#agent stahl

[charmedtodeath]

These Traps We Fall Into | Robert Stahl/fem character (Part 1)

Summary: Agent Stahl is working on a case investigating corruption in the NYPD when he discovers his asset has more to offer than just intel and evidence. (Third person POV)

TW/CW: stalking, obsession, obsessive behavior, abuse of authority, abuse of power, possessive behavior, inappropriate behavior, general creepiness, age gap

a/n: Hello, fellow Warren Kole enjoyers. I didn’t want this to be Shades of Blue 2.0 so in place of Harlee, the detective character is a man with an unnamed adult daughter. Third person despite being a reader insert because it’s easier to tell the story that way and a lot of people hate first person POV lol. Loosely inspired by an idea sent to @rors-grvs

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Part 2

Special Agent Stahl has never been the type of person to just let things go. Winning and being right are the most important things to him, and he'll stop at almost nothing to get what he wants. He craves control and power, among other things. What he didn't expect during his most recent investigation on corruption in the NYPD was how much he ended up craving her.

Stahl, of course, had profiled her detective father and knew almost everything there was to know about him: where he lived, what kind of car he drove, where he stopped for coffee in the morning, and all about the racketeering and corruption he was about to be arrested for. His daughter, on the other hand, only thought of her dad as a morally upright man who'd sworn to protect and serve, and had no idea about the payoffs he was taking. He was just one of New York's finest. Dear old dad was simply making the community a better place and it showed, according to the improved crime statistics in Brooklyn.

So when her dad suddenly began having to work on more cases than usual and was acting strange, she chalked it up to coincidence. New York City was always a busy place and there's no rest for the wicked. She herself was too swamped to really pry into him and figure out what was going on, and she felt like a bad daughter for not trying harder.

After all, emotionally supporting him was the least she could do while he was letting her stay with him, rent free. Medical school isn't going to be cheap and scholarships and grants won't cover everything. She's been spending nearly all her available time picking up extra ambulance shifts to save as much money as possible in an attempt to avoid drowning in debt later down the road.

As much as she wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a detective like him someday, she took after her mother instead. They had been a stereotypical couple; a cop falling in love with an emergency room nurse. After a couple of kids and a divorce resulting in her younger brother preferring to live with their mom and stepfather, she stayed in NYC with Pops.

Medicine seemed like a more promising career, anyway, with a lower likelihood of getting hurt on the job. On the advice of her pre-med academic advisor, she had picked up a job soon after turning 18 as an EMT for the FDNY to get a taste of emergency medicine. She loved the adrenaline rush and the chance to help people at their worst. Eventually, she was able to complete the steps to become a paramedic the year before finishing her undergrad degree in biology. The acceptance to four different schools soon came along and she'd be starting at NYU this coming fall. She loved the energy of the city and didn't want to give it up for more rural locations. There was simply no better place to live and breathe the intensities of emergency care.

All in all, it was really the perfect situation- she got to move back in with her father and save thousands on rent, work was close by, and it would still be a few months before she had to start commuting to Manhattan for school. That being said, things had changed by the end of May. Her dad was suddenly working insane hours and she'd usually end up eating dinner alone, sometimes not running into him again until the following morning. Seeing him abruptly run down and anxious sparked her worry and she decided to catch him at breakfast to investigate after a week of his strange behavior.

"Is everything okay at work, Dad? I haven't seen you around much this week."

"Oh, there's no need to worry about me, kid. Just have a lot going on with an extra heavy caseload, that's all." It wasn't unrealistic for him to have a thick stack of case files to get through, but it had been relatively quiet in Brooklyn for the past few months. The uptick in activity has been worrying her.

"If you say so. Just so you know, I'm gonna be back super late tonight. Running a double today."

"Don't hurt yourself working too hard. I love you."

"Love you, too. Maybe you should take your own advice, though. I'll see you later." Without another word, she slides on her work boots before leaving the apartment, and she swears she hears him sigh in relief once she's halfway through the door.

It seems like everyone in Brooklyn decided that today was the day they absolutely needed to go to the hospital. There were nonstop ambulance runs all morning and afternoon, and she and her partner barely had time to go back to their base location in between runs. So much for catching up on podcast episodes.

By the time she gets back home, it is well after midnight and all she wants to do is shower off the sweat and grime before collapsing in bed. Luckily, she's on second shift next so she would be able to sleep in. If she had been more awake and alert, maybe she'd have noticed the contents of her dresser being slightly askew, or her hair brush a few centimeters to the left of its usual spot. Her father had taught her to always be alert and observant, but pure exhaustion made her overlook the fine details.

In fact, she had become so hyperfocused on work and training a new EMT for the past few days that she had failed to notice she was being tailed. Nobody would have questioned a man in a suit with a badge at the scene of a shooting. If she had seen him, she would have assumed he was just another detective milling about while she treated victims and sent away anyone who needed to be transported to the hospital. The following day, she paid no attention to the same man watching her in the freezer section of the grocery store on her way home.

She had learned to be vigilant about more traditional threats in the city- people walking a little too closely behind her at night, creepy onlookers who were overly fascinated by female paramedics and tried to flirt while she was working, or intoxicated patients that harassed and tried to hurt her in the back of the ambulance. These kinds of threats felt more real because she could see, hear, and sometimes smell them.

All the years of training and learning to defend her personal space and emotional boundaries were worth nothing compared to someone who picked apart people for a living. Her father and his Street Crimes Unit had been under surveillance for weeks before he was ever arrested, and she was simply an afterthought to most people working on the case. Daughter, age 23, lives with surveillance subject in Brooklyn is what they'd note about her before moving on to the next part of the profile. Robert Stahl is not most people.

At first, he was only interested in taking down her father's corrupt lieutenant and trying to link him directly to the laundered payoff money. But as soon as Stahl laid eyes on her, he knew this detective was the one he'd be picking up and offering an immunity deal to in exchange for becoming an FBI informant. Her dad was very careful to hide all of this from her, not wanting to add any more undue stress in her life when she was about to start medical school. Stahl was careful to hide his tracks as well, making sure she didn't spot him while he was watching her and not stealing anything each time he broke into their apartment. He would look, he would touch, but he wouldn't take.

She had become a personal project to him, a bonus that came along while he was working on a real investigation. It took only weeks for his obsession to grow and fester into something so powerful that he swore he'd do anything to protect her. If her father didn't hold up his end of the bargain and ended up in prison, Stahl would ensure she was taken care of. He could give her a better home and a better life than her father was capable of.

When things began to fall apart for the detective and he was spending more and more time away from home, Stahl was able to sneak into their apartment as often as he wanted. With a GPS tracker carefully hidden in the thick sole of her work boots and location tracking on her dad's phone, he didn't have to worry about either of them showing up at home unexpectedly. He was free to invade her space, touching her clothes and imagining her wearing outfits for him, laying in her bed and picturing her there with him. He was fully hooked and didn't want anything getting in his way. He'd be damned before he let another man take her away from him.

Stahl quickly began manipulating her environment to get what he wanted, jealousy getting the better of him. The little things bothered him the most. Firefighters talking to her and making her laugh, male partners on her ambulance, and any other man that got a little too close for Stahl's comfort when he was watching her.

All of this, and she had no idea he was there in the background every step of the way. She didn't have that feeling of being watched. There was no presence in every room she went into, or an inkling that she was being followed down the street. Stahl was too careful for that, so he intervened in invisible ways.

She often stops at a convenience store near the EMS station to pick up snacks and drinks, and it was clear one of the clerks had taken a liking to her. Most of the time she'd be in and out in less than five minutes, sometimes by herself and others with her partner. Either way, Stahl didn't like the way this young man looked at her.

"Getting the usual again, I see." She places the energy drink and peanut M&Ms on the counter, pulling out her credit card to pay as her trainee waits by the door, flipping through a magazine and sipping his own energy drink.

"Any small treat on a busy day is worth it. Probably shouldn't be drinking this crap, though."

The clerk takes the opportunity to shoot his shot with her, and clears his throat before making a move, "I know you come in here all the time and that you're really busy, but if you want to let off some steam, there's some pretty good parties in Flatbush on weekends. Let me know if you ever feel like hanging out. Don't bring the ambulance, though." Seeing that cute little laugh through the windows is enough to make Stahl furious.

To rectify the situation, he takes out his phone and places a fake 911 call for an old woman having chest pain in the vicinity of the convenience store, knowing the call will almost certainly be sent to her unit. He smiles to himself when he sees her talking into the radio. Once she comes outside again, he can finally hear that sweet voice.

"10-4, ALS unit responding," she tells the dispatcher. "Come on, Probie. Let's see how you do with this one."

Stahl watches as she hops in the back of the ambulance while the trainee rides up front with her partner, flipping on the lights and siren before pulling away from the curb. He follows far behind, not worried about losing them since he already knows where they're headed. It's too bad he can't follow her around for longer today. After all, there's still a real investigation to work on and he has to meet with his asset. He wants to hate her father to the core, but this angel was created by the man he so desperately wants out of the picture and he has to be somewhat thankful for her existence.

Following another attempt of getting her father to wear a wire to collect a scrap of indictable evidence, Stahl waits in his car to listen in on the conversation while scrolling through all his pictures and videos of her. He touches the screen in an attempt to stroke her soft skin, his imagination working on overdrive to think of what it would be like to touch her. It would be so easy for him to sneak into her room later while she's sleeping and play with the loose strands of hair splayed across the pillow or sweep his fingers over those strong legs she keeps hiding from him under her cargo pants. But no, he wants her to want him first. He needs to hear her say it.

#robert stahl #robert stahl shades of blue #agent stahl #robert stahl x reader #shades of blue fanfic #warren kole characters

[thepropagandists]

Goodness Gracious Me! Warren Kole's Kisses are to die for 💋.

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[abbatoirablaze]

TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 20

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings:  gun violence, mention of terrorists/IRA, character death, aggression, violence, punching/slapping, angst, PTSD, manipulation, framing someone for murder, mention of an assault

Stahl’s POV

"Your cell's ringing," I said, banging on the door. I could hear some scrambling behind the bathroom door, “might want to get that.”

"I'm coming."

The door opened and I nodded towards the cell phone, "go."

"Hello?" he asked, receiving the call, "da, where the hell-"

He listened intently for a moment before hanging up.

"We didn't get a trace." Jones said, manning the computer. I looked at Eddie.

"He wants to meet at the wharf," he sighed, “have to go.”

I nodded towards the door this time, "let's go then. Move."

We loaded up and went to the wharf. He seemed extremely nervous. Wouldn't talk to me. I looked out the window, seeing if I could spot Eddie's dad anywhere near us. No such luck. The wharf was empty, but he made his way down to one of the docks, overlooking the whole marina.

"Watch him," I said to Jones, "keep an eye out for anyone in coming in."

He nodded. We waited about twenty minutes before Eddie made his way to the box that housed the burner. There was no way we could track him without a number.

"He's gonna throw it," I said to another agent, "go. Grab the phone."

They left the office and ran down the dock. By the time they'd gotten there, he threw it into the water.

Damn it.

I walked out to meet them. They were already bringing Eddie back up by his arm, "you really screwed the pooch on that one...Jones, get the car."

He was quiet until Jones and the other agent walked away. Then he started saying that I needed to clear the street so that his dad would come to the house. I knew it was a trap though. Daddy had told him to separate and kill us to prove to the Irish that he was a real boy for the cause.

I let him think he was in control of the situation and agreed. Told Jones and the other agents that we didn't want a $20 scanner from RadioShack blowing our mission.

We took Eddie back to the safehouse, and I started making him tea. The other agents had stayed outside a few blocks away, and we were maintaining radio silence.

"Take milk?"

"I think I might be sick." he muttered, leaning out of his seat.

"Go"

He went to the bathroom. I sighed. This was gonna be it. Time to see if baby boy had the balls to go through with it.

He came out, holding the gun at his side.

"What are you gonna do with that?"

"Box you put me in," he shuddered, "Give me no choice."

He lifted the gun, but he was shaking like a leaf. I started taking some steps to him and put my hand over the gun.

"Sh sh shh," I cooed, taking the gun from him, "put that gun down."

He let me take it away, but I smiled, and aimed it at him, pulling the trigger. It released two blanks, and he screamed in horror, trying to cover himself.

"JESUS!"

"Blanks," I laughed, "We knew the gun was there. Knew about the cell phones at the wharf. Been one step head the whole time Eddie."

He sat down. A look of horror crossed his face as he realized that there was no way out.

"And now," I said, finishing off the idea, "I'm gonna send daddy a text from your phone. Telling him that I am dead and that it's safe to come around and pick you up."

"Why'd you let me take it this far?" he asked, looking at me, "you could have just told me...sent the text."

"I was curious," I laughed, "Wanted to see if you had the balls. But you don't. I guess da raised a little Irish pussy."

He punched me right in the cunt and began running. I tried to ignore the pain in my crotch as I reached for my gun. I shot him twice in the back. He fell into the next room.

Shit.

"Shit."

I walked over and leaned down to try and get his pulse. It was faint, for the slightest second, then disappeared entirely. The blood began to seep into the floor.

"AGENT STAHL," Jones said, calling from the walkie, "We heard shots over the wire. Give us a status update. Over."

I stood, looking at Eddie, then out into the kitchen where the walkie was. I got up and made my way over to it, not entirely sure what to say. I couldn't say the truth.

Then the mission would be blown.

My career would be over.

I sat down and grabbed the walkie, "Those were the blanks...I guess old Edmond here had the nerve after all. I sent a message to Cameron. I don't want to spook him. So, keep the roads clear, and engage in radio silence. I don't want a scanner or a $20 R.F detector taking this operation."

God damn it.

I need a fucking miracle.

Gemma’s POV

We'd been stuck with Half Sack the whole day. Tara, Alicia, Abel, and myself were running errands in Tara's car, stocking up on shit for the clubhouse. Mikey was at Jax's house cleaning it up with Mandy.

"Mom, come look at this produce," Alicia said from outside the store. I walked out, and she began loading up a bag to take in. I propped the trunk open for when Sack and Tara would come out with the groceries.

"You better hurry up," I laughed, "they're getting rung up right now."

She laughed and ran in with a bunch of produce. When I looked up the street, I noticed a car with a sticker on the rear. It was for Zobelle's cigar shop.

I felt my blood turn to ice. I stepped onto the sidewalk and that's when I saw that little bitch. The one that had tricked me into her van.

Tara came out and began to load Abel into the car, "Gemma you okay?"

Sack walked out with a bunch of groceries which he and Alicia loaded into the car, but I couldn't pry my eyes off the blonde down the street.

"That fucking bitch."

"Gem?"

I looked at Tara and walked towards her as she closed the trunk, "Gimme those...I'm driving."

"Okay?"

Alicia and Tara got in the car, and when I didn't start it, I could see both women's eyes scanning the street.

"What's wrong mom?"

"That blonde," Tara said, "she's the one you chased. Who is she Gemma?"

"Zobelle's daughter," I said, choking back the emotions, "she's the one who told me her baby was choking...hit me over the head..."

"Jesus."

"Where are we going?" Tara asked.

"Forward sweetheart." I said, starting the car. I followed Zobelle's daughter to a shitty little neighborhood in Galt. I parked a street over and watched her go into a yard.

"That rape would've destroyed most women," Tara said, after a moment of silence, "but it made you stronger...wiser...compassionate...and whatever it is you think you have to do, you're past it."

I shook my head, "my son...my husband...their brothers—they're out there risking their lives...their freedom for me. This is how I do my part...for myself...for my baby that they've hurt. God's put her in my path so that I can fix the part of me and Mandy they ripped open."

