Typing away on the keyboard, in the Teller-Morrow garage, I smother a yawn. I have been doing morning shifts here for two months now, yet I still haven't gotten used to it. The bar night shifts are still drilled into my brain.

"I heard you were in town a couple of months back, but when you didn't show up at the jail, and I didn't have any reports with your name on it put on my desk, I thought it might have been a rumor."

My eyes tear away from the computer screen to see Unser, my favorite cop. He has let me off more times than I could count. Sometimes I felt like I was in his police car more than I was ever in my actual car.

"Don't worry; I haven't changed, I am just more sneaky when it comes to causing trouble." I give him a wink, standing up to give him a hug.

I remember senior year; my prank almost got me expelled right before graduation. Unser stepped in and told the school officials just to let me graduate; they would be rid of me in less than a month. The principal was livid and watched me like a hawk to the end of the year. Totally worth it.

Honestly, the prank was not as bad as I could have made it. All I did was use desks, chairs, and other equipment to block all the entrances and exits of the school from the inside, then moved one of the huge garbage can in front of the door my friends and I used to get in and out of the school. And I may have turned the water in pool blood red. Now, how I managed all of that is a long story. Let's just say it took a lot of planning, enormous amounts of sneaking around, and extreme luck to pull it off. The school didn't even have enough evidence to prove it was my idea or that I was even there, but everyone knew it was me.

"I am sure you are still the little girl who caused me more headaches than I can count," He chuckles, giving me a hug.

"Yeah, but deep inside you still love me. I provided ample entertainment over the years. Didn't I?" I put my hands on my hips, cocking my one eyebrow at him. Charming isn't that big of a town, when something happens people found out pretty quickly.

I often wonder why he let me get away with the things I did. Maybe it was because I was the only little girl surrounded by the best influences in town, the Sons of Anarchy. Now that doesn't mean I didn't know better because I did. I just needed to stir things up in this quiet, little town every once in awhile. The club made me fearless. However, I caused the trouble all on my own.

"Now what did my boys do this time to bring you around?" Gemma walks into the office, our lunch in hands. Unser looked at her with a smile. He always did have a profound love for Gemma. You could see it in the way he looked at her.

Thank goodness she is back; my stomach has steadily been rumbling since she left. I steal the box of pizza from her hand and start to walk out.

"Actually Casey, you are going to need to stick around for what I have to say. It has to do with you."

Surprise runs through me as he says this. When I wreak havoc, it is purposefully done, and I hadn't done anything along that line recently. So, what could this possibly have to do with me?

"Jax assaulted someone at a bar last night because they were asking questions and trying to locate you."

I feel my skin drain of color, my grip on the pizza tightens, and my thoughts go to an individual memory I can never forget.

Blackness is the only thing I can see, a blindfold keeping me from examining where I have been dragged off to. Tonight I had decided to leave the bar earlier than usual. The last couple of days have had me mentally and emotionally drained. Jason and I are still at odds, always fighting. And working with him when we aren't on okay terms is shit.

No sooner had I left the club someone covered my mouth with some rag. When I had come to it, I felt my arms and legs bound with what felt like rope. I can't see a damn thing.

To say I am angry, would be an understatement. If these are the same people, who kidnapped me last time they must be moronic to mess with me again.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You look pale." Gemma breaks through my memory, putting her hand on my shoulder.

None of them wouldn't come here. I took care of that problem, with a little bit of outside help. I vowed to myself if any of those men made a move against me, they would die a slow, painful death. It may not be convenient, but if any of them are here, I intend to keep my promise.

"Yeah, I am good. Do you have a description of what the guy looked like? I can be of help if you do." I place the pizza box on the office desk. Suddenly food isn't a top priority of mine. "Is Jax okay?"

Jax hadn't shown his face in the office today, so I had no idea he had gotten into a bar fight last night. You think he would have wanted to forewarn me about the guy looking for me. Or maybe he thought after last night they wouldn't want to search for me anymore.

"Jax is fine, and the guy refused to press charges. He wouldn't even give us a name, some guy from LasVegas. White, drove a black SUV." Unser and Gemma are staring at me, waiting to see if I know who they are, but I met many men in Vegas, so that description isn't helpful.

It could be one of the guys who attributed to giving me the scar on that fateful night, or it could be someone else.

"I haven't heard from anyone from Vegas since I got here. No idea who it could be." A little white lie isn't going to harm anything. To be honest, I am not confident on who it was, so telling them who it might be, would be useless. "Maybe I should go talk to Jax."

"Good idea, sweetheart. I will be in the clubhouse when you are done." Gemma's face is skeptical, and I know she will want answers when I return. Internally I roll my eyes and let out a frustrated yell. On the outside, I stay calm. Las Vegas is a part of the past, why can't it stay there?

