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Trump once tweeted he’d “send in the feds” to fight Chicago gun violence. Now it’s happening.

  • When Trump tweeted in January that he’d “send in the feds!” to intervene if Chicago was unable to curb its gun violence, it was unclear what he meant. Now we know.
  • On Thursday, authorities confirmed that around 20 additional Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives agents had been dispatched to the city. 
  • The new agents will join the roughly 35 to 40 ATF agents who are already there as part of an initiative formulated in November, when Obama was still in office. Read more (6/30/17)

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“Do you regret getting involved with me?” and “I’m not alive when you’re not here. I can’t breathe when you’re not here. Because you….you’re everything to me” With Chibs for @dolphingoddess81

“Alright Ms. (Y/L/N), if you think of anything that might help us solve this, please give us a call,” the snotty ATF agent sneered at you as she opened the door to the San Joaquin interrogation room and let you pass. You didn’t speak, only nodding your head and smiling sweetly at her as you passed, making your way across the open office space, past the line of desks, heading out towards the parking lot.

“Oh! Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the agent called, causing you to stop and turn back to face her, “If you happen to see Filip Telford, would you let him know ATF is looking for him? Got some questions for him.” She winked insultingly as she spun on her heel to walk away deeper into the building. You rolled your eyes at her, turning and resuming your walk out of the building.
She knew you had new ties to the MC, that’s why she brought you into questioning in the first place. You weren’t the type that SAMCRO usually associated with; you owned a small diner and an even smaller coffee shop on the main strip in Charming, the same main strip where a grenade recently decimated an ice cream shop. You met Chibs then, when he came to check and see if there were any damages to your stores, and also to offer you compensation to ‘misremember’ the details of what you saw. 

Chibs was charming, that was for sure, but you kept your distance for a few weeks, only being cordial and not inviting any more attention than necessary from the Scot. You knew, even without being from Charming, that getting involved with a member of the Sons was risky business, an officer most of all. As fate would have it, he took an interest in you and eventually you decided to give him a shot. It had only been a little while, but the two of you had spent a lot of time together, practically inseparable, even hanging together after you closed your stores. As if things couldn’t get any more serious between the two of you, you could tell Chibs was beginning to feel something more than just an attraction, as were you him.
This ATF business, though, it was going to push you away. He had recently become the President of the MC and he assured you that the Sons of Anarchy, Charming charter, were not dealing in anything illegal, but if he was telling you the truth, then why would ATF be asking you questions about the Mayans MC, the Triads, August Marks, and the One-Niners, people you knew nothing about, except the dirty business they were tied to.

You knew better than to show up at SAMCRO’s porn studio, so you sent him a text and went to your diner, hoping he’d show up and you could talk to him sooner rather than later.

“Hey love.” The familiar voice shook you out of your thoughts as you turned from your desk to greet him, “Hey,” you forced a smile and stood up to hug him.

“What’s going on? ATF called you in?” He referred to the text you sent him when you left the police station.
“Yes,” you sighed, “apparently my relationship with the club is now ‘well documented’,” you paused, “Filip they have photos of us inside my coffee shop, after hours, talking to each other and…” you grimaced, “….kissing.” He chuckled, “I guess it’s a good thing they didnae peek through yer windows las’ night.” He was beaming as he winked at you, but you couldn’t force a smile this time.

“Aww, lass, come on they’re jus rufflin’ yer feathers. Tryin’ to see if you’re a weak link they can break cause they got nothin’ real on us,” he looped his arms around your waist, leaning back to look over your face, “Do you regret getting involved with me?” he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he searched your face for the answer.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, looking down as he let you go.

“I’ve got some stuff to handle for Redwoody for the next couple days, an’ a party up in Rogue River this weekend. So you can think about how you feel about this,” he motioned between the two of you and exhaled, “and we can talk, if you want, when I get back.”
You didn’t look up at him, but you nodded solemnly, trying not to break your strong facade. He curled his fingers under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes and leaned in, pressing a kiss into your lips that, although his words and demeanor were calm, his kiss told you he was anything but… and secretly you felt the same.

The next week dragged along, the ATF stopped by to see you at both your coffee shop and the diner, but of course you had no more information to give them. Chibs and the MC got back in town on a Monday, you saw some of the guys working on renovating Scoops, and Chibs had passed by a few times, but he never stopped to see you. I guess it’s over, you thought, busying yourself with work and trying not to think about the handsome biker that had somehow stolen your heart.

Your phone rang that night, waking you up from your sleep and you groggily answered it, “Hello?”

“(Y/N)?” The voice came across. It was Chibs.

“Chibs? What… Why are you calling me?”

“I need to tell you something, Love. It’s gonna sound crazy but… Just listen okay?”