"Mom."

I looked back at Alicia, "Understand this baby, if they'd done to you and Mikayla, what they did to me and your sister, I know you would do the same thing...I have to do this."

"Jesus, Gemma," Tara growled in a disgusted tone, "do you even hear what you're saying?"

"Get my grandbaby home safe," I sighed. I reached back and touched Alicia's cheek, then Tara's, "I love you babies. I'm glad you are in my life. And I'm glad you are with my boy."

"Gemma please don't do this!"

"Mom, you don't hav-"

"Be careful," I said, cutting Alicia off, "I'll be okay."

I got out of the car and started heading down the street to where I'd seen Zobelle's daughter go.

"Put the gun down," I said as I pushed my way through the front door. Zobelle's daughter turned to see me. She looked upset.

"You're the one that killed him."

"Turn around," I demanded. I kicked the door shut and raised my gun, "I said turn around."

She turned around quickly, but it went in slow motion as I saw her lifting her gun. I squeezed the trigger and unloaded a bullet into her chest. She fell to the kitchen floor. I took a few more steps into the room, just to make sure she was dead. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw she wasn't breathing. Leaning back, I saw Haye's son's corpse.

Stahl came out and I sighed, "bloody day for both of us."

She held her gun up at me, "push the gun to the floor."

I rolled my eyes and pushed it off the couch. Stahl reached for Polly's gun then stood in front of me.

"Was she involved in the rape?"

I looked away from her.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

I looked back up at her, a brow raised, "and now what happens?"

She sat down in a chair diagonal from me, "go...I'll give you some time to slip away."

"Why would you do that?" "At least you can see your family before we pick you up. But head out back," she said, "Avoid my guys in the front. I'm giving you a chance."

I didn't know exactly what to do. This felt off.

"Go!" she demanded. I got up. When I reached the door, she yelled at me.

"HEY!"

I turned and caught it.

I looked in my hands.

Fuck.

That tricky bitch.

"What are you doing?"

She picked her gun back up and pointed it at me, "You need to put the gun down."

"Huh," I chuckled, "goddamn. You are a smart bitch."

"Clock's ticking darling," she smirked, “better get going.”

I shook my head and ran out the back door. As I bolted, I made sure to run the opposite way from where I came. I didn't need to drag the prospect down with me. I needed someone I could trust. I needed someone to help me disappear.

I could hear tires squealing. I ran harder.

I ran until I reached the Indian's reservation. At a gas station about a quarter mile away from the edge of town I found a phone. I called him up. He said he'd be there in a few.

Ten minutes later I was getting into a cop cruiser.

I didn't say a damn word as I got in.  Wayne looked at me, "we gotta get out of Charming, Gemma." 

"I know, Wayne." 

He nodded and we made our way out of town.  As we passed the sign for Charming his eyes met mine, "where are we going, Gemma?" 

"I don't know Wayne," I sighed, "Keep going forward." 

Chapter 21

Tag List:  @lohnes16 @evyiione

#sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #teller morrow #teller morrow tragedy #soa #soa gemma #gemma teller #agent stahl #june stahl #motorcycle clubs #motorcycle #wayne unser #mc #charming

[kitty-mactabbysh]

*Resurrects out of nowhere*

Right, so... while I wait for my COD hype to come back I decided to try my hand a little at editing, and I'm posting some I really liked.

I've no idea how good they are though because edits ain't my thing and I don't seek them out, but I love it when people send them to me ♡

Okay so... I have one for Shades of Blue and another for The Following right here (to all three fans of this show out there, hi 🎀).

Why am I so nervous lol

#no cod #i am so sorry #also no phillip graves #instead we've got #shades of blue #robert stahl #yay my favorite sociopath #special agent stahl the man that you are #i call him stahlker #for obvious reasons #anyway #warren kole #edits #i got capcut yayyy #i kinda miss shades of blue #there's barely any blue color in this show tho massive l #there are lots of red

[reaperseal-archive]

need to break out the 3DS and obsessively play fe:a again because i just remembered stahl exists

#idk what caused me to be triggered like a sleeper agent #this game was all i talked about for a year and i completely forgot lmao #stahl my beloved….. #txt

[tumbleweed-writes]

Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Twelve

TAG LIST: @youngadult9016  @mrsfilipchibstelford @mamawiggers1980 @ravennaortiz @liveinsteadofdreaming @redwoodmaya

PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE

18+ Only. Crude sexual language.

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Chapter Twelve: Lamb

The door to the deputy sheriff’s office in Charming’s local P.D., was yanked open so hard that it could almost be considered a miracle it did not fracture the drywall against the doorknob as it slammed against the wall.

Deputy David Hale stared down at Agent June Stahl, his eyes dark and narrow the words flying from his lips. “You had my guys pull records on Tara Knowles and Y/N Y/L/N?”

Stahl gazed up at the infuriated deputy, her voice calm and cool showing no regard for his anger, she not even caring enough to address the question. “Did you enjoy your lunch break?”

Hale glared down at the ATF agent spotting the files spread out across the desk, his stomach turning at the clear sight of old mugshots featuring both Tara and Y/N along with police reports.

He didn’t understand what angle Stahl was working here. If she was interested in ol ladies then surely Gemma Teller Morrow would be a better choice. 

Tara and Y/N weren’t exactly on the same level as the Queen of SAMCRO. What could they possibly provide Stahl to build a RICO case against SAMCRO?

Both Tara and Y/N having questionable taste in romantic partners didn’t exactly mean they were involved in gun running. 

Deputy Hale slammed the door shut behind him not wanting any nearby ears to pick up on the conversation he was about to have with Stahl. He knew he’d already attracted a few gazes from both ATF agents and his fellow department coworkers by bursting in here clearly pissed off. 

He spoke his voice harsh, as he glared down at her, the agent looking all too comfortable sitting at his desk. “They have nothing to do with this investigation.”

“Oh, David. How willfully naive. They have so much to do with this investigation. You aren’t seeing the possibility behind these two.” Stahl remarked an amused smirk crossing her lips at how worked up the good deputy seemed to be over the mention of these two women.

It seemed that she had struck a nerve in him, and she was unable to avoid the temptation to strike again.

Hale let out a scoff at the comment addressing his first concern. “Tara Knowles left Charming and SAMCRO behind. She might have had a wild past, but she’s cleaned up her act. She went out to Chicago and got a medical degree. She’s not opening beers for outlaws anymore.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not entirely true. All these photos Agent Kohn provided seem to indicate that Dr. Knowles is starting to get a little close and personal with one very patched in Jackson Teller. Those two have a history judging by these police reports. Arrests in the nineties for public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and possession of stolen property, all in the company of one Jackson Teller.”

“They dated back when we were teenagers. We all did stupid things as teens. She left town at nineteen and left Teller and the MC behind. She’s been gone for over a decade now. She only came back because her dad died and she got a job opportunity out here.” Hale snapped Agent Stahl rolling her eyes at the comment.

“She was out in Chicago, David. She was top of the class from the looks of it. Brilliant young woman with the accolades to back it up, just how many job opportunities must those brains and accomplishments have brought in for her? With her background she could take a job anywhere in the country at any hospital of her choice. Why’d she pick Charming? I can’t imagine it's just homesickness that led her back here. She could have stayed out in Chicago and made a hell of a lot more money than Saint Thomas is probably offering her. Why pick Saint Thomas and Charming? I think we both are well aware of Agent Kohn’s real reason for coming out to Charming. Agent Kohn is one sick puppy and I can’t imagine Tara was too keen on sticking around up in Chicago with him hanging around. Tara’s ex boyfriend becomes her stalker and she comes back to a town where her first love has a dangerous reputation. You don’t think that’s a little convenient? '' Stahl pointed out Hale gritting his jaw unwilling to admit that the answer to just why she’d come back home lay in Jax Teller.

He spoke, still refusing to admit that Tara could possibly have any possible information to build a RICO case. “I’m sure Jackson Teller’s boy being premature has made Tara and he take some walks down memory lane, but Tara is no ol lady. She’s not getting any pillow talk about gun running from anyone in SAMCRO. Agent Kohn has been taken care of. He’s heading back to Chicago to answer to his superiors. Tara Knowles isn’t looking to seek protection from Teller.”

Stahl raised a brow at the comments, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. “That may be the case, but you do have to be a little curious about the similarities between Dr. Knowles and Miss. Y/L/N. Both young women with troubled criminally prone backgrounds who left town only to come back after losing their fathers. Both women have been seen in the company of at least one patched in member of SAMCRO. In fact, both women share some similarities in their rap sheets. Looks like they have both been arrested in the company of one Jackson Teller. I do have to wonder if Dr. Knowles knows that Jax found a new Bonnie to his Clyde in her absence.”

Hale let out a huff at this, his voice holding an edge of irritation as he glared down at Stahl. “Y/N had some difficult years in her late teens and early twenties. Jackson and she shared a bond given her brother’s accident.”

“Yes, Daniel Y/L/N. It’s a shame what happened to him. Miss. Y/L/N dutifully pays those institutionalization bills to keep him cared for.  Looks like he wasn’t on the best path though. He ran around with Harry Opie Winston and Jackson Teller from what I’m gathering from Daniel’s police record. Looks like his first few arrests weren’t anything too grand, arrests in his late teens for possession of marijuana…not enough to get him more than a fine…some drunk and disorderlies around the same time. He was arrested with both Winston and Teller for a drunken brawl out at the Hairy Dog back when he was twenty one. The arresting officer commented that Mr. Y/L/N seemed elated by the violence. Judging by the black eye and the grin on his face in this mugshot, he was in his element. Strange how he never prospected for the MC. Looks like he was as thick as thieves with Teller and Winston before the accident.”

“His father kept him on a tight leash. After that arrest at twenty one he gave him an ultimatum, some tough love to get him on the right path. From my understanding he told him to get his shit together and enroll in community college or lose access to Y/N. His father didn’t want him leading her down that path. Daniel loved his little sister dearly. She worshiped Daniel and their father knew she’d follow him anywhere. His accident was heartbreaking for her. He may as well have died with as hard as she took it. He was more than a brother to her. I'm sure she viewed Daniel as being her best friend.” Hale explained shifting in place his stomach turning at the mention of a young man he’d once considered a friend before Daniel started going down a bad path with Opie and Jax.

“Looks like the ultimatum was in vain. Daniel Y/L/N has his motorcycle accident and that same year Y/N gets arrested in the company of Jackson Teller. She got busted for public intoxication. Scandalous considering she was all of eighteen and Mr. Teller was about twenty three, a little too old to be sniffing around her, but we both know the MC isn't filled morally upstanding guys. Her being barely out of being considered jailbait must have been thrilling for the boys at SAMCRO.” Stahl provided proudly displaying the mugshot.

Hale gazed down at the mugshot of an eighteen year old Y/N, her face still holding baby fat, her hair a faded pink that had gone a peachy tone, a dazed look in her eyes; she was clearly under the influence. He could spot chipped black nail polish on her fingers and a silver stud in her left nostril. The tank top she wore was far too low cut revealing the red lace of a bra. The slight smirk on her red painted lips showed that she felt little shame for her very first arrest.

Stahl spoke again providing more information about Y/N’s arrest record. “She continued to become a frequent flier in your jail cells. Looks like she got picked up a few more times at eighteen and nineteen, drunk and disorderly, driving under the influence, driving under the influence on a suspended license, possession of the tiniest amount of pot which wasn't enough to be an issue if she wasn’t clearly drunk, an arrest for shoplifting a pack of cigarettes and a candy bar where the arresting officer noted she seemed intoxicated. You picked her up more than once for some of these arrests…that must have been awkward for you both. Looks like she got a few slaps on the wrist, some fines, and some court ordered community service along with a few alcohol education courses. Didn’t seem to faze her though as the arrests continued…gotta love a small town police department. Most of this crap would have landed her doing some real time anywhere but Charming.”

“Sheriff Unser respected her father…everyone respected her father for the good he did for the community; caring for the deceased. He was a beloved figure around Charming. People saw him as personable and caring for the bereaved and diligent about caring for the dead. He had a reputation for being charitable to those who couldn’t always afford to bury their dead…made him even more adored around town. People felt sorry for him after Daniel’s accident…people around town felt awful for the man losing his son and having a daughter who wasn’t coping well. Lloyd Y/L/N advocated for his daughter to stay out of the system…Unser felt bad given what happened with Daniel, didn’t want Lloyd to lose another kid…The judge who ordered the community service and alcohol awareness courses felt the same way given Unser’s appeals to give Y/N opportunities to get her life on the right track. I don’t know how he kept her out of any real jail time or any harsher punishments…Unser’s a slick son of a bitch. I’m sure some money passed between Lloyd Y/L/N’s palm and the judge’s at least once. Lloyd Y/L/N was morally upstanding, but when it came to his little girl…he was willing and desperate enough to break his morals…especially given the situation with his son. He couldn't bear to lose Y/N too.” Hale provided, gritting his jaw at the thought of Unser.

Stahl shook her head. “Guess it’s good to be friends with Unser. Looks like Unser’s appeals kept her out of too much trouble, but she didn’t get her life on the right track. There’s a few more arrests here at nineteen. This one is interesting; an arrest in the company of one Alexander Tig Trager and one Robert Bobby Elvis Munson at a truck stop right on the edge of Charming city limits. Looks like she was about to turn nineteen and all three were clearly very under the influence. Trager was driving erratically and the officer noted that Y/N was so intoxicated that she fell out of the passengers door when the officer opened it. Local PD couldn’t prove that either man had provided the alcohol for Miss. Y/L/N, so Trager and Munson didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist for being in the company of an intoxicated minor. You do have to admit it's troubling a girl her age was hanging out with two men that age. Rumors around town are that Miss. Y/L/N was a regular at SAMCRO’s clubhouse. Looks like she was a…croweater? Isn’t that the term the Sons use for the club whores?”

The comment made Hale see red, the man speaking his voice harsh. “She kept bad company back then, but she was not playing the croweater game. She was not spreading her legs for every single guy in a kutte.” 

Stahl smirked at the comment, quickly addressing it. “Sounds like I struck a nerve there, David. You’re getting a little defensive about Miss. Y/L/N’s promiscuous past? One might think you’re sweet on her.”

She smirked all the more as she spotted the way Hale tensed all the more at the comment. She spotted a flash of indignation in the man’s eyes at the implication that Y/N was a club tart. “You arrested her a few times back then, David? That must have been frustrating for you in more ways than one. I bet you wanted to place her in handcuffs in much different circumstances.”

Hale scoffed at this comment shaking his head, his voice tense he refusing to address the innuendo about handcuffs and Y/N the thought making him a little hot under the collar. “I was close with her brother when we were kids. Having to arrest Y/N was not something I found enjoyable.”

Stahl sighed, backing off the teasing as she pulled out another mugshot. “Looks like she was around nineteen and twenty when things got a little disturbing for Miss Y/L/N. Her partner in crime shifted from Jackson and a few members of SAMCRO and to one Nathaniel Gunner Papadopoulos. Nathaniel or Gunner as he goes by is a Son. Looks like he was a nomad at the time, but nowadays he’s fully patched into the Tacoma charter of the Sons. The first arrests with him follow the same path; public intoxication and drunk and disorderly…then things get dark. There were a few calls out to bars around town where the two had some verbal altercations, there were no arrests for these as they vacated the premises and that satisfied the bar owners. Then there was an arrest outside a gas station for being disorderly in public…Y/N is about nineteen here and Gunner is about twenty six…looks like they got into a verbal altercation once again and Mr. Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N…he was arrested. She was taken in after she tried to argue with the arresting officer and interfere with the arrest of Mr. Papadopoulos. It seems she was frustrated that he was being arrested as she did not want to press charges for the physical assault on her. That was the first arrest for an altercation between the pair where things got physical. Looks like one of the final arrests we have of the pair involved an altercation the two had outside of a diner when Miss. Y/L/N was twenty. You were one of the responding officers from what I see”.