I walk into the garage and spot Jax talking to JJ. They are leaning against an older red pickup truck. There isn't a bruise or scratch on Jax's unshaven face. Couldn't have been much of a fight if only one person gets punched.

"Hey, babydoll." JJ smiles when he sees me coming their way. If I am ever having a bad day, all I have to do is look at JJ. It's impossible to feel anything but happy when you see his bright blue eyes and boyish smile.

Jax's face is neutral; he hasn't said much to me since the day I told him I was happy for him. Things aren't awkward, but neither of us knows where to go from here it seems.

"Hey handsome, can I talk to Jax really quickly?"

JJ gives Jax a look. He hates when we aren't our usual selves around each other. It makes him angry that we can't just suck it up. He sides with his mother when it comes to our need to mend our relationship.

"Yeah, sure." JJ narrows his eyes at his brother as he walks away and Jax pretends like he doesn't notice.

As JJ walks off Jax turns his full attention to me. His toned arms are pressed against the hood of the car, and his head turned towards me. For some reason, I get the urge to grab his face and kiss him. There is just something about a man being protective that turns me on.

"Unser is here; he said something about a bar fight last night. Would you happen to know anything about that?" I question, pretending that Unser hadn't just told me all the details. I want to see if Jax will be honest with me or not about it. You know, since he didn't bother to tell me about the fight earlier today.

"You know darlin', I hate when you do that." He gives me a small grin, putting out the cigarette he had been smoking.

"Do what?"

"Ask questions you know the answers to."

"Are you going to answer my question?"

He must have thought no one would tell me about it. I mean, I can't imagine any other reason he would stay silent about it. Jax should know by now that sooner or later I figure out everything.

"I was grabbing a beer, and this guy was to a local about you, asking if he knew you. He looked out of place, not from here. I asked the guy what his name was and his business being in Charming. He refused to tell me, said it might be better if I backed off, so I clocked him for it," Jax confesses.

Jax looked back down at the truck, angry. Why is he still so upset about it? If I had been him, I would have just told me the next day, not even approached the guy. Well, maybe that is a lie. People who pose a potential threat to the ones I love never last in this town. I see to it that they leave without intentions of coming back.

"Hey, no reason to be mad anymore. It's over; I am okay. And you look great, I guess the guy didn't even get a hit in." Trying to make light of the situation I force a light-hearted laugh. I rest my hand on his arm, and he turns to look at me.

"You know what I was thinking when I heard him say he was looking for you?" His lips turn into a frown, anger seething from him.

"What?"

"Did that guy lay a hand on my girl? Is he the ones who caused her to run back here? What if he is the person who put her in the hospital?" He places his hand on top of mine. "You still haven't told me what happened."

It has been two months. I honestly thought him and JJ forgot. They had never mentioned it again.

For a second it doesn't even register with me that he called me his girl. When it does, I shake it off. Wendy is his wife. It must have been a slip-up.

"I didn't run from Vegas Jax; things were complicated. Trust me; you have nothing to worry about. The hospital thing was just your mom overreacting." The words leave my mouth, and a little voice in my head yells liar.

He has already seen the bloody shirt. Why can't I just open up about the story behind my injury? It isn't complicated; a man had sliced my stomach open. Then he and his sidekicks left me in an alley to die, but I didn't die. I survived, and I made sure they lived the rest of their lives constantly looking over their shoulders.

"I am just saying a big rack, one you can rest your head in is better than a pillow." Tiggs pretends he is holding two boobs and nestles his head in them.

"You just want something you can rest your cock in," Bobby scoffs before finishing off his drinking.

I take a swig of my whiskey, pounding it on the bar when I finish. "I have to agree with Bobby here Tiggs, even if the girl didn't have great boobs, you still would have slept with her."

"C'mon I am just a man with needs, nothing wrong with that," Tiggs replies. We always tease him about all the girls he sleeps with. No one has ever slept with as many people as Tiggs has. It didn't make me think any less of the guy; I still love him like the weird uncle he is to me.

Juice hands me another glass of whiskey. An essential part of being a prospect is being a part time bartender for all of us. The amber liquid has a kick to it as it goes down, but I am used to it. And after today I could use it, that's for sure.

"Another glass? What is this, number four?" JJ asks, putting his hands on the back of my shoulder.

"Leave Crazy alone. She worked all day, let her have a couple of drinks," Bobby says, standing up for me.

JJ is just his overprotective self. I think sometimes he forgets I am capable of looking out for myself. By now I have learned how to feel good without getting black out drunk.