“O-Okay…” you stammered, surprised to be hearing from him after two long weeks of no contact.

“I’m not alive when you’re not here. I can’t breathe when you’re not here. Because you….you’re everything to me,” he whimpered across the line.

“Really?” You choked out, sitting up in your bed and blinking rapidly.

“Yes, Love… I just…” he trailed off.

“Just what, Chibs?” you asked, suddenly worried for him.


You groaned, rolling over and slamming your hand down on your alarm clock and picking up your phone. You sighed as you unlocked it and looked at the call log. Nothing from last night was there. It was really just a dream? You huffed, hopping out of bed and moping to your closet to pull on your clothes for the day. You grabbed an apple and a bottled water, scooping your keys off the counter as you opened your front door to find Chibs, hand raised, ready to knock. He looked surprised, but there was no way he was more surprised than you were to see him on your porch.

“Chibs?… What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” he asked, fidgeting with his hands out of nervousness.

You smiled as you stepped aside and ushered him in, hoping the conversation would be as sweet as your dream was last night.

Let Me Hold You Part 6

Alright.  Warning of Sexual act.  I hope you guys like it :)

Tags: @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy @codenamekaraortiz

Part 5-

Originally posted by soaimagines

Harley was walking into her apartment when a woman stepped away from the railing near her and smiled.
“Harley Myers?”
“Yes?”  She fully unlocked the door, ready to open it to get inside quickly.
“I’m Agent Stahl, ATF.  May I ask you a couple of questions?”  The woman smiled at Harley.  
“Um, sure.”  Harley kept her hand on the doorknob, waiting for the first question but Agent Stahl continued to stare and smile at Harley.  After a few seconds, Harley sighed.  “Would you like to come in?”
“I would love to.”  Agent Stahl replied.  Harley clenched her jaw but opened the door, calling out to Potato who came running towards the door, instantly growling at Agent Stahl.
“Sorry, I’ll put him in my room.  One second.”
“Oh, take your time.”  Agent Stahl already began looking around Harley’s apartment.  Harley pulled out her phone when she got into her apartment and quickly sent a text to Juice, letting him know that an ATF agent named Stahl was at her apartment.
“So, what did you want to ask me about?”  Harley came out to Agent Stahl staring at a picture with Harley and Potato on his adoption day.
“He’s cute.”
“What did you want to ask me about?”  Harley stated again.
“It seems you’re new to town, right?  Snuggled yourself into a nice little new home with SAMCRO?”  Agent Stahl got to business and motioned for Harley to sit down, which she ignored.  “I just find it strange that a girl from Tennessee decided to up and move to Charming, California with the type of past you’ve had.  Angry daddy who didn’t know how to control his anger?”
“They have welcomed me into town and I have a job at the bar, yes.”  Harley narrowed her eyes.  Agent Stahl took a deep breath and smiled.
“Anything happening there?  Out of the ordinary?  Illegal?”  Agent Stahl locked eyes with Harley.
“Excuse me?”  Harley bit the inside of her cheek to keep calm.
“You aren’t stupid, you graduated college.  Do you know of anything illegal that SAMCRO is a part of?”  She stood closer to Harley and kept the smile on her face.
“No.”  Harley stayed still and kept her eyes trained on Agent Stahl.  After a few seconds, almost a switch went off and Agent Stahl took a step back and looked through her bag, finally pulling out a card.
“Call me if you find anything out.  Ok?”  She winked and headed to the door, letting herself out.  Harley quickly walked over and locked it shut.
She looks down at her phone to see a message from Jax, telling her to come to the clubhouse.

When she walked inside, she felt herself curl into Juice’s sweatshirt that she barrowed, hearing the boys yelling inside of the church.
“Oh yeah?  What about Harley?  She saw the Irish man getting patched up.  Fuckin’ scared the shit out of her, how do we believe she won’t rat?”  Clay’s voice was distinct and easy to hear.  Harley sat at the bar, waiting for them to come out but listening.
“She wouldn’t rat!”  Tig immediately jumped in.  
“She’s fine.”  Harley smiled when she heard Juice’s small voice pipe up.  
“I don’t think we need to worry about her.” Jax added.  Harley waited in her spot for them to come out.

