"Oh, come on! She knows me."
It was a faintly familiar voice thrown wild that was rattling the general busy hum of the station as she passed through dispatch, a hand lifting to stall a conversation with the on duty responder as she angled her glance through the bulletproof glass.
"I just gotta talk, boys. Jarry!"
Ally rolled her eyes into the way two of her deputies were shouldering down the tall and lean length of a leathered mechanic that, unfortunately, she did actually know.
"Jarry!" His rise into a pitched head voice did very little to ease the throttling headache that had very suddenly started bombing in behind her eyes.
She lifted a hand against the intercom, voice welling into a sigh as she tagged the button harshly, avoiding the glance of the dispatcher, "Search him and let him through, Dulane."
She watched the sudden amused surprise turn Trager's face childishly delightful, his eyes widening up as he stared at the deputy and then cast a glance around himself as the officers both backed off. He turned his head toward dispatch, abruptly leaning both his hands flat up onto the glass as he finally caught sight of her, his rings bouncing another strike of sound between them. He mouthed a quick 'Hi' in taunting humor as one of the officers leaned up behind him to search him.
Ally thumbed the button again as she leaned nearly as close to the glass as he was, her face shielded sure and unemotional as she matched too blue eyes, "Not a sound until you're in my office, Trager. You're disturbing the peace of my station and you're giving me a goddamn headache."
He just grinned a nodding agreement at her through the glass, wiping his fingers onto it in a cradling wave as she stepped away.
"This better be really good." She shunted after him as she shut her door slowly, a palm edging it tightly closed rather than slamming it. He was more than enough sound and swagger to deal with on a morning when she didn't already have a headache robbing her attention.
"They couldn't give you a better office than this?" He shrugged off as he welcomed himself into her office, eyeing the shelves before leaning over her desk. "Budgeting must be a bitch, huh?"
She sniped at his hand, slapping it brashly as it rose off his hip to reach for a photo frame that was facing away from him. "Trager."
"What?" he just grinned again, his voice softening and hands up in playful defense as he dropped his hips back into the chair that was before her desk. "Just doing what I'm told."
"Which is?" she asked with a forced patience.
"VP sent me." He grinned even wider, the knowing in his eyes wiring her spine so straight that the vest she was wearing dug down on her hips. "Need your keys."
She banked confusion over him, finally letting her shoulders relax as he leaned back in the chair comfortably, one of his boots lifting to settle on the opposite knee so that his hips were jutted up in the chair. She shook her head off the way he shifted and rolled her eyes, stepping around the desk so that she could settle into her own chair and lay her head back, eyes dipping closed.
"Why the hell would I give you my keys?" she asked even though she wasn't necessarily in the mood to play into his answering game, eyes still tripped shut.
"Your axle." His voice had obviously softened some and when she looked back down over him he'd relaxed his head onto his hand, eyes gracing over her in a gentler and more innocent manner. "Part came in this morning. I'm gonna drive it back to TM."
"You're not kidding, are you?"
A confused humor tinted his eyes a brighter blue, "Chibs didn't tell you?"
"He didn't tell me." She exhaled as her glance bent toward annoyance, "Nor did he actually ask me."
Tig suddenly blew out a whistling breath that ended on a broad grin, "Don't kill the messenger, Sheriff. I'm unarmed."
"Are all of you like this, all of the time?" she asked him quietly and just got a shrugged answer in return.
"Got this too." He untucked a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his shirt, waving it back and forth before his face. "Kiddie porn thing from the other night. Statement from the mule. You pull him in, let him sit til he squeals. Then you can get a warrant for the higher ups."
"That's what that call was about?" she asked as she leaned forward, reaching to take the paper from him and panning him a glare when he drew it back from her fingers.
"Keys, Sheriff." Tig nodded as he lifted the paper. "I got my orders and you've got yours."
"You're not taking my car." She told him succinctly. "I'll drop it later."
"Oh, come on." he rolled his eyes as he shook his head, voice still caged quiet as he looked over her face. "He's being a gentleman, Jarry. He's being sweet. Let up on him a little, huh? He got the part and I've got the time. Besides, Rat dropped me off. I'm not walking all the way back."
"Why send you?" she asked in a sudden quiet cautiousness. "After three days of being MIA? Teller keeping him on a leash?"
There was a wincing in his eyes that suddenly made them twist toward gray. "Hasn't been the calmest of storms, Sheriff. Balancing act."
She nodded a slow understanding, blinking cautiously into the sudden flare of white pain that was cozily settling in behind her eyes.
"Hey," he leaned a sudden softness forward as his foot dropped back to the floor, a kind of sympathy on his face that she certainly hadn't expected from his corner, "you wouldn't wanna cause an accident, right? That axle goes and, shit, vehicle out of control on the highway? Your ass swingin'? Tire flies off and concusses some poor handicapped child? How'd that look on the resume?"
She glared into his teasing as she tugged open the side drawer to her desk slowly, pulling her keys from it and lifting them gently over the desk, "How many handicapped children hang out on the side of the highway in this town, Tig?"
His grin took control of his entire face as he traded the paper for the keys, "You'd be surprised."
"Hey." She matched the softness of the way he'd said it as he pushed himself out of the chair, jangling her keys in his hand in a way that ratcheted pain into her sinuses.
"Yes, ma'am?" he cocked her a questioning glance as his other hand wrapped loosely on the door handle.
"I'm not... he could at least let me know he's not in a ditch somewhere, huh?" the weakness of the request crawled her skin cold, but she made it anyhow.
Tig just gave her a grin and pointed to the paper with her key's making another explosion of sound through the room, "He just did."
Ally nodded a silent agreement and lifted her hand to release him from the conversation.
"It's not all that easy to tell Jax that something besides the club has become important, Jarry. Especially when it's something that could burn us all." He told her in a sweetened hush as he opened the door. "He's gotta finesse it a little."
"You're a good friend, Trager." She gifted the words on him in soft affection.
Tig's nose wrinkled into a shy smile as he shook his head, hips already angling out the door, "He's my brother. That's all."