Clay shook his head as he looked over the books. "I don't understand how he managed to fuck this up!?"

Jax shrugged. "I guess that's the problem when you rely on someone who didn't go to school to do your treasury."

"It's not like we can hire an accountant and pay him off to keep quiet," said Tig.

Gemma stood at the corner of the room but said nothing. Telling Clay an 'I told you so' would not be very welcomed.

Clay stood, took his phone, sped dialed a number, placed it to his ear and walked out of the room.

"Who's he calling?" asked Tig.

"Maybe he knows an accountant who'll close his eyes about dirty money," replied jokingly Jax as he lit a cigarette.

A few minutes later as Tig finished his beer and Jax put out his cigarette, Clay walked back in, took the books, and closed them.

"Help will arrive tomorrow afternoon,"

"You found us a dirty accountant?" asked Tig.

"Neither, but at least she went to college," answered Clay.

Gemma frowned just as Tig looked at Clay sideways. "She?"

Clay put the books underneath his arm and walked away without giving Jax or Tig any more attention.

Gemma walked into the repair shop's office and closed the door before turning toward Clay. "Tell me you didn't call Cat."

Clay looked at her. "I can't tell you that."

She looked at him. "You can't be serious?"

"I can trust her to fix this and to keep the business and treasury afloat." He noticed the look of disapproval on her face. "What? You want to ask Tig or Juice?"

"She's going to drop everything and come work for the Sons, just like that?"

"The Vagos don't need her anymore."

Gemma's eyes shot wide open. "Vagos? What game are you playing Clay? You always said you wanted to keep her out of all of this, and I agreed with you."

Clay ignored her.

"She had a normal life, a decent job away from all of this and she ends up with Big Al?"

"They needed help two years ago, I called her, and she went and helped them and now we need her. It's called family Gemma."

She gave him a dirty look and he knew she was angry. "You're a fucking hypocrite!" she said as she turned and walked out leaving the door wide open.

An hour later as Clay was walking out of the club, Jax stood from his bike and walked over to him.

"You didn't tell us in the end who you are bringing in. Don't we need to vote on this?"

"No vote needed. I'm still President and I can still call some of the shots here without having to ask for a vote. But as you've asked as nicely as you just did, I'll let you know that I called Cat."

Jax said nothing but gave a side smile.

"Keep it to yourself for the time being."

"Hey Clay? You trust the guys around her?"

Clay mounted his bike and put his helmet on. "I'll make sure they toe the line."

Jax nodded and watched as Clay turned on the ignition and drove away. "I bet you will."

Mid-afternoon the next day, most of the guys were at the garage when they heard the sound of a bike from afar. A minute later, a Triumph turned the curb and drove toward the garage.

It stopped in front of one of the rolled up mechanical shutters. The passenger dismounted the bike as Tig, Chibs, Opie and the prospect looked on.

Long brown hair cascaded down as the passenger removed the helmet. The prospect let his mouth open slowly as Tig bit his lip and shook his head.

A red button-down shirt, open just enough to reveal sun-kissed skin and the beginning of cleavage, but nothing more, a pair of black jeans and black boots walked slowly toward them as the bike drove off.

"Would it be bad for me to say I want to do her right now in the backroom?" asked the Prospect.

Tig put a hand on his shoulder. "No. But I call dibs. I've got the biggest hard-on I've had in months. What about you Chibs?"

Before he could answer, they felt a strong and firm hand slap them.

"Keep your hands off this one. And I mean it," they heard Clay's voice as he walked pass them and toward the woman.

She opened her arms, just as he did, and he engulfed her in a warm hug.

"Pops."

"Hey Kiddo."

"Did she say Pops?" asked the Prospect.

"I think we kind of fucked that up," said Tig, "but hey, it was a compliment."

"Thanks for coming in on such short notice. It wasn't a problem for Big Al?" asked Clay, as he put his arm around her shoulder, and they walked toward the guys.

"No worries, I left him with someone he'll be able to trust blindly. You know for you I'm always here. We're family."