The guys all walked out of the room and each one passed Harley, nodding at her.  Jax and Opie started out the door while Juice left and went to his room, ignoring Harley.
“Doll?”  Tig stood in front of her, blocking her eyesight to Juice.
“What?”  Harley intertwined her fingers together and sat them on her lap.
“Clay wants to see you.”  Tig nodded his head towards the double doors still open and Harley sighed.  She stood from her stool and walked into the room, seeing Clay leaning back in his seat at the head of the table.
“Shut the door.”  Clay said.  Harley pulled the door closed as she came in and sat at a seat in the middle of the table.  “Do we need to worry about you?”  Clay lifted an eyebrow and focused on her.  
“No.”  Harley stared him in the eye and kept her shoulders straight.  Clay watched her for a minute before relaxing back into his chair.
“I think you know well enough what we do that if you did, you may find yourself in an accident, shipped back to Tennessee, whatever.”  Clay took a drag from his cigar and leaned against the table toward Harley.  “You understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”  Harley answered again, biting the inside of her cheek.
“You can go.”  Clay dismissed her.  She stood back up and walked out of the room, heading to the dorms to find Juice.

“Hey Juice?”  Harley knocked on his room’s door, hearing the rock music playing inside.
“Come in.”  Harley opened the door to see Juice laying on his bed with his arm thrown over his eyes.  Juice whipped his hands down his face and looked up at her, “what’d Clay want to talk about?”
“Just made sure I wasn’t going to rat.  I won’t.  Not that I really know anything the police would find helpful but I wouldn’t.”  Harley laid down on the bed beside Juice as he bit his lip and turned his head towards her.
“What are you doing tonight?”  Juice flung his arm around her hips and pulled her closer, sighing into her neck.
“I was going to make dinner, did you want to come?”  Harley smiled at Juice’s wide smile.
“Depends on what you’re making.”  Juice sighed when her nails ran over his head.
“Does it really?” She smirked at his sigh.
“No.  What time?”
“I was hoping you could take me home on your bike, take the long way home.  Potato’s staying with Tig tonight.”
“Why?”  Juice asked.
“Just said he needed the company.  I figured it’d be nice if it was just you and me tonight.”  Harley said.
“Really?”  Juice’s eyes shot open.
“Stop.”  Harley laughed as Juice jumped out of bed, grabbing his kutte off his chair and his wallet.  Juice grabbed Harley’s hands and pulled her up, running his nose along her neck as he hugged her.

“What are you doing?”
“Come up here.”  Juice said.  His fingers gripped her ass and yanked, causing her to jump and settle almost perfectly near his face.  
“Oh, holy shit.”  She whimpered, feeling his breath on her inner thigh

“Hey, did you know you even have your stuff in the shower all neat and tidy?  No wonder why you clean my apartment every time you go there.”  Harley called out from the shower.
“Here, baby.”  Juice slid into the shower, wrapping his arms around Harley and handing her a cup with a straw sticking out of the lid.  She looked at it weirdly and took a sip, instantly smiling and turned around in his arms.
“Juan, did you just bring me a margarita in the shower?”
“You said you always wanted to do it but forgot.”  He scrunched his eyebrows together at her.
“I told you that months ago when we were both drunk.  Well you were high.”
“Yeah, I guess.”  He said.  The tips of his ears grew red as her eyes never left his.
“We weren’t even dating then.”  Harley’s hand cupped his cheeks as his eyes closed and he leaned into her touch.  He shrugged his shoulders and she kissed his lips lightly and then peppered kisses all over his face.  “I love you.”
His eyes sprang open.  “What?”
“I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz.  I,” she kissed his cheek, “fucking,” his other cheek, “love,” his nose, “you.”  She finished with his lips.  When she pulled back, his eyes kept roaming over her face.
“Really?”  He whispered and she felt her heart break a little.  She moved her hand still holding the margarita to set it down on the edge of the tub and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Will you be my old lady?”  His fingers pushed hair from her face and then held her cheeks to keep her eyes on him.
“Of course.”  She answered.  He kissed her hard, sliding his hand to the back of her head.  She didn’t ask if the water she felt on her cheeks was from the shower head or from him, she just held him tighter.


*** Again, I do not advocate marital infidelity. Don’t be getting any ideas my loves ;) ***

Part 1

You smiled as you heard Abel laugh from the living room, his favorite cartoon was on. You were at the stove mixing some scrambled eggs and ham around in the pan when you felt Jax come up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. “That looks good.” “You son asked for it.” “Kids just like his Old man.” You laughed and nodded, Jax’s beard tickling against the front of your shoulder as he rested his head there, pressing gentle kisses behind your ear and on the side of your neck. He stood there for a minute, watching you cook. He loved to see you cook. You looked so natural. You were a giver and a nurturing person, domestic life coming naturally to you.

Jax loved to see you do anything really but his favorite was to see you with his sons. You had such a motherly instinct, at times he saw it was greater than Tara’s. Tara was good with taking care of the boys but she rarely ever played with them anymore. Hell, she never even gave Jax a hug anymore. Something as simple as a hug and she couldn’t do it, never mind taking time out of her day to just play with the boys. She’d become so distant lately, he often questioned why he was even with her anymore. She didn’t treat him like a husband, she treated him like a nuisance. You were different.

