It was 1992. 17 year old Jeffrey, and his identical twin brother Joshua, Kohn had just graduated high school. Wayward Jeff had had this thought rolling around his head for a long time. The thought of leaving suburban Chicago behind and just exploring this big bad ass world.

"Just think about it Josh," he put the joint they were smoking to his lips and inhaled a deep drag, then spit and sputtered as it released from his lungs, "Wouldn't it be fucking awesome to just ditch this hell hole? Just you and me, the Twin Terrors, backpacking across Europe and Asia?"

Josh held up his hand in refusal of the joint Jeff was trying to pass off to him, "Jeff, you know we can't leave mom by herself."

Sighing and shaking his head, Jeff smirked at Josh when he heard, "Joshy! Can you come help me with the dishes?"

"You better go, momma's boy!" Jeff slapped Josh on the back in encouragement.

"Screw you," Josh muttered then groaned as he made his way up the back stoop into the kitchen.

The next week Jeff bought a plane ticket to Belgium with no set plan's as a return date. Josh went to the nearest military recruitment office and joined the Marines. Jeff traveled the world, calling home for money every few months, for the next 15 years. Never laying his head down on the same pillow for more than 6 months at a time.

Jeff became a decorated Marine, who after 7 years of service in the Armed Forces, retired and joined the Chicago PD. After making several high profile gun busts, he was recruited to work for the ATF.

When Jeff finally returned home from his travels abroad, his mother's elderly neighbor told him that his mother had passed away months ago and that Josh hadn't been around since before that. That sent Jeff out on his next adventure.

Finding Josh.

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Stepping out of his rental car, Jeffrey Kohn looked around the garage lot. There were a few cars sitting outside open bay doors, a few sitting inside the bays on hydraulic lifts. Men in work shirts and leather vests were walking around or huddled together in groups talking. Woman in tight clothing hung on to their every word. Harley Davidson motorcycles lined a platform before a bay area for work trucks to off load.

The sign above the building read Teller-Morrow Motor. This was one of the businesses his brother was looking into before he disappeared. He had been dating a woman named Tara Knowles. She used to date and be very involved with one of the members of the biker gang, Sons of Anarchy, which ran this shop. Josh began investigating them when he realized how obsessed Tara was with them. Jeff assumed Tara started dating Josh to get information about the Sons of Anarchy using his ATF connections.

At one point, Jeff discovered through paper work he began going through to find Josh, that Tara had even become pregnant. The little bitch aborted the baby. She was too good to carry Josh's child apparently. Her mind still too wrapped up in the Sons of Anarchy.

Today Jeff was here to speak to Jackson Teller, the main focus of Josh's investigation. Jeff had already been to the hospital looking for Tara or at least information about her. Josh noted in his notes that Tara began working there when she returned to Charming. Apparently the whole staff took a vow of silence when it came to Ms. Knowles. When he began asking about her, he was stone walled. Every employee referred him to Human Resources.

Walking up to the garage, he spoke to the first person he came across. An odd looking character with prosthetic hands. "Excuse me," he smiled at the odd looking man, "Is Jackson Teller around?"

"Ugh yeah, I think," picking his fake hand up, he held it over his eyes to shield against the bright sun, "Let me look for him," the odd man finished as he searched the nearby faces for Jax.

"Thank you," Jeff smiled at him, "I'll just go wait by the office door."

"I accept that," the man smiled, nodding his head in enthusiasm as he wandered off towards another huge unmarked building.

Jeff watched as people came and went. Cars pulled up to the bays and dropped off. He watched as an SUV pulled up and parked across from the huge unmarked building. He watched as a petite dark brown haired woman climbed out wearing scrubs. He noticed she had a bump around her abdomen usually indicating that a woman was pregnant. She wore a pair of sunglasses over her eyes to shield them from the sun. The face looked familiar. Even with the hair cut short in a bob style, her face was still very familiar.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out the pictures he had. It had images of the people he was looking for. He snorted in disbelief, 'Well I'll be a son of a bitch.' It was the woman he came to Charming looking for. Tara Knowles. She was right in front of him. He began walking towards her. When he was less than 10 feet away from her, he called out her name.

"TARA!"

At hearing her name, she looked in the direction of the voice.

When she saw the face, fear over took her body. Her blood felt like it turned cold, and was bubbling. Her breathing became labored. Her hearting pumping erratically. Every noise around her became intensified. She started shaking.

This face had haunted her nightmares. Joshua Kohn. But Josh was dead. How could this be?

Being with Jackson Teller she had seen and done some things that would terrify most people. But this fear she was feeling had nothing to do with Jax or the club. It had to do with this man standing in front of her right now.

"You, uh. You ugh," she stammered, her hand moving to caress her abdomen. To protect her child from any harm this man might cause her.

