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Chapter 5

Dixie sat at Gemma's impossibly long table sipping bitter, strong coffee sweetened with sugar, and listened to her talk about the furniture she had found to replace the Clubhouse's newly broken ones. There was no use to buy new furniture; it would just end up ruined in a week. She nodded along and rubbed her temple. She had a headache, and had had one almost all week. No amount of tylonel or coffee seemed get rid of it.

"How's your head?" Gemma asked with a furrowed brow. "Tiggy mentioned that you weren't feeling too good. You aren't pregnant are you?"

Dixie's widened and she shook her head quickly. "No…no! I'm not." She sighed and shook her head. "Things are looking up for me, there's no way I'm gonna get knocked up now. Tig would kill me."

"These things sneak up on you, you know." Gemma commented leaning back in her chair and giving Dixie a smirk.

"Well, this is just a headache. No babies on the way here." Dixie said with relief.

What would she do if she got pregnant? Dixie immediately thought of her new classes and her future job. Another benefit of her new opportunity was…just in case…that did happen she wouldn't have to worry about her job. Dixie rubbed her temple and sipped her coffee.

Before Gemma could push the subject they were interrupted by a prospect hurrying into the house. It was Chip and to Dixie's amusement he was still wearing a cross but added to his appearance was a knife that mimicked Jax's on his waist. He looked a little taller and broader, if that was possible in the short time since she had given him coffee at her house.

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies but Jax wants to see you two. Some of the guys were arrested…"His eyes trailed over to Dixie and her heart clenched violently.

"Aww shit." She cursed slamming down her coffee cup. He didn't have to say, she knew.

"Tiggy?" Gemma clarified for them.

"Yea, and Juice and Opie."

"Shit….Just what this family needs right now." Gemma spat out.

Dixie sat glued to her chair, clutching her coffee cup, her head pounding and her heart frozen inside of her flesh. "Oh shit."

"What's the charge?"

"Assault and battery for all three. Arson charges on top for Tig."

"Shit." Dixie sounded out; she ran her hand through her hair and stood up.

Gemma came over to her and wrapped an arm around her. "It'll be alright baby; we'll get the lawyers on it and get our boys back."

Dixie nodded numbly and followed Gemma's lead. She waited until her heart was settled before she spoke again. Her tongue felt numb as she quietly questioned Gemma on how this could play out for them.

"I don't know baby, we'll just have to see." Was Gemma's experienced reply.

She sighed and sat quietly, her mind raging against her, as Gemma drove them to the Clubhouse. Jax and the other boys were gathered around with frustration mounting between them. Dixie took a deep breath and steadied herself before marching out Gemma's car and following her to the guys.

Her head pounded and raged against her as Jax and the boys escorted her and Gemma into the deserted clubhouse and told them what had happened. While initiating a retaliation against another porn studio that had gotten violent with some of the girls, Tig, Opie, and Juice had gotten caught by a security guard. They had been able to destroy the security footage so the lawyers said that they could probably drop the assault charges. But the arson….the studio and burned to the ground (destroying the security footage) but a gasoline tank had been abandoned when the security guard had chased them and Tig's finger prints had been found on the cap. Apparently it had been hard to open or something and required him to take off his gloves because Juice couldn't open it. Opie was bloodying up the studio producer at the time.

Tig was looking at a misdemeanor at best, a felony charge at worst.

Dixie felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest and she forced her brain to stop pounding, her heart to stop freezing, and her mind to clear up just so she could talk.

"What can I do, Jax?" She asked the frustrated President.

Gemma rubbed her back supportively.

"We're bailing them out, so don't worry about that. You can just be there for Tig, darlin'." Jax explained. "He's gonna need you through this. You've been real good for him."

Dixie saw the other guys nod in agreement. "Don't worry Lass, he'll be home before ya know it." Chibs sounded reassuringly.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying to be kind to her and hiding their true feelings about the situation from her. Dixie stayed at the Clubhouse with Gemma and the Prospect while the Club met with the lawyers and to bail out their brothers.

"You look like shit. Go lay down in dorm." Gemma instructed maternally. She ushered Dixie to the dorm room with a glass of water. Dixie curled up in a ball after drinking the water and tried to settle down. Her head raged against her violently until she fell asleep into a dreamless sleep.

Dixie didn't sleep long, the sound of the Club rolling in woke her up a hour later. She rolled out of bed and rushed out to greet them. But as they filed into the clubhouse she saw Juice and she saw Opie but she didn't see Tig.

"Where's Tig?"

"The judge denied bail, he's apparently a flight risk…the others made bail. They're hearing is in a couple of weeks." Jax explained. "Tig's is in a month. At best he's looking at three months inside."

"What's the worst?" Dixie demanded.

He looked away and then back at her and said quietly. "Five to seven years."

Dixie closed her eyes and swallowed. "Jesus Christ."

"Hey it won't come to that, Dixie-girl." Bobby chimed in. "Why don't you take the night off and in the morning I'll take ya to the jail to see Tig."

"Yea…thanks Bobby." She said quietly.

"Take her home." Chibs told a Prospect.

When Dixie got home she crawled into bed and fell head-first into sleep. Her body was exhausted already, but this, this…seemed to drain her of all of her energy. It was late..or early morning, when she woke and realized that Tig wasn't there next to her. Usually she was curled up around him or his curls were buried deep into her neck.

But she was alone. And where Tig was she wasn't really sure. She didn't know if he was awake or sleeping or what he was thinking. She prayed that he was okay and that this would all blow over. Three months was awful but fine…she could manage. It'd be like he was on a very extended run for the Club as long as he stayed out of trouble when he was on the inside. And Dixie knew as long as the Club didn't ask him for any favors that she could push and pull him to keeping straight inside. But seven years might just break her heart all over again. Seven years of nearly being a widowed Old Lady, visiting him behind bars, never knowing if he was going to make it out in one piece or not. She wasn't sure her heart could take another beating.

Dixie always underestimated herself. With her drinking, her standing with the Club, and with Tig. She wondered if this was the same. And just like she prayed for Tig's safety she prayed for her own. She wasn't much for prayer. But there were times that it just seemed like the thing to do.