You gave him all the affection you could without overstepping any boundaries. You had serious feelings for Jax and you knew he did too but you weren’t married, he was. Everything had been simple. You were his friend and would be there for him and the boys when they needed you. Nothing more, nothing less. Then he had gone and kissed you in the parking lot. Everything had changed since then. Since then, Jax and the boys had been spending more and more time at your house. Jax didn’t like going home and he didn’t trust Tara enough to leave Abel and Thomas alone with her. He rather sleep at your place than to sleep at the clubhouse where all he could smell was cigarettes and shitty perfume.

When he slept at your house, the smell of home cooked meals and your natural scent put him to sleep. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to you until you had given him a brand new pillow case to use, still not sleeping in the same bed as him. It had taken him forever to fall asleep because he couldn’t smell you and in that moment he had realized hat he’d fallen for you. His whole life, he could only see his future with Tara. He couldn’t see himself without her. Now he couldn’t see a future without you. He barely even thought about Tara anymore and she knew. He didn’t call her as often anymore. Didn’t get as upset hen she had to work late at the hospital. It barely even phased him when she would pull away from him at night.

Before, he would reach for her, try to hold her and she would brush him off. It used to affect him so much that he would either leave and sleep at the clubhouse or they would get into a fight right there in the middle of the night. Now he didn’t even try to touch her. He didn’t vent to her about club business anymore but it was obvious that he had gotten it off his chest. He used to lay awake at night, worrying about what was happening to his marriage and his club. Now he went straight to sleep, not a worry in the world and Tara knew it was because of you. She had thought that if she pushed him away, it would make him seek her out more. She thought he would cave and leave Charming and the club behind to be with her but that didn’t happen.

Instead, he was replacing her with you and you were already being a better wife and mother than she had been lately. Tara wasn’t about to let that happen. If she couldn’t have him, nobody could.


“Jax, I need to talk to you.” “Mom I’m bu-” “I think Tara is taking a deal.” Jax’s eyes snapped up towards his mother. “What are you talking about?” “I went in to St. Thomas today, wanted to ask her something. I got to her office and I heard talking so I waited outside. About 15 minutes later, that Patterson bitch and some ATF agents left her office. I asked her about it and she wouldn’t answer me. She’s up to something Jackson.” Jax let out a deep sigh and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’ll call Lowen, see if she knows anything.”

Jax was sitting at the picnic table with Chibs when he saw Lowen’s car pull up. His eye brows scrunched together and he stood up, waiting for her to come to him. He had asked her over the phone but she had said that it would be better if they spoke in person and now he was worried. What if she tried to rat on the club?

Ally walked up and Jax held the door open for her, leading her into the clubhouse. They sat at the bar both Jax and Chibs looked at her while she folded her hands together. “I think Tara is taking a deal with the ATF. She won’t answer any of my calls and I called them to speak with them, they’re also being very secretive. I can’t tell exactly what she’s planning but I checked the records and the file on Luann Delaney is missing. I don’t know what she could possibly want with that but I think that’s got something to do with it. I requested the file and they denied it, saying that the file had been confiscated for investigation of a current case.”

Jax couldn’t remember a time he had been so confused. Why would Tara be doing anything with the ATF about Luann? His head was hurting and all he wanted to do was go and see you. “Ok thanks Lowen. You find anything else, let me now.” “I will Jax.” With that, she got up and left the clubhouse, Jax turning to Chibs. “I’m gonna head out too. Clear my head.” Chibs nodded and said goodbye, pressing a kiss to Jax’s cheek and telling him to be careful.

Pulling up to your house, he saw that you car was missing and called you but got no answer. He called you a couple more times and was starting to get worried when you finally answered. “Hey where are you?” “I’m down at the police station. They’re questioning me about Luann’s murder.”


“So you didn’t know Luann personally?” “For the 5th time, no. I didn’t know Luann. She was killed before I even moved to Charming.” “But you know that she was killed?” “All of Charming knows that she was killed. It’s a small town.“ "And do you have any information that would like to provide us with? We know that you’re in with the Sons. You must know something." You stared at the agent bored. "Can I go now?” “What can you tell us about Bobby Munson?” “I can tell you that he didn’t have shit to do with Luann’s murder.” The agent smiled and looked to his colleague. “Thank you, that’s all we needed to know.” You stood up getting ready to leave when a cop came up behind you and bent you over the table, handcuffing your hands behind your back.