Hale shifted in place, his jaw clenching so tight he looked as though he might crack a tooth. He cringed as Stahl continued. “Chances are you must remember the arrest, but I can refresh your memory. From the police record it looks as though Mr. Popadopoulos and Miss. Y/L/N were under the influence and having a lovers spat in the parking lot of the diner, over the waitress getting a little too friendly with Mr. Papadopoulos, when Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N. She reacted by hitting him back and it devolved into a full on physical altercation. Looks like she got him pretty good judging by the scratch marks across his face and the bruises he’s sporting. He seems to have gotten her better though given the split lip. The arresting officer who you were with noted past bruises on Miss. Y/L/N and indicated suspicion of domestic violence, but Miss. Y/L/N seemed to brush questions about it off as evidence of rough sexual encounters between Mr. Papadopoulos and her. You noted in your notes on the arrest that you tried to urge Miss. Y/L/N to press charges against Mr. Papadopoulos as her reaction could be written off as self defense..but she was not interested. The two spent the night in jail and one of the Sons, looks like one of Gunner's fellow nomads that was visiting the mother charter, bailed Gunner out the next morning…Gunner then bailed Miss. Y/L/N out…how romantic. The mugshots are not pretty”

Hale let out a heavy breath, his body filled with tension as he gazed down at the mugshot in question. Y/N looked far less proud of herself in this photo. Her right eye was swollen, the hint of a black eye starting to develop. Her lip was split courtesy of one of Gunner’s silver chunky biker rings. She was dressed in another tight tank top and it did little to hide the bruises across her skin, some markings old and some quite recent. Her eyes held an almost empty sense to them as though she was running on autopilot most of the time but disconnected from her surroundings. Her body seemed too thin and it felt as though it was from more than aging. He suspected drug use though he could not place the drug in question without testing her. Her hair had faded back to its natural tone and the nose piercing was gone. She was scowling at the camera clearly filled with rage.

Hale spoke the words leaving him before he could stop them  “I tried to get her to press charges against the bastard. I tried to convince her that he was taking her down a bad path. He had her under some kind of spell or something I don’t know…She left town a few months after that last arrest. Rumors around town said that she was seen using a phone booth near main street looking worse for wear. Her father picked her up and got her out of town.”

Hale took a deep breath, his words harsh he tearing his eyes from the mugshot. “Y/N’s past has no bearing on anything. She has straightened herself out. She’s taken over her father’s business and has stayed on the straightened arrow. She’s grown up.”

“Maybe so…those empty graves that were found back in the cemetery months ago do seem fishy though…given the bodies that disappeared from the Sons warehouse right around the time those bodies from the empty graves were found out in Lodi. Those empty graves were filled by Miss. Y/L/N’s funeral home. Lodi cops seem to have lost steam for the case…and they were satisfied with Miss. Y/L/N’s statements about the incident. Does seem interesting that she comes back to town and just so happens to get involved with a member of SAMCRO right around the time that this whole grave robbing and disappearing bodies situation happens. How convenient for SAMCRO.”

Hale cleared his throat knowing he had his own suspicions about Y/N’s involvement, but he could admit he was choosing to live in denial over the reality of the situation.

He would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t think of Y/N and didn’t feel some sense of fondness for her.

In some way he still remembered her as the talkative little girl who followed her brother and he around when they were kids.

He thought of her as the lonely child who according to his younger sister never could fit in with their peers.

He'd always felt a sense of care for Y/N none the less. He could remember her being vibrant and brave. She was at times a little too fierce and so unapologetic that it bordered on being rude. He could remember finding the quality somewhat admirable though; her willingness to be so brazen.

As she’d grown she’d seemed determined to follow her brother’s path in the company she kept. Hale had been displeased by her rebellion. He had hoped that her brother's accident would scare her straight but it seemed to push her into a life of chaos. She'd clung to the men who her brother had once run amuck with.

Jackson Teller had seemed willing to take Y/N under his wing and lead her to destruction.

Hale would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t feel slightly disturbed as he stood aside and watched Y/N grow into an attractive young woman who seemed to be all too comfortable around the local outlaw MC. He’d maybe gone out of his way back then to try to coax her into understanding that she was down a bad path. He'd been a rookie cop back then and had been all too aware of Y/N's bad behavior. He'd tried to reason with her using his past friendship with her brother to coax her into getting on the right path. When Gunner had gotten involved with her that coaxing had increased but Y/N had practically spit in Hale’s face at his attempts to rescue her from her situation.

He’d been grateful when she'd left town. He'd hoped that she was getting her head on straight. When she came back to town Hale had hopes that she’d grown up in her time away. He’d been relieved when it seemed she’d turned over a new leaf.

Hale could admit that he'd been hopeful that she was done with bad boys in kuttes.

He could also admit that he'd felt a sense of attraction for the young woman who had returned to run her father's funeral home. She seemed a far cry from the angry young woman who used to run around with the MC.

He had been stunned to realize that he no longer viewed her as his old childhood friend's rebellious baby sister. She had grown into an elegant young woman who was dedicated to a respectful career.

He had hopes that perhaps her taste in men had matured as well along with the more sophisticated appearance she'd adopted.

He’d maybe even tried to ask her to dinner or coffee once or twice but she’d rejected the offers. He’d told himself not to take offense to her rejection. He'd decided that perhaps Y/N was going through a difficult time, losing her father and being back in a town she probably was not thrilled to be in.

He had told himself to bide his time and be patient. He had hopes that perhaps she would settle into town and then maybe be more inclined to give him at least one date.

He had hopes that perhaps he could shoot his shot with her again, but had his hopes dashed when she clearly became involved with SAMCRO once again. 

When he’d realized she’d chosen Filip Chibs Telford of all men, Hale had been disgusted. The older Scotsman seemed so wrong for her, and she seemed blind to this fact.

It was kind of insulting realizing she'd turned Hale down and chosen Chibs Telford. Though, Hale had a feeling he'd be insulted if she'd chosen any Son after rejecting him more than once.

It was as though Stahl could read his mind because she spoke all too giddy to pull out another file from the stack. “It seems Miss. Y/L/N still favors a bad boy in a kutte and she still likes her men older. Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man. He has past rumored ties to the True IRA. He’s been arrested a few times in Belfast, but nothing could ever stick. His wife though…he’s still very much married by the way…is True IRA Royalty. Fiona Larkin is third generation True IRA. She got Telford involved in the cause. They were childhood sweethearts from what I know. The two were living as a married couple for a few years before they had their daughter. They have one child, Kerrianne Larkin Telford. She’s about twelve going on thirteen. Looks like they were a happy little family of terrorists for a few years at least. That changed most likely when one Jimmy O’Phalen rose up in the ranks of the cause. Looks like Jimmy O’ didn’t seem to be a fan of Telford. Rumors have it that O’Phalen scarred Telford’s cheeks and took his family as his own…banished Telford from the cause and Ireland. Telford fell in with SAMBEL…guess he didn’t take the threat to get out of Belfast too seriously though it looks like he only remained in Ireland with SAMBEL for a couple of years…he patched over to SAMCRO right around the Spring of 2000. He rolled into town a few months after Miss. Y/L/N left town…can you imagine if he’d made it stateside a few months before she left…the pair would have found each other sooner. Either way it looks like the pair found each other. I spotted them out and about the other day and by the look of affection I spotted him giving her, I would guess Y/N has been given ol lady status by Telford. She doesn't appear to be sporting the crow ink some of the other ol ladies are, but all the same...the looks he was giving her screamed love…do have to wonder if she knows he’s married.”

She paused watching Hale’s jaw tense a smirk crossing her lips before she spoke again. “She knows how to pick them doesn't she? I bet Telford gives Y/N all sorts of juicy bits of pillow talk…sweet little tight thing like her must make him all relaxed and satisfied enough to get those lips moving. Pussy gets men talking; especially trusted pussy that they love. Judging by the looks Telford gives her around town; he’s dedicated. Given his traumatic past and his appearance, I bet it wasn’t hard to get him dedicated. I have a feeling that Y/N doesn’t have to do much to get him talking. Bet she only has to suck him off to get all sorts of information out of him.”

“She’s not going to say a word, if she is an ol lady, she’s been given the orders on how to handle questions about the club. Even if Chibs is giving her details she won’t betray him.” Hale snapped trying to push thoughts of Y/N and Chibs doing anything slightly sexual from his head, the thought feeling him with both disgust and envy of what the Scotsman managed to have with Y/N.

Stahl shrugged her shoulders as she spoke. “Even if she doesn’t know he’s still married? Bet if we dropped some truth on her about her boyfriend’s current marital status, we might get her pissed off enough to run her mouth. If he betrayed her then well…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“And if she knows he’s married.” Hale remarked what Stahl was suggesting make bile rise in the back of his throat. Call it a crush or fondness or whatever, but he didn’t like the idea of breaking Y/N’s heart to get information.

“If the tart is fine with being a mistress then I’m sure we can find some other way to get her lips moving. It doesn’t hurt to give her some pressure and see how she handles it.” Stahl provided a smirk crossing her lips at the rage in Hale’s eyes at the statement about Y/N being a tart.

She spoke again, a chuckle leaving her. “Don’t look so gloomy David, this might work in your favor. We get Telford out of the picture and you might just have a shot. Maybe we push her off bad boys, you can play white knight. You can finally put those handcuffs to use with her in a far more pleasant environment. Of course that might put a stop to the fun we’ve been having together hmm, but who am I to stand in the way of true love.”

He scoffed at the comment, his shoulders tensing at the suggestion as well as the implication of what Stahl and he had fallen into.

Stahl let out a sigh. “She can have you when I’m done. Trust me David, we can always press the ol ladies. No information is useless in RICO.”

Hale cringed at the comment, his stomach turning at this plan. 

He took a deep breath, having the feeling that Stahl was in for a challenge. Y/N was a tough nut to crack. 

Pissed off Y/N didn’t run her mouth. She just lashed out.

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Y/N was surprised and relieved to see the roses left on her parent’s gravestones. She could admit she’d not been to the graveside since her father’s burial.

She’d been to the cemetery plenty enough thanks to her work…but she’d not had the nerve to walk over to the section where quite a few of her family were laid to their final rests.

Her paternal ancestors and their spouses were all buried close by one another. The oldest section of the cemetery held her oldest ancestors and their offspring. 

She knew that one day she herself would most likely be buried here alongside her family. There were already two plots at her parents' side that technically belonged to her.

Her father was always one to plan ahead when it came to funerals and had purchased the plots remarking Y/N could keep them for Daniel and herself or if she married and wanted to be buried with her future spouse she could sell her plot.

She had rolled her eyes at the comment about marriage of course. The idea had seemed preposterous given her tumultuous dating history and how most men who might be ideal for a future spouse showed her little interest aside from gazing longingly at her body.

She’d dated a few guys out in New York. She’d even had one pretty serious boyfriend but it had fizzled out before any serious talk about marriage and the future had come to fruition.

She knew her past held her back in her relationships in New York. How was she supposed to explain her past with the MC in Charming to prospective life partners?

She knew her most recent ex-boyfriend had some suspicions about her past…given her tendency to occasionally flinch during moments of intimacy that got a little too rough. She had never worked up the nerve to go into the full story though. She had a feeling her ex had sensed her trauma but had not been equipped to deal with it when she’d shut down any pleas for information about her past.

She was not quite ready to go into her background with that boyfriend. She was certain he couldn’t handle her past. So, she’d pushed him away the same way she did with most boyfriends. Scaring guys and pushing them out with cold behavior was easier than going into detail about her time as a friend of SAMCRO and the pain she’d endured at Gunner’s hands.

Chibs Telford was the first romantic partner who had any knowledge of what Gunner had done to her as well as her past sexual encounters with both Jax and a few other men.

She was stunned by Chibs’ reaction. He not only still wanted her, but had proven to her that he desired her.

It was not an outcome she had imagined when she’d allowed herself to imagine what might happen if she were to ever reveal the darker parts of her past to a man who liked her.

She kept thinking back to the words Chibs had said to her after he’d eaten her out; that he wanted to show her how she deserved to be treated.

It was a new and exciting concept to her; being treated well by a romantic partner.

She hoped that she’d proven to him that she wanted to treat him in kind. She couldn’t help but to think that with his own traumas he deserved to be reminded of how he deserved to be treated as well. 

She’d been more certain that he deserved all the tenderness and adoration on the planet by his reaction to the knowledge that she was planning on going to the gravesite today.

He’d offered to come along with her. He’d wanted to provide her with emotional support when she’d admitted she’d not gone to her parents' gravesite since her father’s funeral.

Y/N could admit she’d been tempted to let him tag along.

She’d resisted the urge to allow it though. She’d told herself that her first visit to the gravesite should be on her own.

Perhaps in the future though; she might let Chibs come with her.

A morbid voice in the back of her head told her it was the most depressing bring the guy you like home to meet the parents' situation, but she shushed the voice. 

She was also overtaken with the realization that she was an orphan now. She had no living parents…so that made her an orphan didn’t it?

A voice in the back of her head told her it was a dumb thought…everyone became an orphan at some point in their lives, so it wasn’t something that was that unique.

She shifted the red roses aside placing the daisies she’d purchased on either parent’s grave.

She had a feeling the roses left on each grave had been Old Charlie’s doing. Roses seemed more his taste than Skeeter’s.

She was not surprised to see that the graves had been well maintained, any flowers that had been left at her father’s funeral being taken away after they’d wilted. The area was clean and polished waiting for her.

She had a feeling that this was both Old Charlie’s and Skeeter’s doing. The men had most likely been out to the gravesite maintaining it until she felt ready to make it out. It was clear that they’d cared enough about her to make it neat and ready for her.

She found herself sitting on the ground directly in front of her father’s tombstone not caring if the dirt below her got her jeans somewhat dirty. It would be a long while before grass grew over the filled in grave. Grass had long ago grown over her mother’s filled in grave given that the woman had died when Y/N was so young.

She sighed, her eyes lingering on her mother’s tombstone for a brief moment. She rarely visited it. Her father had been the one who had gone out to maintain it.

She’d gone once or twice when she was a teenager looking for some maternal connection that she’d craved. She felt foolish for the action knowing she would not find that connection in a cold marble tombstone.

Her mother’s full name was written on the dark marble stone in neat font: Caroline Hope Y/L/N. Beloved Wife and Mother. Her birthdate and death date were written below the inscription. A small dove had been carved into the edge of the stone. It was a simple stone and Y/N had been certain her father had struggled to choose it as he’d planned her mother’s entire funeral.

She’d never quite understood how he’d had the mental strength to embalm and bury the woman he loved, but Y/N assumed that in her father’s mind it was just the last act of love he could give his wife. He’d made sure she was cared for. Y/N could distinctly remember seeing the clothing her mother had been buried in…a modest blue sundress with a white floral print and a pearl necklace. She had only been four then, but somehow her mother’s funeral dress was a core memory that had stuck. Her father had allowed Daniel and her to view their mother in the casket at the funeral. Daniel had run away from it but Y/N had remained staring at the woman. 

She was unsure if she loved or hated her father’s choice of giving her this core memory.

She tore her eyes from her mother’s tombstone, hating to admit she felt disconnected from the woman. Y/N felt a sense of love knowing that this was her mother, but she didn’t remember her clearly enough to feel the sense of grief she told herself she should feel.

