The prospects were at the safe house they were going to try to rent out to this woman cleaning it from top to bottom. Tig was following her as best as he could. Chibs and Opie had been sent to check out her motel room. Clay had Juice taking photos of the three rival bikers. As Clay was dispersing his brothers, he had Juice head back to the clubhouse and begin researching the three.

Chibs checked and re-checked the address to make sure they were at the right place. Opie was picking the lock while Chibs was checking things out around them. He couldn't believe the ass-kicker from outside the clubhouse was living in such a place. This was usually where the hookers, addicts, and other sleaze balls hung out. Why was she living at this place? The room was dirty, lived in. The filth wasn't from her but the general nastiness of the motel itself and the room.

"Who the hell is this woman and why is she staying here?" Opie wondered out loud

"I dooon't know, Ope." Chibs replied, accent getting thicker

"There's nothing of hers here." Opie absent-mindedly stated as Chibs flipped his phone open

"Aye boss…. Der's naught anyting 'ere." Chibs told Clay over the phone

"Head back to the clubhouse." Clay told the Scotsman

Chibs told Opie what Clay said as they walked briskly to their bikes. The ride to the clubhouse went quickly. Upon entering the clubhouse, one of their brothers told them they were to meet in Church. As soon as they'd entered, they found Happy, Clay, Jax, and Juice already there and waiting. After finding their seats, Clay asked Juice to go ahead.

"I'm still not sure why these guys are after this woman. Or even who she is, really." Juice started, "These guys are your run-of-the-mill criminals. It seems they're trying to push Meth in new cities."

"But why are they after her? Who is she?!" Jax asked, furrowing his brows

"Honestly I don't know. I can't really find shit on this woman. There's no criminal records, school records, nothing." Juice stated

"Drivers license?" Opie questioned

"No records at all!" Juice exclaimed

"What did you find at the hotel?" Jax asked

"Naught, Jackie Boy!" Chibs replied

"It was clear that someone had been staying there but she must've taken all her belongings with her. There was nothing there, no clothing, no trash, nothing." Opie added

"She's running then. But why?" Clay asked

"The woman can hold her own. Ask Tig!" Jax laughed

Happy chuckled too, as much as he did anyway, at the memory.

"We need to find this woman. She's the key to everything. Whether she knows it or not." Clay stated, "Juice, do your thing. For now let's call it night."

Tig was tired. Tired of walking, tired of trying to stay in the shadows, tired of chasing this woman. He wanted to sit down. Hell, he wanted to find a bed, any bed, and crawl in it! She knew she was still being followed. She was tired and wanted to rest but she knew better than giving in. This would not be the first time that she had to wander around all night like this. She didn't own much but all she had was in these bags.

It was a very long, slightly chilly night. Shortly before it was time for her to get to work, she started making her way to the studio. Tig texted Clay with the information and asked what he should do. Clay simply told him to come back to the clubhouse. This woman was much cleverer than they realized. When the SAA rolled into the clubhouse Bobby thought he looked like death warmed over. Most of his brothers moved out of his way as he made his way straight to his dorm room.

Kalila headed straight to the office and stretched out on the couch that was there. When Don came in and got a good look at her, he could tell she was beyond tired. He let her sleep for a little while before kicking her foot with his. It apparently startled her as she bolted upright with wide eyes. He asked if anything was wrong. She rubbed her eyes and stated that there had been some commotion at the place she'd been staying at and she didn't get any sleep at all. Seeing what time it was, she took her stuff to the women's changing room so she change for work and stuff her bags in her locker.

Shortly before he was supposed to arrive at the martial arts studio, Jax arrived to talk to the owner Don. He wanted, or specifically was told to, take some private lessons with the young woman. He was also there to talk about their rental property. Upon hearing what her boys were planning, she made Clay let her decorate. She had control of the prospects to help her. They wanted to make this house move-in ready as quickly as possible.

As her students were gathering for her first afternoon class, Jax was talking with Don. He was well behind the other students and thought he would benefit from extra instruction. Although, he wanted to stay in the class he was in as well until he caught up. Don explained that he would have to pay for the private instruction and Jax said he had no problem with paying extra. She was just waiting on Sarah to arrive since she had seen that Jax was already there. Don waved her over to where he was standing with the blond haired, blue eyed man.

"Kalila let me start out by saying that Jax wants to stay in this class as well. He feels that he's behind the other students, and I have to agree, so he wants private lessons. I'll let you look through your book to see when you're available." Don stated

"Ok. Um, I'll look at my book after this class." She told Don before turning to the blond man, "If you don't mind waiting around a little after class."

"Not at all." Jax replied, once again flashing her that famous Teller grin

She was exhausted but tried to not let it show through class. Jax could tell Kalila was tired. She just wasn't exuding the same energy as she had the previous day. Of course wandering around a city all night after giving martial arts lessons and getting no sleep would make anyone feel exhausted! For the most part she didn't mind teaching others some basic martial arts. Self-defense was incredibly important.

However, she wasn't sure three of the four men in this class was actually taking things seriously. The lone woman seemed to be a little too gung-ho about it and the fourth man….well…. she couldn't really decipher him just yet. He was struggling since he was a few weeks behind the others. He tried to keep up as best he could but was supposed to be keeping an eye on the rival bikers while there. She was incredibly grateful that this was more or less her last class of the day. Sarah was too cheerful as she took her stuff and bid everyone goodbye. Jax hung back trying to listen in on the others' conversation.

Kalila grabbed her few things and went to fetch her appointment book. This was the first time that she had someone sign up for private lessons so her time, outside of the normal classes, was free. She took the book out so she could talk with Jax and figure out what times worked best for him. She found him talking quietly with Don as she approached.

"Well since you're the first person to sign up for private lessons you really have the pick of what time you want." She told Jax

"What's a good time for you?" Jax questioned

"Anytime, really, other than regular class times." She stated

Jax moved closer to her so he could see her appointment book. It was, indeed, empty. They talked about times, what worked for him, when she would suggest, when she would not suggest. They finally settled on his private lessons being in the time slot before the class he was in. That way he could roll straight from one into the other. Which meant he'd have two hours he'd have to be here at the studio. Once the schedule had been finalized everyone shook hands. With that taken care of, Jax went to change back into his street clothes and head back to the clubhouse.

As she was getting ready to leave for the day a little later, she began to wonder where to go. She needed a place to crash. Preferably somewhere in town and fairly close to the studio. There was no way she could keep up staying up all night and teaching physically draining martial arts classes every day. Deep in thought, she nearly missed Don talking to her.

"Oh hey Kalila! Are you still looking for a residence?" Don asked as she was heading out of the studio

"Yes I am." She simply replied

"Here's the number of a woman who has a house to rent. It's recently remodeled, all modern, with new appliances. Give her a call if you're interested." Don told her, "Oh, I'd all before 8."

"Thanks! I'll give her a call as soon as I can." She stated with a smile

She walked to the diner she usually had lunch at to make her phone call. Clay was hoping they'd get this call about the "rental house". Sure enough around 6:30 or so Gemma's cell rang. She excused herself from the table to take it. There was a young woman on the other end, just as Clay had told her about, and she made plans to meet the young woman the following day at 10am to see the house. Clay was happy to hear it and made sure the prospects and some of the other club members would have everything ready, to Gemma's specifications, by the designated meeting time the following day.