“You have to right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney-” “What am I being arrested for!?”  "Obstruction of justice and impeding a criminal investigation. We found Mr. Munson’s DNA in Luann. That would mean that he very well could be her murderer and you’ve been withholding that information.“ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

The agent lead you out of the interrogation room and down the hall where someone caught your eye. Tara was sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee in her hands. When she saw you, an evil smile spread across her face and you knew then that she had ratted and stuck it to you. You shook your head and stared her in her eyes. "You’ll regret this, bitch.” “I doubt that." As she smiled at you, other cop stepped up to her.

"Mrs. Teller?” “Yes?” The man grabbed the coffee from her hand and put the cup on the table beside her before grabbed her arm and spinning her around just as they had done to you. “You’re under arrest." Her eyes widened twice the size. "What?" "We looked over the entire case and we are charging you with accessory to the murder of Pamela Torric. We gathered more surveillance video. It shows you bringing the rosary into the room. We also looked over the reports which said that Mr. Delaney’s right arm was not secured, which means that you released him.”

Tara began sputtering as the cop handcuffed her and walked her over right next to you. She looked over at you with wide eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. Jax busted through the doors just as you had quieted down and walked up to Roosevelt. “Why are you arresting her?” “It was found that Tara particip-” “Not her.”

You had to admit, you were really shocked that he didn’t care what was happening to Tara. He only wanted to know about you. Jax looked over at you and made his way over. He stopped in front of you and held your head in his hands. “I’ll get you out. Don’t worry. I’ll make some calls, keep you safe inside. I promise I’ll get you out.” “What about me!?” Jax slowly looked over at Tara, a look of murder in his eyes. "Trust me, you don’t want me to get you out. If you’re as smart as you seem to think you are, you’ll try to stay inside for as long as possible.“ Tara swallowed loudly and she began to shake. She knew she was fucked. She had just burned all her bridges and she knew the club wouldn’t get anyone to protect her inside. The opposite would happen.

Jax looked back over to you and rested his forehead against yours as they lead Tara away. "You’ll be ok. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you.” You’re eyes widened and you looked at him before smiling lightly. “I love you too.” The guard cleared his throat when Jax kissed you. “Alright, that’s enough.” The cop pulled on your arms and lead you away right behind Tara. Jax starred after you, seeing red. Tara had made the biggest mistake of her life.

Juice x Reader

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Hope this is at least somewhat decent.

Juice had always been this happy upbeat person. That’s what attracted me to the man. He has the brightest smile and the most beautiful brown eyes.

So a couple years later after dating him, He asked me to be his old lady. The years pass by, we get married. He gave me the perfect wedding and the most beautiful vows which included the famous line every Samcro wedding had. “I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my harley.”

Three years later, i found out i was pregnant. We are having twins. Boy and a girl. Both of our dreams are coming true. It didn’t take long for that to come crashing down though. ATF Agents had started to snoop around and put Juice even more on edge. He wasn’t the same man anymore. He became distant.

I knew it wasn’t always gonna be easy at all. I know there would be problems along the way. So when i found out, Juice tried to hang himself with everything going on. It scared me i couldn’t loose the man i loved.

When Juice walked through the door, i walked up to him and grabbed his face and kissed him. He pulled back at first and just looked confused “What was that for babe?”

“I love you Juice, We love you. Our twins don’t need to loose their daddy.”

“You know?”

“Yes Juice i know. Chibs called me, He told me.”


“Why did you do this or much less try Juice, are we not enough anymore?”

“It’s not that Layla. It’s ATF agents sniffing everywhere. The damn cop harassing me. It’s beginning to be too much. Every where i turn i’m in some shit hole.”

“You aren’t though Juice, it’s hard now i know baby but we always make it. Don’t we?”

Juice looks up at you and nods his head in agreement. “We always make it baby.”

“So be that tough sexy man i know Juicy. Be that strong perfect man i married. You can have the emotions baby but don’t let this shit bring you down baby.”

“I love you Layla.”

“I love you Juicy.”

Club shit got worse before it got better it always did but my life with Juice was always getting better. He struggled he always did.

At the end of the day, me and Juice made each other stronger.

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

Tig Trager - I’m Innocent


Imagine the most vulnerable of your OTP being arrested for a crime they didn’t commit.

“But I’m telling you the truth! I didn’t do anything!”

You screamed as Stalh and some ATF agents dragged you out of the club kicking and screaming. Tig was hot on their tails but being held back by Happy and Chibs both as he followed you to the car.

“That’s not what the evidence is saying Y/N.”

Stalh said as she opened the back of the car door. The whole club was now outside watching as you struggled and pushed up against the ATF agents as they tried to shove you inside the car.

“Y/N! Hey! Get your God damn hands off her, you bastard!”

Tig threatened as he watched one of the agents roughly grab you by the back of the hair and try to push you into the back of the car.

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t fucking do it!”

You screamed looking back at the club. Looking back at Tig.

