A/N Sorry, again for the delay. Life's a bitch sometime, lol. Also, I'm not sure how visits to a jail go. The last time I visited somebody in jail, I was like five. I barely remember it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, never have.

Chapter 6

Dixie wasn't sure what to wear to visit Tig in jail. It was the day after she had found out that Tig was inside. Her head felt heavy, she felt weak, and yet a solid resolve settled over her skin. There wasn't a part of her that screamed or even whispered that she had to leave. There was no part of her that told her that she couldn't do it. Dixie was tired, she was worried, and she above all was lonely without Tig. One night was hell, she could barely think what it would be like to go months without him.

But there was no part of her that told her that she couldn't. That she wouldn't be able to make it through. She just knew, she just knew that she would. Before Tig, her life had been simple and basic. After Tig she found that it was brighter, and stronger than she could have ever had thought it could be. Dixie never let herself feel empty, not any more, she violently hated feeling empty. Instead she had developed, over time, a strong steely instinct to pull herself together and count her damn blessings. And in a comforting way even though she was losing her man to jail, even though she was drained of her energy, and she wasn't sure where the road was taking her – Dixie had that ever-comforting steely resolve to get through. She was grateful for that.

If only she had a damn clue what to wear?

Dixie settled on a pair of dark washed jeans, that weren't too tired, and a plain white v-neck with a black inked rose designed splattered across the chest. She wasn't sure if that was what you were supposed to wear? Was it solid colors? Before she could go change she heard the rumble of a motorcycle pull up her driveway. Bobby waved at her solemnly from his rusty ride, behind him was Jax Teller.

"We're gonna need to go in first," Jax explained to her. "Then you can see him. Bobby'll stay with ya and show ya how it's done."

She nodded quietly and got on the back of Bobby's ride.

Tig had been transferred quickly to the County Jail, and it was a grey soul-sucking looking building with high wire fences and security measures everywhere. The two men escorted her inside and she could tell they were going slower for her. Taking their time so she could learn how to go through the security measures, figuring out how to get past the guards, who to ask about visits, and all that. But as soon as they were past they left her at a bench and quickly disappeared behind the visitors door leaving her to wait for about a half an hour. Dixie didn't mind but the sounds of the other inmates were bothering her. The security guards were solemn, the walls were grey and lifeless, and the inmates that she saw were either wild-eyed or dead-eyed. Dixie knew that this wasn't 'Tig's first time, but she still felt a cold deep fear swell up inside of her.

Logic told her that this was just country, that they were lucky he wasn't put somewhere else. She just wanted to see Tig. Dammit. How long were they going to take? But, as soon as she thought that Jax and Bobby exited from the visitors door.

She stood up immediately and felt her head rush a little. Jax grabbed her arm and steadied her with concern. Dixie saw him and Bobby exchange worried glances and a nugget of truth planted in her mind. Something was wrong with her, she knew that. She was probably just too worried, that's what Dixie told herself. But everyone else was starting to notice and that was a problem. She couldn't have Tig thinking she wasn't well while he was inside. Tig's head needed to be focused on his trial, on getting out and back home to the Club and her.

"I'm alright." Dixie assured them. "How's he doing?"

"He's doin' alright," Jax explained. "He's looking forward to seein' ya. Hang in there."

Bobby pointed her in the direction of the door and she steadied herself before walking calmly through the doors. In a quiet but brightly lit room with excrutiatingly bland white wall and metal..well..everything…was her Tig all in orange. The corner of his eye was busted and his curly hair was ruffled and crazy. But his blue eyes were the same.

"Hey baby," She said steadily, her mind finally at peace with the pressure and stress that had developed over-night. Just seeing him push all that shit away from her shoulders and Dixie felt that it was okay, that it was definitely going to be okay.

"Hey doll." He said, a quiet but genuine grin on his face. "I'd get up but I'm all chained to this desk."

"Can I touch you?" Dixie murmured to him as she sat down on the other side of the table.

He shrugged, the smile lifting away from his face and seriousness settling on his features. "Yea, hands only."

She grasped his hands quickly and squeezed them tightly.

He leaned back but kept his hands with her.

"The boys said they filled you in." Tig said.

Dixie nodded quietly. "Yea, they did."

Dixie leaned forward and gripped his hands tightly. She held her head straight and looked him in the eyes. The words were solid and full of meaning as they left her mouth. "I'm here, Tig. Wherever this goes…I'm not cutting out."

He shifted his eyes down and he leaned closer to her. Their eyes met and he nodded silently. "Yea, I know baby."

"Good." She replied.

They sat together, holding each others hand in perfect, complete silence.

Tig broke the silence by asking her how she was feeling.

"I'm fine." She brushed it off with a smile. "Just the heat, I guess."

"You should get the Doc to look at you….you're not pregnant are ya?" He asked the question slowly, carefully.

Dixie shook her head. "I'm definitely not pregnant, Tig."

He nodded. "I believe ya."

A few minutes later a guard tapped them on the shoulder and told them to wrap it up.

"Do you need anything?" She asked quickly.

"Naw, the guys will take care of me, babe. Just come visit. I'll call when I can so keep your phone on. Listen to Bobby at work. He said he'll make sure you get home alright after work."

"Okay, I will. I promise, baby." Dixie replied. Her voice was strong but inside she felt raw and scared.

"I love you." He said before the guard led him away. Tig turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "Love you baby."

"I love you too." She called back.

And then he was gone and the security guard was pointing to the door. She walked out and followed Bobby silently out of the prison. He took her home and she curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee and thought pensively about the visit.

The moment he was out of her sight she felt numb, and raw. Like she was going to go down a long and terrible hill and there was no one to catch her at the end. There was something so inevitable about the feeling that she wanted to just curl up and not get back up until it was over. But life would move on without her and she didn't want that to happen. Above all else she wanted to be there, constant and strong for Tig. That's something she could do and that was what she was going to do.