One week later...

With Gemma tied up all day finalizing any last minute issues with the date auction later in the week, Tig was happy to tag along with Clay at his hand therapy check up. As he sat in the semi-crowded waiting room, he kept making evil eyes with a snotty brat sitting on the other side of the room. If the appointment took much longer, the hospital may have another patient...an eyeless kid.

"What are you doing here?" asked Tara as she walked past seeing the biker in the waiting room.

Slightly startled hearing his name, "Came with Clay to his check up." watching as his VP's old lady sat down next to him.

"How long has he been back?"

Looking over at the clock on the wall, "Maybe thirty minutes. Said it may be longer today."

Sitting back in the chair, "I'm just happy that he's sticking with the therapy. It's the only way he'll be able to continue riding." Tara said, looking at Tig knowing what it would mean for Clay not to be able to ride.

Running a ringed hand over his face, "Damn, I don't even want to think about that day." as he sat back. "How's business?"

Almost not able to believe it herself, since she had been back within SAMCRO, she had developed an odd friendship with the club's SAA. She would never understand his outright freakish ways or his Jekyll and Hyde personality, but she had grown to adore the heart he wore on his sleeve. It didn't happen over night, but Tig had somehow wormed his way into her good graces. Readjusting to life in an MC was hard enough, but when you're the woman who broke the "Prince's" heart, left town, only to return years later, it was damn near impossible. The instant Jax finally got her to believe that this was where she belonged, Tara made the decision that she would accept the Club and deal with the good and the bad that came with it. It was no surprise to her that some of the Sons wouldn't be so welcoming, but she found herself shocked that Tig of all people had been the most understanding of why she had left years ago. Chibs acted as if she had never left, Piney acted as if he could care or not, but she was still dealing with coldness from Opie and Juice. Shaking her head of thoughts she had no control over, she looked back at the crazy man beside of her.

He knew that look. She was sizing him up; trying to determine if he knew anything about two certain people. Returning her questioning look, he saw determination in her eyes. It only took a raised eyebrow to get him to cave.

"You don't know anything." he stated trying to call her bluff.

Tilting her head to the side and she checked her nails, "You sure about that, Trager?" she questioned hoping he would take the bait.

He would look at her then look away. She doesn't know anything he thought to himself as he watched the grin grow even larger on her face. Beginning to question what limited info he did know, he pulled his self together remembering his unwavering loyalty to his brother. "You don't know anything, Doc." confident he had called her bluff.

Glancing back over at him, "I guess it doesn't matter since he's probably already tired of her."

"SHIT!" Looking as if she had three heads. "Doll face has his attention." he confessed seeing Tara's eyes reflect success. "Damnit Doc!" hearing her bust out laughing.

"Ssshh..." she hushed trying to get him to lower his voice. Still laughing, "Your secret is safe with me, besides, I'm pretty sure she's just as interested." watching his eyes go wide.

"How so?"

"Oh no. If you want details on my end, you're going to have to fess up." not willing to divulge any info without getting some in return.

Fuck..Fuck..Fuck but damn he wanted to know what she knew. Trying to pry anything out of Happy was a joke. Other than knowing for a fact where he was sleeping every night and being witness to their behavior around each other while having lunch at Ralph's, he needed some juicy details. Deciding his next statement didn't break bro-code, he evened the field. "Know he's not getting pussy from any sweet butts. Keep hearing them bitch about it."

His words had stunned her. "Seriously?" she replied not fully believing what he'd said.

"This shit doesn't get repeated, now." he warned maintaining his hard ass attitude.

Pointing back at him, "Same goes for you."

With their agreement still firmly in place he responded. "Yeah. He's been over at her place all week. Caught him leaving the clubhouse last week well after midnight. After Clay talked with her out at Elliott's, we checked the warehouse then headed back to the club. He said he was hanging there all night. We were still up playing cards when he rolled out of his dorm around one."

"That doesn't mean he went to Olivia's."

Letting out a small laugh, "He met me at her door in a towel the next morning. Pretty sure he spent the night."

"Wow." was the only word that she could think of. "What Olivia say when you saw her?"

Shaking his head, "Nothing. She had already left for work." Tig said seeing Tara's mouth fall open. "What?" he asked wondering why she looked so shocked. "Come on now. What's that look for?"