“We’ll get you out Y/N!”

Jax shouted as he rushed forward watching as his friend was pushed into the car, but not after kicking one of the agents in the groin area.

Stalh shook her head and licked her lips.

“Not after assault on an officer you won’t.”

“Fuck you!”

Tig screamed at Stalh, who merely shook her head and climbed into the car as well.

Nobody understood anything when they came and picked you up. They said you were being arrested on charges of “domestic violence” or some bullshit like that when in truth you’d never hurt a fly unless you felt your life was threatened.

Tig stood there and watched as his heart sank as you both made eye contact as the car pulled out of the parking lot and pulling out of view.


The Department of Homeland Security Visible Intermodal Prevention and Response Teams (VIPR) program.

KWIKN:  NCIS: LOS ANGLES – "Under Siege"

Once again, cross-season previously-s.  Sharov’s return – which is explained later in the episode by both Sam and Sharov – would have been a lot more surprising if we didn’t get his back story here.  Plus, they replayed the end of Duggan.

This was a nice little part for Adam Bartley.  It looked like a one-off when he was Randy McRandom in “Traitor” but he got a couple of episodes out of being Carl Brown two seasons later.

Actually, Detective Whiting, Deeks is a part of a bigger conspiracy.  You have no idea.  You’re about to learn but you have no idea.

Deeks does have a union rep.  He should be screaming for his union rep.

I really would like to see Corey Reynolds back.  If they’re bringing someone back from a few seasons ago, bring back ATF Agent Morgan too.

“I sexted your mom” is a bit below Callen’s usual sassy standards.

Eric is not wrong about splitting up.  He’s just wrong about the head wolf in this group leaving.  Kensi leaving the office was a problem, though Ferris would likely break into the building and grab her there.

“You got to suck it up Beagle” – that’s Nell level sass.  Same with “Rambeale”.

Because this program has such a small pool of recurring characters, Thompson and Nassir were easy to recognize as being part of whatever Hetty was doing with Carl Brown and Vincent Garvey.  Thompson played the same exact role in “Ambush”.

Nell being in Hetty’s chair, sipping tea, isn’t an accident.

Sabatino could be an interesting Clayton Webb type character (JAG for you younglings out there) going forward for a show light on recurring characters.  Sometimes the good guy, sometimes the bad guy.  Worked to rescue Kensi in Afghanistan and was with Sam in the season finale, not so helpful here.

Deeks making friends wherever he goes.

“Your subpoena is in the works” – get married.  That stops things.

Of course, Eric doesn’t have eyes on Kensi – the CIA is not grabbing her from someplace with live cameras easily accessed by NCIS.

“You worked for the Agency, you know what they’re capable of,” – hey Sam, you have family who worked for the Agency too.

“You’re going to feel a little prick” – there is a snotty reply there and Kensi missed it but she got in her “Fifty Shades of Grey” snotty remark in.

If you’re Adam Bartley, how fun was doing these scenes in the cage with Linda Hunt.  Most actors would love being mocked by an Oscar winner in a scene.

“You say this like you’ve all done this before.  Who are you people?”  Oh Detective Whiting, you have no idea.

“Lower” was a funny line in a not funny circumstance.

Sharov never made any sense in all this.   You could put Sabatino into the mole mess with retro-canoning the mole to Kensi’s time in Afghanistan but Sharov was in Russia.  He may have been in a Russian prison.  How is he involved?  Again – lack of recurring characters is a problem.

“Was he a traitor too?” – nice Hetty sass.  Callen was really the one of the team off his game tonight.

Still not sure why Deeks confessed except to set up a season nine storyline.  I’m concerned that they’re going to make Bates dirty since he’s going to be in the new SWAT show.  Make Det. Whiting dirty.  You’ve gone out of your way to make her the least likable, more severe looking woman on CBS.  Go all in.

Never made sense except to pad out the episode that Sullivan/Ferris knocked Kensi out with that hand shot earlier in the episode only to have her wake up again.  

Deeks gets his Hetty scream at next episode.  Kensi deserves a bigger one.

I’m at 50th Wedding Anniversary Party out on the Island so I wrote this up Sunday morning.  Still have this on the TiVo because I never figured out the post-ep I had for this part.

Next week I get very cranky about the flaws of in how they promoted the episode.

Escaping the Past Part 2

At the end of church the next day, Tig looked around the table, knowing what he needed to say wasn’t going to be easy. He needed to let his brothers know what was going on, to prepare them.

“Venus would like to invite you all over to the house tonight to meet her niece (Y/N). She’s moving here from Quantico, Virginia.”

“What time should we be there?” Chibs asked.

