Upon the realization that she'd be entertained in the presence of the Teller Morrow's matriarch she thanked whatever fluke had led her to showering and changing at the station before she'd had the next shift's lead deputy drop her at the garage. The headache that had started to subside suddenly had a wicked bite, digging in at the back of her skull as she balanced her weight on her boots, hip cocked out and glance directed forward toward the window. She hadn't said a word, something akin to caution keeping her evenly easy going as she tried to ignore the older woman's existence in the small room.

"Here for more body work, Sheriff?" accusatory cynicism lathed off the other woman's lips, her face an obvious pass of dislike and annoyance.

So much for ignoring.

Either way the crack was meant to go, it only flared Ally's shoulders up in a challenge of wills that her frayed up nerves couldn't pass up. "Thanks for the concern Mommy Dearest, but it's none of your goddamn business who handles my undercarriage."

"Oooh." Gemma gave her a widened glance of supposed fear before flopping down into the chair of her desk. "She's got a mouth on her. Unfortunately we know what it's used for."

"Hey." Tig's voice was a quick rush into the room that silenced them both and he quirked a semi amused glance between the two women as his head angled. "What's going on?"

"Are you two done yet, Tigger?" Gemma asked him sharply as she waved toward the garage.

"Almost." He cast the older woman a knowing glance of patience before tugging open the office door, waving Jarry toward the garage side. "Are you two?"

Gemma just passed a glaring over him that had his shoulders rising as he turned after the other woman and through the door.

"She does not like you, Sheriff." He offered softly.

She just snorted, "Guess she won't be at my slumber party later."

"I wasn't invited." He pouted at her playfully before stepping her past the tool racks and back to the end of her car. The obvious oiled smell of the garage was a welcome change from Gemma's perfume and the scent of her entitled indignation.

She cocked him a half shrug before looking down over the perfectly recognizable set of hips and long legs that she was stepping over, one of his knees drawn up for leverage as the garage dolly shifted with his hidden upper body. The line of his length was a welcoming warmth that she both loved and hated to find so comfortably and intimately familiar. Ally ignored the snort of amusement Trager let over the both of them as she let her eyes rove from the ride of his belt to his worn in boots and back up. She crouched on her toes, leaning both hands into his drawn up calf for balance as she rubbed into denim.

"Did I just find myself in a Red Woody production, love?" his voice was a warm and heady tease that carried humor from under the jacked car.

"Depends. Think Gemma's watching?" she asked as she taunted her fingers on the inside of his bent knee and along the back of his thigh, his hips jutting the dolly an inch in a flinched reaction. "Because I'd really enjoy righteously pissing that woman off."

"You already have, doll." Tig cast off as he stepped back around the car, the toe of his boot nudging into Telford's ribs as he leaned down along the back of the car. "Gonna have to do until we can get parts for the other side, Chibby."

"The other side too?" she asked as she leaned back on her heels, pushing up and leading him the space to draw out from under the car.

"Probably should." Tig explained as he took the tools Chibs lifted out from under the back end. "It's on its way out. You wanna keep it balanced."

She watched him draw from under it so that he could lean against the side of the car, boots bracing onto the cement so that he could keep balanced on the dolly as he smirked at her. His head was lazily dropped back into the side of her car and she smiled over the calmed stretch of him as he looked her over.

"Hear y'missed me, Cu Sith." He murmured softly as he tugged a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one to his lips but not lighting it. "That true?"

"The feeling is waning, trust me." Her tone angled derogatory but hushed off toward affection as she crouched once again, fingers tracing the top of his boot. "You okay?"

"Just fine." He hushed past the unlit cigarette, his eyes set more tired and ragged than she'd last seen. "You?"

Ally nodded slowly, purposefully watching how prettily his eyes blackened past the weariness. "Fine."

"I'm fine too, guys." Trager interjected tightly as he leaned into the back of the car. "You all gonna keep eye fucking on the floor here or can I put the tire on and bring the jack down?"

"He's in a hurry." Chibs smiled at her, pushing off the car to stand as she shifted up and back. "You and Gemma bein' in the same building makes 'im nervous."

"It's a legitimate concern." Trager mouthed back as the Scot led her toward the open bay door, flicking a flame off his Zippo as he stepped into the declining sunshine and tipped his head into the half light and smoke.