Oh my was screaming through her head at this latest piece of news. Taking a minute to absorb what he had just said, she let him in on something. "This isn't like her." she confessed seeing his interest grow even more. "I've never known Olivia to allow sleepovers or leave someone alone in her home."

"Really?" he questioned.

"Yeah." as she looked around the room, then back at Tig. "She has a tendency to keep people, especially men at a distance."

"Why?" he asked, his curiosity peeked.

"Since I've known her, she's been that way, but once you have earned her trust, you'll have it for life as long as you don't break it."

"Someone hurt her?" he questioned, a feeling of anger coming over him.

Shaking her head, "God no! She's the best judge of character I know. Fully lives by her gut instinct."

Letting out a small laugh, "Already know she's smart...she adores me." Tig stated grinning back at the doctor.

Playfully punching him in the arm, "That makes me worry about her!" Tara said, unable to hide her smile from her unexpected friend.

***Chicago***

How dare he she thought as she threw her Chanel bag across the room. Pacing back and forth, she couldn't calm her anger down. All her hard work was just thrown away. Weeks of planning for nothing. Walking into the kitchen, she pulled an open bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and poured herself a full glass. Letting the smooth Chardonnay work it's magic, she took a deep breath and decided to regroup and refocus. She had worked way too hard for him to suddenly change their plans. She would just have to be creative to get her way.

***Ralph's Diner***

The double cheeseburger in his hands was working wonders on his empty stomach. With a full morning of work already behind him at T-M, he needed to refuel his body to get ready for a lengthy afternoon of gun assembly. Swallowing the last bite, he poured more ketchup onto his plate to finish his fries. Placing the bottle back down on the table, he licked the small amount off his finger, as his mind flashed back to earlier in the morning.

His eyes fluttered as he felt her leg slip over his. Still in the same position from last night, he slowly moved his right hand from it's resting place on her ass to slide across her hip, his fingers lightly brushing down her thigh. Her skin felt warm and silky under to his touch, as he closed his eyes feeling sleep pulling him back under. He felt her lower body twitch causing his hand to slip more toward the inside of her thigh. Realizing he must have hit a ticklish spot, he stilled for a moment to watch her face. His hand started moving again, inching his way up higher on her inner thigh. He let out a low groan as he felt the lace around the bottom of her panties. Sliding his hand up further, he reached another band of lace as his index finger slid just underneath the top, sliding back and forth across her lower stomach. She let out a small sigh as he continued to stroke her skin, his hand now dipping lower inside her purple and black panties, stopping as he felt the top of the sweetest place he had ever felt. Unable to stop his hand, he slid his middle finger along her slit, closing his eyes as he felt her silky smoothness beneath his finger. Ever so slowly, he continued to stroke her, feeling her become wet at his touch. Looking down at her, he felt himself harden instantly as he pushed his finger inside of her, slowly pulling it out, then pushing back in. He watched as she moved her hand across his chest, her nails gently digging into his skin, her body coming alive at his touch. Unable to stop himself, he added a second finger, feeling her instantly pull herself closer to him as she softly moaned in her sleep. He kept his movements steady, slowly moving in and out of her as his eyes stayed focused on her face. Feeling her slide her leg further up his, he couldn't keep the grin off his face as she unknowingly in her sleep opened herself more to him. Her hand was now moving up his chest and was now on his neck as he continued to please her with his fingers. Another moan from her lips had him now kissing the sensitive spot just under her ear, as she licked her lips in response to his touch. Watching her come undone had him so hard that it was becoming painful. Needing his own release but determined to feel her fall first, he curled the two fingers deep inside of her and felt her tense immediately.

"Happy..." she whispered, her voice horse from sleep, as she held onto him feeling an orgasm race through her body. Still half asleep she barely opened her eyes to find him just above her. She ran her hand across his chest as she continued to feel him touching her.

Hearing her call out his name from a deep sleep was fucking fantastic, proud as fuck to be the reason behind her pleasure, but he wanted more. He wanted to bury himself as deep as he possibly could inside of her. The second he saw those two green eyes open his lips covered hers, slowly kissing her as his fingers continued to stroke her. She could only whimper, her body on overload at the feel of his tongue caressing hers while his hand was bringing on the start of another orgasm. She slid her hands down his back, slipping them both inside his fitted black boxers, as she gripped his firm ass.

