Angela stared out the front window of the rental car, her mind racing. She had one wrist handcuffed to the door handle. Mel had put the damn child lock on which meant she couldn't open it from the inside. She knew because she'd tried it at the last red light. Luckily, Mel hadn't noticed, he was too immersed in his own head to pay much attention to her ironically. Though he had made a good choice putting the child lock on, he'd failed to change his rental car which was a huge mistake. She was pretty sure everyone in Charming had seen the ugly green sedan. It was a small ray of hope. Juice had the skills to trace the car and would find them easily...if he knew to look, that is. The fact she wasn't sure he was out looking terrified her. What if he thought she'd left him? If she came home and saw the house in the state it was in, she sure as hell would've believed that.

Pushing that thought from her mind, she looked around the car, trying to think of other ways to escape. Save for the growing baby in her belly, she was alone this time which meant escaping would be much easier. She didn't have many options at the moment. Mel was flying down the highway at an unprecedented speed. Her hand itched to reach out and grab the wheel, start an accident so the authorities would be alerted, but at his current velocity, an accident of any sort was sure to either kill them or the innocent people in whatever car was involved, a risk she wasn't willing to take.

Breathing in a deeply, she tilted her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. She was doing her best to keep calm, to think ahead like Happy had told her to. She had her phone and her knife in the bag at her feet. If Mel got violent, at least they were within arm's reach, handcuffs or not. Sneaking a peek over at him, she wondered what brought him to this. What made him so desperate? She knew he was on drugs but which kind and from where? Had he sought them out?

"Why are you doing this, Mel?" she asked calmly, turning her head to look at him. They'd been on the road for awhile now and whatever drugs he'd taken had to be wearing off a little. Maybe now she could actually talk some sense into him. Make him see what he was doing was wrong.

"I told you why," Mel answered, staring determinedly at the road. "We're meant to be, Gee. I'm going to make you happy. We're going to be a family. It'll be just like it was back in Tacoma. One, big happy family."

Angela frowned at his words. He wanted a family. She knew that was at the heart of this whole thing. Kozik had been the only family he had left and without him, Mel had to be feeling a little lost. "This is about Koz, isn't it? About losing your own family?" she questioned softly. She watched him flinch at the question and knew she'd hit the nail on the head. "We'll still be like a family. Another uncle to add on."

"Screw that," he muttered, pressing a little harder on the accelerator.

"This isn't how you start a family, Mel. This isn't right," she said forcefully.

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles white. "How the hell else am I supposed to do it, Gee? Huh?" he shouted, his eyes angry as they looked over at her. "Not like I could just win you over! You're stubborn as hell! So I'm pulling you outta there just like they got you from Oakland. If it worked then, it'll work now."

She couldn't believe his logic! As forceful as Happy and Kozik had been when they'd practically abducted her and took her to Oakland, they'd never put a gun in her face. Had never threatened her life. "That was totally different, Mel! Hap wanted what's best for me!"

"So do I!"

Angela gritted her teeth together, pushing back the angry slew of words threatening to burst out. Arguing with him was futile. He had this idea in his head and whatever angle she came at it from, it kept circling back to the same conversation. Mel was under the delusion he was saving her life. That this was what was best for her. He couldn't be more wrong. "I have to pee."

"What?"

"I have to pee. I'm fucking pregnant and I have to pee," she repeated angrily, coloring her words with curses because she knew he hated them. "You want me to go in the fucking car?"

Mel shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge tell her to stop swearing. "No. What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know. How about you pull over somewhere?" she replied as if he was an idiot.

He sighed, pulling over at a small park. He uncuffed her, brandishing his gun as he watched her rummage in her bag for her sweatshirt. She slipped it over her shoulders and zipped it up. It said SAMTAC across the chest. When he got closer to her, he could smell just the slightest hint of his brother's cologne. "That Koz's?" he asked, his tone softer than it had been all night.

Angela tugged the hood over her head, shoving her hands deep into the pockets. She felt the cool metal of her cell phone against her palm and sighed. "Yeah. Spent a lot of time at our place since he didn't have his own in Charming," she explained, leaving out the part where he practically lived with her the fourteen months while the boys were in jail. She knew mentioning their jail time would only add fuel to Mel's fire.

