Before he even turned down their street, they could see the blue, white and red strobe lights echoing off the houses, cars and trees that lined the street.

"Oh God," Tara gasped, sitting forward more in the seat to look out the front window.

Jax couldn't agree more. He, himself, sat up straighter in the driver's seat.

Easing the car around the corner, they saw an ambulance, fire and rescue and sheriffs cars sitting outside their home. Forced to park the car about half a block, Tara ripped the door open and jumped out of the passenger's seat practically before he had the car stopped. She took off running down the sidewalk.

He was hot on her heels when a deputy jumped in front of her to stop her, "Ma'am, this is a crime scene!" he held his hands up to her trying to get her to stop.

"My babies," she wailed as she tried to push passed him.

"Ma'am! If you don't calm down," the deputy grabbed her arms and was trying to restrain her, "I will arrest you for obstruction of Justice."

"Get your hands off of her," Jax warned coming up behind them. His mere presence and demeanor anymore was intimidating.

"Stop right there sir," the deputy let go of Tara, his hand going immediately to his service weapon.

Jax's lip snarled. Most people had the fight or flight response when in a hostile situation or when someone threatened them. Jax's mind went always clicked to 'fight harder'.

Once the deputy's attention was off of her, she dodged around him running for their house. Drawing his weapon, the deputy spun in the direction Tara ran.

"Stop!" the deputy yelled after her "Or I'll shoot!" he brought his weapon up to eye level, aiming at her back.

"MASON! Lower your weapon son!" Sheriff Eli Roosevelt yelled out as he saw what was about to unfold. That would be the biggest mistake of the rookie's life. Especially on his first week. "It's her house…"

The deputy looked at his boss and then at the man who looked like he wanted to rip his head off. With shaking hands, he holstered his weapon and stuttered out an, "Sorry. I guess I over reacted."

The deputy shivered a little in intimidation, "You guess?" Jax asked, his voice deep and gravely. "You almost shot my pregnant wife in the back because she wants to check on our kids and you guess you over reacted?"

Jax glared at the deputy, taking a few steps closer to him, "Teller!" Roosevelt called out to Jax to get his attention, "It's his first week," he had to make it clear to Jax that this guy didn't know who was who yet or where they lived.

Not taking his eyes off the deputy, "Then I suggest someone give him a guided fucking tour." Moving around him, Jax went to stand by Eli, "Are you charging Elyda?"

Jax had gotten called on the way home by Chibbs. He said that the two guys that Wendy somehow talked into trying to get into Jax and Tara's house, panicked and took off when the other club members showed up. They gave them chase, and they were now on their way to one of the empty warehouses. "We'll take care of it Jackie Boy," Chibbs promised him.

Then Happy called him, saying that Wendy had been shot and wounded by Elyda as she had tried to break into the Teller household. The boys were fine. As protective as Happy was over them, Jax knew that they were safe.

Jax made sure that Elyda knew where the guns where located. He also made sure she knew what Wendy looked like in case she tried something like this.

Elyda was no stranger to violence or guns. Happy was her uncle. Growing up in Stockton, Happy and her father made sure she knew how to use a gun in case something went down and she had to defend herself.

"No, I'm not charging her. I don't think Patterson will bring any charges either. She was protecting the house and children who were in her care. She was within her right to defend herself and them," Roosevelt assured Jax.

Roosevelt was proud of the man that Jackson Teller was turning into. He had gotten the MC out of guns as far as Roosevelt could tell. The violence in town had gone down with it. Now Teller dealt in brothels, he had opened another bike/mechanic shop and was even operating vending and those claw game machines you saw in stores.

But Roosevelt knew Teller could still be a very dangerous man if he or his family was crossed.

Jax smiled when he saw his wife and children coming towards them. Thomas toddled towards him, as Abel snuggled up to Tara's neck as he rested on her hip. "Daddy," Thomas squealed as Jax picked him up.

"Hey buddy," Jax kissed his head, then leaned over to kiss Abel's head.

"The house is full of technicians and crime scene people. I had to get them out of there," Tara explained, looking at Jax. "I think it's time we move. Too much has gone on here and we are going to need more room and …." She started rambling.

"Whatever you want babe," Jax assured her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling his family into an embrace.

"Can you take him for a minute?" she gestured towards Abel, who went into his father's other arm without much incident. She walked over to Eli who had stepped back from the family to give them some space. "We can press charges against her right?"

"We can definitely look into them," Eli confirmed. "I assume you have proof and witnesses?"

"Yes," Tara said. "I think we have enough evidence to prove harassment, endangering the welfare of a minor, stalking, and probably even more."

AN: I know this isnt the best but I was just tired of this chapter, so here it is lol.