She’d always held the thought in; certain it would upset her father. Her mother had been the love of her father’s life. She’d been his first and his last everything.

They’d met as teenagers and were one another’s first love. Her mother’s father had worked the funeral circuit preaching around Charming and surrounding towns and he’d brought his daughter along. Y/N’s father had been the funeral director’s son. 

Y/N’s parents had met for the first time at a funeral. It was not the most romantic meet-cute, but it was her parents. 

Her father had never remarried after her mother’s death. He’d not even dated. He’d remained dedicated to her even in death.

When Y/N was younger she’d hoped that she might be lucky enough to find love that deep with someone. 

As she’d gotten older though she’d become jaded by the concept.

She sighed, staring at her father’s tombstone, the dark marble was simple with her father's name engraved into the stone: Lloyd Oliver Y/L/N. Beloved Father. Dedicated Husband. Respected Mortician. 

The last addition had been her father’s request. Even in death he was proud of his profession.

She felt her throat grow tight telling herself this would feel cathartic even if she was just talking to a marble stone. “I’m sorry I haven’t been out here to visit…I’m actually sorry for a lot of things I’ve done lately.”

She clasped her hands together wringing them, her voice tense. “I can say without any hesitation that if you were still here right now…that saying sorry wouldn’t be enough with what I’ve done. I know how proud you were of our work…how proud you were that I followed you into the work you loved. I’m afraid I’ve sullied it though. You would hate what I’ve done…I fucked it up again, just like I always do. You know me; family disappointment as usual.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, her voice soft. “I’m sorry though, I really really am. I went down a path you’d hate. I got greedy and now I can’t get out of this…the sick thing is I was given a possible way out of it by Filip and I told him no. I am so desperate to burn in the hell of my own making. I…maybe I just like the pain. I think I deserve it in some sick way. How else do you explain why I’m so impulsive? I let the flame burn me and I never figure out that fire hurts…maybe I know it hurts but some part of me likes it. Maybe I’m sick? You did always worry about me…when I was a kid, I was way too interested in your job…Remember that teacher I had in elementary…fourth grade…she thought I was disturbed because I talked about your job so much…maybe I am. I mean what kind of person is so willing to do what I’ve done? What kind of girl prefers the company of the dead because the living scare the hell out of her? Maybe people around town are right about me? I’ve had a few boyfriends in New York tell me I’m not normal. Maybe at the end of the day I’m not right in the head…maybe I’m fucked mentally. How else do you explain the choices I make? I’ve always been quick to anger, too depressed, too impulsive, too starved for risk. I never know what’s good for me. I’ve had nice guys ask me out…back in New York…hell even Deputy Hale tried to take me to dinner pretty soon after I got into town… and I would rather scoop my eyes out with a melon baller than let a nice guy love me. I push people away because it protects me. I go for guys who don’t deserve me…I go for what hurts me. I let someone like Gunner violate me more than once and I stuck around. Maybe my brain is just abnormal.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I always felt bad for you…two bad kids. How could such a nice guy have such bad kids? I used to blame you for it when you’d scold me for whatever crap I had pulled…say that you were too damn nice and that was probably why I was so rotten. I tried to say that maybe if you were less focused on your job and more focused on Danny and me then we’d not have turned out so bad. I know it was unfair to turn it back on you. I think I was parroting the perceptions I heard from people around town though…poor charitable respected Lloyd Y/L/N dedicated to his service to the community but cursed with two ungrateful brats. You were always fighting to keep me out of jail or worse…always dealing with Danny’s health after the accident…always trying to balance the job with making sure your kids stayed alive. I know Danny and I both gave you hell…You died thinking that I was finally done giving you hell…but surprise.”

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers reaching out to trace the birth and death date on the tombstone. “You died thinking SAMCRO was a thing of my past…you thought your biker whore daughter had finally grown up…I know you’d hate me for calling myself that. You never were fond of my choice in language especially when I used it to degrade myself. I know I always tried to take some high ground and claim that I was nothing like the girls that hung around the MC and threw themselves at anything in a kutte…was I really any better though at the end of the day? I may have been a bit more discerning in who I fucked but…I still liked a man in a kutte and a criminal record a mile long. I loved the danger…I loved the chaos. Nice guys who worked nine to five jobs just didn’t do it for me like the outlaws could. I wasn’t satisfied with a dick unless the guy attached to it had a rap sheet.”

She rolled her eyes, the words leaving her. “I know…just what every man wants to hear about, his daughter’s sex life. I guess you aren’t really here to hear it though…I hope you’re not hanging around watching me that much. That would be kind of creepy if you were just hanging around watching me 24-7.”

She let out another shaky breath as she spoke. “I met someone…Jesus, Daddy, you’d hate Filip. You would take one look at the reaper on his back and kill him on sight. You’d ship me back to New York if you were still here. You would not even give Filip a minute of your time to even attempt to win you over. You would look at his appearance and who he is and want me to get away from him. You’d see the scars on his cheeks and the kutte on his back and that would be that, no chance of accepting him.”

She shook her head, a small humorless laugh leaving her. “I know the age difference would make you less than enthusiastic. He’s forty five years old…just turned forty five. He was about sixteen when I was born. If that wasn’t enough to make you cringe…He’s got a wife and a kid back in Belfast…they’re estranged but they are still there…You’d take one look at those facts and shoot him on sight. I’m sure you’d take me for a fool…your poor damaged daughter hooked up with the married outlaw biker who is way too old for her…and if that didn’t piss you off you’d be so enraged about his past in Belfast even if I’d lie and try to tell you it's only rumors. I know you would just look at Filip and see danger. You’d see a guy who is going to destroy your kid. You wouldn’t think he’s good enough.”

She traced her father’s name, her voice soft. “I know what I’d say to you though. I’d say that he's good enough. I would tell you I don’t care about Belfast or who lives there…The age difference doesn’t bother me. I’d probably try to push your buttons and spit out some bullshit about how I am happy to call Filip Daddy even if he’s not quite old enough for that unless he was a teen dad. I’d probably tell you that a man his age has the experience to know how to make me feel so good, that he’s far more gifted in bed than guys my age.”

She paused, rolling her eyes. “I never was appropriate and I kind of lived to make you cringe back when I was having my rebellious years. I figured out that being vulgar and oversharing about anything sexual could make you back off and not suspect the reality of what I was going through. I was always capable of looking like a proper lady but my mouth and my tendency to love shocking people always ruined the prim lady disguise I wear.”

She cleared her throat, her words genuine. “I would be telling you the truth about him being worthy of me…he reminds me everyday that he wants to be worthy of having me. He’s tried pretty damn hard to woo me. I think even you’d be approving of the effort he’s put into it…the man didn’t run screaming when I told him what a trocar was. That’s impressive, you’d have to admit it. He asks me questions about my job; not to appease me or charm me, but because he wants to hear what I have to say. He’s been good to me. He makes me feel safe. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel safe…at least not a romantic partner. I’ve never felt this protected with anyone.”

She felt her throat grow tight, spilling more of her heart. “I told him about Gunner…told him more than I even dared to ever tell anyone…even you. Pretty sure he’s the first person besides a therapist who knows all the details. I told him every last detail. He didn't run away like I feared he would. I was sure he’d run…or worse he’d look at me differently…like I am in fact just the biker groupie everyone around town thought I was back then. I was afraid if he knew about Gunner and the others…that he would surely leave. I mean…how is a guy supposed to cope with the fact that some of the men he shares a kutte with have fucked the girl he’s dating…how is he supposed to deal with the fact that one of those men, even if it’s a man in another charter…did what he did to me…I don’t know, I’ve always struggled with admitting what the lack of consent with Gunner meant…saying the word. Filip is the one who said the word…told me how wrong it was…even told me he wanted Gunner dead for what he did to me. I expected my past to be too much for him or for him to develop this weird jealousy issue…you know how guys are when they know someone else has touched their possessions… Filip though, his reaction was to feel sorrow for me…he wanted to show me what being shown love is supposed to feel like…he wanted to protect me and get retribution for what happened to me. He offered to kill for me, Daddy…and he meant it. I know you’d probably not approve of the fact that he’s capable of such a thing…but I’d have to hope that you’d approve of his desire to keep me safe…to love me. Filip doesn’t view me as a possession. I know you’d find that really really hard to believe…men in his world have some pretty fucked views of women. I’m not claiming he’s some abnormality in that world. I just think I’m as much Filip’s as he’s mine though.”

She sighed knowing she was safe to say the words here with no one to listen. “I love him…I love Filip Telford. He doesn’t know about it yet…I’m half afraid to tell him. What if he doesn’t feel the same? I keep thinking of what you’d say…you’d probably tell me that if he’s dumb enough not to love me then he’s too dumb for me. I need him to love me though…it sounds so pathetic to say it…I've never claimed to need anyone to love me...I have always been the type to say that people can love me or hate me and I don't give a damn either way...I like to think I’m independent…that I could go back to life before I met him…I, so much has changed in my life so fast over these past months. I resisted his affections so much when I first met him...I was afraid of what he'd lead me to...of falling back in with SAMCRO. He's made it clear though that he has zero intention of leading me back into the pain that I found with his world...I’m scared of how my life has changed over these past few months, of how things have changed since you died and I came back home, but Filip…he makes it feel so much less scary. I’ve opened up to him so much about my past and I have never felt comfortable enough with anyone to do that. I don't feel so alone with him around. I've never felt that...belonging. I always try to pretend that I don't mind being alone. I try to say that loneliness is just a part of life...Filip makes me want to stop isolating myself...and not accept the idea that I just have to be alone. I have never had that with anyone...the sense that they feel lucky to have me around...the acceptance of me for who I am. I don't have to pretend not to be so morbid or so quick to anger. I don't feel like I have to hide the parts of me that scare other people around Filip. I need him more than he knows. I just keep hoping that maybe he needs me just as bad.”

She shook her head reaching up to wipe at a stray tear threatening to spill from her eye. "I can’t say that you’d be fond of Filip… I can’t say you two would love each other, or even try to pretend to get along…but I think that maybe my loving him would be enough for you…I think me being happy with him would be enough. You always worried about my happiness…about me finding my place in the world. I want to be in his world…it scares me, but I trust that he would keep me safe.”

She spoke again, pulling her hand back from the stone. “I’m going to visit more often…even if you aren’t here, I know you’re not really here…I want to bring Filip sometime. He wants to come with me…to support me. I’m going to let him. I am letting him in…you’d like that…me letting someone in.”

She adjusted the daisies in front of the stone as she spoke. “Even if you wouldn’t be proud of me, I hope you’d still love me. You told me once that a father never stops loving his child. I hope that’s true.”

She stood up, wiping the dirt from her jeans as she spoke. “I love you, Daddy. I’ll see you later.”

She turned ready to make the long trek back to her car hoping that she could maybe get a latte somewhere to perk up enough to make it to the grocery store to gather the items she needed for the week.

She paused as a woman approached her. The professional looking woman was thin and tall with straight dark blonde hair and a pantsuit that screamed Fed. She appeared to be in her mid thirties at least. Her lips were thin and she wore little makeup. She had a narrow straight nose and well manicured brows. Her eyes were dark and they were fixed on Y/N.

She felt a chill run down her spine as the woman approached her giving a calm smile that did not match the intensity of her gaze. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

Y/N nodded her head, her voice tense, she doing her best to appear relaxed and calm. “Speaking.”

The woman pulled a badge from her jacket pocket revealing that Y/N was right to think fed. “Agent June Stahl, ATF.”

Y/N sighed  keeping that same relaxed demeanor as she spoke. “Can I help you Agent Stahl?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t here on business? More of a personal visit?” Stahl asked, nodding down at the dark wash jeans and gray babydoll tee Y/N was wearing. 

Y/N spoke her stomach turning at Stahl’s avoidance of the question. “I’m not here for work.”

She paused speaking again trying to sound more assertive than she felt. “How can I help you?”

Stahl spoke as she shoved her badge back into her jacket pocket. “What do you know about SAMCRO?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the question. Stahl apparently was ready to jump right into it. She shrugged her shoulders giving the company line Chibs had taught her to give though she’d known the line long before Chibs and she had become involved. “That motorcycle club? Pretty sure they’re just a bunch of mechanics who are motorcycle enthusiasts. Pretty sure they throw a good wild party.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, not surprised by it. “Of course, Didn’t you used to be a frequent attendee of those wild parties?”

Y/N shifted in place, her arms crossing over her chest. “I did use to prefer Jack Daniels to mint tea. Didn’t everyone have a rebellious phase?”

Stahl nodded her head, not missing the chance. “And what a phase it was for you. I have to say I’m kind of annoyed but impressed, Y/N, several arrests under your belt and you served not a moment in a real jail cell. Looks like you got more than a few slaps on the wrist though…guess it helps that your daddy was buddy buddy with the local sheriff.”

Y/N held her head up high fast to respond, keeping her voice even refusing to address how her father had always been willing to appeal to Unser to keep her out of any real trouble. “I am not proud of my past behavior. If I could go back I’d change a few things.”

“Is SAMCRO one of those things you might change? I have taken a look at that rap sheet of yours, sweetheart, looks like the innocent club of motorcycle enthusiasts got you into some trouble back in the day.” Stahl remarked, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N stepped back a frown crossing her features. “Like I said, I indulged a little too hard back then…people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

“Is one of those dumb things Nathaniel Papadopoulos? Or Gunner…as he seems to insist on being called?” Stahl remarked not shy about bringing up something that she knew would make Y/N cringe.

The mention of Gunner did just that. Y/N crossed her arms tighter, her voice picking up a hint of tension. “I did dumb shit when I drank as much as I did. He was the dumbest. I was nineteen years old when I met him…I wasn’t mature enough to pick romantic partners who were the best for me. Pretty sure most nineteen year olds pick shit men. I wised up and left him. It’s ancient history at this point in my life.”

“What about now? Just what kind of men are you picking?” Stahl remarked a cool smile crossing her lips as she attempted to prod the answer from Y/N.

Y/N sighed fast to respond. “Ones who don’t beat the shit out of me.”

Stahl reached into the professional looking messenger bag she had slung around her arm as she spoke, pulling out a file. “You do pick men with records though. You should have a peek at his.”

She handed the file to Y/N watching as the woman gazed down at it searching for any hint of a chance to pounce. 

Y/N gazed down at the open file in front of her, raising a brow at what was clearly Chibs’ rap sheet. She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her calm not bothering to read past a few lines not shocked by what she saw. “Is this supposed to mean something to me?”

Stahl smirked, nodding her head down at the file as she spoke. “Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man isn't he…if you believe the rumors around town…I find that most rumors have some truth to them.”

She paused nodding down at the file again as she spoke. “You should flip to page two…the arrests in Belfast. He was court martialed and discharged from the Queens Armed Forces at nineteen. Looks like he had a temper in his youth. The arrests in Belfast continue from there. Pretty sure he got into a few brawls on the behalf of the cause…The True IRA tends to frown upon anyone they think may be a loyalist. Looks like Telford took offense to loyalty to the crown, looks like he was not afraid to fight dirty…then there’s the suspicion of a few bombings that he may or may not have been involved in, can’t get a clear answer on that one. Any investigations went nowhere…There were a few rumors about how he may have taken part in the murder of a Northern Irish police officer but there was never any proof to tie him and his associates to it…speaking of his associates in Belfast…his wife…Fiona, she’s definitely True IRA through and through. Third generation, comes by it honestly. Her mugshot is on page three…she got arrested with her husband for one of those brawls I talked about. She is a fiery one…darker than I expected though for an Irishwoman. Pretty sure she’s the Black Irish we always hear about.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop turning the page on autopilot gazing down at the pretty young woman in the photo and a photo of a young Chibs, his face free from the scars that Jimmy O’ had left him with.