"This is Chibs, Tig and our newest Prospect, Half-Sack," said Clay as he pointed to them in turn. "This is Cat, my daughter."

Cat looked at them. "It's nice to meet you all."

All three of them smiled and nodded.

"And this guy, you know too well."

Opie moved in toward her and took her in his arms. "Hey stranger," he said.

"Stranger? You're the one I should call stranger.. Would you look at you?", she said as she touched his long hair and his beard, "I've been away for too long."

"I've got some business to tend to," said Clay. "I've set you up in a nice little place, Jax should be here in a few minutes and he'll take you so you can settle in."

Clay handed her an envelope. "Get anything you need to feel at home."

Cat hesitated but she knew that it wasn't any use to refuse.

"Thanks."

"Since when does Clay have a daughter?" discreetly asked Half-Sack.

Opie overheard and looked at them. "Initially it's his niece, he adopted her when she was 16."

"Wow.. didn't know that," said Chibs as he looked at Cat.

"She doesn't look 16 anymore," said Tig still eyes-wide on her.

"She's a couple of years older than Jax and I. Last time I saw her, I was 16 and my mother carted me away from Charming. It must have been Thanksgiving of her sophomore year in college."

"She went to college?" asked Half-Sack.

"She's smart," said Opie, "don't underestimate her. She's travelled a lot and knows a lot about many different things."

"I'm intimidated," said Half-Sack.

"Not me," said Tig, "I don't care about her brain, it's her body and carnal knowledge that I'm interested in."

Chibs looked at him. "Why settle for the looks when you can have both?"

Opie nodded. "Spoken like a true gentleman."

"Wild Cat? Is that you?"

She turned around and saw Jax coming from the parking lot toward the garage. He had stopped dead in his tracks. Bobby was with him.

Cat smiled and Jax opened his arms. She put down her bag and ran to him. Once she was in his arms he lifted her in the most amazing hug possible.

The guys looked at them and Opie smiled. "Now that is the kind of reunion I like to see."

"That close huh? I thought she was off limits?" said Tig.

"Like I said, we all grew up together in our teenage years, we're family."

"I don't hug my family members like that," stated Tig.

Cat looked at him as he put her down. "Your beard and mustache grew in finally," she said teasing him.

He passed his hand over them and smiled. "You grew up too," he said stating the obvious change in her body.

"Hi sweetie," said Bobby as she passed over to him and hugged him. "It's good to have you home."

"It's good to be home. You look good."

"I'm getting old."

"We all are, but I'll tell you this, I hope I'm in as good a shape as you are when I'm your age."

Bobby put his arm around her. "God, I missed you. You always know how to find the right words, even for an old biker like me."

"Clay said you were dropping me off?"

"Yeah. You got any bags?"

"A duffel and a backpack. I can wear the backpack."

He turned, took the duffel and pointed to his bike. "I'll get the bike."

"OK. Just give me one minute will you?"

"Sure."

Jax walked over to his bike, secured the duffel at the back and brought it up to Cat who had picked up her backpack from the ground and was looking at Chibs, Tig and Half-Sack. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as he watched her slowly walk up to Tig, smile and cock her head to the side.

"Maybe you can go with the Prospect in the backroom and have him help you with that hard-on."

She winked and turned heels just as Chibs let out a sincere laugh. She mounted Jax's bike, placed the helmet on and locked her arms around him.

They watched as Jax drove off.

Opie tried not to laugh. "What did I tell you? Smart."

"Fuck!" said Tig. "I can't believe she heard me."

"Either that or she knows how to read lips.. Watch it Tig, she's off limits, you don't want to get on Clay's bad side," said Chibs. "So, piece of advice if you've got those kind of thoughts when you see her, refrain from saying them out loud. Turn your tongue seven times in your mouth before speaking."

"I'd prefer turning my tongue seven times in her mouth."

Chibs hit him on the side of the head. "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You've got no filter."

Tig stared him down.. "Oh, come on, you're not going to stand there and tell me you didn't think the same thing I did."

Chibs started to walk away. "You didn't hear me say anything did you?"