"The idiot okay with that?" Mel asked as he walked with her towards the playground they'd stopped at. He hoped the bathrooms there were open and somewhat clean or else he'd have to stop somewhere else and every stop just brought them closer to being found.

"Why wouldn't he be?" she shot back, giving him a sideways glance. "Out of all the guys I've ever been with, you were the only one who had a problem with our relationship."

He was surprised by that. While in Tacoma, Kozik and Angela had been close. Annoyingly close. For awhile, they did everything together. Her excuse was she was making sure he stayed clean, but Mel never believed that. It was another reason their relationship had ended so prematurely the first time; he couldn't deal with it, and she got tired of his constant questions. This time around, he'd be better especially since Kozik wasn't in the picture anymore. It'd be a lot easier for them to just be happy. "Must be a brother thing."

Angela rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him. "Whatever. You gonna let me pee?"

Mel sighed as he nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll be out here."

She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it tightly behind her and leaning against it with a sigh. Pulling out the small phone, she quickly unlocked it. She tried Juice first, her stomach churning with each ring of the phone.

Juice felt his phone vibrate from deep within his cut. He knew it wasn't safe to answer while riding, but he also knew Angela had her phone and if she'd risk calling him, he could risk answering it. Grabbing his phone, he checked the caller ID before pulling off to the side of the road. "Angel?" he asked, his heart beating fast in his chest. "Baby, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she said in a rushed whisper. "He took me at gunpoint, Juice. I didn't leave, I swear. I wouldn't..."

"I know. I saw the video. Where are you? Do you know where you're going?"

"At a park somewhere off the highway. He's crazy, Juice. I've never seen him like this. I don't know what to do," she replied, her voice shaking.

"Keep calm, baby. I'm coming to get you."

"Gee! You almost done in there?" Mel's voice came over the phone.

"Shit," she cursed before telling him she was almost done. "Juice, I love you. Don't forget that."

Juice felt a lump rise in his throat at her choice of words. He'd said the same thing to her the night he was going to kill himself. "Don't say it like that. This isn't goodbye, Angel. I will find you. I promise. Keep fighting. Keep stalling. Don't give up."

"Okay, baby," she said, her voice a bit stronger now. There was a loud crash followed by her cursing.

"Is that a phone?" Mel's voice came clearly over the speaker. "What the hell are you doing, Geela? Who are you talking to?"

"I'm just using the light," she tried lamely.

Juice could hear a scuffling sound, heard her gasp in pain. "Angel!" he shouted, pressing his phone harder to his ear, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. Another loud grunt, this one came from Mel. He glanced at Happy who gestured for the phone. He didn't oblige him, there was no way he was going to let go of this call.

Happy watched Juice's face change as he listened to the phone, his fingers clenched around the plastic phone in a white knuckled grip. He desperately wanted to know what was going on, how he could stop it, but he was helpless from the other end of a phone. Instead he gestured to Tig. "You and me," he said heading back to his bike.

"Keep ridin'?" Tig asked, waiting for Happy's nod of confirmation before getting back on his bike. He nodded towards Chibs. "You hear anythin' new, you call."

Chibs nodded for him. "Go get her. Bring 'er home," he said, leaning back against the back of his bike, his eyes on Juice. The young man looked torn between punching a wall and crying. "What's goin' on, Juicy?"

He shook his head in response. Not daring to say anything out of fear he'd miss something on the other end. He heard Mel grunt followed by the loud sound of feet slapping against concrete. "Juice?" her voice came across, shaking. She was running.

"I'm here, Angel. Not goin' anywhere. Run fast. Get somewhere safe."

"Okay," she breathed in response. "Phone...pocket...easier."

He understood what she was saying between her heavy breathing. She was going to put her phone in her pocket so she could run faster. "I got it. Run, baby. Fast as you can."

That's when he heard it, the loud boom of a gunshot. "Shit!" she shouted, though the sound of her feet hitting pavement did not falter. She wasn't hit. "Motherfucker shot at me!"

Juice was surprised at the outright anger in her voice. He thought she would be scared as hell, but she sounded pissed. Another shot rang out and he heard her gasp. His heart pounded in his chest as everything went quiet. "Angel!" he shouted as he ran to his bike, ready to get on it. "C'mon baby."

He heard her groan, another gasp escaping her lips. "Oh shit," she grunted, her words coming out choked. "You fucking asshole! You actually hit me!" she snarled and Juice could picture her glaring up at Mel.

