Juice kept his baseball hat pulled low over his face as he rode in the passenger's seat of the funeral home van with Bones at the wheel. He had no idea where Bones was taking him, but he kept going farther and farther away from the town into the countryside all the while humming the Mission Impossible theme song and driving him crazy. "Where the hell are we going?" he asked, hoping the question would stop Bones' humming.

"I actually have a house out here. One of the old ranch houses," Bones admitted, scratching at his neck nervously.

He furrowed his brow in confusion. He knew exactly what Bones was talking about; Elliot Oswald lived in one of them. They were huge and spread out. Most of them had room for livestock and horses. Some even had vineyards on them so their owners could dabble in making wine. It was where Charming's wealthier inhabitants lived, and he was surprised to find out Bones owned one of them. "You got a ranch house and you're living in a shitty apartment above a morgue?"

Bones nodded. "It's uh...it's complicated," he stammered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "It's my step dad's place. Or it was, I guess since he...died."

"Oh." Juice grimaced, feeling a little bad about giving the guy shit before. "Sorry to hear that. Your mom and sister, they don't live there either?"

"Um. No. They're uh...they...all three of 'em got in this...insane accident with a drunk driver a few years back," he admitted, his voice cracking a bit. "None of them made it."

Juice's brows furrowed together in total confusion. Bones talked about his little sister all of the time as if she were still around. "Really? But you..."

"I pretend they moved to Florida or something 'cause that's what we were gonna do after I graduated. Makes it easier to deal with," he interrupted quickly. "My dad...step dad...he left everything to me. I wasn't even his kid, but he...just did. Skeeter and Ang did the funeral prep, but she didn't actually go to the funeral. I don't know why but...anyways, I became a little obsessed with death after that so I bugged Skeet to let me help with something, anything. Told him I'd dig graves if he'd let me. He said to wait until I actually graduated from high school and then, it was up to Ang."

Juice felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest at the mention of his wife. He remembered the day she'd prepped Bones' little sister, actually. He'd still been in the hospital after his prison shanking. She'd climbed into bed with him, lay her head on his chest, and asked him to talk to her about absolutely anything. He'd spent a good couple of hours explaining to her the concept of Clear Passages and the different strains of weed and edibles he wanted to sell. She'd listened to every minute of it and afterwards had thanked him for the distraction before making him promise to never talk to her about colonics again. After hearing that Bones had been tied to the case, he wasn't surprised Angela had taken him under her wing; she seemed to do that with anyone who sought out her help. "She took you in."

Bones nodded slowly. "For awhile, I thought it was because she knew what happened. That I was this charity case and that's why she was being so nice to me. She treated me like a little brother 'cause she knew I'd lost my family. But when I finally asked her about it, she had no idea. She really didn't. She just gave me a big hug and then told me to get back to work. We never talked about it again 'n' when I talk about Penny and my parents like they're still around, she goes along with it. Never makes me feel like a...weirdo for it. She's just...a really cool person. And this is corny to say, but I feel lucky to have her in my life. Don't know what I woulda done on my own without her."

He smiled a little as he nodded in agreement. "I know. Feel the same way."

They shared a brief smile as Bones pulled up to a wrought iron entry gate. He typed in the numbers quickly before turning to Juice. "Passcode is 73669. The lights are on timers so don't worry about people seeing them. They're used to it. Not that the neighbors can really see the place anyway couple miles between each of the ranches, but I keep them on to ward off robbers," he explained before nodding at the Escalade in the driveway. "Same with the car. The keys are inside if you need them. I come up here every now and then to start the car and mow the lawn. Give the appearance someone's living here so nothing you do should be too suspicious."

Juice looked at the hacienda style ranch house in utter shock. It was a beautiful place. Not too big, not too small. The kind of house you buy for a growing family. The kind of house he'd love to own with Angela. "Damn, Bones. This place is...you grew up here?"

"Nah. I grew up in the trailer park out by the lumber yard. My mom met Freddy when I was like fourteen and then they got married and we moved in with him when I was like sixteen," he answered on a shrug. He got out of the car and headed to the huge front door, using three different keys to unlock three different locks. "Wait here, let me turn off the alarm."

He waited patiently on the front door step until Bones called him in. Slowly, he stepped inside, taking in his surroundings. The place was a bit of a mess. Dolls and other toys littered the living room floor, there was a mess of old mail on the front table and a newspaper on the dining room table. It was a place that seemed to be frozen in time. "Woah."