"You heard him JJ; I deserve this fourth glass of whiskey. I can handle my liquor. Besides, you and Jax don't need to concern yourselves with my drinking habits." I lean my head back against his chest while he runs his hand through his brown hair, shaking his head at me. We have both worked all day; there is no reason we shouldn't let lose a little.

"Wendy don't go in there!" Everyone turns their head towards the door when we hear Jax yell. The door swings open, revealing a red-faced Wendy. Anger isn't a good look for her. Anyone near her backs up a little, letting her storm into the bar. Jax follows behind but keeps his distance.

"You! You ruined our night yesterday. It's because of you, he slept here last night." Wendy spits her words at me, and Jax tells her to stop. Of course, she doesn't listen.

What the hell is she talking about? JJ's hands squeeze my shoulders. I don't bother getting up and giving her the time of day, no reason to.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I say without a care.

Another sip of whiskey meets my lips. Me being calm must have set her off because she raises her voice louder this time.

"He just had to step in when some guy was saying shit about you. We got kicked out because he punched the guy. Everyone just has to look out for little Miss Winston."

Little Miss Winston? I gulp the rest of my whiskey. I am tired of her running her mouth. Pushing the stool back, I make JJ step behind me, that way I can stand up. Her heels may allow her to be a few inches taller than me, but she is still a little person inside. Every since I came back, she has taken every chance she can to make snide remarks to me. Anything to try and knock me down. Now she is blaming Jax punching someone on me?

I didn't make Jax do anything last night, but she just had to come in here to start shit. Jax looks at me, his eyes pleading with me to shrug her off. Wendy is pathetic; yelling at me won't make her problems dissipate.

"Wendy I think it's time you go back to your husband and talk things out with him. This, right here, won't solve anything." When I try to push past her, she grabs my arm. I close my eyes, reminding myself she's not worth it. Wendy leans in close, lowering her voice so only I can hear.

"Jax Teller is mine. I give him things you will never be able to. You are just a sad little girl with a pent up brother and a mother who never loved her enough," she hisses in my ear. Her hand releases my arm, and a deep laugh comes from her lips.

All of my rage towards her bursts, a bomb exploding inside of me. Charming may be a small town. A city where everyone knows everyone, and things get around, but that doesn't mean you get to voice your opinion on something that isn't your business. Sorry Jax, but she deserves this.

"You know what Wendy?" Spinning on my heels, I look her dead in her hate filled eyes. Wendy looks at me, a proud grin on her face. She thinks she put me in my place, oh how wrong she is.

I give her my famous Crazy Casey smirk, the one I use right before I cause trouble.

With one swift movement, I punch her straight in the nose. A sickening crack sounds as my fist connects with her face. A searing pain shoots up my hand, but I don't let it phase me. "Burn in hell, junkie."

Bobby jumps off his stool wrapping his arms around Wendy's waist, keeping her from retaliating. Jax runs towards her as well, and I walk towards the door like I was doing before she stopped me.

"You crazy bitch!" Wendy screams. It sounds like she has her hands over her mouth, probably catching the blood gushing from her nose. Can't say I have heard a crunching noise like that before, but if I had to take a guess, I would say it's the sound bones makes when they break.

Unser and Gemma walk back in from their smoke break right as I reach the door to the clubhouse. Well isn't this convenient?

"It sounded like you knew me well enough to know; they don't call me Crazy Casey for no reason, hun."

I turn around to see my previous thought was right. There is blood present all on the front of Wendy's shirt. Blood is seeping out of her hand, that is clutched to her face. I never did understand why face injuries bleed as heavily as they do.

All the guys have a smirk on their faces or are trying to keep themselves from laughing. The only two who aren't smiling are JJ and Jax. JJ looks a tad worried about me, and Jax has his neutral face on again.

Gemma bursts out in laughter at my final remark to Wendy, but Unser is shaking his head. To think I almost got away. Oh well.

"I want to press charges!" Wendy commands, removing her hand from her nose. Juice tosses Jax a towel for her nose, from behind the bar. He gives me a thumbs up, and I have to bite my tongue to refrain from laughing.

"Wendy, stop talking right now," Jax growls, his jaw clenched. He puts the towel on her nose a little hard from what it seems because she lets a yelp.

"She assaulted me! Everyone in here saw it," Wendy barks, waving her finger at every person in the bar.

"Casey, is she telling the truth," Unser sighs. Poor guy, he was just about to go back and clock out for the day. Now he has to deal with booking in my sorry ass.

"Yeah, it looks like being back for two months with no time in Charming jail was too long for me," I stick my arms out ahead of me, "Cuff me, Unser, I won't fight you on it."