"It's for your own good. Give me that," Mel's voice said muffled briefly before it came over the speaker loud and clear. "You want her to live? I suggest you stay away. If I can't have her, no one can."

Then the line went dead.

Juice frantically tried to call it again, only for it to go straight to voicemail. He dialed again, over and over, always getting the same message. "Shit," he breathed. He glanced over at Chibs who was on his phone, a frown on his face. He shook his head, muttered something to the person on the other line and snapped it shut. Juice had a feeling he knew what the call was about.

"Filthy lost the trail. Said the tracer was turned off," Chibs explained, confirming what he already suspected.

A sense of dread filled him, squeezing his heart and making it hard for him to breathe. "We're going to find her, Chibs," he practically growled. "And when we do, he's going to pay."

Chibs watched as Juice stalked to his bike, a sense of purpose in his walk. Juice rarely looked dangerous, most of the time they played him off as harmless, but there was a certain fire in his eyes that showed why Juice was a Son. They could call him an idiot all day, but he wasn't. He was a Son, and he protected what was his just like they all did. Chibs had never been prouder to call Juice his brother.

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Happy and Tig finally rolled up to the park Phil had given them the address for while Juice had been on the phone. A few streetlamps provided spots of light throughout the park but not enough for them to really see anything. Happy pulled out one of his Glocks and confidently strode towards the bathroom. It had to be the reason they pulled off. Mel wouldn't stop otherwise. Tig stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, his clear blue eyes focused on the cement. Happy followed his gaze to the bloody footprint on the ground. It was a bare footprint, too small to be Mel's. "You think she shot him?" Tig asked as they followed the trail to a puddle of blood.

"No," Happy muttered, trying to steady the rapid beating of his heart as he saw bloody hand prints next to the puddle. The hand prints were small and smeared as if she'd been trying to get away. "He shot her."

"She was walkin' though. Can't have been too bad, right?" Tig asked, studying the evidence left behind.

Happy nodded in agreement, touching a finger to the stain. "Still wet. Can't have been too long ago," he said more to himself than to Tig.

Tig wasn't listening anyway. His eyes were drawn to something laying in the dark. "Aw shit," he said, leaning down to pick up the broken cell phone. He tried to turn it on but all he got was a blank screen. "Lost the trace."

"Damn," Happy cursed, shaking his head. He stalked towards the bathroom, determined to see if there was anything there. All he found was some blood, considerably less than on the sidewalk. A much larger bloody handprint was on the door, a few drips by the sink. He got a feeling it was Mel that was bleeding here. Girl probably went for his nose, if she'd done as he'd taught her, she probably broke it too. Her flip flops were just inside the door as if she'd kicked them off before she made her escape. Another smart move; she ran faster without them.

"How we gonna find her?" Tig asked, glancing at Happy. The Tacoma killer's jaw was ticking like mad. He was clearly pissed off. If Mel was lucky, he'd be dead before Hap got his hands on him. Tig hoped that wasn't the case; he'd grown to like the undertaker and wanted to see the man who took her punished. "Our only hacker is out huntin'."

The sound of motorcycles filled the air. Chibs and Juice had arrived. Happy turned, watching as the idiot started to run towards them. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the dark spot on the pavement. "Oh shit," he breathed, squatting down to touch it. His panicked eyes looked up at Happy. "He shot her."

"You hear it?"

Juice nodded, swallowing hard for a minute. "She tried to get away, was runnin', and he..."

"Tried to stop her," Happy finished, his frown deepening. "Found her phone. Best if you go back."

"I'm not going anywhere," Juice said, straightening up. If Hap thought he was going to leave them to it, he was insane. There was no way he was going back to Charming. Not without his girl. "I'm going to find her."

"Best way to do that is back home. Can't nobody else use that fuckin' computer," Happy said, a challenge in his eyes as he stepped closer to Juice. He was taller than the other man, more experienced in combat. There was no question who would win in a fight between them. "Best chance she's got."

Juice didn't back down, though a part of him knew he was right. "Fuck that. I'll find her. She's my Old Lady."

"Funny, didn't see her crow," Happy spat, knowing it was a low blow but using it nonetheless. He was in the mood to hurt someone, and Juice was the easiest person at the moment.