Slowing down the kiss, he pulled back just enough to look at her, "Damn woman." he spoke before kissing her thoroughly again then growling as he whispered, "I'm going to rip these off of you." he stated, his hand still working her as he felt her begin to tighten again, his cock now aching to take the place of his fingers.

Looking up at him, she could feel herself melting into him. "Hmmmmm" she softly moaned. "Why don't you just take them off?" she stated as slipped her hand down his boxers, slowly stroking him with one hand while the other started to push them down.

He didn't have to be told twice. Giving her a quick kiss, he pulled back from her, sitting back on his knees. With a quick glance down to her purple and black panties that was covering his hand, his eyes locked back onto hers as he once more rubbed her, watching as she bit her lip and whimpered, before slowly pulling his hand out. Quickly sliding the offending lacy material from his desired destination, his eyes drank her in, as his hands started a path up her tone legs as he settled himself between them. He used his arms to brace himself just above her, feeling as she used her leg to finish pushing his boxers down, taking his own foot to remove them completely. Leaning on his left arm, he slid his right hand between them as he took his cock in his hand, keeping his eyes on hers as he moved himself up and down her core, feeling her arch her body into his.

He was torturing her. Running her hands across his chest, she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him more toward her as she felt him push the tip of his cock inside of her. "More..." she asked before covering his lips with hers, as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. Lightly racking her nails up his back she couldn't help arching her body as she felt him push himself completely inside of her.

"Grrrrrrrrr" he growled as he started thrusting inside of her, alternating his movements between slow, deep thrusts to pulling almost completely out, using his tip to tease her. His own release was on the verge of exploding but he was determined to make her cum again first. Looking down at her beneath him he kissed her deeply as he rotated his hips, finding satisfaction at the feel of her forcefully clamping down around his engorged cock as he felt her body orgasm. Pulling back just enough to see her face, his thrusts increased as he felt his on orgasm build. Keeping her eyes locked onto his, he pushed deep and stilled as he shattered inside of her.

"mmmmmmmm" fell from her lips as she could feel him release inside of her. His head was buried in her neck as they both struggled to catch their breaths. Bracing himself up with his arms on either side of her body, he pulled out just slightly, then pushed back in as deep as he could get as she moaned in response. Shifting his weight to his left arm, he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as he watched her stare back at him.

With him still buried completely inside of her and her hands caressing his lower back, she looked up at him and smiled. "Good morning." she whispered just before his lips covered hers again.

He gently sucked her bottom lip before he pulled back to see her face. "A damn good morning."

"You need anything else?" Helen asked as she cleared his now empty plate.

Hearing her voice snapped him out of his mental replay of their morning activities. "Nah. I'm good. Thanks Helen." he responded smiling at the older woman before she turned and walked away. Throwing some cash on the table to cover his bill and his typical generous tip to his favorite waitress, he slid out of the booth, and headed outside. With his sunglasses in place, he straddled his bike as he hit the throttle. With a smile slowly creeping across his face, "Seriously damn good morning", he said out loud to himself as he pulled away from the diner.

***Oswald Properties***

She had been staring at the same file for the last hour, hating every replay that went through her mind. He was sitting right next to her, his arm draped around her shoulders as she lovingly leaned against him. To anyone walking past, they looked just like any normal couple enjoying a warm Spring day. Christy sat stunned in her car sitting at the stop light just across from them. There was no denying it was him, so she knew her eyes weren't deceiving her. Looking away hoping that when she looked back it wouldn't be who she knew it was, but no luck. He still sat there, now tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as the woman smiled back at him. Taking a deep breath, she verbally reminded herself that what she was witnessing could be an innocent encounter and her mind was just making it into more than it really was. That rationale lasted only about five more seconds as she watched as he leaned over and kissed the woman passionately on her lips, as his hands cupped her face intimately. Shaking her head to bring her back into the present moment at her desk, she felt nauseated at what she had witnessed earlier, and now struggled with whether or not to tell.

"Hey!"

She quickly looked up hearing Olivia walk through the front door. "Hey." she responded back.

"You okay?" asked Olivia sensing her co-worker was stressed.