Fiona was an elegant looking woman with wild dark curls and piercing dark eyes. Her nose was narrow and her lips were pressed into a smirk that showed she had no worries about having any mugshot taken. She gave off the energy of someone who was well versed in danger and quite content to invoke it if necessary.

Stahl spoke up, a slight smirk on her lips clearly hoping to strike a nerve. “You did know he’s married right?”

Y/N glanced up at Stahl, her face not giving the reaction the woman was probably hoping for. She kept her cool not letting the information of what Chibs had done in Belfast nor the photo of his estranged wife rattle her. “Yes, I was aware. They’re estranged. Divorce unfortunately is not an option…You know how the Catholics are? I’m afraid I don’t know too much about Filip’s years in Belfast aside from the mundane fact that he was a mechanic and that he left some tragedy behind.”

If Stahl was disappointed in Y/N’s reaction she didn’t reveal it as she replied to the comment. “Yes, a true tragedy. I guess you’ve heard all the rumors that fly around Belfast…Jimmy O’Phalen took Fiona and Chibs’ and her daughter for his own…left Telford with a reminder to not even attempt to get them back.”

Y/N clenched down on the file as Stahl motioned to her cheeks lining them along where Chibs’ scars were embedded into his cheeks. She spoke again, a sigh leaving her. “Telford joined up with SAMBEL after that…Guess he was familiar with the MC before hand, so, they were happy to take him on...even though rumor has it O’Phalen banished him from Ireland…guess the banishment finally kicked in though since Telford came stateside back in 2000. He hasn’t seen Fiona or his daughter since Kerrianne was around four. I’m amazed Telford got citizenship in the states…given his record and the trouble he’s gotten into out here.”

Y/N kept her voice flat as she replied. “America is the land of opportunity.”

“That it is…and what opportunity has he found with you?” Stahl dared to ask a small smile crossing her lips hoping to make Y/N squirm.

Y/N spoke knowing the line to give a hint of snark in her voice, deciding that being vulgar might work in her favor. “I open his beers and suck his dick. Pretty sure most men couldn’t ask for more.”

“And what does he say when you wrap those soft lips of yours around that dick of his?” Stahl remarked, proving she was just as vulgar.

Y/N gave her a smile that she hoped read as confident not above continuing with the line of conversation though she was full of shit…they’d not gone that far sexually just yet. “Pretty sure he’s too busy moaning when I take him down my throat. That Scottish accent of his is hard enough to understand on its own…the second he gets is dick wet I may as well not even try to decipher Glaswegian.”

“And what about afterwards…any juicy bits of pillowtalk? Orgasms tend to make lips loose, I find.” Stahl dared to ask she stepping even closer to Y/N.

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the words sliding from her. “He tends to start snoring after he cums…You know men. You rock their world and they reward you by conking out.”

She paused lying through her teeth deciding that playing up the sexual role would work in her favor. 

It was a game she’d learned to play during her time in the clubhouse…when she wanted to entice a man into giving her what she wanted. 

She found that playing the minx could work in her favor with men and could make straight women intimidated enough to slink back. “I will say that that is the one advantage to getting your rocks off with a woman. Women are a little better at pillowtalk…too bad I like a good thick dick more than a nice wet pussy.”

Stahl smirked giving Y/N a reaction that she’d expected to get if she’d been talking to a man. She sighed, the realization hitting her that Stahl was playing on both teams. She recognized a raging bisexual when she saw one. “I can only imagine…what a shame you have your preferences.”

Y/N spoke as she stepped back, dropping the flirty tone from her voice. “I don’t know too much about SAMCRO. I can’t imagine they’re too interesting. Just a bunch of mechanics who love a good Harley and a crazy party…Like I said, any trouble they may find is usually aided by booze…people do dumb shit when they drink. I’m afraid my party days are over. Most people don’t like the idea of the local undertaker sliding around a stripper pole in a biker clubhouse. Pretty sure Filip would not be too into the idea of seeing me on any pole unless he’s the only one watching.”

“I’ll say it again, what a shame.” Stahl remarked that smirk still on her lips though Y/N did spot a hint of annoyance in the woman’s eyes at the fact that Y/N was still feeding the company line on SAMCRO.

She paused speaking again. “Telford and you make an interesting pair…a funeral director and a biker…just how did you meet?”

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the lie sliding from her lips. “My Acura got a flat tire. We got to talking and one thing led to another. I’ve always had a thing for accents.”

Stahl spoke up, nodding over Y/N shoulder at the gravestones. “You came back to Charming to a big mess from what I heard. Your father left you with some debt?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N remarked her voice cool and collected she snapping the folder she’d been holding shut.

Stahl nodded her head at the comment she daring to bring out the big guns. “I’ve taken a peek at those debts of yours. You paid a little chunk of them off in cash…Just where did you get the cash? The payment was in the thousands. Lots of cash to having lying around with your debts.”

Y/N remembered the lie Chibs had told her to tell. She was relieved he’d given her enough background about Clay and Gemma’s finances, so that she could tell a believable story.  “Gemma Teller Morrow asked for my expertise. Her poor grandson having such a frightful entrance into the world got her thinking about her own mortality. Her husband and she were willing to pay me quite well for my time to discuss plans. They know my time is valuable and they took up quite a bit of it…They were willing to make it worth my while as they kept me so busy and out of reach from any of my other duties at work…pretty sure Gemma has some oil investments that give her some nice payouts. I came to them for the plans…made a trip out to the garage to discuss it all and went through the trouble of bringing all of the catalogs I have. They choose a luxury option for their caskets…mahogany and satin. I don’t do home visits for funeral planning, so they wanted to make sure I was compensated for the exception I made for them. They paid me double my usual rate plus travel expenses.”

“That is an extravagant payout.” Stahl remarked her tone of voice hinting she did not buy Y/N’s tale.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, her voice calm knowing she sounded heartless, but it was better to sound heartless than guilty. “People will pay anything to have peace of mind when it comes to death.”

Stahl dared to speak, nodding again at the cemetery around them. “I would have thought they might shy away from using your services…given what happened to those two men you buried a while back.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh shaking her head. “The grave robberies were an unfortunate incident. The families of those poor men were heartbroken over what happened to their loved ones' remains. I did everything in my power to make sure that they were cared for. The family was far more understanding than they had to be. They know I did my part when it came to the care of their loved ones before their final rests were disturbed. I hope the Lodi police find whoever was responsible for such a gruesome act. If I got my hands on them…well let’s just say I don’t approve of anyone fucking with my paychecks.”

Stahl smirked, hating to admit she was impressed with how quick the response was. Y/N was not an easy nut to crack. “And your boyfriend had nothing to do with those empty graves.”

“Why would Filip have anything to do with it? He’s just a mechanic.” Y/N remarked a small laugh leaving her she managing to make the accusation appear as though it sounded ridiculous to her.

“A mechanic with quite the record. You should hang on to that file, Y/N. Take a good look at it. There’s some really interesting bits of information there. Filip Telford is far from innocent. I think you are smart enough to know that. I am also thinking you aren’t so innocent either…that must be why he’s so obsessed with you. If that wife of his is any indication of the kind of woman he likes…then you are one bad girl.” Stahl remarked, nodding down to the folder still in Y/N’s hands.

Y/N gave Stahl a calm smile shrugging her shoulders. “I’m an absolute angel, Agent Stahl.”

She paused, giving the agent a flirty smile as she stepped around her ready to pass. “At least outside the bedroom. Now, if you excuse me. I have some errands to attend to. If you have any further questions you can find me at the funeral home.”

And with that Y/N found herself heading back to her car the folder she held clutched tightly in her hand.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to burn the folder or not.

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Chibs sighed rolling his eyes at Juice as he rounded the billiards table for what felt like the hundredth time. 

He spoke nodding down at the pool cue in the younger man’s hands. “Are ya takin yer damn shot or not? I ain’ got all day, Juicey.”

Juice scowled at the older man, his voice tight. “We put money on this okay? I don’t trust you after last time. I still say you hustled me, talked that damn croweater into distracting me and putting me off my game.”

“Aint my fault yer a shite pool player. I won fair an square.” Chibs snapped back a small smirk on his lips knowing that he had maybe talked the buxom blonde croweater Juice was recalling into helping distract Juice from the game.

It hadn’t been too selfish in Chibs’ opinion. He got Juice laid.

Chibs sighed as his cell phone began to chime he yanking it from his kutte knowing he might as well have a phone call since Juice was nowhere near getting on with the game.

He felt his heart lift at the familiar number as it flashed along his screen. He hit accept call, his voice becoming far more cheery than it had been moments before. “Hen, what are ye doin?”

“I need you, Filip.” She blurted out the comment striking him off guard.

The words were appealing but he was not hearing them in the context he would prefer. Her voice seemed panicked.

She spoke again knowing she sounded paranoid but a voice told her if Stahl was interested in her then who was to say that the feds hadn’t found a way to listen in on her calls. She had little idea how bugging phones worked outside of movies. “I need help with my lamb…seasoning it. You know what to do with lamb.”

Chibs furrowed his brow, thrown off even more by the comment. Y/N didn’t eat lamb.

He’d learned that bit of information when he’d mentioned Half Sack’s vegetarianism to Y/N as well as Gemma’s criticism of vegetarians. Y/N had commented that she was not a vegetarian and didn’t think she would be strong willed enough to be one. She did admit that she couldn’t bring herself to eat veal or lamb though. She had commented that she knew it was stupid as she’d eat the adult versions of cows at least…but she couldn’t get herself to eat lamb nor veal as they were both baby animals. He could remember finding the comment kind of sweet though amusing.

He felt his stomach turn it hitting him she was worried that someone was listening in on the conversation. 

He spoke trying to keep his calm and not fly off the handle at the thought. “Are ya safe, Love? Is anyone following ya? Are ya alone?”

“Yeah, no. You know it. I uh…just ran into someone while I was out…we got to talking as she reminded me of how much a pain lamb is to deal with. I know you know just what to do with lamb. So, I thought I’d call in the expert. I thought I might call Gemma about it…you remember what she told me about lamb back when we met to make those future funeral plans for Clay and her. I figured that you might be the person to go to though.” Y/N remarked still keeping her cool not helping but to feel like a moron for this entire charade.

She had a feeling that Chibs seemed to have caught up on the game though and was intelligent enough to decode what she was trying to say.

He spoke tossing the pool cue he’d been holding down on the table not caring if it scattered the balls and alarmed Juice. “Aye, I’ll be there, Hen. Don’t ya worry Mo ghràidh. I’ll handle the lamb fer ye.”

“Okay, be at my place…I’m headed there now.” She provided saying the remaining words in her head. I love you, Filip.

“Aye, I’ll be there soon.” He replied unaware that she was thinking the same thing he was currently thinking. I love you.

He hung up his cell sending Juice nod as he turned to leave. “Game’s over, Laddie. If Clay asks I’m goin to see my ol lady. Gotta help her with some lamb. Tell Gemma to give me a call. She knows what to do with lamb.”

Juice furrowed his brow as he watched Chibs leave the man not paying him any mind. He spoke to an empty clubhouse completely confused by the interaction. “Lamb?”

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Her lips met his the second he walked in the door.

Chibs let himself into Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home well past knocking and waiting for someone to allow him entrance.

He’d spent almost every night in the home this past week, so formalites like knocking had been forgotten.

He made his way upstairs nodding to Skeeter, the man giving him only rolled eyes in response.

As soon as Chibs stepped past the sliding door that led him into Y/N’s living quarters her lips met his in a bruising kiss.

He returned the kiss, his hands sliding along her body appreciating the figure he’d been shamefully admiring since their first meeting.

She pulled from his lips reluctantly, her voice sounding frantic now that she was far away from Agent Stahl. “An ATF agent ran into me at the cemetery today. Had some questions for me.”

“Shite, who was it?” Chibs dared to ask, having the feeling he already knew the answer.

Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm her anxieties. “Agent Stahl…fucking bitch tried to push my buttons by asking me about my past…Gunner and some other shit. She was eager to mention your wife…and shit that happened in Belfast. Tried to show me mugshots and your criminal record. She left a freaking file with me and told me to take a look at it so I could learn all about you. She’s trying to make me crack and run my mouth. Pretty sure she thinks that if she makes me afraid of you then I’ll turn and give her enough to go after SAMCRO.”

Chibs clenched his jaw, shaking his head, his hold on Y/N tightening. “What’d ye say?”

“I told her I know nothing about what you were up to in Belfast. I know about your wife and am unbothered by it. I know nothing about SAMCRO. I told her all I do is suck your dick and open your beers…I got pretty graphic on that last detail.”

Chibs smirked at the comment, his hand wandering down her body to give her backside a squeeze he was unable to stop himself. “Aye, ye ain given me that privilege yet, Hen. Probably had to use yer imagination on that one, aye?”

She sighed, shaking her head at the comment though it did make a hint of smile cross her features. “I thought the lewd angle would unnerve her…I have the weirdest sense that it turned her on. Pretty sure I can spot a bisexual from a mile away.”

Chibs rose a brow at the information. He spoke, shaking his head at the comment. “Ye know I would rather hear bout ye gettin a woman hot and bothered if she wasn’t a Fed.”

“I know you would…sadly I’m telling you what I told her…pussy doesn’t do it for me the same way a dick does. I have no interest in muff diving anytime soon, sorry to break your heart.” She commented, not shocked by this line of conversation. He truly was a male through and through.

“Aye, can’t say I’m disappointed…I don’t like sharin.” He remarked, surprising her by the certainty in his voice.

He sighed his hand running up and down her back as he spoke again. “Did ye look at the record? My rap sheet?”

“Not really…She mentioned a bunch of crap you pulled in Belfast. Saw a mugshot of Fiona and you…Stahl loved shoving that in my face. She tried to coax me into looking into the entire file.” Y/N explained noticing the tension in Chibs’ body at the mention of his estranged wife and of Belfast.

He felt his throat grow tight as he spoke again knowing that there was nothing he regretted in that file she was discussing. He had to fear that Y/N might find some things she was not pleased to learn about him…especially during his time with the cause. “Wouldn’t care if ye wanted to look at the entire file…ye probably should know bout the lad yer datin.” 

Y/N spoke so certain of the words that left her. “I know who I’m dating. I’m dating someone who has been so sweet and so protective of me right from the start. I’m dating someone who makes me laugh and as I recall eats me out like his life depends on it…which indicates he’s going to be pretty well versed in doing other things in the bedroom.”

She paused, pressing a kiss to his cheek catching the hitch in his breath at the mention of their bedroom activities. She spoke again, her voice soothing. “I’m dating a man who has known more pain than any human being should ever have to know, but still remains so strong and so compassionate. I’m dating a man who is loyal to his brothers and would do whatever it takes to protect what he believes in. I’m dating a guy who goes above and beyond to look out for me. He rushed all the way over here after I called him ranting about lamb like a nutcase…he offered to kill someone for me because he knows they caused me pain.”

She spotted his hold on her grew tighter at the mention of Gunner. She spoke once again, her lips pressing back to his cheek. “The man I’m dating has listened to me cry over my brother and my father on our first date and didn’t run screaming. He doesn’t care if my job scares the hell out of everyone. He treats me better than I ever believed I deserved. He proves to me each and every day that he wants me to be treated with all the adoration and security on the planet. He makes me feel safer than anyone has ever been capable of making me feel. I know just who I’m dating. I don’t need a criminal record to tell me a thing about him. I know who he is outside of shit he’s done.”