"She's pregnant with my kid!" he shot back.

The Tacoma Killer shrugged. "Don't mean she's yours."

Chibs held out an arm, holding Juice back just as he lunged for Happy. "'Ey! Easy there! Fightin' isn't goin' to help us find her! Relax!" His phone went off and he reached into his pocket to answer it, careful to stay in between the two men to keep them from killing each other.

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It was the wee hours of the morning, the sun had just barely started to rise when Bones' phone woke him up. It was an unknown number, probably from some type of pre-paid cell phone like the calls Angela was always getting. Sighing, he reached out a hand to pick it up. "Yeah," he grunted into the phone.

"It's Phil," came the response. "From the club."

"Oh. Hi," he replied, a little surprised by the call. He'd talked to the large prospect a few times about geeky things but not enough to expect a phone call. He didn't even remember giving him his phone number. "What's up?"

"You're a hacker, right?"

Bones rubbed at his eyes as he yawned. Was he? It was too early for him to remember. "Sure," he answered around another yawn.

"Angela's been kidnapped. Juice is out lookin', and the tracker we had on her is out. I'm not good with computers, man. Figured you might help," he explained quickly.

"I'll be over in a second," he said, slipping on his shoes and throwing a hoodie and leaving the house still dressed in his Star Trek themed pajama pants. He didn't give a shit. If Angela was in trouble, he was going to help as best he could. He slid into his old ass Jetta and drove like a mad man to Angela's place. He'd only been there once before and he hadn't gone inside. After ringing the doorbell once, the door flew open to reveal an Asian guy in a cut. Bones nodded to him. "Sup? Phil here?"

The man looked him over, his eyes lingering on the Star Trek pajamas. "You must be the geek."

"That's me." He held back a sarcastic comment as he followed the guy into the house, all the while staring at the prospect patch on the bottom of his cut. Growing up in Charming, Bones was well aware of the Sons and their doings. They'd always been intriguing to him, but he never saw himself becoming one. They were like superheroes. You needed super strength or invincibility to be one of them, and unless he was bitten by a radioactive spider, Bones didn't see that happening to him. No, he was the nerd guys like that picked on.

Phil was sitting at the kitchen table, clicking around the computer. He was on a rent-a-car site, typing in different things into the search bar. "I know he had a rental, and I know it was a green sedan. Some cars have GPS tracking devices, so I narrowed down the car companies that rent outta Oakland."

"And you thought typing stuff into the search bar would get you personal information?" Bones asked, a doubtful look on his face.

"Don't be a dick. I'm out of my element here," Phil replied looking frustrated. "Just...find her."

Bones nodded, stretching out his fingers before getting to work. It was too early for him to really wrap his head around the idea that his mentor was in danger. He pushed it out of his mind which made it easier to focus on the task at hand. It took a while, but he finally managed to find his way into the database. "Got it. What's his name?"

"Mel Kozik."

His brown eyes got wide as he looked up at the bigger man. "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Damn. I knew something was off with that dude," he muttered, typing away. "I had to talk to him on the phone for arrangements and shit and all he wanted to talk about was Ang and her schedule. It was weird."

"You didn't say anythin' to him did you?"

Bones shook his head. "Nah, I'm not an idiot," he said, frowning when he didn't find anything on the first website. He pulled up the second one and started to work his magic. "What made you call me anyway?"

"Juice looked up your records. Said you were fined for hacking or something. Figured if you can do that, you can do this."

"Right," he muttered, not at all surprised someone from the club had looked into him. Angela had told him it would probably happen. He didn't really care all that much, to be honest. Hacking into that bank had taken months, and he was proud of his work. It had earned him an all expenses paid trip to Comic-Con before he got caught. "Eureka!"

"You get him?"

Bones nodded, his nerves teeming with excitement as his fingers flew over the keyboard. "He paid extra for GPS services," he explained before he found the location. "There."

Phil patted his shoulder, watching the little circle as it moved. He grabbed his cell and dialed Chibs, knowing he'd be the only one with a cool head that would listen. When the Scot picked up, he could hear fighting in the background, Juice and Happy's voices shouting at each other. "This better be good, prospect," Chibs said, frustration in his voice.

He grinned widely knowing Chibs would be proud and hoping it put him one step closer to getting his top rocker. "We found her."