Composing her thoughts before she spoke, "Yeah, just trying to catch up from being out of the office most of the day. How are you?" she replied hoping to change the subject.

Pulling her long hair over her shoulder, "Good. Just needed to get the charger for my laptop and head home in hopes of finding a suitable outfit to be auctioned off in tomorrow night."

"Oh, that's right!" Christy spoke excitedly noticing Olivia's less than cheery look. "I take it you're not looking forward to this?"

Letting out a sigh, "Probably would enjoy a root canal more." trying not to sound so whiny, but failing miserably. "It's for a good cause though."

"Yeah, it is. Well at least Elliott can suffer through it with you though."

"What?" asked Olivia surprised at what she had just heard.

Tilting her head in confusion, "You don't know?" seeing her co-workers odd look. "Gemma Morrow signed Elliott up earlier today to be auctioned off."

She stood there with her mouth open for at least thirty seconds before she could speak. "Oh my!" herself knowing exactly how pissed off Elliott must have been to find out.

"He wasn't exactly happy about it."

Shaking her head in agreement and understanding, "I bet not."

***T-M***

He walked out of church behind Tig as they both made their way outside for some fresh air. Clay had put both of them on lock down until Chibs and Opie returned from checking out one of Weston's possible hideouts. Being forced to sit and wait was not his strong suit, even if it was ordered by his club president. Checking the time on his phone, he had at least three more hours before he and Tig needed to head out for tonight's run. He could tell by the restless look on his brother's face that he wasn't alone in his annoyance of their current situation. Unable to sit any longer, he stood giving a nod to Tig. "Gonna go hit the bag." as he walked back inside the clubhouse.

He hadn't been downstairs in their make shift gym long before Tig had sent Chucky to get him. Quickly making his way back to the main room, he saw everyone piling inside the now empty clubhouse. He could tell by Chibs' expression that the search had been a bust as they waited on Clay.

With everyone assembled, "Barn's completely empty." spoke with Scot. "Not been used in years." as he looked around the room.

"It's got to be one of the two left." claimed Tig as he ran a hand over his unruly hair. "Completely empty?"

Shaking his head in agreement, "Nothing. Barn was stripped of everything except the four walls." replied Opie as he leaned against the pool table.

After a brief discussion about the next opportunity to trap Weston, everyone turned hearing the clubhouse door open and Tara walk in carrying Abel. Seeing his old lady, Jax made his way over to her. Smiling at the man she had loved since a teenager, "You sure you don't mind watching him?" she questioned.

Extending his arms out to take the growing infant, "No problem at all. You go have fun with Olivia." he responded making faces at his son, giving the doctor a quick kiss on the lips before walking over toward his brothers.

Seeing her two favorite men smiling at each other, "I'll be home later. Bye Bye sweetie!" she said to her son as he looked up at her and grinned. Jax turned his head slightly as she made her way out. Looking back at his son, "Little man, it's guy's night for us."

"Where's she off to?" asked Bobby sitting down with a fresh cup of spiked coffee as the rest of SAMCRO sat around the table.

Settling Able on his lap, "Dinner with Olivia then something about finding clothes or shit for her to wear to the auction." spoke Jax sliding his now empty beer bottle from his son's reach.

"Oh yeah. Forgot the lovely Olivia is on the auction block tomorrow night." commented Chibs giving a small glance toward Happy.

Everyone at the table was doing their best to not stare at the man who could kill each of them with his bare hands, but every single man sitting there wanted to know if he had an opinion about the current topic. None of them knew specifics about what had happened between the two of them other than knowing he hadn't been sleeping at the clubhouse. The Tacoma Killer had been patched into SAMCRO for several years and was still somewhat of a mystery outside of the club. The youngest of the group and unable to control his own curiosity, Juice spoke up. "Think I might have to bid on her tomorrow night."

If the club intel officer thought he could get a reaction from the assassin, he couldn't have been more wrong. Happy sat their completely void of any emotion on his face. Not even the slightest reaction to his brother's obvious baited statement. Two deep chocolate eyes stared back into his as he downed a cold beer silently daring his brother to continue.

Loving to bust the youngster's bubble, "Afraid not, Juicy." spoke Bobby sitting his mug down. "Since Gemma's her sponsor, no one from T-M can bid on her." looking toward Happy who still had no expression on his face.

