A/N - Oh, something bad is about to happen, I'm pretty sure of it... Enjoy!

Chibs could barely hide his contempt as he walked back into the clubhouse. The place had been pretty empty all week, Jax had chosen to play out the rest of the week at the cabin with Tara, spending some one-on-one time together while Gemma kept the boys. With no church and an uncomfortable air of untruth in the clubhouse, Tig, Happy and Juice had kept their distance from the lot and spent more time drinking at Chibs' place, keeping Nina company as she recovered.

Now, with Nina secured at home with Nero keeping an eye on her, Chibs felt confident in his decision to speak frankly about their discoveries in Nevada. He had sat up the entire night, working his way through a bottle with Tig, trying to discuss the best course of action. It had ended in drunk, vitriolic hatred from Tig, and Chibs had been left to make his own decision.

Jax gave him an almighty hug to welcome him home. He laughed as he slapped Chibs' back, squeezing him for a moment too long. "Glad you took a shower, a week's worth of pussy'll leave you with a certain... smell."

"I should say the same about you," Chibs muttered, trying to get away as quickly as possible.

Jax laughed, giving him a playful punch. He looked around to see Tig nearby, and glanced between the two of them. "How was the trip then? To Gash Mahal?"

"Enlightening," Tig chipped in with a smirk, giving Chibs a supportive shoulder bump.

"Sure was," Happy grinned, rolling up his sleeve to show a burn mark on his arm from setting the building on fire. Jax didn't notice it, too giddy to have his full brigade back. Clay watched him enviously, irritated that he seemed to be succeeding in his leadership.

"Maybe you can enlighten us too, then," he suggested, motioning to chapel. Chibs smiled, glad to have the support of his brothers some of his brothers.

"Aye, I most certainly will."

They walked in and sat down at the table. It seemed strange coming in here after a few days away, it had been long enough to make the place feel less homely. Happy, Chibs and Tig sat united together. There were a few grunts from the others, there would be time for proper welcomes later.

Jax lit a cigarette as he relaxed into his seat, feeling in total control at last. "A full table, been a while." Bobby tapped his hand on the table in approval. "Good to have you home, brothers."

"Glad to be back," Juice said with a smile, knowing it would be his place to keep the peace once the discussion started. He understood Chibs' stand but he still wanted to try and find some sort of mutual ground between them. "Being away from here for a week, it's weird."

"Weird's a word," Tig muttered. "But we had business to deal with."

"How was the place?" Jax asked. "The plan would be to find a couple of girls there, easy ones, send Tig in on a charm offensive and funnel the money through them for Galindo. Drop off and cash collection within an hour, meet elsewhere to collect the merchandise."

"Might be a wee problem there, Jackieboy," Chibs said coldly. "It, uh, it burned down."

"It what?" Clay opened his eyes wide and stared at them. Galindo had already flagged the strip joint as a preferred place to meet, they had been only waiting for SAMCRO's seal of approval. "That was a sanctioned meet spot."

"Aye, sanctioned. That's an interesting word." Chibs was staring at Jax hatefully. "That's when you make something happen, right? Give permission?"

Jax laughed a little, amused by Chibs' tone. "Sounds about right. Galindo liked it, it was just for us to approve."

"Maybe Jax should have done that trip," Tig scowled. "Done a little of his own research before sending me out there."

"I trust your judgement," Jax shrugged. Tig glanced at Chibs, he could see him struggling to control himself. The angry energy was simmering in his body, to everyone who knew, Chibs was just was a grenade with a freshly-pulled pin.

"Met a friend of yours there," Tig said softly, giving Chibs a supportive nod, trying to get him to relax a little. "Recognised my cut, skinny prick called Piggy." Jax shook his head.

"Name's not familiar."

"Maybe this'll help," Chibs frowned, no longer able to contain himself. "You punched Nero Padilla's daughter in the face and handed her to him."

Bobby's eyebrows furrowed as he heard those words and he looked at Jax carefully. Sons were violent men but rarely with women, especially not one so closely associated with the club. "You what?" He could see the panic descending on Jax's expression.

"Oh, shit."

"Indeed," Chibs grunted. "And he drugged that girl, and he sold her as a goddamn prostitute in a nasty, sticky brothel. And then, just to make it even better, your man Tig here got invited in for a private view."

Tig grimaced at the memory, feeling sorry for Nina as he thought on what she had been through, and he looked apologetically at Jax. "You got very, very unlucky, brother."

That was all he managed to say before Chibs launched across the table at Jax. Jax sprang back, looking to Happy for defence but Happy didn't move. Happy was a true Son, without doubt, but even he was sure Jax had gone too far this time. It took Bobby intervening quickly to hold Chibs back. His eyes were on fire as he lashed at Jax with his hands, determined to tear him apart.

"You lied!" he cried loudly as Juice managed to battle him flat to the table to stop him from strangling Jax with his bare hands. "You told me she left. You told me she wanted to go. You forgot to mention that you gave her away to a dirty fucking pimp."

"I didn't know!" Jax gasped, dashing out of the way. "He was looking for her, I didn't know who he was."

"You should do better homework then," Chibs snarled, roughly battling against Juice to free himself. "You sold her to a death sentence, you selfish, arrogant bastard. What? Because I was happy?"

"Because you were disobedient!" Jax growled, suddenly furious. "I told you not to touch her, both of you."

"It wasn't your call to make!" There was no stopping him now. Chibs gave Juice an almighty kick, sending him sprawling against the wall as he grabbed Jax by the scruff of the neck. "You made a bad call, Prez," he snapped, punching him squarely in the face. Bobby moved to pull him away but Tig shook his head.

"Let them get it out," he said, clearing space as they grappled around the table. He gave them a prompt shove towards the bar as they edged towards the door, sending them careering out of church and straight into the pool table. Jax collapsed back and Chibs moved his fists furiously as he worked over Jax's face and torso. Jax defended himself as well as he could but he had no way of getting a shot in, Chibs was on fire.

"She was shot," Chibs grunted with each thump. "And it's your fault."

Jax had never seen Chibs so angry, he scuffled quickly to squeeze out of his grasp. "Jesus, Chibs, I didn't know. I never meant for that, I just thought she was going away."

"She nearly fucking died!" Chibs roared. His fists were bloody already, his knuckles swollen, worn out by the violent beating he was administering. As he flexed his hands, Jax slammed into him at full speed, sending him careering into the bar.

"She's a Mexican bit of gash!" he objected furiously, his body shoving Chibs away from him. "She's just pussy, you're throwing away the club for nothing."

Chibs laughed darkly. "Club? This isn't about the club." His elbow slammed into Jax's chest hard and Jax grunted as he wrapped his fingers in Chibs' hair and dashed his head to the floor. Chibs struggled against him, desperate to try and overpower him but Jax was raging.

"Everything I do is for this club!" Jax barked. "She was trouble, she needed to go."

"Same applies to you, I'd say." Chibs reared up, pushing Jax off him and looking around at the Sons watching. "I'm challenging your office," he muttered as he spat blood at Jax's feet. "You've lost your way, brother, and you can't lead this club with your head up your own arse."

"Seconded," Tig called out. Chibs nodded to the others.

"Tomorrow morning, we vote. Otherwise, I'm out. I won't sit at that table with a man I can't trust at the head."