Angela woke up to the sound of Juice's phone ringing. He, as usual, was still snoring away. It surprised her how used to the sound she was. She'd always been a light sleeper, but for some reason, his snores never bothered her. His snoring was comforting in a strange way and those nights when he'd been in St. Thomas, she'd found it hard to sleep without it.

She slid a leg over his torso, leaning over and trailing kisses down his neck, gently nipping at the skin there. He moaned, his hands trailing down the smooth skin of her back, though his eyes stayed closed. She laughed lightly, moving her kisses up to his ear. "Vamonos Juan Carlos," she purred in his ear, giggling when his hand slipped down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. "C'mon baby, wake up. Your phone is ringing."

"Stupid phone," he grumbled opening one eye and reaching for it. He held it up to his ear, only half listening as he tried to keep Angela from getting out of bed. She managed to slide off him, but he was quick, lunging over the bed to catch her by hooking one finger around the strap of her panties. She tried to pry his hand away, but he held strong. "Uh-huh...okay...yeah. Be right there," he said, hanging up the flip phone with a slap. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked her, tugging her closer.

Angela laughed, falling back down onto the empty side of the bed, her head landing against his side. He took her hand in his, lacing his long fingers through hers. "Don't you have to go, baby?" she asked, glancing up at him.

He sighed and nodded. "Shower?"

She gave him a sexy little grin. "Yes please."

After a long, hot shared shower, Juice watched Angela get dressed for the day in the clothes he'd shoved into her bag. She laughed as she pulled out a particularly skimpy tank top. "Seriously, Juice?"

"What? I grabbed what I could," he said with an innocent smile. "Hap was rushin' me!"

She rifled through the bag some more, pulling out a shiny silver bikini. "Are we going swimming anytime soon?"

He gave her a wolfish grin. Honestly, he didn't know anyone who owned a swimming pool in Charming, but he saw the silver fabric in her drawer and was dying to see it on her. "Oops."

"Goof." Angela shook her head at him before pulling out a decent black cami with lace detailing around the neckline and paired it with her jeans from the night before.

It was much too early to eat, so they left without getting food knowing there'd be more than enough for them at the clubhouse. However, much to her surprise, they didn't drive to the clubhouse. Instead, they arrived at the Charming police station.

"Gotta wait to hear news from Unser," Juice explained pulling her towards where Chibs was sitting on a cop car. She nodded, relieved to see Lyla there as well, her arm around Opie. The blonde gave her a small wave and a smile before cuddling closer to the large man at her side.

"Mornin' Angie girl," Chibs said, clapping her on the shoulder.

Angela gave him a smile. "Hey Chibs."

Juice took a seat on the cop car next to the Scot before pulling Angela to stand between his legs, his chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against him, her head against his, sliding on her aviators so she could get away with closing her eyes.

He felt her get heavier against him and fought the urge to smile when he realized she had dozed off. He couldn't blame her; she wasn't used to going to sleeping at the crack of dawn and getting up only a few hours later like he was. But she never once complained when he woke her up before he left or when he got to her place late. She just went with the flow of things.

Unser stepped out and Juice squeezed her side to wake her up. "C'mon baby," he whispered, gently pushing her to move before grabbing her hand and leading her up the stairs.

Angela only half listened to what Unser was talking about. She recognized just one name, Stahl. Apparently, the agent was questioning someone about something and they were all waiting for that someone to be released. "Sorry," the Chief muttered before going back into the police station.

Juice turned to Angela, taking her face in a hand and gently kissing her. "Go ahead with Lyla. I'll meet you at the clubhouse later," he whispered, his thumb tracing over her cheek.

"Yeah," she said on a sigh. "Be safe, Juice."

"Yeah, 'course," he said on a shrug. He smiled when her eyebrows drew together in concern, forming a small wrinkle in her forehead. "Don't worry so much, Angel. Everything will turn out okay."

The feeling something bad was going to happen twisted her stomach into knots, but she nodded anyway. "Okay."

He kissed her once more before pushing her towards where Lyla was waiting by the Cadillac. Gemma and Tara had gone back in the Cutlass, but since Lyla had taken the kids to the clubhouse earlier, she had her own car. Angela slid into the front passenger's seat, tilting her head back as she sighed.

"Do you have a bad feeling about this too?" Lyla asked as she started up the car.

Angela nodded, pushing her sunglasses into her hair and rubbing at her tired eyes. "Yeah."

"You know what they're doing?"