"Bedrooms are upstairs. Uh...you can sleep wherever you want. There's a guest one that's nice. Comfy bed. My room's good too just..."

"I won't touch your parents' room," he promised, knowing that's what Bones was trying to work up to. "Or your sister's."

Bones let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Everything else is fair game. I'll get you food and stuff. If the mess bothers you, you can clean. Ang said you had a little...OCD so if it bugs you..."

"She said I had OCD?" Juice asked on a laugh. "Really?"

He blushed a bit, scratching at the back of his neck again. "No. No, of course she didn't. I mean, she may have mentioned it once or twice but...not complaining of course. She loves you. A lot. She just...said you like things clean so if you want to clean things then you can. I can't...with the toys and shit because I keep...I want them to come back, but I think if you did it, it'd be okay. It'd be like my mom did it or something. Does that...does that even make sense?"

He smirked; he knew he drove Angela crazy sometimes with his OCD, but he also knew it entertained her to a certain extent too. She'd move little things around just to see if he'd figure out what she'd touched. That drove him crazy. "Yeah, man. I get it. Thanks for this, Bones," he said, putting the rambling guy out of his misery. "You didn't have to do this."

Bones shrugged a shoulder. "I did. I kind of consider you guys as this weird sort of...family. All three of you. And my family's already been...taken from me once. I don't want it to happen again."

Juice clapped a hand on Bones' shoulder, squeezing it in a comforting gesture. "It won't. I'm not leaving you all behind. I'm gonna find a way to make this work."

"Do I...do I tell Ang you're here? How does that work?"

"Only if you have a death wish," he shot back with a smirk. "Just...let her cool down first. She finds out I'm here, she'll make me leave. Let me figure this shit out and find a way for all of us to leave together, all right? No one gets left behind."

Bones smirked. "Ohana."

Juice blinked at him, a blank look on his face. "I'm sorry, what?"

"'Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.' Like from the Disney movie, Lilo and Stitch. Its Hawaiian."

He looked at him in disbelief. There was no way Bones knew about their plans to go to Hawaii. It was impossible. Him pulling it seemingly out of nowhere had to be a sign that staying in Charming was a smart move. It was too big of a coincidence for it not to be. "Yeah, right. Ohana."

Angela pulled up to the front of the ice cream parlor that was being used for a makeshift clubhouse. Quinn had insisted she follow him there for some reason. She'd been more than happy to go. It gave her a good excuse to get Quinn away from the funeral home so Juice could escape without being caught. She left Evie with Kenny, Bones, and Ellie, who'd shown up after her shift at the Bridal shop. The elder Winston made a comment about how she'd seen all of her uncles outside the parlor hugging Jax as if he were going somewhere. Angela hadn't had time to ask Quinn what that was about; she had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to find out soon though.

She pulled into a parking spot, her heart pounding in her chest as she got out of the car and spotted Happy's bike. Anger, sadness, and utter panic hit her all at the same time. The last time she'd spoken to him was the night before when she'd hung up on him because he'd chosen the club over her. That still stung. She didn't know what, if anything, she was going to say to him. Through the window, she could just make out his form, sitting at the bar with Tig talking to his brother over a beer. What was left of SAMCRO was sitting in the parlor, a sad looking bunch. She looked at Quinn. "What's going on?"

He shook his head slowly and gestured for her to go inside. "C'mon. You'll find out soon enough," he said, gently nudging her forward.

Angela clenched her hands into fists to keep them from shaking as she walked inside. Her eyes met Happy's first, and she was shocked to find a look of relief cross over his face at the sight of her. It was a strange expression for him and it brought along with it a sense of foreboding that made her a little anxious. What had happened?

Chibs stepped around the bar to greet her with Thomas in his arms. Thomas reached out his arms for her, his little hands grabbing for her. She took him easily, settling him against her hip and kissing his forehead. "Hey Tommy boy. You've gotten so big, you handsome dude," she cooed to him before nodding to Chibs. "What's going on, Chibbies?"

Bobby took Thomas away from her as if he knew whatever the answer was, she shouldn't be holding him for it, the boy wriggled around in his grasp, reaching out for her again and whining. The sound of it broke her heart, and she tried to get him back only to have Bobby walk away from her. Chibs clapped a hand on her shoulder, squeezing just a bit. "C'mon, love, don't want the boys to hear this," he stated, nodding to the back stairs.

