This one was funny and started out way different then it ended up. I write to amuse myself more than anything. MKAngelus

OLODL CH7

Blood dripped from every surface, burnt onto the light lamp; it ran in rivulets down the file cabinet, spattered across the paper work on the desk and already darkened and tacky on the floor. The inside of the office looked like it had been sprayed from an industrial size hose with various shades of red paint. Jax and Opie turned around in the office, and heard the sucking sounds as their boots lifted out of the congealed blood on the floor.

"This is a lot of blood." Opie said calmly, turning back to the desk.

Jax opened his eyes wide and looked at Opie, "You think? Jesus Ope, what the hell happened?" He put his pistol back on safety and stowed it against the small of his back, as Opie did the same. Opie took a step and leaned over the desk, lying in the middle of it was a large envelope that had JAX scrawled across the front. Holding the envelope from one corner he shook it slightly allowing the excess blood to slide off of it and drop to the floor with a sickening splat. "What's this?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jax said looking at it, "Open it up outside, this is fucking gross." The two of them stepped back outside the door and Opie reached over and flicked the outside light on. Wiping his glove on his pant leg he ripped the envelope open and a trio of photos fell out along with a note which hit the ground. Jax bent down and picked up the note, unfolding it, he read what it said silently to himself and then out loud at Opie's urging.

Don't make this worse than it already is-

The note wasn't signed, but a signature wasn't really necessary, once Jax saw the pictures he knew this had been staged this for him. The first picture was of him and Wendy arguing, however it wasn't recently it had actually been take a couple of years before at a picnic the MC had put on for the local animal shelter to raise money. Wendy and Jax had still been married although separated at the time and she had shown up, the picture showed him standing over her yelling and she was cowering. Jax wondered why a picture from so long ago had shown up just now. That was until he saw the other one. This one was taken much more recently; in fact, it was taken this evening according to the time date stamp. It showed Wendy standing in the door of the office and someone wearing what could have been a Sons leather vest in front of her with a raised knife. From the back, the person wielding the weapon may have been Jax. Blonde hair peeked out from underneath a black stocking cap, and the height and size of the assailant was just about right. The picture was slightly blurry and out of focus, but it would work to implicate him in a savage murder if the wrong people saw it. The third picture was the same scene that they'd stumbled onto, showing the after effects of death by large knife in a small room.

"So, you decided that taking the legal way out of joint custody wasn't an option?" Opie said with a sardonic grin.

"I didn't fucking kill her Opie, I went home after work. You know that."

"Yeah, I know that and you know that, unfortunately your only alibi is a toddler that curses like a sailor and a baby, so Brother, this isn't looking good."

"Well, how do we know she's even dead? The pictures were staged; maybe the rest of this was staged too." Jax said, hearing himself even he knew it was a flimsy thought.

"Dude, there's too much blood here for there not to be a body." Opie said, taking the pictures and putting them in the envelope. He lit a smoke and offered one to Jax. "You're remarkably calm you know." Jax said irritated while he took a drag.

"I didn't off my ex old lady." He replied.

Jax rolled his eyes and stepped out of the circle of the light, "Okay, so what do we do now? There are five kids in the clubhouse with only the supervision of a certified weirdo and possibly a dead body somewhere, pictures showing someone that might be me right before slaughtering someone like a fucking pig and no body." He paused and took another drag, "Any ideas?"

"The first thing I would suggest is that we try and find a body, how do we even know this is Wendy? It could be anyone-are there any other clues in the envelope?" Opie tossed his smoke to the side and took the envelope from Jax. The sun was starting to lighten the eastern sky and had thrown the inner lot of the garage into a complex web of shifting shadows. Jax turned to look towards the blue truck when he noticed a small river of dark fluid flowing under the far garage bay door.

He reached over and tapped Opie on the shoulder, "Uh oh Ope, we've got another problem." He nodded towards the bay and Opie sighed and said, "Just what we need, hey, maybe that's where the body is?" in a falsely cheery voice. Just as they started to go back inside the blood soaked office to get inside the garage Chuckie yelled across the lot, "Jax, Abel just woke up and you didn't pack anything for him to wear, there are no pull ups or anything and he won't put on a diaper from his stash of stuff here. What do you want me to do?"

Opie barely held back a snort of laughter and turned it into a fake cough, raising his hand to cover the grin on his face as Jax inhaled deeply and looked heavenward. "I'll be right there Chuck." He turned to Opie and said, "Check out the garage, I'll be right there."

"No way man, I'm not going in there by myself, I'll just wait, if it is a body it isn't going to get any deader."

"You're a sick fuck you know that?" Jax said with exasperation in his voice as he made his way across the lot to the clubhouse. He walked through the door to see Abel standing naked from the waist down and stamping his feet while he stretched his shirt out from his stomach. Chuck was kneeling in front of him holding a diaper and a pair of black jeans. "Come on Abel, you only have to wear it for a little while and then we'll get you some pull ups. I promise." Chuckie was using his most solemn voice and trying to cajole the boy; a technique that while wasn't always on the up and up, usually worked. However, Abel was on to him today and it wasn't going well at all.

"No, diapers are for babies like Wyatt. I'm a BIG BOY." He yelled.

"Abel," Jax said kneeling behind him, "Daddy's sorry, he forgot your big boy pants, can you please put on the diaper and as soon as daddy can he'll go get your pants for you okay?"

"No, want them NOW. Where's mommy?" He asked, turning to his dad, eyes still puffy from sleep and tear filled. "Mommy has big boy pants, in her purse."

"I know Mommy has them, but Daddy forgot and Mommy is with Aunt Lila in Las Vegas, she can't be here right now, can you help Daddy out? Please?"

Abel stamped his foot again and wailed, "NOOOOOOO." Just as he was winding down Jax heard the door open behind him as Opie stepped in and then the tell tale sounds of Wyatt waking up. He took a deep breath and clenched his hand. "Abel, please just for a little while okay?" Wyatt was getting louder and louder and Opie wisely made his way over to the play pen and started to pick him up. As he held the baby he turned towards where Ellie had been asleep on the couch, "Where's Ellie?" He asked Chuck.

Handing the jeans to Jax Chuck said, "She went to check on Kenny and Piper."

"Well, hand me a diaper this kid has soaked straight through his." He said to Chuck as he realized that not only had he soaked his diaper and his pajama's he was also wet against Opie's bare chest. He reached out and took the bag from Chuck and glimpsed Jax wrestling his head strong oldest into a diaper and tried not to laugh again when he heard a small voice behind him say, "Dad?"

Turning over, his hand on Wyatt's chest to keep him steady, he said, "Yeah honey what is it?"

Ellie looked up at her dad and said quietly, "Kenny threw up."