kozic said, hanging up. Happy shook his head before going back inside the clubhouse. Shit seemed to be fucked up, on both sides of the globe.

Ana swore when she let the peroxide hit her leg. The wound bubbled and burned, but the infection seemed to be clearing out. She redressed it and laid on Juice's bed in the clubhouse, and thought about the night before.

If she'd just carried her purse out with her, she could have saved Tara and Margaret. She carried her gun everywhere, and now Salazar had that, too. If she'd only gotten to it, Tara and Margaret wouldn't be in danger.

A knock sounded at the door, and she sat up to see Tig walking in.

"You alright, Lewis?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ana said glumly. "Just thinking I could have done more to help Tara."

"Hey," Tig said. "You tried. She told you to run, and to be honest, you dying would suck."

"Oh, please," Ana said, rolling her eyes. "You wouldn't miss me."

"No, but that little Rican shit that loves you would. He'd be a pain in the ass to be around if you croaked. Happy would miss you, even Jax would miss you. Besides, who's going to bail me out of jail next time?" Tig asked.

Ana smiled a little at Tig's words.

"Stop beating yourself up. We're going to get Tara and the hospital lady back. That's why I'm here, we need you to come with us to help get Alvarez to work with us," Tig continued. "Pretty half Spanish girl may help ease his temper."

Ana nodded, and grabbed her jacket. "Lead the way."

Juice was playing cards with Chibs's daughter, Kerianne. She was turning out to be quite the card shark, and Juice was teaching her little tricks when it came to her poker face and how to save her best card for last.

Kerianne had just beat Juice for the third time when his phone rang. It was Jax, telling him to meet them outside as soon as possible.

"Everything okay?" Kerianne asked, looking worried. Juice shrugged as he stood up, ready to grab his things. He could hear the motorcycles already, so he jumped up and grabbed his gun as he headed out the door. He let Chibs pass as he met up with Jax.

"What happened?" he asked, taking in their grave faces.

"Sean Casey's dead, we think they tortured him for information about Fiona," Clay said.

"Not Fiona. The baby. He needs leverage back to the States," the priest said. Juice felt dread seep in his stomach as he locked eyes with Jax. Jax looked lost for a minute then panic came across his face.

"The hotel," he said, running to his bike. Juice hopped off the stairs to get to his own bike, and followed Jax to whatever hotel he was talking about.

If Jimmy was after Abel, this was bad. It was the last thing they wanted, especially after the shit that had happened in the past three days. Drive bys and bombings, members being killed, members betraying them, this was too damn much. He hoped Ana didn't plan on coming to Ireland, because he had no desire to return to this green filled hell.

Jax told Happy, Bobby, Chibs, and Juice to make sure Jimmy or his guys weren't in the lobby while they checked the hotel room for Abel. While they waited, Juice found the perfect present for Ana. If she didn't want a crow tattoo, this would be something for her to identify herself as an Old Lady. It was a charm of a crow, with its wings stretched out. It could be attached to a bracelet or a necklace, and Juice bought it immediately, despite Happy ragging on him for the timing. He tucked the little bag inside his hoodie, and made a mental note to pack it in his bag when he got back.

Jax, Gemma, Clay, and Opie came back a few minutes later, with nothing. Whoever had Abel there was dead, and Abel was gone. Jax was almost unhinged, but was doing his best to keep it together. Chibs told Happy and him to get back to the girls, so they headed back to the rectory. Once there, Happy stopped him before they went inside.

"Look, man, I got to tell you something before anything else fucked up happens today," he said.

"What, man?" Juice asked.

"Ana got hurt last night," Happy said. "Salazar tried to kidnap her. She got away, but she fucked up her leg and spent the night in the woods. Koz found her this morning. She's okay, didn't want me to tell you, but I thought you should know in case she's a wreck when you get back."

"Salazar did what?" Juice asked angrily. "Something ain't adding up. She always carries her gun, man."

"I know, it doesn't seem right to me either," Happy said. "Something more is going on because they were talking about Jax didn't need to add shit on his plate. Just keep this between us for now, alright?"

"Yeah," Juice said, still enraged that asshole tried to hurt his woman. "She's okay, though?"

"She's fine," Happy said, walking up the steps. "Cool off before you come in, alright?"

Juice nodded, then kicked the trash can hard enough to leave a dent in it. "Damn it!" he yelled. No one could catch a break these days. He knew they needed to find the kid soon, before he lost his own damn mind. He was tired of the people he loved getting hurt.

Ana limped into the police station behind Kozic and Tig. The past two days had been hell. Alvarez nearly shot them but allowed Ana to plead their case. He agreed to play dead so Tara and Margaret could be spared. There had been a hiccup with the cash that nearly had Tig at Stahl's throat. Now Unser called with some good news: Margaret had escaped and was being questioned at the station.

Ana looked around while Tig and Kozic talked to Unser. She spotted Margaret sitting at a desk, shaken up but seemingly unharmed. She caught Ana's eye and gave a relieved smile.

"I thought you were dead," Margaret said, hugging Ana as she limped over.

"I'm okay," Ana said. "I counted the bullets and dropped at five. Hurt the leg a little, but I'm fine."

"Smart girl," Margaret said, laughing. "Just like Tara said. She thought you'd make it."

"Is she okay?" Ana asked, sitting down with Margaret.

"I don't know," she said. "She cut the girl's neck, and told him to let me go so she could save her. I don't know if the girl can be saved, Tara got her carotid artery. I'm sure she didn't mean to, though."

Ana put her head in her hands and looked back at Tig, who had a serious look on his face. Ana then looked at Kozic, who nodded back solemnly. All three of them knew what they had to do.

It was time to tell Jax.

Juice and Happy had been charged with packing the bags. Juice was still a little angry, but he was happy Abel was back with Jax, and they were headed home. First thing he was going to do was spend some much needed time with Ana. The next thing he was going to do was put a bullet in Salazar's skull.

"I can't wait to get home," Juice said to Happy as they went in for the rest of the bags. That Maureen chick was in there, smoking. "Hey, people are looking for you."

"I'll be out in a minute. Making sure no one forgot anything," she said in her Irish brogue.

"Thanks," he said with a smile, then picked up all four bags at once. He was eager to get back to the states, where there were hardly any risks of being blown to bits. "See you out there?"

"Yeah," she said.

Juice followed Happy, who was laughing as he struggled with the bags. Juice ended up tossing him one of them so they had three each. They loaded them to the top of the truck and were finishing tying them down when the rest of the club came outside. Juice hopped down to say goodbye to Chibs's family. He'd gotten to know them a little bit while he played bodyguard, and he'd become fond of them.

"You take care of your girly out there, love," Fiona said, patting his cheek. Juice grinned and hugged her, then he hugged Kerianne.

"Remember those card tricks I taught you, okay?" he told her. "Next time your da's here, you can wipe his pockets."

"Alright, Juice," she said, giggling as Chibs rolled his eyes. Juice went to get into the car when he heard Bobby call Jax's name.

"It's Ana and Tig. You're going to want to hear this."

OMG, only two more episodes before I finish this off, guys! I have to tell you, I cannot wait to start part two.

I don't think I'm going to have Juice kill Salazar. I liked how he was finished off in June Wedding (which is what is coming up), and I really want to just focus on Juice and Ana on the next chapter. Remember, he is about to go to prison, after all.

I think two or three more chapters and this will be finished up. Thanks to you amazing amazing people. I love getting feedback, but I love writing this story, too, and I would continue it even if no one reviewed. My view count and followers show it is being read, and that's all I can ask for. Besos to all of you!