"You bring in that little shite from the other night?" he asked her to the side, catching the way she'd curled her arms around her in a sudden defensive manner. "He'll give you at least three bigger fish."

"He's sitting in a stall." She shrugged it off, "I haven't spoken to him yet. He was carrying unlicensed so I nailed him on a parole charge. He'll sit there until he breaks or I feel like having a rousing conversation about child pornography, which would be never."

"Thank Christ." He hushed off and studied the turn of her profile, noting the way she'd shied her hair to one side of her throat, leaving the other side bare for him to long for as he searched the pale of her skin. "You pissed?"

She shook her head quickly and angled him a sidelong look of confusion, blinking as she studied his look of concern. "Because of the car?"

"Because of time." He sucked down a breath of smoke. "The quiet."

"No." she shrugged it off as she leaned into his side, letting her arm press into the larger and tenser muscle of his. "I get it."

He cocked a glance over the casual way she just leaned into him, his eyes running the dark length of her hair before he let off a breathy laugh and lifted his arm against her shoulders. He made show of flicking the cigarette away and into the parking lot before dropping a kiss into the top of her head and turning into the way he tucked her close. It was a held up moment before her palms rose to flush up his sides, her head dipping to rest into his chest as he untagged the tie from her hair and loosened its darkness down her shoulders.

"Need you to talk to him, Ally." He sighed the words into her hair. "Need him to give you those names. I want 'em inside."

Her head suddenly came up sharply, eyes a fluxed up mix of browns and greens and coppers like new pennies, "This game just doesn't end, does it?"

"Not yet." Chibs admitted softly. "Pissed now?"

"Marginally." She blew off, unable to ignore the fact that he was fingering the tips of her hair as she cast a scrutinizing glance back over him. "You break that kid's nose? He looks like he got hit in the face with a piano."

"He was sellin' children out, Althea." He arched a brow and tugged lightly on her hair in a play for more affection than he was getting. "Y'should see the boot marks I left on his balls."

She opened her mouth to respond but the words got swept away by a sharp whistle that broke over them as Tig started quick steps by them and toward his bike, his cell lifted in his hand and his face a white wash. "We gotta go, Chibs. Sorry, AJ. Have Wayne drop the jack, okay?"

She nodded her head into a confused acceptance of the other man's apology as the door to the office swung open to release both Gemma and one of the prospects with a name she hadn't had the energy to commit to memory yet. There was a sudden pull of heat from her as the short prospect caught against Telford's sleeve and tugged him aside, angling their heads together with shied words and rushed voices. Her ability to hear anything that came out of the interaction was obliterated by the fact that two bikes brashly swerved into the lot and hummed their engines louder in their sudden stillness. She realized they were waiting for the rest of the men around her and she shook her head slowly in frustration, ignoring the fact that she could feel Gemma's concerned presence no more than two feet from her elbow.

"You better get that look off your face before he sees it." Gemma's voice was a caustic roil from her side as the older woman evened their stances. "Better yet, don't. Maybe he should see what you really think."

Her jaw firmed hard as she ignored the urge to turn into the verbal jabbing but dropped her tone enough to thrash back. "And you're just pissed because he likes what he sees of me already."

"Put Tig's hours on my tab." He tossed to the older woman as he stepped back into their space, Trager's bike sounding up a thunder behind him as he pulled against her pocket to tuck her forward.

"I can - "

"Don't argue with me, Althea. Don't have the time for a proper fight." He caught up against her, his hands drawing her jaw up so that he could run his thumbs on her cheeks, plying a kiss from her with a rushed charm before a back stepped wink. "Behave yourselves, ladies."

"You go watch him, Chibs." Gemma threw after him as she started back toward the office on a pair of boots that Ally was actually a bit jealous of. "Pussy can wait."

"Sure could," He agreed sharply as he kept guiding his steps backwards toward his bike, tugging his gloves on with a sharpened look toward the older woman. "if it was just pussy I was wantin', Gem. You let me mind your boy and my own business at once, yeah?"

She bit down on the urge to smile into his words as the office door thumped closed, thinking better of gloating and cocking him an appreciative glance as he gave her a quick nod and turned his long stride toward his bike.