A/N - Nookie in the supermarket and a bit of accidental espionage... Enjoy!

"We can't keep meeting like this."

Chibs smirked a little as he slipped his arm around Nina's waist and tugged her into the back aisle of the grocery store. He kissed her gently, pressing her bare shoulder blades back against a row of bottles of detergent and laundry liquid. Nina couldn't help but laugh at him as he sank his hands into the back of her jeans.

"It wasn't intentional," she murmured as she tugged on his beard. She gazed up at him adoringly as his lips strayed down her forehead to the tip of her nose. "You must be following me."

Chibs chuckled. "I don't need to," he teased. "Went to your place, you weren't there so I figured you'd be getting more food." He tapped her belly playfully, Nina sniggered as she gave him a boisterous shove away.

"Now now." Chibs hooked his fingers into her belt and pulled her to him, hungry to kiss her again. The last week had been good, the two of them had been finding their feet together again. While neither ever spoke of the obvious issue, they both understood that time was running out to make a decision.

Their teenage giggles echoed through the store and Tara's ears perked up as she heard them. Wheeling her cart around to the edge of the aisle, she peeked along to see Chibs eagerly tugging at his belt as he edged Nina's skirt up her waist. Tara blushed as she looked away, slipping back a step as she heard Nina gasp. She felt the heat flooding her face with an awkward sort of embarrassment as she abandoned her shopping and headed back towards the car.

"You okay?" Jax frowned, flicking the end of his cigarette away as he saw her hurrying out. Tara nodded, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, can we go somewhere else?"

"Someone causing you a problem?" Jax asked, standing and starting towards the store. Tara reached out to stop him.

"No, it's..." She lowered her voice. "Chibs and Nina. They're, you know." Tara didn't like to be a prude but she wrinkled her nose. "In the back of the store. It's just inappropriate." God, she sounded like her own mother, thank God the boys were dozing in the back of the car. "Don't worry about it."

"They back together?" Jax was looking wistfully at the store, chewing on his nail. "I didn't know."

"Clearly nobody did," Tara murmured. She shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

Jax wasn't worried, not even slightly. All he was wondering was how he could use this new intel to his advantage, this coupled with knowledge of Nina's infidelity would be a wonderful way to undermine Chibs and take back his seat. He tugged at his long stubble and nodded to the car.

"Take a seat, I gotta get some smokes anyway," he said, jogging back towards the store before Tara could stop him. If Chibs knew that Jax had seen him with Nina, the blow would ultimately be more devastating.

Slipping through the aisles quickly, he feigned looking for something as he walked to the back. He could hear Nina whimpering ever so softly, her breathing erratic and staggered. Jax's lips twitched, little whore.

"Oh, Jesus, sorry!"

Feigning an apology, Jax shielded his eyes as he rounded the corned. Chibs jerked back quickly, pulling Nina's skirt down to protect her and he glanced up to see Jax. They both paled as they recognised him, and Nina felt herself shy back behind Chibs.

"Christ, Jackieboy," Chibs muttered with a groan as he tucked himself away. "Little perv."

"I'll knock next time," Jax offered with a laugh. "Sorry, I didn't... expect you." He picked up some laundry powder. "Just grabbing some stuff for Tara." He looked between them. "You two, uh..."

Nina scratched her head, there was no explanation she wanted to offer to Jax Teller. Chibs, on the other hand, grinned wickedly.

"Aye, well. Just fumbling through."

Jax smiled. "I can see." He put his hands up. "I'll leave you to it." He winked. "Beers at the club tomorrow night? Bobby's birthday?"

Chibs nodded. "Sure thing, Jackie," he said, wishing he would just go away. "We'll be there."

Jax had a smug smirk on his lips as he walked back to the parking lot. He grinned as he dropped into the seat beside Tara and motioned for her to drive.

"It's all good," he murmured as he pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Everything is going just the way it should."

Tig was always a curious sort of creature. Today's victim of choice was Juice, as it was a quiet day, he had spent pretty much the entire day following him around idly. He always considered it good practice, stalking his brothers. If they didn't notice him, nobody else was likely to.

Juice hadn't done anything of interest, mind. Breakfast, work out, lunch, a couple of hours at TM doing, well, very little really. He and Rat had spent most of the quiet day goofing around on the lot.

Tig leaned back on his bike as he watched Juice look around carefully as he left for the afternoon. He was sure he was off to do something equally mundane as the rest of the day, but, for amusement, he waited a moment and followed the smell of diesel out into the street.

Juice drove away from his home out towards the docks. Tig frowned, he had no real reason to come this way but he didn't really need a why, Juice was like prey and he was focused. He dropped back a little and pulled to the side as a police car drove past him, and Tig watched in silence as the car pulled to a stop outside one of the warehouses.

"What the..."

Roosevelt glanced around cautiously as he paced across to meet Juice. He extended his hand to the Son but Juice ignored him and kept his hands sunk into his pockets. Tig watched and slunk forward a few steps to try and listen in.

"You've got to have something."

Roosevelt looked impatient but Juice simply shrugged and hung his head forward. "I said I'd call you when I did."

"You're dragging your heels. You've had weeks."

Juice eyed him anxiously. "Come on, man. This isn't fair. The more pressure you put on me, the more you organise these goddamn 'catch-ups?' The more you put me at risk."

Roosevelt didn't care, he was desperate to get somewhere. "If you're done, Ortiz, you just say and I'll chat with your Prez about Daddy."

Tig leaned against the corrugated metal of the building as he eavesdropped, was Juice ratting? What the hell was he doing? His eyebrows furrowed, furious. Juice hadn't seemed particularly with it the last few weeks. Juice groaned and Roosevelt leaned in.

"Same time next week," he muttered coldly. "And you bring me something next time." He poked him hard in the chest before walking back to the car. Tig pressed himself flat against the building to stay out of his view and waited for the vehicle to pull away before he slipped out.

Juice was sitting on his bike looking miserable. He started as Tig appeared behind him, pressing his hand to his head.

"Shit, you scared me."

"You're scaring me." Tig looked at him with a dark expression and pointed in the direction Roosevelt had gone. "What the fuck was that about?"

Juice swallowed. "Nothing, brother."

Tig laughed at that. "That? That wasn't nothing." Juice fidgeted uncomfortably and shook his head.

"You didn't see shit."

Tig smiled and tapped the side of his nose. "Alright, Juicy," he said, throwing his arm around Juice's shoulders. "Didn't see a thing. But I'll let you know when I need a little back scratch in return, okay?"

Juice pursed his lip and nodded, knowing that Tig's silence was worth the favour. He patted his shoulder. "Thank you," he said. "Whatever you need, Tig, I can help. Just let me know."