“Seven, but there’s something you need to know about her.” Then men around the table sat up, paying attention. “She’s a retired ATF agent…”

“Christ Tiggy, what are you and Venus thinking? We can’t have her near the club!” Chibs was staring at him in disbelief.

“How do you know she isn’t here to dig up information on us?” Quinn asked.

Tig leaned back in his chair, telling them everything he knew about (Y/N).  Chibs had Montez to dig up her past, seeing if the information was true.

Happy stayed silent, he’d do what ever necessary to protect his club. If this ATF agent was here to cause problems, he’d take her out, no matter who she was related to.

The club had been legit the last two years, for the most part. 


I was helping Venus cook dinner, she had sprung it on me that several of Alexander’s friends were joining us. I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering if she was up to something.

“Please tell me, you’re not trying to set me up. I’m not interested in…”

“Sugar, I invite the boys over for dinner all the time. Most of them happen to be bachelors and would live off of fast food if it wasn’t for me.”

I closed my eyes, thinking that this was exactly what I thought, a set up. I opened my eyes, turning to look at her. “How soon before the unsuspecting bastards get here?”

Venus let out a laugh. “They’ll be here in a hour. Why don’t you go freshen up.”


Slipping off to the bedroom I was using, I leaned against the door. I wondered how welcoming these men would be, once they leaned my past. Alex wasn’t the most welcoming, he was trying for Venus.

I knew I’d have to earn my trust with him, I meant him no harm nor his club. I just wanted to start over, forget my past. Stepping away from the door, I went to get ready for dinner.

Stepping into the dinning room, it was over crowded by men and some woman. I saw Venus walking towards me smiling. “There she is, gentle and ladies this is my niece (Y/N).”

I smiled at the people in the room, Venus took me around the room to introduce me. “This is George and Brooke Skogstrom.” She guided me to a giant off a man, with long hair. “I’d like you to meet Rane Quinn.” I smiled up at him, shaking his hand. Moving me through the crowd. “Lyla Winston”

I was glad to see that there were other woman in the group. Lyla was standing near a bald tattooed man. “Happy Lowman, this is my niece.” My first thoughts were that Veus was playing with me. He looked anything but happy. He just nodded at me.

We moved on to Alex, he was talking to a group of men and women.. “And finally this is Allesandro and Hannah Montez, T.O. and Shay Cross, and Filip Telford.”

I smiled at them, my brain was on over load, Filip’s hand clasped mine. His warm dark chocolate eyes, washing over me. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Dinner is ready.” Venus announced, I went to follow her into the kitchen to help her. “Go sit down sugar, this dinner is in honor of you.”

I turn towards the table, noticing the place cards, she had gone all out tonight. I found myself between Rane and Filip, Happy sitting across from me. Smooth and subtle, Lyla was sitting next to Happy. Made me wonder if she was single and also being set up.


After we cleaned up from dinner, we were sitting around visiting, my phone started ringing. Apologizing, I went outside to answer it, needing some privacy.


“Did you think you could run away from me?”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I’m coming for you, finish the job.”

I ended the call, planning on changing my number tomorrow. I felt a hand on my shoulder, without thinking I went into defensive mode. Shoving the offender against the wall, holding them there by their throat.

My vision clearing seeing Filip, I released him. “I’m sorry….”

He looked me over, not saying anything, he went inside. I sat down on a patio chair, dropping my head into my hands. I heard the door open, looking up, he was standing beside me with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“Do I need to get Tig about that phone call?”

“Excuse me, who?”


I shook my head. “No, I’m a big girl, I can handle it myself.”

Beavis And Butt-head Do America came out in 1996, just a few short years after the infamous ATF siege on the Branch Davidian compound in Waco. While the precise facts and details of this incident are and probably always will be something people argue about, it’s generally accepted that the what the government did in the name of ending the standoff was a little heavy-handed – and by that, I mean that they may or may not have set a compound filled mostly with innocent people on fire.

So in light of all that, it should come as not that huge of a surprise that one of the key storylines in Beavis And Butt-head Do America involves the pair going on the run to escape a pack of rabid ATF agents. (Well, not really. In typical Beavis and Butt-head fashion, those two think they’re just traveling across the country to do a chick.)

5 Movies from Your Childhood That Are Even More Relevant Now

Beat Down

Requested by @saraisreallycool-yeah

Trigger Warning: Violence 

“You have a good career going for you, I’d hate to see you being dragged down by your association with SAMCRO,” Stahl stared at me from across the table.

“I have no idea what your talking about, their mechanics and Harley enthusiasts. I really have no association with them.”

The ATF agent, smirked at me, throwing pictures of me and Chibs down on the table. “Really, theses pictures prove different. Why would a woman like yourself, top graduate of Stanford Engineering, want to be a biker whore.”