Angela swallowed hard as she followed him up to the chapel. He unlocked the door, holding it open and letting her walk in before him. "Chibs, if this is about Juice..." she started, turning around to face him, uncomfortable with having him behind her.

" 's not. Not today," he said with a shake of his head. "You're going to want to be sitting down for this."

She stared at the Reaper carved into the big redwood table for a moment before shaking her head; she didn't want to be anywhere near the thing. It stood for everything she and Juice were trying to be free of. "I'm fine," she insisted before taking in a deep breath. "What's going on?"

"Jax found Tara 'n' one of Roosevelt's sergeants dead in their house," Chibs told her, his dark eyes studying her face.

Angela gasped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her heart pounded in her chest. "Are you...are you serious?" she asked around the lump in her throat. At Chibs' nod, she shook her head in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes. "What happened?"

"Not sure yet. All we know righ' now is it was a gruesome scene. They already took Jax to county. Roosevelt called us to make sure we stayed put for questionin'. All of us."

And Quinn needed to be there for that, she realized on a frown which meant there'd be no one left to watch her. It also revealed that Chibs was of the same mind as Jax in that she needed to be watched which meant Juice was in as much danger with Jax in county as he was with Jax out of county. Thankfully, he was long gone by now, waiting for her somewhere safe and out of Charming. "Jesus Christ," she murmured, raking a hand through her hair.

"Coroner took Tara. Said they have to wait 'til tomorrow to do some type of exam..."

"Autopsy," she corrected numbly as her brain quickly switched into work mode. She could deal with this better as a mortician than as a friend. It was a lot easier to remove herself from the emotional aspect of it and focus on the work she'd have to do. "Yeah. It uh...it's a homicide so they'll be taking all sorts of evidence. Might not be able to give her a service for a day or two. I'll call the Coroner's office, make sure they call me as soon as they're done so I can get started."

"All righ'," he stated on a nod. "You're willin' to help us then?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, tilting her head to the side a bit. "I'm helping Tara," she corrected. "I'm doing this for my friend. She deserves the best."

"Aye, she does," he agreed before clearing his throat. "Ye seen Juice anywhere? He's the only one we can't find."

Angela felt a thrill of triumph at the fact that her plan had worked; no one knew where Juice was. "Last I saw him was at the funeral home. He came by to check in on us," she replied honestly. If she lied and said she didn't know, it'd turn Juice into a suspect. Now, she'd given him an alibi. It helped that the funeral home had cameras everywhere to support her. Juice had taught her how to edit the tape too, so she could mess with it to show him coming and going.

"Then where did he go?"

"Said he was heading out to clear his head."

Chibs made a doubtful noise, shaking his head. "I'm not goin' to press ye today, after everythin' we've been through. But I'm gonna need to know eventually, love."

"Okay. Hopefully, he'll be back by then," she replied on a shrug. If he pressed her on it, she could honestly say she didn't know where he was. She had to keep that ignorance. If she did know, Happy would see the lie written all over her face and call her on it.

He narrowed his eyes at her in response. "Yeah, hopefully," he repeated, though it was clear he didn't believe her. "Sheriff's goin' to want to question him too. Don't want to make him a suspect, do ye?"

"Do you honestly think Juice would kill Tara?" Angela asked her dark eyes fierce.

Chibs shrugged a shoulder. "Didn't think he would kill the kid's mum either," he replied coldly. "Ye hear from him, ye tell him to come here. Understand?"

Like hell she would, but she played it cool. No use putting on the defensive if it wasn't needed just yet. Chibs didn't know Juice was running. If she acted like he'd call at any minute, maybe it'd keep them from going after her husband for a bit. "Sure," she said on a nod.

"Good girl," he said, nodding to her before opening the door and gesturing for her to leave.

Angela sucked in a deep breath as she headed towards the door, looking anywhere but at Chibs. As she stepped off the last step, she spotted Thomas and Abel. Tears sprung to her eyes before she could stop them as she thought of them growing up without Tara. Shaking her head, she walked towards the kitchen doors, heading for the back alley so she could have a minute to herself. She wouldn't break down in front of those assholes, wouldn't let them see her cry.

Sitting down on the back step, she put her head in her hands and let out a sob. Tara was gone. All of her efforts to escape SAMCRO had been for naught. She'd been so close to getting free, so close to having a new life with her sons. So close yet still so far. Angela's heart ached with the thought that her goal wasn't so different from Tara's. She wanted out too. The only thing that was different was Juice wanted to go with her. Would her fate be the same as Tara's?

