Description: Juice's sister is a Marine who ends up in Charming after being discharged. She and Tig hit it off and are on a date when she's summoned to the clubhouse because she was a combat medic.

"You fuckin ass," I yelled as I walked up and shoved Juan Carlos. "I had to find out from fuckin Tia Marilyn that you're in California. I talked to you four days ago, imbécil."

"Calm down (Y/N)," he said. "We're not doing this here. I'm at fucking work."

"The hell we're not," I said. I shoved him again and a pair of arms a wrapped around me pinning my arms to my body.

"You have two seconds to let me go or you're dead."

"No can do Princess," a man said. "Why the hell you shoving Juicey boy around?"

"I'll handle it Tig," Juice said. The man loosened his grip slightly and I broke out of it turning to get in his face. He was attractive and it almost caught me off guard. I noticed his patch that read Sgt. at Arms and hand to give him hell.

"You have to join an MC to get to be a Sergeant?"

"The hell do you mean?"

"I'm a Marine too," I said, nodding to his visible Marines tattoo. "My guess is I outrank you. Don't ever lay your hands on me again."

"Tig," Juan Carlos said as he stepped in. "This is my sister (Y/N). And this is Tig."

"Fuck off and let me finish beating the shit outta my dumbass of a brother," I said.

"No can do pretty thing," Tig said. I wanted to swing on him so bad but I didn't want to get Juan Carlos in trouble.

"Look sis, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming home or I would've told you," he said.

"Yeah well two bullet in the abdomen will do that to ya. I've been honorably discharged. Wanted to get out of New York anyways."

"You trying to ask me something?" He asked.

"Juan Carlos, my dear dear twin brother, can I move in with you til I'm on my feet here?"

"Of course you can sis," he said.

"I still wanna kick your ass," I said.

"We'll get Hap or Tig to take ya to the ring," he said. "In the mean time, I'm gonna introduce you to everyone."

He led me around the lot and introduced me to everyone there. He said there were some others that I'd have to meet later.

When he finished up, Gemma was hollering for him. He had to go do a tow for the automotive garage.

"I'll keep her company," Tig said. He had a wicked smirk on his face that I wouldn't have trusted, but he was a Marine and I could definitely kick his ass, so I wasn't too worried.

"So what's the story doll face?" Tig asked.

"Enlisted at 17. Became a combat medic," I said. "Was on a TOD in the Middle East when I caught two in the abdomen. Patched myself up and tried to keep going but my sergeant had me airlifted out."

"Damn girl," he said. "We could use a combat medic around here sometimes."

"I'm happy to help out Juan Carlos's friends," I said.

"We call him Juice. Seems to prefer it," he said. I nodded and asked him about his time in the Marines. He'd been trying to get the hell out of his hometown, a story I understood all too well. After that he landed here in Charming and prospected in with a battle buddy, who things still seem to be tense with because all he would tell me was that the guy couldn't be trusted.

"What are you doing tonight Princess?" He asked.

"Was planning on staying in and getting some rest," I said.

"How about we go out?" He offered. "I'll buy ya dinner and we can go for a ride."

I agreed and a few hours later we left the lot on his bike together.

We were about halfway through our dinners when his phone rang. He ignored it at first but it rang again so he answered it.

"Hey chill man she's with me."

"Yeah."

"Okay okay we're leaving the diner now."

He stood up and threw a fifty dollar bill on the table.

"Sorry to interrupt our date, but it seems that combat medic bit is needed at the clubhouse," he said. I agreed and we left quickly. The second we were on the lot I was off his bike and Juice was running outside.

"It's Chibs. He's my sponsor. And Kozik." I nodded and he led me into the clubhouse building as Tig wasn't far behind. Chibs had been shot in the leg and the blonde in the shoulder.

"Through and through or what?" I asked.

"Chibs is," Juice said.

"Get some pressure on it and if he wants something for the pain give him weed. Booze thins the blood and we won't get the bleeding stopped."

I went to the blonde on the table and shook my head. "Get me some whiskey and some tweezers," I said as I ran off to scrub my hands. One of the guys came in with what I asked for.

"Juice, I've got a med kit in my bag. Should be some suture equipment in it."

He nodded and ran off to wherever he had stored my bag.

"This is gonna hurt blondie," I said. "Guys, hold him down."

Happy and Jax held him down as Tig glared at the man.

"Stop being a bitch and help hold him down," I said harshly Tig put up a fight but I glared at him and he quit. I spent fifteen minutes fishing the bullet out of his shoulder. Lucky it had missed anything major. Juice had come back so I sutured his shoulder quick and sent him on his way to rest. I scrubbed my hands again before going to suture up Chibs leg.

When all was said and done I was feeling such an adrenaline rush I either wanted to fight or fuck. Luckily Tig was nearby.

"You know where I can find a good fuck around here?" I asked.

"Oh I might know someone who really wants to fuck you back into your place," he said. He was pissed I'd called him a bitch.

"I'd like to see you try."

He threw me onto his boulder and carried me to the back of the clubhouse before unlocking a door and dropping me onto a bed.