She began walking sideways to the clubhouse. If she could just make it into the clubhouse, she had a full army of men that would protect her from this man. Then she remembered what she had in her purse. The hand holding her belly moved to dig inside the purse, her hand wrapping around the cold steel. Whipping the gun out, she aimed it at the man in front of her, "Stop right there!" She demanded.

The man in front of her held up his hands in surrender, "I've been looking for you, Tara. I need to ask you a few questions, that's all."

"You need to leave!" Tara yelled at him, her body shaking violently.

"Hey!" Jeff heard from behind him. He turned around and saw a bald man with tattoos on his head, forearms and neck advancing on him, "The lady told you to leave!" The grimace on his face looked to be a permanent fixture.

"I just need to ask her some questions," he said as he watched the man walk around him to stand in front of Tara. The new member to this conversation stood very close to him. If Jeff reached out he could touch him. He scowled at Jeff.

"Is there a problem here?" another voice added to conversation. This time it was the man Jeff came to talk to. Chucky had just come inside saying that a man was here to see him.

Hearing Tara's yelling and pleading, Jax ran to the door, the club members who were in the 'house' hot on his tail. Looking at his wife, Jax was not pleased to see that she had her gun aimed at the man. Not because he cared what happened to whomever she had it trained on, but that she felt she needed that kind of protection from anyone who was near her, period. But he understood exactly why she was acting this way. He was fucking stunned as hell himself. He needed to get this fucking man out of her before she got hurt or her blood pressure went through the roof. He stood in front of Tara as well. As did 2 other men. All of them forming a human shield.

Bobby came up next to her, "Come on sweetheart," he urged, "Let me have that thing and you come with me." He had to get her away from this situation. He didn't know what was going on, but for her to act like this…

"I actually came to talk to you too, Mr. Teller," Jeff looked at Jax.

"Unless you have some sort of lawful authority in this town, you will not be talking to any of us. As a business we practice the right to deny service to anyone. And as a husband," Jax stepped around the man he was behind, his voice low and deadly, "I reserve the right to protect my wife against anyone who threatens her."

"I haven't threatened Ms. Knowles," Jeff pointed out smugly.

"Dr. Knowles-Teller," Jax corrected him, "You may not have threatened her," he took a step closer, "but you did upset her. My wife being upset has been known to end badly."

"Hmmm fascinating," Jeff mused, "I find it interesting that you don't even seem shocked by 'you're wife's'," he air quoted, "reaction to me. You didn't even flinch when she saw she had a gun on me."

Jax stepped closer until he was nearly nose to nose with the guy, "You need to leave," in a low and lethal voice, "Now."

Moving to reach into his pocket, Jeff watched as the men in front of him moved as if to protect themselves, "Easy boys," he said calmly, then pulled a business card out of his pocket, "Just a business card," he handed it to Jax, who just glared at him. Jeff let the card glide to the ground. "My cells on the back. Give me a call. I'd like to talk to you," beginning to walk backwards towards his car with his hands up in defense. "It does appear my brother was right about one thing," he paused, "It looks like Ms. Knowles, oops, I mean Dr. Knowles-Teller," he chuckled at his purposeful mistake, "Looks like she is a biker whore after all…." He gave as a parting shot. He smiled smugly to himself as he heard scuffling behind him, a 'you son of a bitch…' growled out and 'Jax!' 'Jax…' 'Let it go Jax'.

By the time Jeff had gotten into his rental car had it turned around and leaving the parking lot, Jax was already through the clubhouse door looking for Tara. Chibbs had ordered Ratboy to take Unser's truck and follow him. In long hurried strides, he made his way down the hall towards their dorm room. He saw Bobby sitting just outside the not entirely closed door.

"She's really scared… I barely got her to take her blood-pressure medicine….." Bobby explained.

"Thanks for taking care of her," Jax said softly, patting him on the shoulder. "Call a meeting for those who just saw went down for half an hour from now. I know what's going on, but I need to talk to her about it first. You'll all know soon too. This isn't club related shit though. This is very fucking personal to my family. Protecting it."

"Then you have my backing, brotha," he didn't need to know anymore.

Nodding his head gratefully he pushed the dorm room door open whispering, "Babe," so he wouldn't startle her. He wanted to rip the man apart who did this to her. She was curled up on their bed in the fetal position, one of his hoodies wrapped around her like a coat of armor. She had once told him, wrapping herself in it helped make her feel like he was there with her when she was alone without him on the nights he was gone. She still had the boys, but they didn't compare. She was shaking violently, her breathing ragged, quiet sobs leaving her body. He had to get her calmed down. This stress was not good for her or the health of their little girl inside of her.