"Nah," she said, shaking her head. "You?"

"No," Lyla said on a shrug. "I'm not sure I really want to know, anyway."

She nodded in agreement, though she had to admit, she was slowly working things out. Whoever they were going to up against had been the ones who hurt Gemma, and she was willing to bet it had something or other to do with those white guys that had shown up at Bobby's party. "The less we know, the better."

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Angela was bored out of her mind waiting at the clubhouse for the guys to get back. Lyla was busy talking to another Croweater about the porn industry, Gemma and Tara were running errands, and all the kids were sitting watching a movie. She felt like a little kid with no one to play with. Taking out her cellphone, she decided to call up Skeeter.

"Dubrowski's funeral home, this is Skeeter," he answered sounding bored.

"Hey Skeet," she said on a sigh, lazily running her finger over the lip of her coffee mug. "How are things over there?"

"Pretty dead," Skeeter replied, chuckling at his own wit. "No pun intended."

She groaned, rolling her eyes at him. He tried to work bad death puns into every conversation they had. "That joke gets old, you know, Skeet," she teased.

"Does it?" he asked on a laugh. "Dunno why things are so slow. Feels like the calm before the storm, y'know?"

She raked her hand through her hair nervously, her stomach churning at the idea. She already had a bad feeling about the day; she didn't need Skeeter to add onto it. "Don't say that."

"Sorry, sweetheart. How are things on your end?"

"Boring," she answered honestly, drumming her fingers on the table. "I'm sorry for doin' this to you, Skeeter. I really didn't want to go."

"Two days ain't nothing, Ang. If it keeps you safe, it's all right with me. Like I said, not much is goin' on here anyways."

Angela sighed. "Thanks, Skeet."

"Anytime, darlin'. I'll see you soon."

"I hope so," she said before hanging up. She glanced around the room. Kozik was busy on guard duty, so he couldn't entertain her either.

Thankfully, Ellie walked over, scrambling up onto the stool beside her. Angela held out her hands, palms up and Ellie placed her hands over them so they could play the reflex game. Angela tried to hit Ellie's hands before the girl pulled them away. "Do you think we'll be able to go home today?"

"I sure hope so," Angela said on a sigh. "How are things going with Lyla?"

Ellie smiled widely. "I like her. She's real nice."

"See? I told you so."

"She makes my Pop happy," the young girl said softly. "He hangs around with us more when she's at the house. We watched Horton Hears a Who together the other day."

She grinned in return, happy Ellie liked Lyla. Opie needed someone like Lyla in his life and, truth be told, so did the kids. Angela could only do so much, but her role was more of an older sister than mother and the kids needed a mother. "That's great, El."

It was then that the boys walked in, looking ready to kick some ass. She scanned the crowd for Juice, feeling sick to her stomach when she didn't see him among them. "Hap?" she asked, catching his attention as he walked by.

He stopped, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze. "He's fine. Get the kid outta here."

Angela nodded, sliding off the barstool and pushing Ellie over to where the other kids were. She went to stand by Lyla. A few minutes later, Opie strode in with Jax and Chibs and Lyla left her side to go hug him. Angela felt a pang in her chest when she saw Opie pull the little blonde in close to his chest, holding her there tightly as the other brothers greeted each other.

A few told Jax they were proud of him, though Angela had no idea what for. She was more concerned about Juice. Happy could swear to her up and down that he was okay, but she was finding it hard to believe without Juice being there in front of her.

"So where are we at?" Jax asked the group.

"Puerto Rican's watching Zobelle," Bobby stated looking directly at Angela.

She gave him a small smile, thankful for the assurance. Happy's definition of "fine" was vastly different from hers. To Happy, being "fine" meant you were breathing. You could be busted up and bleeding and still be fine as long as you were alive. To hear Juice was helping the club out by watching someone put her at ease; injured people didn't get put on watch duty.

Angela was so wrapped up in her own thoughts; she missed the rest of the conversation. It wasn't until Lyla bumped hips with her that she snapped out of it. Watching with a small smile on her face as the brothers all raised their shot glasses to the 'Sons', taking one quick shot before disappearing into the chapel.

Lyla sighed as she leaned her head against Angela's shoulder. "I feel sick," the blonde said, wrinkling her nose.

"Saw you runnin' to the bathroom," Angela said in a low voice. "Somethin' goin' on?"

"I'm late," Lyla admitted softly.

