Chibs' elbows were leaning on the table. An hour ago Abigail had entered the clubhouse, together with Juice, telling him that someone had broken into her room twice. Since Abigail had grown up around the club, she didn't panic easily. However, it had always been gang violence – being bothered by an insane and jealous fan was a whole different thing. 

Juice had hacked into Davey's email account to figure out the IP-address of the sender of the picture. Chibs and Juice would go to the place to make this bullshit stop. He was proud of how his prospect had dealt with this shit. Two more months before he could be patched in, but he was already convinced that Juice was a good asset. He might be a little softer than his brothers, but his computer skills were amazing and he was sure Juice would often prove himself useful. 

He glanced at the two in front of him. Juice had wrapped an arm around Abigail's shoulders and she was holding his other hand. He liked the sight of them together. The look in Juice's eyes told him how much he cared about his daughter. Davey had been a good guy too, but he blamed him for not taking Abigail's fears seriously. Chibs didn't feel bad about their broken relationship, even though Abigail needed some time to make peace with it. He however firmly believed that Juice would soon fill the void, and Chibs would not only welcome the kid in the SAMCRO family, but also in his own family. 

"You ready to leave?" he asked Juice. 

Before the boy answered, he turned his attention to Abigail. "You'll be fine here, right?"

She nodded hesitantly. "Please be careful, she's mad as a hatter."

"She will no longer bother you," Juice promised her, kissing her cheek. His eyes shot to Chibs, as if he had forgotten that the man was still around. He winked at the lad. After everything that he'd done for Abigail – and he knew he hadn't even considered it as an assignment – Chibs wasn't going to stand in his way. Abigail needed someone like him, who was sensitive but who also dared to take action, and who was, above all, there for her. Even on busy days.

Juice and Chibs went outside, got on their bikes and headed to San Francisco. 

"She livin' in the same buildin'?" Chibs asked in surprise when Juice parked his bike in front of the student housing complex where Abigail lived. 

"Yeah," Juice answered shortly, his jaw clenched. "Although I'm not sure she'll be there."

Chibs looked at the boy in confusion, but he already headed inside. It felt like the prospect knew more than he'd wanted Chibs to believe. Chibs however chose not to ask questions, trusting Juice's judgement. 

When Juice stopped in front of Abigail's door and started to knock, something dawned on him. 

"Ashley?" he asked surprised. 

"Yeah," Juice answered in a grumble. 

Chibs frowned. Abigail had taken the lass to the clubhouse now and then; she had always been positive about her. 

"I figured out what other mailaccounts had access to the IP-address that was used for sending the picture. Ashley's personal account was among them."

"And she also has a key," Chibs understood. 

"I put a new lock on it yesterday. I have no idea how she came in, probably through the window."

Before they could continue their conversation, the door swung open. 

"Hey." Ashley gave them a friendly smile, looking from one to the other. 

Juice rushed inside, Chibs following him. 

"We know," Juice started immediately. "We know you're Abby's stalker."

His accusation didn't startle Ashley. She sat down on the edge of her bed, nodding slowly. "I already suspected mister Hacker to catch me. But it doesn't matter. Davey and Abigail are done."

Juice huffed. "And you call yourself her friend? All this time you were jealous and..."

"I was not jealous, Juice."

"Not jealous? You wanted to ruin her relationship! Why would you do such a thing? You just wanted Davey for yourself."

She looked him in the eye, softly laughing. 

"You got it all wrong, baby. I'm not interested in Davey. I did it for you and for Abigail. You belong together and Abigail was too stubborn to see it. Now she knows."

Juice's jaw dropped. 

Chibs didn't respond any differently. He didn't know what he'd expected, but not this. 

"So you scared the hell out of her just so we would become a couple?" Juice asked, shaking his head. "I don't believe you."

Ashley shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter what you believe. It's true. Abigail needs you, Juice, and you need her. Your love goes beyond that of mortals."

Juice exchanged a look with Chibs. 

Yep – completely insane.

"I never want to see you around her again," Juice said. 

She nodded calmly. "I expected no less of you. She no longer needs me, now she has you. Don't let her out of your sight, Juice. She's your ward now. Your love keeps the darkness away."

Chibs studied her face. Despite the bullshit she was telling them, she didn't look like someone who was insane. A shiver crept down his spine when she looked him in the eye. She smiled. "Their souls are connected," she told him. "Never forget that, Chibs. Your daughter's happiness depends on Juice's." Her eyes fluttered through the room. "I no longer need this place. Tell Abigail I had to do this, since she is very dear to me." Another serene smile. "And not only to me."

Then, she walked past them and left the room. 

The whole situation blindsided Chibs in such a way he didn't know what to do. Only when the door slammed shut, he started to believe she had told them complete bullshit to get out unharmed. 

"Hey, you don't get away that easily!" he yelled, opening the door again. 

Even though only a few seconds had passed, the hallway was empty. He ran towards the stairwell and stared down, but her white blond hair was nowhere to be seen. 

"That was weird," Juice muttered, showing up next to Chibs and looking down as well. Confusion was radiating from his face. 

"Aye, it was."

An uncomfortable feeling crept up under his skin. It had been the words of a lunatic, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that his daughter was in danger, nor the thought that it wasn't Ashley he should worry about. 

"Bullshit," he eventually muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Don't let that girl mess with your head."

Something however told him it was already too late. Girls didn't just disappear.