Chibs and Tig couldn't help but bust out in laughter at seeing Juice realize he couldn't even buy a date with the beauty. Standing up from his chair as he put his hand on the poor guys shoulder, "Juicy, sad to say but no one from SAMCRO will be purchasing the lovely Olivia." responded Bobby walking back to the club office.

***Olivia's Condo***

The two women had finished dinner earlier and were now working on the most important part of the evening. She was wearing option number five as she walked out of her spacious walk-in closet into her bedroom to get an opinion. "What about this?" asked Olivia, slowly turning around so Tara could get a full view of the dress. "Not formal, but dressy enough for an evening event, right?"

She couldn't agree more. "That's the one." she said looking down at the two different shoes she was modeling. "I like the right one."

Letting out a breath in exhaustion, "So thankful that's decided." turning around walking back toward the closet. "I still can't believe I'm going through with this." as her stomach knotted up. "I'm screwed. I don't want to be bid on like some piece of cattle, on one hand, but I'll be totally embarrassed if no one bids on me." she confessed.

Laughing at her friend, "Honey, I highly doubt you'll have to worry about not being bid on."

"You don't know that!"

"Come on Olivia. You actually don't believe that do you?" she sincerely asked watching her best friend fidget with her robe.

Shaking her head in aggravation, "It's pathetic I know, but it could happen. Stop laughing at me!" as she threw a small pillow at the doctor.

Catching the object before it hit her, "Sweetie, I think you'll be okay." placing the pillow back on the bed. "Has Happy said anything about it?" she asked unable to hold the question in any longer.

"Not really." she said placing the decided dress back on the hanger, before looking back at her. "Tara, he's not going to care that I'm going to be auctioned off for a date. I know I don't know him that well, but anyone can see he's not the jealous type." feeling a twinge of uneasiness.

Trying to read her friend's expression was hard when her back was toward her, but Tara continued. "I've never seen him with anyone except..." quickly stopping her comment as Olivia turned to face her.

Looking at her curiously, "Except...?" she questioned unsure she really wanted to hear what Tara was going to say.

Mentally kicking herself, "Except sweetbutts." she stated seeing Olivia shake her head in agreement.

A stronger feeling of uneasiness quickly went through her, "Yet another reason I know I'm just a fling for him." quickly shutting down her mind. "Who knows, maybe I'll be picked by a really great guy tomorrow night." sitting down on the couch. "Tara, I promise you I have no expectations from Happy just like he doesn't expect anything from me."

Smiling back at the woman sitting down from her, Tara couldn't help but feel like her best friend was quite possibly lying to herself.

She remembered about an hour after Tara had left, that her laptop charger was still in her SUV. Making a quick trip down to the parking garage, she opened the passenger door reaching for the charger laying in her front seat. Just as her hand touched the cord, she paused instantly feeling a cold chill run through her body. Not moving an inch, her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings. Find a weapon his voice clear as day in her mind as she pulled a Maglite flashlight from her glove box, gripping it tightly as she looked around the garage. She quietly closed the door, then made her way back to the elevator, thankful the door opened instantly. Reaching the top floor, she carefully checked the hallway as she walked quickly to her condo, her key already in hand to unlock her door. Now securely locked in her home, she stood silently peering out the peep hole to see if anyone walked past. After a few minutes, she let go of the thought that someone was out there, rechecked the locks and walked into her bedroom.

...he now had confirmation of where she lived. Coming out from behind the large utility box, he slowly walked over, running a gloved finger over the passenger door handle. Closing his eyes, he imagined how smooth her body would feel. From his hiding place, he had watched as the elevator went to the top floor. His plan was coming together. He just needed to continue to be patient and focus on what was most important...within a few hours, she would be his.

***The Cigar Box***

"I'm hoping that you have a promising update for me." motioning for the man to sit down.

Now seated, Anthony Weston did indeed have an update for his leader. "Yes sir. Very happy to bring you news of my plan." choosing his words carefully.

Closing his laptop, before sitting back in his leather chair, "You have my attention." as he eyed the man sitting across from him. He still questioned his soldier's loyalty after his recent disappearance that he had yet to account for, but finalizing his master plan took top priority. He would deal with Weston's actions after his bride was safe and secured.