Angela's eyes widened as she looked at Lyla. She didn't have to ask if it was Opie's, she knew Lyla was loyal to him despite her job. "Shit."

Lyla nodded in agreement. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as the men flooded out of the chapel, toting guns the likes of which Angela had only seen in movies. Happy nodded to his cousin, clapping her on the shoulder on his way out. He had his usual Glock's in hand, a bulletproof vest strapped to his chest reminding her that even though she liked to think Happy was a superhero, he wasn't actually bulletproof. She nodded back, sucking in a shaky breath as she tried to push away the awful feeling in her gut.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she headed towards the bar needing something—anything—to calm her nerves. The Croweater behind standing there gave her a grim smile. "Shot, sweetie?"

She nodded. "Tequila, please."

"I gotcha," she murmured pouring them both a shot of Patron. At Angela's eyebrow raise, she shrugged. "No one should drink alone."

"Thanks," Angela said, clinking her glass with the other woman's before downing the shot. Glancing at the front door, she said a silent prayer for the boys, hoping they'd all return home safely.

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Juice parked his Dyna in front of the clubhouse feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Half-Sack was dead and Abel...Cameron had taken Abel. The sound of Jax's screams as the Irishman sailed away with his son still rang in Juice's ears. He just couldn't believe it.

He walked into the clubhouse behind his brothers, his eyes scanning the crowd looking for one face. She was sitting at the bar, staring at the front door, no doubt looking for him. Their eyes met and Angela slid off the bar stool, pushing her way through the crowd to get to him, her eyes never leaving his.

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close to her. Juice hugged her back tightly, burying his face into her neck and inhaling her warm scent. "Let's go," she whispered into his ear, her voice cracking slightly. He pulled away and saw the tears shining in her eyes; she'd heard already.

Juice gently cupped the side of her face in a hand, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to her lips. "Yeah," he whispered, taking her hand and leading her out to his bike. Starting an e-search for Abel now would be useless. There was nothing to trace, no way to find out where he was if Cameron was still on the water.

He rode to what he now considered "their" mountain. They sat down at the very edge, his tears coming down before he could stop them. Angela wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head into her chest as he cried. He slid his arms around her, holding onto her tightly and taking comfort in her embrace.

Angela's heart broke even more as she held him. Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to the top of his mowhawk, her own tears falling down her face. She couldn't believe it. When Happy had told her about Kip, about Abel, she'd stared at him like he was a crazy person. It wasn't until she saw Juice walk in with that broken look on his face that she truly believed what her cousin had said was true. Kip's death hit her harder than she would've thought. He'd been such a sweet, genuine guy. All laughs and smiles in his Captain America t-shirt. And Abel...she didn't even want to think about the sweet baby boy she'd been playing with just the day before...

Juice sucked in a shaky breath, wiping at his tears as he lift his head and shifted positions so he could see her face. "Sorry," he muttered, feeling like a baby.

"Don't be," she whispered. The moonlight caught the wet trail of tears on her cheeks making them glisten. He reached out a hand to gently wipe them away before draping his arm over her shoulder. She sniffled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I can't believe it."

"I know," he agreed on a nod. "If we had gotten there just a little earlier..."

"Don't," she cut him off, lifting her head to look up at him. "Don't do that to yourself, Juice. It won't bring them back."

Juice swallowed hard as he shook his head, trying to stop himself from thinking about the "what ifs" but failing miserably. "What if we don't find..."

She took his face in her hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips to shut him up. "You're going to find him, Juice," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears. "No kid has had a better chance of being found than Abel. He's got a whole clubhouse filled with crazy Uncles ready to kill that asshole who took him. Its not going to be easy, but you'll find him. You're smart as hell, Juice. I know you'll find a way."

He sighed as her word sunk in, the weight on his shoulders easing slightly as he realized she was right. If anyone had a good chance at being found, it'd be Abel. The club would use any resource they had to get to him.

Once again, she'd been able to comfort him, to make him feel better in a shitty situation. He leaned over and gave her one long, soulful kiss, trying to express his feelings for her in the simple action. She responded in kind, her lips molding against his to fit them perfectly as they always did. She sighed as he broke the kiss, his lips pressing soft kisses to her nose, cheek, and temple before he pulled her in tighter against him. "Thank you," he whispered, lips at her ear.

She turned her head, giving him a soft smile as she stroked his cheek. "Not needed," she replied.

Juice kissed her once more. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Angel."

Her smile grew a little as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. "How 'bout we don't find out anytime soon?"