He sighed, his lips sliding along hers relief washing over him. She spoke as she pulled from the kiss her voice soft. “I don’t need a fucking ATF agent to tell me who I’m dating, because I know him better than she ever will.”

She spoke again, her voice firm. “I am not telling her shit. I’m sure it won’t be the last time she tries to press me over this. I know that ATF is up SAMCRO’s collective ass right now. I’m not telling her a thing though Filip.”

“Aye, I know, Hen. I trust ye. Ye did so good, Love. Fuckin gash doesn’ stand a chance with my lass.” Chibs praised her, the comment making Y/N preen somewhat. She was surprised by the feeling. She didn’t think she had a praise kink, but anything was possible.

He pressed a kiss to her lips he fast to speak again. “I want ye to keep tellin her the same thing, Hen. Ye don’t know shite. She ain’ got nothin on ye. She probably thought the fuckin life I was forced from in Belfast was some big secret I was keepin from ye.”

Y/N nodded her head knowing that was exactly what Stahl had been hoping for. She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “She brought up the empty graves…Kept my story the same as always.”

“That’s my hen. Ye know yer in the clear on that mo ghràidh. Ye’d already be in handcuffs and been carted away if they had shite on that.” Chibs reassured her a sense of comfort washing over at at the words.

She knew he was right. It had been long enough. Lodi had left her alone and she had a feeling the ATF didn’t care about two empty graves when the local P.D. had failed to connect the dots between her, SAMCRO, and those bodies.

She had a feeling the ATF was more interested in the gun running that SAMCRO was secretly engaging in. 

Any pressure Stahl was placing on her was to entice her into slipping up and saying something Chibs had told her in confidence. She knew that the agent was getting nothing from her. 

Y/N would never betray the man she loved no matter how much Stahl irritated her and attempted to intimidate her.

She allowed her lips to slide along Chibs’ , the pair growing lost in the moment. She parted her lips from his knowing that there was only one thing she wanted at this moment that could make this day seem less awful. “I want you to take me to my room and love me so good that I forget all this crap.”

Chibs felt his heart rate increase at the comment, a warm flush of lust spreading throughout him. Was she offering what he hoped? “Aye, is that so? Are ye sure, Hen? Ye want it all?”

She nodded her head stunned at the realization of how badly she wanted this. She pressed her lips to his the kiss feather light before she spoke. “I am so sure. Take me to my room and love me Filip.”

He felt the moan leave his lips as she took his hands in hers leading him from the room to their destination. 

He knew he had every intention of giving her what she was asking for. 

He would give her anything. It was a realization he was quite content with.

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[writingplotbunnies]

Best Served Cold (Part 4/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Jax surprises Sophie at the station, and they have an intense lunch where they learn a bit more about each other.

Word Count: ~3000

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This is a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

The week had been quiet. So of course, Friday became a whirlwind of activity. Much to her delight, Sophie watched Agent Stahl stomp around the office with a permanent frown on her face. David seemed just as harried but figured most of it was because of all the ATF agents still taking up space in his station. She’d gathered that AFT wanted to find evidence to get SAMCRO on a RICO charge, something about gunrunning and the IRA.   

“Look,” Stahl snapped as she paused in the hallway, “I don’t have time for this right now. I have to drive out to Stockton and release a guilty man because someone leaked information about the witness we had. And now that witness is probably dead.”

“You don’t have to be the one out there to release Bobby,” David told her. “No one would blame you if you didn’t want to go back there right away.” 

Stahl scoffed. “I’m not afraid of the Sons of Anarchy, unlike everyone around here seems to be, and I’m going to see each and every one of the bastards pay.” 

Sophie didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t watching them. Maybe she’d start keeping popcorn in her desk drawer for moments just like this. She hadn’t noticed it during their first interaction, but as the days had progressed, she’d seen the signs of healing on Stahl’s face, and knew whatever had happened must have hurt like a bitch. Getting her face messed up like that might be enough to make the case personal for Stahl. Sophie kinda figured a promotion hinged on the results of this case. Or a commendation.

As though just now realizing she’d become the main event, Stahl huffed out a breath, placed her hands on her hips, and shook her head a bit. Then, as though nothing had happened, she rolled her shoulders back, shook her hair back into place and continued down the hallway - of course, she managed to pause by Sophie’s desk long enough to offer a glare. Sophie grinned and offered a little wave in return. If one was going to be a petty bitch, own being a petty bitch. 

At the door, Stahl nearly ran into Jax who happened to be coming in. They eyed each other with an intensity that had Sophie reaching slowly for the sidearm she wasn’t supposed to have on her. After a few seconds of posturing, Jax turned away and strode towards where Sophie sat at her desk. He leaned his hip against the desk and smiled at her with his whole face. 

Sophie glanced over his shoulder and saw Stahl lingering in the doorway, her eyes narrowed on them. Sophie returned Jax’s smile. 

“Looks like you’ve got a fan,” Sophie said, nodding her head in Stahl’s direction. 

Quickly, Jax glanced over his shoulder before shrugging. “I’m all about customer service.” 

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m well aware.” 

They both laughed, and Sophie fought down the blush she knew would make an appearance anytime now. 

“She seemed in a hurry,” Jax said.

Sophie nodded. “Yeah, she’s headed out to Stockton. Apparently, she’s gotta release someone named Bobby, and she’s not happy about it.” 

Jax smiled. “He’s a Son. They had him on bullshit charges. He shoulda been out weeks ago. That’s actually why I stopped by.”

“You came by to tell me about bullshit charges against a man I’ve never met?” Sophie asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Jax laughed. “Nah, I came to see if you wanted to come by the clubhouse tonight. We’re having a party for Bobby - celebrate his return.”

“Yeah? I haven’t been to a party in a while, sounds like a good time.” 

“Good.” 

Sophie laughed a bit. “You really drive all the way out here just to ask me out, Jax?” 

He tucked some hair behind his ear and leaned in closer to her. “If I did?” 

“Those blue eyes of yours get you just about any damn thing you want, don’t they?” 

Jax shrugged. “They do what they can.” 

Allowing herself to get lost in Jax’s eyes, Sophie weighed the benefits of her next move. Even before showing up at the station in the middle of the day to invite her to a party, she knew Jax was interested in her. An interest she shared. But mid-operation connections would only complicate things. She wanted him. Wanted to see what it would be like to belong to someone - to experience what Olivia had enjoyed with Drifter. She didn’t know if Jax wanted that with her, with anyone. Maybe he had someone. Too little information.

“What are you after here, Jax?” 

He leaned back, and she nearly regretted asking the question. It wasn’t exactly fair because she didn’t know that she’d be able to answer the question if he’d asked it. But it hung there in the space between them. 

Jax slid from the desk and held his hand out to her. “Come on. Let’s go for a ride.” 

Sophie glanced around the office. She held up a finger to Jax, hoping he’d wait before scurrying down the hallway. Poking her head into Unser’s office, she knocked on the doorjam. 

“What can I do for you, hun?” 

Seemed everyone in Charming used pet names instead of real names. She’d work on being annoyed by it later. 

“I’m gonna take my lunch away from my desk today.” 

“Make sure you know what you’re doing there.” 

Sophie nodded. She didn’t have a damn clue what she was doing there. Didn’t think Jax knew what he was doing either. 

“Yeah.” 

It sounded as unconvincing to her as it probably did to him, but other than a vaguely disappointed look, he didn’t say anything further. 

Plastering a smile on her face, Sophie sauntered down the hallway, and if she put a bit more sway in her hips, well, the pleased look on Jax’s face told her he enjoyed the show. His gaze was hot as he tracked her progress. She licked her lips. Something about whatever this pull towards Jax was felt easy - and that’s what made her hesitate. That easyness made her question everything because nothing in her experience had led her to believe that easy was possible. Easy was often a lie. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Sophie came to stand in front of Jax. She enjoyed the idea that all she needed to do was lean forward to press a kiss to his chin. Being tall had a lot of benefits, but she still enjoyed being around a man who made her feel safe, who engulfed her. With Jax, it wasn’t just the size - he only had a couple of inches on her, but he had that extra something that just drew her in - made it feel easy. 

“Ready?” 

Unable to trust her voice, Sophie nodded. Jax gave her one of those dazzling smiles of his before gently pressing his palm to her shoulder and escorting her from the station. As they approached his bike, his hand slid down around the side of her body and before she could think to move out of his grip, he’d felt the edge of her sidearm. Moving quickly, she tried to take a step back, but her hand locked around her, pulling her into his chest. 

“You gonna explain that?”

Sophie avoided his eyes. “A girl can never be too safe.” 

“Inside a police station?” 

She glared at him. “Thought you were gonna take me for a ride?” 

“This ain’t finished.” 

Sophie nodded. Jax held her gaze for a beat longer before passing her the helmet. Swinging her leg around and settling behind him, she silently cursed herself. She knew he’d have questions, and it wasn’t exactly as though she had secrets. But she didn’t want him getting involved. Didn’t need him to be a man about things and decide he needed to start fixing her problems. Zobelle had hurt her family, and that made him her target, not SAMCRO’s. 

She settled in, arms wrapped around him and let her thoughts scatter to the wind. They drove for about ten minutes before Jax pulled off the main road. Just ahead of them was a small lake, and no buildings as far as she could see. When Jax had the kickstand set, she slid from behind and offered him the helmet. Without waiting for him, she walked towards the water’s edge and stood staring across it. She’d always loved water, found it peaceful. Even rainstorms made her happy. The heat of Jax’s body alerted her to his presence. He didn’t say anything, just stood at her back.  

“The gun’s not a big deal,” Sophie began, hating the words even as she spoke them. “I didn’t want to talk about it outside the station because I’m not legally allowed to carry inside the station, but my legal CCW is on file with Charming PD, so they know I own at least one weapon.” 

Jax turned her around to face him. Slowly, he reached to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up enough to reveal her unregistered .9mm Smith and Weston. He whistled through his teeth. 

“That’s a lot of gun for a not a big deal.” 

“It’s hardly a Desert Eagle, Jax.” 

Instead of allowing the joke to ease the tension, Jax tilted his head forward, eyes soft as he tucked Sophie’s hair behind her ear. His hand lingered against her neck, thumb moving soothingly along the sensitive skin. 

“Whatever it is, Sophie, you can trust me.” 

If she thought the nicknames made her stomach flutter, it was nothing compared to hearing him say her name. It was like a benediction on his lips. And she did trust him. Blame the pull she felt to him, blame her need to trust someone because the person she had once trusted with everything had been killed - stolen from her. Going through that again, that loss would kill her. Sophie knew that, but as she met Jax’s gaze she realized it was too late. 

“I wasn’t lying. To me the gun isn’t a big deal. Like I told Hale - ”

Jax jerked back as though she’d slapped him. “Hale knows?”

She smirked at the jealousy in Jax’s tone, brought her hand up to cup his cheek. “He had to process the CCW. The gun it’s like slipping on a pair of shoes before I leave the house. I’ve been carrying one for so long I only notice when I don’t have one on me. Like that KA-BAR you keep strapped to your belt.” 

Jax blinked. She doubted he’d expected her to notice. 

Sophie dropped her hand. She pulled the gun from her holster, held flat in the palms of her hands. “This? It’s not the one they issued me, but it gets the job done.” 

She watched Jax’s face, saw the confusion cloud his features. 

“Staff Sargent Sophie Cooper, USMC, retired.” 

Jax chuckled, shook his head a bit in what she thought might be surprised disbelief. “Seriously?” 

“Yeah. Did my dime then figured it was time for a new adventure.” 

“Why’d you leave?” 

Sophie stepped back, crossed her arms against her chest and looked out over the water. “I missed a lot being gone. I spent most of my time deployed to all the garden spots. Lost a lot of time  - ”

Choking on the words, Sophie covered her face with her hands. Thinking about all the time she could have spent with Olivia made her nearly blindingly angry. They both thought they’d have more time. Not that her sister had ever expected her to settle down, not back then. Jax’s hands cupped her shoulders, his lips ghosted a kiss across the crown of her head. 

“I wanted to see the world, and I did. Never had been interested in settling down; that was always Livvy’s dream. And for a while, she had it. Met a guy, fell in love, got married. I’m sure they would have made me an auntie before too long, but they never got the chance.”

She took a shuddering breath, and tried to move away from Jax. He didn’t let her. Instead, he turned her to face him. Sophie didn’t know when the tears had begun, but Jax gently wiped them from her eyes.  

“She was killed. Murdered, and it was awful, Jax. Still gives me nightmares, and even when I wake up I see her.” 

He wrapped his arms around her, tucked her head into his neck and held her tight while she cried. Her hands gripped his kutte, while her tears stained his chest. Gentle fingers slid through her hair as he whispered soothing nonsense to her. It was easy to fall into his arms, to let him support her, support the weight of everything she kept to herself. Drifter and the guys had tried, but they’d been dealing with their own grief, with their own problems. She was sure Jax had his own demons riding him, but she let him hold her, let him be the support she hadn’t realized she needed. 

“I was overseas when I got the call. Managed to get stateside within twenty-four hours, but it wasn’t fucking fast enough. The only thing I could do was her hand when she died. You see it in the movies all the time, watch people close the eyes. Never understood it. Not like I hadn’t seen a corpse before, but it was my sister. It was Livvy laying there with her eyes open, staring at me and I couldn’t take it. I’d never felt so guilty. So helpless.” Sophie forced a deep breath thorugh a sob that lodged in her throat. 

“I’ve seen people beat to hell, but my sister’s face? It was a mess of deep cuts and bruises, all covered in more gauze than skin. Connected to tubes and wires and monitors. The beeping. Incessant beeping. Nearly got arrested for destruction of property when I shoved the cart monitoring her vitals into the wall so hard it left a dent.” 

Jax huffed a gentle chuckle against her skin as he tilted her head up to face him. “I can picture that. Probably scared the nurse.” 

She laughed. “I hope so.” 

When Jax pressed his lips to hers in the gentlest kiss she’d ever felt, she should have seen it coming. Maybe she should have stopped it. Maybe she should have felt Jax was taking advantage of her emotionally compromised state. Instead, she returned his kiss, wrapped her arms around him and poured the sorrow and the anger she always felt into his mouth. It would always be there, living just under her skin. But, as Jax deepened the kiss, tangled his fingers in her hair, she allowed herself to feel nothing but pleasure. The way her toes tingled from the way he held her, the taste of him - tobacco and mint - on her tongue. 

Sucking in a breath, Sophie tilted her head back. Jax gave her no quarter as his lips attached to her neck, nibbling then biting along her tendon. His hands swept down the center of her back before gripping her ass and squeezing, forcing her core to rub against the growing hardness in his pants. 

“Jesus,” she panted.

“Jax, darlin’.” 

With a laugh, she swatted his ass teasingly. Liking the way it felt beneath her hand, she did her own groping, enjoyed the low moan he released against her neck. It was too fast. She didn’t go from flirting, to crying her eyes out about her dead sister, to making out in the middle of nowhere with a guy she’d known for less than a week. There was too little foundation for the intensity of what she felt. 

“What is it, Soph?” 

She blinked up at Jax, who while flushed, looked at her with concern. Huffing a frustrated sigh, she broke from his arms, and this time, he let her. She moved around in a small circle. 

“It’s all in the wrong order.” 

“What?” 