She took in a deep breath, reigning in her feelings as she looked up at the sky. "You deserved better, T. I'm so sorry," she rasped, wiping at her tears. With a deep sigh, she stood and headed back inside, determined to at least provide the Teller boys with some much needed attention at least until Gemma showed up.

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Happy watched his cousin playing with Thomas from his spot at the bar, willing her to look at him. When she'd first walked in, Angela had barely acknowledged his presence. Now, she was completely ignoring him. He was tempted to go over there and force her to talk to him, but he had a feeling it wouldn't end well. Quinn sat down next to him, gesturing for Chucky to bring them both beers. "She staying here?" Happy asked the bigger man.

Quinn took a long pull of his beer and nodded. "I got to stay here, so she's got to stay too."

"Chibs got you tailin' her 'cause a Tara?"

"Not quite sure why I'm tailin' her. Jax wanted it done, and I know the kid's got a habit of gettin' into trouble, so I figured it can't hurt," he explained on a shrug. "Talk to her. She needs you."

"She's got a husband for that," he muttered, watching as she picked up a crayon and started coloring with Abel, Thomas still on her lap. Watching her like that brought him back to when she was little and it was him coloring with her on his lap.

"He's runnin'. Hopefully long gone by now," Quinn said before taking a long pull on his beer. At Happy's curious look, he shrugged. "Knew he was at the funeral home. If he's smart, he'll leave. Dunno why Jax is after him, but 'til I know the facts, I ain't gonna get in the way. 's only gonna hurt her. She don't deserve that."

Happy raised his eyebrows in shock. He couldn't believe the big man at his side had just let Juice go. "You sure that was the right move?"

"Felt right," he answered on a shrug. "Go talk to her. I'll grab the brats."

"Thanks," he muttered, getting off of the stool and heading over to her. Quinn got Abel's attention with an offer to let him sit on his bike. Angela pressed a kiss to Thomas's head before handing him over to Quinn while Happy slid into the booth across from her. "Where's the brat?" the Tacoma killer asked.

"At the funeral home with Bones," Angela answered, still coloring whatever it was she'd been working on earlier instead of looking at him.

"You okay?" he asked, studying her face for a moment. To the world, it would seem she had her shit together, that she was fine, but he saw the small cracks in the wall she put up. He could see the pain in her eyes, the sadness in the small lines on her face, and the exhaustion in the dark circles under her eyes.

She nodded quickly. "Fine."

"Don't look it."

She finally met his gaze, her eyebrow raising just a bit. "How am I supposed to look when one of my friends was just murdered?" she shot back.

He fought the urge to smirk at the sassy retort. Angela was always quick with the biting one-liners. She often had him and Koz snickering about something she'd said. "That the only thing buggin' ya?"

Her jaw clenched a bit before she shrugged. "Sure."

"Surprised the idiot's not here," he baited, realizing his mistake the second he saw her dark eyes flash with anger.

"You really want to go there now, Hap?" she seethed.

Happy met her stare head on. He'd already said it, couldn't take it back now without apologizing, and he sure as hell wasn't going to do that. He wanted to know what was going on with her more for his own sanity than to help out the club this time. He just wanted some assurance that she was okay. "You gotta let me in, kid. I can't help you if I don't know where your heads at."

"How is knowing where Juice is at all helpful in that respect?" she challenged.

He shrugged a shoulder. "Lately, he's where your heads at."

"He's my husband," she said as if it was the most obvious answer. "Look, I'm tired of all this bullshit. You want to know where Juice is? Stop trying to manipulate me and just fucking ask already. I'm tired of going around in circles with you. The more circles you go in, the more it hurts."

Happy considered her offer tempted to accept it and just flat out ask, but he also knew doing that would drive a wedge in between them that he wasn't sure they could get over. It was one thing to accidentally put the club before her like he'd done the night before; it was another thing entirely to do it intentionally. "Okay," he said on a nod, watching fear come into her eyes. She was afraid he was going to ask her, but he wouldn't. Instead, he stood, moving over to the other side of the table leaning over to kiss her temple. "Love you, kid."

A small smile spread across her face. "Love you too, Hap," she replied, her shoulders sagging in relief. "Thanks."

He squeezed her shoulder remembering what Chloe had told him over and over again. "Family first."