Kicking off his Nike's and taking his kutte off, he gentle curled in behind her, "It's okay, I'm here, babe. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I will put him in the ground if I have to. I love you. I will not allow him to hurt our life. You're my world, babe," he spoke softly to her, his hand gentle caressing her, the areas of her that he could, trying to reassure her.

"Who was that?" she finally spoke softly, her voice shaky. Letting the fingers of both their left hands intertwine, she encouraged him to snuggle closer to her. Brushing hair away from the side of her neck with his nose, he placed gentle kisses along the column, breathing in her scent. She relished in the protective cocoon his body created around her, his beard scraping familiarly along the skin of her neck.

"I'm not sure yet, babe. He mentioned something about his brother. He tried giving a card to me, but I was too pissed off to take it. It's on the ground outside. I'll have Juice and Unser look into it," he promised. "I've called a meeting. I need to give them a heads up about what's coming down the line," he felt her sigh and tremble, "I trust them babe. With my life, your life, the lives of our family."

"I know, I just… I feel like it's our dirty little secret, you know."

"I know, babe."

Then they just laid there in silence for a few minutes, "You know I'm putting someone with you, right?"

She just nodded her head in agreement.

"I need to go talk to the guys. Do you want to come with me, tell them yourself?" He needed to let her feel like she had some control over this situation. He rolled away from her to the side of the bed, swinging his feet around and on the floor.

"Can I sit in on a meeting like this?" she asked, wiggling her way to sit next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, his arm coming up to wrap around her and pulling her into him.

"Since this isn't club related, I don't think the guys will have a problem with it. Besides I need you close to me right now," he turned his head to look at her, tilted her chin up with the side of his index finger and leaned in to kiss her. "I love you babe. I'm not going to let anyone fuck with you or our family," he urged her to stand up, then moved her to stand between his legs. Lifting her scrub top up, he kissed her belly gently, splaying his hands out over the glorious mound of his child. "Don't worry princess, daddy's not going to let anyone hurt you, your mommy or your brothers," he whispered softly.

Jax sat at the head of the Sons of Anarchy table with Tara sitting securely on his lap. She was nuzzled into his neck, both of her arms wrapped around his neck. One hand running soothingly up and down her back, the other resting on her swollen belly. There was nothing sexual about it. She had calmed downed considerably, but was still in a state of panic and shock. Jax was doing his best to calm her down. To let her know that he was there, and whoever the hell this was, they would not hurt her again. Ever again.

Chibbs, Opie, Bobby and Happy sat at their usual spots at the table waiting to hear what was going on. Whatever the hell it was scared the shit out of Tara.

"Before Tara came back to Charming, she was in a relationship with a federal agent. He wanted to become more serious with her. Telling her he loved her, things like that. She tried breaking it off with him and he became abusive, obsessive and possessive. She moved back here not only to deal with her father's passing, but also to get away from him. After pushing the limitations of a restraining order she was finally able to get against him, repeatedly in Chicago he followed her here. He began stalking both of us, mainly to see what he could get against me to prove to Tara that I wasn't worth the love she felt for me. That part of herself that I owned, and he could never touch. Hale had him escorted out of town, but he never made his flight. He turned around, and waited for Tara to be alone. The night that the Irish prick Cameron was shot in the ass, I went to her asking if she could help. When I left he was hiding and waiting for her inside her house. He attempted to rape, but she got the upper hand on him, using his service weapon against him. She called me in panic and I went right back to her. He was on the floor bleeding to death so I told her to call the cops. He broke a court order and would go to jail. He started calling her very mean things. After her enough of the hate he was spewing, in a fit of rage, I shot him in the head, dead." He paused for a minute to let it all process for the guys, but still spoke to Tara, "How are you doing babe?"

"I just want to go home, and see my boys," she sighed tiredly.

Kissing her forehead, "We will leave in a few minutes after I wrap this up."

Turning his attention back to the club, "I'm not asking any of you to do anything you don't want to, but as a man, as a husband and as a father, it's my job to handle this shit. I just thought you should all know what was going on what you saw happening."

"You ain't doing this shiit alone, brotha," Chibbs slammed his hand on the table, "We got your back darlin'."

"Hell no you're not!" Opie threw own, "We got this shit!"

"As long as I get to kick somebody's ass…" Happy supplied, "I'm not letting anyone mess with Tara or those hooligans you call kids.

"Did you really have to ask?" Bobby gestured around the room, grinning.

Tara sniffled into Jax's neck. This was a very unorthodox family, but they had her back just as much as she had there's.

"They love you babe, not as much as I do, but they love you," he looked up at her and kissed her.

What could a woman say to an army of dangerous criminals who all cared a gun, and scared the shit out of a 'normal' person, besides, "Thank you guys."

"This will be one of the most important personal thing we have ever done," Jax looked around the table with a look of determination on his face.