“This - ” she gestured between the two of them. “I don’t do this. Not like this, and I don’t want to make too many assumptions, but your not the first biker I’ve been around. I know how easy it is for you to get pussy, and we’ve made no promises because that would be fucking stupid at this point - but, what I’m feeling for you is more than I thought. More than I expected. God, I sound like a fucking Hallmark movie. I’m not a romantic by nature. I don’t believe in love at first sight because that’s stupid and totally impractical. But, Jax, I want to lose myself in you. And that scares me. It scares me so much.” 

Jax didn’t respond right away. He lit a cigarette, offered her one. Hand trembling a bit, she took it from him, allowed him to light hers. She wanted to shove the words back into her mouth. It didn’t have to mean anything. Her and Jax. It could have just been a good time for both of them. Now? Now she’d put emotions to it. Allowed the moment to get away from her. 

Shaking her head, she started to walk away. 

“Hey.” 

Jax’s voice whispered against her skin as he halted her progress with a hand on her arm. She trembled, unable to identity exactly what she felt. 

“I don’t know what this is. The girl I thought was the goddamned love of my life left after I cleaned up her fucking mess. My junkie ex-wife OD’d in the hospital after my son nearly died during birth. My life’s a mess. I don’t believe in fate, don’t know what I believe in right now, but you? It’s something real. First real thing I’ve felt in a long time. You ain’t the only one scared, darlin’.” 

“We make quite a pair, don’t we, Teller?” 

He pulled her into his arms, pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Her hands came to rest on his chest. Easy. 

“Yeah, we do.” 

They remained quiet as they rode back into Charming. Jax dropped her back at the station after they swung by Lumpy’s for some burgers to go. Like a gentleman, he walked her back to her desk. Like an outlaw biker, he gave her a kiss she’d be thinking about for the rest of the day before sauntering to the door.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Sophie managed to call out, her breathing not quite back to normal. 

“Later, darlin’.”

Part 5

Master List

#jax teller #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #fanfiction #soa fanfiction

[stahlsharlee]

POV: Special Agent Robert Stahl breaking into your apartment

#shades of blue #shades of blue nbc #robert stahl #warren kole #tvedit #tvshowedit #smallscreensource #gifs

[frogchiro]

I've recently returned to Shades of Blue and jesus christ on a stick Warren in this is....something else ;;

I'm thinking now about icky, absolutely nasty and creepy Agent Stahl perving and being completely obsessed over the daughter of a corrupt cop or one of his fellow co-worker :((

#kin speaks #the show has a iron grip on me #and stahl especially♡ #robert stahl x reader #robert stahl #shades of blue

[charmedtodeath]

These Traps We Fall Into | Robert Stahl/fem character (Part 2)

TW/CW: stalking, obsession, obsessive behavior, abuse of authority, abuse of power, possessive behavior, inappropriate behavior, general creepiness, age gap

AO3

Part 1

The sun rises over the city that never sleeps, and Special Agent Stahl must get to work again. He's usually awake by 6:30am, lately spending a few extra minutes before getting up looking at photos of the girl he's newly smitten with. Oh, how it would be so wonderful to see her in bed next to him, comfortably curled up against his side. His dreams have been full of her the past few nights. The obsession has already been spilling into his sleep. Stahl often dreams of rescuing her from horrible situations and holding her close to him. He wants her to be as happy to see him in real life as she is in his dreams. What is it going to take for her to realize that he should be the only man in her life?

He showers and gets dressed while he waits for the coffeemaker to finish, images of her still pasted behind his eyelids. Stahl is going to have to plan how to worm his way into her life, but he needs to make it look like it's her idea. It'll take some time to figure out how to do that without scaring her away. The biggest obstacle so far is her father; he would never approve of his daughter being with Stahl. It wouldn't be the most difficult thing in the world to plant some evidence and send him to prison. He deserves it, anyway. That would be 8-10 years of incarceration, and plenty of time to build a life together.

The second major obstacle in the way is the age difference. Fifteen years isn't much of a big deal to Stahl, but it might be to her. He'd have to work on her profile in his spare time to determine what type of men she's interested in. She could always surprise him by having an affinity for fine aged wines.

It looks like she's on first shift today, and he watches her progress as she gets closer to the EMS station while he sips his coffee. In case her boot tracker fails or she gets a new pair, he's managed to tap into the location services of her phone. Now he wishes he had bugged her room just to hear her voice more often. Maybe she sings along to music in the shower. There's a purple bluetooth speaker that is sometimes left on the bathroom counter, often accompanying the lingering scent of tangerine shampoo. Stahl smiles to himself at the thought of hearing her sing, wondering if she would do it for him.

He gives himself one last look in the mirror and makes sure every hair is in place before straightening his tie and heading out to go to the office. Real work is getting in the way of his plan, but somebody has to take this corruption problem into their hands, and it might as well be Stahl.

As he's on his way into Manhattan, he tries to think of things that could get her attention. Sending her flowers or other gifts as a secret admirer probably won't work. She'd likely think it was coming from a former patient and they'd end up in the trash. No, she's too smart for that. Her father must have taught her to be cautious about those types of things. But maybe she's on one of those dating apps. He'd of course have to put the effort into crafting the perfect profile to get her to notice him, but that would all be in vain if she isn't interested in older guys. He'll have to figure out her preferences before going forward.

Stahl checks in with his favorite girl periodically, wondering how her day is going and imagining conversations with her. He would love to be able to cook her dinner after a long day and feel her melt into him as she talks about her shift before falling asleep in his arms. He hopes he can realize this dream sooner rather than later. She will be his Belle, and he her Beast. Safe and protected where nobody else can get to her.

It's a hot one today, and the young paramedic finds herself ready for a nap by the time the clock hits 10am. Her fingers quickly become prunes under her gloves from the all the heat and humidity, and she's itchy from the dried sweat stuck to her skin. Getting home in the afternoon would give her enough time to sneak in a cat nap before she goes to meet a friend from college later tonight. She doesn't really feel like going out since that requires both being in a good mood and spending money, but she doesn't want to seem antisocial and ditch the plans altogether.

Stahl has no idea about this evening's plans, yet. He's been busy trying to get his asset to flip on the lieutenant. Immunity should sound far better than years in prison to pretty much anyone, so he's not sure why this is taking so long. It should have been an easy, open and shut case. A conviction, a promotion, and maybe a corner office with a nice view to go with it.

--

"Do you think your cousin would consider being my student mentor? I know third years are ridiculously busy, but I could really use someone to help me navigate things. I'm already so nervous and I still have over two months before orientation."

"She'd jump at any chance to pad her residency applications. I can give her your number so you guys can connect, if you want."

"Yeah, that would be awesome." As it turns out, the new trainee has a cousin who's about to start her third year in NYU's MD program; a perfect opportunity for the paramedic to befriend someone who knows their way around the school.

"So, what field are you thinking about specializing in?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll change my mind a thousand times. Emergency medicine has a special place in my heart, obviously, but I've been thinking about critical care and trauma surgery lately. We always get to see what's going on with people before we bring them in, but not after. I want to take care of the worst of the worst."

"I don't think I could ever work in the ICU," her partner chimes in. "Just knowing a lot of them are going to end up dying makes me feel awful."

"I get that, but I think it's worth it for all the success stories. You know, someone who's looked death in the face and comes back from it. Not to mention I'm less likely to get punched by a patient if they're comatose."

Her partner and trainee laugh and agree that yes, a perk of working with very sick people is that they are not as likely to attack you or ask for your phone number. The impromptu Q&A session is soon interrupted by a call for someone with heat stroke a few blocks away.

She's sporting a bruise on her hip from the stretcher by 1pm and wonders if it's even worth going out tonight. Maybe she should reschedule her plans and hang out with her dad at home. With their crazy variations in work hours, there's been no time for small talk or anything but leftovers and microwavable meals.

--

After restocking the ambulance for the next crew and finishing up shift reports, she leaves for the day and starts on her way home. Her skin glistens from the thin sheen of sweat on her face, and a phone call distracts her from the achey hip and toe blisters.

"Hi, Dad. I'm just on my way home now. What's up?"

"Hey, kid. I'm gonna have to stay late tonight. I have a lot to finish up here so I probably won't be home until after you're asleep." Now she'll have to decide between being alone at home or going out.

"Alright, no big. Thanks for letting me know. Do you want me to pick you up anything for dinner?"

"I'm all set for tonight."

"Okay. Be safe, Dad. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

The call foils her plans of staying in with her father tonight. She sighs and picks up the pace a little, wanting to get out of the muggy heat and into the shower as fast as possible. Meanwhile, Stahl is doing his best to push his investigation along.

"You can't keep dodging my calls and giving me non-answers, Detective. Your immunity agreement states that you need to give me real evidence linking Wozniak to the payoff money. I can't do that if you keep messing around." Stahl slaps his hand against the table in frustration, knowing his asset is holding out on him.

"I don't know what to tell you, Stahl. It's not like we go around discussing that type of thing out of the blue. If I try to push Wozniak, he's gonna know I'm the rat. He's already suspicious of me." The detective leans back against the booth, putting distance between the two of them. He lies to Stahl again and again. Wozniak is suspicious of him being the informant, but he's been lying to Woz, too. All of that deception adds up over time.

"I don't care what you have to do. I need something real on Lieutenant Wozniak. This does not bode well for you if you don't give me what I need." Stahl has fire in his eyes and steady hands as they go back and forth. He knows if the detective doesn't pay up, he'll be going to jail and his daughter will be all alone. It's a win-win for him.

"Why aren't you going after cops that are an actual problem in the city? Drugs and guns are away from schools and kids. Crime in this precinct is down. You're wasting your time on us. This unit is doing good police work."

"By taking payoffs? You know, I'm sure your darling daughter would love to know that Daddy's one of those bad apples you're referring to. Corruption is corruption, Detective."

"You leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with it and you know that. She doesn't need any more stress in her life. All I've ever tried to do is give her what I never had."

"Well, if I were her, I'd be pretty stressed out if all those years of lying to protect me ended in you going to prison. You're running out of time. Get me that evidence, or you're going to be enjoying an orange jumpsuit and instant coffee every morning."

The detective doesn't put up a fight and simply walks out of the diner where they were meeting. Stahl counts intimidation as a win.

--

Once the clock strikes 7, there's hair to finish styling, makeup to be perfected, and an outfit to be chosen. Trying to find something comfortable but nice to wear in the summer heat is more challenging than she thought it would be. She has to meet her friend in an hour, so it's time to get a move on.

Stahl sits in his car and checks her location every ten minutes. So far, so good. She hasn't gone anywhere since she got home a few hours ago and at this rate she's probably in for the night. He praises himself for finally being able to track her phone's location, making it far easier to see where she is at any time of day.

As she finishes the last few swipes of mascara, she wonders if she should go for wedges or flat sandals. Her feet will hurt after walking no matter which ones she chooses, but she decides she might as well add a few inches and goes for the heels. Locking up at home, she dons a small bag on her shoulder and starts to walk the ten blocks to the agreed upon place. Her friend is almost always late, anyway, so it's okay if she takes her time.

When Stahl checks in again, he finds his darling girl has left home unexpectedly. This is unacceptable. Is she going on a date? He needs to figure out where she's going so he can keep an eye on her. He can't imagine how he'd feel if he saw her out with another man. She is supposed to be his and his alone.

#robert stahl x reader #robert stahl shades of blue #agent stahl #shades of blue fanfic

[newyorkrican922]

My thoughts on the series finale of Mayans…

I think we all agree this last season was rushed af. Most of the storylines were a discombobulated mess. Was it there greatest series ending? No. Was it the worst? Also no. There are some things I liked and A LOT I didn’t. Here’s my list of what I liked and how I wish some storylines went.

I agreed…

1.) With the way EZ died. Since he took over he was very much given dictator vibes. I enjoyed the way the club going all Julius Caesar to kill him. I also think we all knew that Angel was going to have a hand in EZ’s death since day one. (At least I did). There was always a Cain and Abel factor in there, even if Angel was reluctant to do so.

2.) Speaking of Angel, I did appreciate the fact he lived and got away with Maverick. The beach scene was honestly the best thing in the whole finale.

3.) Marcus/El Padrino getting out of the life and living the rest of his days with his family. He came a long way.

4.) Bottles and Nestor getting patched in. Though Nestor should’ve been patched awhile ago. I would have loved to see him as a full fledged member.

5.) Isaac dying. He was a great fucking villain, but he had to go. I wish Hope was the one who did it though, but I was okay with EZ being the one to do it.

… yeah that’s about it.

I disagreed…

1.) As much as I love Taza, he should’ve died and not be able to live his life as a nomad. Killing Riz was the start of all of this! Literally lead to the civil war between the Mayans, the war with the Sons, and the cartel. It should’ve been done back when the Mayans showed up in Santo Padre. I don’t understand how he got off scot free.

2.) Miguel, Ez, and Angel not knowing that they’re brothers! What was the point of all that if they were never going to find out? It should’ve been addressed a lot time ago in Season 3 or 4.

3.) Killing Sofia. I’m sorry, but this was bullshit to me. She didn’t know EZ worked with the Feds. If they’re going with the whole “she’s a liability” route, the same applies to Angel. I would have loved to see Angel take her and Sally. They could’ve both gone out, start a new life, and raise their kids together.

4.) NOT KILLING POTTER!! Omg this man is like a cockroach! Potter should’ve definitely been a goner and Miguel be the one to take him down with Devlin. Katie/Kody could have taken his place or Devlin a la Agent Stahl and haven them focus on the Mayans.

5.) Speaking of Devlin, if they were going to get Miguel out of the way, I would have loved to see Emily work out some sort of deal with her to ensure Miguel spends the rest of his life in prison and pull a double cross rather than kill him.

6.) Angel not knowing Luisa/Adelita is dead. I would’ve have loved a scene with Mini showing up somewhere and telling Angel everything. Well maybe minus the part where she was the one who killed her.

7.) If Isaac was going to die this whole time, why did Hope have to? We should’ve seen Hope and Letty halfway to Ohio or the Broken Saints take them in.

8.) ATF busting in and killing the whole charter!!! This would’ve been a great ending if it was just a season finale, not a series finale! We should’ve at least seen a few members (Gilly, Hank, Bottles, Nestor, and Guero being cuffed) .

#mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc spoilers #Mayans fx spoilers

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 19

Word Count:  978

Warnings:  mentions of murder, mentions of a hit gone bad, angst, tension, betrayal. 

Alicia’s POV

"Hey where is my dad?" I asked, heading into the clubhouse. Mom shrugged, heading into the kitchen, "I need to talk to him. Do you know when he's going to be back?"

She shook her head once more, "no, I don't. What's this about, Alicia?"

"I just need to talk to dad," I said simply, "tell him to call me if you see him."

"Everything alright?"

I didn't answer. I began to head for the door. If she wasn't going to be of help, maybe I could convince David to help me.

My phone buzzed. When I opened it, I saw a message from Filip.

'Jackie boy is goin after Piney. He went to find Laroy. Going with him as back up.'

I sighed to myself.

'please be safe.'

He sent me back a bunch of 'xo's' and I put my phone away to drive to the police station. It was swarming with activity. Everyone had gone into high gear since Donna's death, and it seemed like people were working overtime...but not on anything relating to her. The hustle and bustle was a rouse...when you pushed into it you could see random agents who hadn't packed up with paperwork long forgotten by Stahl.

I found David by the cells. He was sitting by himself.

"You look like you're in deep thought."

He turned towards me. The look on his face said that he wasn't alright with making light of any situation.

"We both know who did this."

His voice was cold and flat. It sounded disjointed from the normally enthusiastic, patriotic man I'd known. I sat down on a bench across from him, "We can't prove anything, Davey."

"You know who did this, Alicia," he repeated. While it was flat, his face held a level of uncertainty, as if he himself didn't want to believe the past 12 hours, "you have to help me."

"I'm in no place to do anything, David," I said, pretending to show interest in my shoes, "but you know who is."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It wasn't the Sons, specifically," I said, trying to edge him in the right direction, "there are certain variables..."

He looked up at me and I met his glance. His eyes held questions. "Who was it?"

"I can only say who it wasn't," I replied, "who would never accept something like this to happen...think. You may not get along with them, but who would never be okay with murdering an innocent woman? Who is best friends with her husband?"

"Jackson."

I stood up. He did the same, not letting me drop his gaze, "I think the two of you need to talk. I think you both could benefit from it. Come to an understanding."

"I'm not bartering with th-"

"I didn't say barter, David...I said talk. You two will understand that there may be a bigger threat at bay, keeping peace from being a staple in Charming." 

"Are you talking about betraying your family?" 

"I will never betray my family," I growled in a low voice, "I'm just trying to keep my family from ending up in the ground--by any means necessary." 

Hale’s POV

I couldn't believe what Alicia was doing.  

I know that June believed that she was against us when everything started, but she'd come to see me, unprompted, and just dumped the fact that her father was responsible for the murder of Donna Winston at my feet.  

And she was telling me that if I got Jax to understand that I'd be able to keep a peace in Charming.   Was she trying to get Jax to kill Clay?  Would he take over for the Sons if the rest found out Clay was responsible for killing Donna?

Alicia told me that she would have Unser contact him, and bring him in. Sure enough, Jax was at the station a few hours later. I led him towards the cells, "What gives?"

"Gives us some privacy."

"For what?"

I sat down, "I know how close you and Opie are. I remember you and him in high school. You were inseparable."

"This is feeling a little gay," he said uncomfortably, “I’m gonna have to ask that you let me go, Hale.”

"I knew Stahl was setting Opie up as a rat," I groaned, admitting the truth aloud, "she wired his truck. I think Clay found that wire, thought Opie was working with the feds, and tried to have him killed.”

I watched as Jax rubbed his face. A look crossed his features. Before I could decipher it, it was gone.  Was Jax a variable I didn't know about? Did he know something?

"Donna was a mistake," I said slowly, “She wasn’t supposed to happen…”

"Why are you telling me this, huh?" he asked, "You think I'll give up Clay?"

I stood up and began to walk over to Jax, "We ended up on opposing teams, you and me. Don't like each other all that much, but seeing an innocent woman gunned down. With two little kids-no mom...man I think that falls on the wrong side of the fence for both of us."

He didn't respond.  I shook my head, walking out of the cells and towards the bullpen.  As I reached the main door, I heard a sound. Jax kicked the cell door and it swung shut.  I felt something warm in the pit of my stomach. 

Alicia was right.  She had pointed me in the right direction.  I knew Jax didn’t have anything to do with it, but he knew who did.  We both did. 

Clay.

I waited for him. He didn't dare look at me but muttered a quick thanks as he walked past me and through the station.  I followed him out to the main steps as he angrily texted someone then hopped on his bike and went down the street. 

Chapter 20, The End

@Lohnes16, @evyiione

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[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 17

*Not my GIF *

Once everyone was at the clubhouse they all gathered round the bar. “ATF isnt hrere about the blast at the warehouse a month ago. They are here digging into the club. Agent Stahl got Hale to pull me from the cells for an Interview. She knew all about me. My information, Everything. Even questioned me about Alex. Said his mum has filed some kind of missing report. Told me once she’s tore down SAMCRO, she’s gonna go looking into Alex.” Delaney held on to Jax’s hand tight. “What if she finds him? What if he comes back?” It was obvious to see she was worried. Alex really would kill her this time. But this time she had so much more to lose. Jax wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her close to him. “He wont come back baby. He knows I’ll kill him for everything he did to you.” Clay looked at Unser angrily. “And you had no idea about this bitch? Clearly Hale is working with her.” Unser raised his hands in surrender. “Woah just hold on a minute! If your suggesting i knew about this and didnt tell you, your completely wrong. They were here about the blast, thats all i knew!” Clay looked as though he didnt believe a word that came out of his mouth. “Why question Delaney though? It doesnt make sense.” Chibs spoke up. It went quiet as everyone tried to think of why she went after Delaney. What could she possibly achieve by going after her? “She wants information. Even if its something small.” Juice spoke up. “Whats the one thing she can use against us if she only has small bits of information? Where no information is irrelevant or not useful?” The penny dropped. They knew her game. “RICO. Shes using RICO.” Clay slammed his hands on the bar angrily. “THAT BITCH!” Silence quickly filled the clubhouse as the reality of what that meant for everyone sunk in. 

From her place at Jax’s side, Delaney broke the silence. “We need to be smart about every move we make from now on. Atleast while Feds are in town. Gemma you need to get word to Luann that she’ll be watched. Shes an old lady, they’ll think shes privy to everything. Especially with Otto on the inside.” Everyone looked at her in suprise, while Jax looked at her proudly. His woman was so smart. “Over the next few weeks we need to run the garage like clock work. Only legit business in or out. Meaning your gonna have to find somewhere quiet to store and assemble the guns. Juice, pull up a map and start looking for possible places.” Delaney cleared space on the bar for Juice to start his search. “This bitch is smart. She’s gonna pick off the weakest links first. People with the most to lose. People she can blackmail. Ope, As much as i love Donna, she wants you out of Samcro, meaning shes a target for this Bitch. If she can convince Donna she can get you out if they cut a deal, She’ll take it. Get her straight with that.” Turning to Chief Unser, Delaney continued her rant. “And you Chief, i suggest you keep your ears open at the station. You’ll be the one to hear anything first hand. Oh and rein in Your Deputy. Or he’s gonna get that smirk wiped off his face, and not by Jax. By me.” Turning her attention to Gemma and Clay, Delaney smiled wide. “While Juice finds somewhere to store them, The rest of the guys can help Clay and Jax find a way to keep shipments coming in on time without ATF seeing how we get them in. Also need a way to get them out to the buyers without Feds seeing guns for cash. Maybe one location to pick up cash another location to exchange the guns. Either way thats the most important, keeping shipments going out and cash coming in.” Tig cut in once Delaney had finished talking. “And what are you guys gonna do while we do the hard work? sit there and look pretty?” Delaney rolled her eyes at the older man. “Me and Gem have the hardest job ofcourse. Making us all look like one big normal happy family. How you feel about a fundraiser Gem?” at the mention of that Gemma smiled wide. “Im thinking money for the local highschool? new music block maybe?” Gemma wrapped her arm around Delaney and looked to Jax. “See this is why i love her! Shes smart.” Jax grinned at his mom and his woman. God, he loved her. “What are you all standing around for? You have your orders!” Clay pulled himself up from the bar stool and kissed Delaney’s forehead. “You are a blessing to this family. Lets hope your plans work Sweetie.” He kissed Gemma before making his way through the double doors to the meeting room. Gemma wandered off into the kitchen ready to start planning the fundraiser. Jax walked up to Delaney and pulled her to him by his hoodie that she had on. “I love you.” He spoke softly pressing a kiss to her lips. “God, im never gonna get tired of hearing you say that.” Delaney sighed in bliss as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, standing on her tip toes to press another kiss to his lips. “I know our moment got interrupted. But you kinda forgot something.” Jax grinned at her confused expression as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. “I told you this wasnt a spur of the moment decision. Ive been wanting to ask you for a little while. I just never expected to blurt it out in the moment. I wanted to do something special but i was so worried you’d say no.” Jax opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Tears welled in Delaneys eyes for what must have been the thousandth time that day. “I would never say no. We’ve been through alot. Alex. The baby. Now this. But we always do it together. Youre my world, Jaxon.” Jax placed a kiss on her ring finger before sliding the engagement ring on. It fit perfect and Delaney’s breath hitched in her throat. It was official. She was his. 

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x reader #Jax Teller #jax teller imagine #soa fanfiction #soa imagine

[jaxteller87]

Big Papa 4

JAX’S POV

I woke up a little before 9 AM, and I had taken the liberty of restocking the mini fridge on my nightstand. I bought it a few years when Amber was going through her spurts of night sickness, and she needed a drink in the middle of the night. I admit, I used it a time or two myself. After putting a few hundred miles on the bike in a day or a bunch of hours at the garage, it was nice to just roll over and grab a drink from the comfort of my own bed. As I settled back down, Amber was deep in the throes of a vivid dream, and it was the best I could do to guess she was riding a motorcycle, or she was one. All I could hear was the occasional mocked sound of a roaring bike emanating from her mouth. I gently pressed my lips against her cheek, causing her to jolt awake, her eyes fixed on me.

“Hey, you,” she yawned, “Did you manage to get any sleep last night?”

“A few hours. I’m good, darlin’. I promise,” I reassured her. She nestled closer to me, her face finding solace against my bear-like chest.

“Coffee?” I inquired, planting another tender kiss upon her forehead.

“Please, Teller,” she replied, a smile gracing her lips. With that, she moved aside, granting me the freedom to rise and fetch our morning fuel.

“I can’t believe that greedy bastard agreed for you and Opie to use him but plans to keep your ma in the dark about this,” Amber remarked.

“I mean, Clay is Clay, but I don’t recall him being this selfish when we were all growing up.”

“He wasn’t,” I said, quickly retorting my thoughts. “Or maybe he was just better at hiding it than he is now.”

Placing my cup on the nightstand, I handed Amber’s to her. She sipped it as I joined her on the bed. She snuggled against me; her curiosity piqued as she gazed into my eyes.

“So, what do you want to do today?” she asked.

“Well, it’s not going to be too hot today,” I glanced out the window, a playful smile forming on my lips. “How about we take a ride on the bike and find ourselves a quiet spot by the water at the lake?”

“Oh, yes!” she said excitedly, “sounds like a plan to me, babe!”

“That is unless you had enough riding last night?” I smiled.

She stared back at me with a confused look on her face. “But we didn’t do anything last night,” she said cautiously as if she had forgotten.

“Well, before I woke you up there, it sounded like you halfway through with a gun run for the Irish,” I laughed out loud.

“What?” as soon as the word left her lips, it dawned on her that I was referencing the noises she was making in her sleep.

“Oh, you got jokes, Teller! Like you don’t snore!” she playfully slapped me.

“I do have jokes,” he tussled my hair like some scant toddler, “but they’re all brewed from love.”

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked up at me, her excitement contagious. “So, back to that ride then. You think we can go for milkshakes after?” she laughed.

“Please,” I chuckled, unable to resist the radiance of her joy. Without a word, I kissed the tip of her nose, sealing our pact. And so, that’s exactly what we did.

Little did we know, however, that this would be one of our last days together, just the two of us. Later that night, as darkness cloaked us, I finally revealed to Amber that Clay’s plan had received the green light. Opie and I had made it clear that we needed to set our affairs in order before disappearing for two months. At that point, it would be all we could do to prepare for the oncoming storm.

AMBER’S POV

The air crackled with anticipation as everyone gathered at the club, including me and Donna. Something was stirring, an unspoken feeling that today could be the day. The whole event was a haze, and before I knew it, Donna and I found ourselves inside the clubhouse, our eyes darting around as we soaked in the atmosphere. And then, she saw it—the guys leaving, heading outside. A black van pulled up, and my heart skipped a beat as Agent Stahl emerged from the jet-black sedan following behind it.

“Showtime,” Donna whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked onto mine. The guys put on quite a spectacle, and so did we. It wasn’t easy watching Gemma and believing what was unfolding before our eyes. The weight of it all made tears well up in my eyes, and I found solace in wrapping my arms around Teller’s waist.

Agent Stahl, surprising even herself, allowed Donna and me a moment to embrace our husbands before they were taken away. Teller whispered in my ear, his voice a balm to my soul, “It’s going to be okay, my love. I promise.” His lips brushed against the top of my head, and for a brief moment, I clung to that promise amidst the chaos.

As I watched my husband being dragged off into the van along with all the other club members, a wave of nausea crashed into me like a 100 mph tractor-trailer. I felt myself becoming light-headed as I managed to make my way down the hall to Teller’s dorm. The sickness overwhelmed me, and I doubled over, retching into the sink. I was no stranger to puking after all my treatments and procedures, but if this was half of what a broken heart felt like, I knew suffering a full one would kill me. After cleaning myself up, a soft knock on the door startled me. It was good ole Juice, bless his heart.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I know you need a few minutes, but whenever you’re ready, I’m here if you want to go over things.”

“Thanks, Juice. I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied, wiping the mascara-stained tears from my cheeks. This is what it meant to be an ol’ lady. Even in this trying moment, I had to put on a brave face. Once it no longer looked like I had been crying, I stepped outside with Juice and Chibs, who were already engaged in conversation with Gemma and Donna.

“So, the main thing is, I’ll come to the house at sunset, like normal,” Juice explained, trying to help me regain some semblance of normalcy.

“Okay. I’ll cook dinner for us, too. If you’re going to be my babysitter for the next few months, it’s the least I can do,” I hated the feeling of being a burden to anyone, so this was my way to give back and contribute. Juice pretty much lived on protein shakes, energy drinks, fast food, and virtually anything else you could pick up at the gas station. Unless he has the best metabolism in the world or a secret full-proof workout routine, I have no idea how he stayed so fit. The way he eats, you’d think he’d have a body like Piney or Bobby.

Juice laughed nervously. “Jax also mentioned that he wants me to make sure you get to work and back alright,” he added. “Before you freak out, just remember it’s just for a few weeks. To make sure everything is okay.”

“Okay, I’ll go with it. But Juice, if there’s a morning where you can’t tail me, it’s okay. I’m a big girl,” I reassured him, though a trace of worry lingered in my voice.

Later that afternoon, I found myself at home, on our spacious bed, desperately trying to understand what had transpired. I loved our room, but it lacked the charm and comfort without Jax. Our large, dark oak four-poster bed with polished wood gushes elegance but reminds me I’m alone. As I opened the mini fridge to fetch a drink, a small piece of paper slipped out, fluttering to the opulent carpet like one of those seedlings that remind you of a helicopter propeller. I picked it up, and a smile threatened my face. It was a note from my Jax.

“Hey, darlin’, I see you found your first note. I’ve left these little messages around the house for you. I’m just wondering if you found this one first or the one I placed in the bathroom. I know these next two months are gonna feel like an eternity….”

“You’re right,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It IS going to feel like an eternity.” Despite the tears, a laugh escaped my lips. He knew me so well, my ol’ man.

“I love you, darlin’. Stay strong. For me. For us. Yours always, Big Poppa.”

I needed that laugh. I placed the note to my nose, smelling the scent of his cologne. Closing my eyes, I placed it gently on the end table, taking a deep breath as I grabbed his pillow, clutching tightly to my chest. It was the first time I had bawled that hard since my parents passed away a few years back, and yet, at that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and connection.

With tears streaming down my cheeks and a heart heavy with both sorrow and hope, I looked at the picture of us on the dark oak dresser, “I love you too, darlin’.”

#jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x disabled reader

[ramblingdisaster73]

I knew that Owen's scenes would be annoying - but I thought he would be the primary annoying part.

I want to reach through the screen and slap the FBI agent - like I haven't felt like that since Agent Stahl on SOA. I have a feeling that will only intensify when we see the actual episode tonight (& now I desperately hope this wraps up by 4x06.)

Also - I don't hate Owen - I just care about TK & Carlos WAY FUCKING more.

Also - can people stop asking Owen for advice - particularly relationship advice. Just stick to asking him advice on fires & aliens.

#911 lone star season 4 #911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star speculation #ramblings of an overactive brain