I grinned at her. “We all want to take a walk on the wild side.” 

“You know, he’s married, with a teenage daughter. He doesn’t love you, he isn’t going to marry you. You’re just some pussy, he’s using!”

Putting a cap on my anger, I stood up, resisting the urge to hit her. “Filip and I have no secrets.  Now if you have nothing to hold me on, I’ll be leaving. Bother me again, my lawyer will file harassment charges.”  I smirk at her. “Like you said. I have a really great career, and my lawyer is awesome.”

Leaving the Charming PD, I pull my phone out of my purse. “Hello love. Everything okay. Oswald said ATF brought you in..”

“Everything is fine, I’m going to be late tonight. I’ll see you about ten.”

“Be careful, yeah!”

I smile, hearing his concern. “Always.”


I waited in the darkness, watched as Stahl got out of her car, walking towards her condo. Dressed in black, my face and hands covered, I stepped out of the shadows.

She pulled her gun, I quickly disarmed her kicking it to one side. I landed a kick to her stomach, she went to her knees. I threw a punch, landing it against her jaw.

She raised up, trying to throw a punch at my face, but I blocked it. I shoved her against her car, taking her by her hair, I smashed her face against the window. She slumped to the ground, hearing sirens approaching, I knew ine of her neighbors must have called the police.

I ran the few blocks, sliding into my car I took off for the club.


Sitting down next to Chibs, I kissed his check, Placing my hand on his shoulder. I noticed my knuckles were bruised and swollen. I looked at the prospect tending bar. “Can I have an ice pack please?”

Chibs looked at me, concern filling his brown eyes. “Are you hurt?” I showed him my hand. “What did you do?” He kissed it tenderly.

“I must have hit it against something.” I smiled at him. 

“Lets’s go get it cleaned up.” Taking me by the hand, he led me back to his dorm room.


The Next Day

I was working in my office when my phone rang, pulling it out of my purse, I saw it was Chibs, I smiled to myself as I answered it. “Hello.”

“Agent Stahl, got the living shit beat out of her last night. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

“Why would I…”

I heard him chuckle. “Just wondering if that’s what you hit your hand on.” I let out my own laugh.

“I had to defend your honor.” 


Even more messages from my boss

>You can’t just call a customer a ‘boot’.
>Your memoirs are not written in the blood of the saxons
>The crawl space is not haunted by undersexed lesbian ghosts
>Annoying crying children are not put to work on Jerry Miculek’s range
>Gangsta rap did not make you do it
>I’m not mad… we just don’t have enough space for a shrine to General Mattis
>It’s not free if they can run faster than you
>Seriously I’ve seen you run. You’re slow as fuck
>Stopswitching pandora to Teen Pop radio. We’re getting complaints
>Stop telling people shovels and tarps are sold separately
>If the mannequin isn’t where I left it last night, I’m firing you
>Give back Will’s insulin
>Stop antagonizing the ATF agents
>None of our products come with the blessing of the pope
>Your truck can not be your life insurance beneficiary
>You can’t auction off Hickok45′s personal phone number
>We don’t have a Boo-Box
>Stop telling customers the best deals are in the back. There’s nothing back there and you know it.

Always In Love Part 8

You woke in because of the sunlight beaming through the blinds. You noticed you were wrapped in Happy’s arms and you smiled. You had escaped Michael. You’re with the man that loves you for who you are. You started to get up out of bed when you felt Happy’s arms tighten around you. 

“Let me get up.” You started to giggle.

“Never.” Happy growled into the back of your neck.

You got up and Happy followed you into the bathroom. You two had stayed at the clubhouse since Tacoma was a long drive. You were brushing your teeth when Happy wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your shoulder. You smiled and looked at the reflection in the mirror. You looked over your sloppy over sized shirt and sleep shorts. You looked at Happy’s reflection and just saw him looking at yours like you were a goddess.

You finished getting dressed for the day and you walked out and walked into the bar room of the clubhouse. Everyone looked at you with confusion. You ignored the looks and went into the kitchen and looked for your mom.


“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“I-I left Michael.”

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for that. You back with Hap?”

“Of course mom.”

“Good.“  She said not looking up from her chopping.

You left the kitchen and You ran into Jax.

"Hey sis, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I know, I missed you Jax.”

“I missed you too.” You brother pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back. You really had missed the club, only if it was for 6 months.

 You smiled as you walked through the clubhouse, the familiar smell of your fathers cigars came from the chapel. You walked into the chapel, to see your dad, looking at the ashtray on the table.

“Hey.” You said quietly, looking at him.

“Y/n what are you doing here?”

“I’m back with Hap.” You shrugged your shoulders and put your hands in your back pockets.

“Good, he was miserable without you.” He said and took a long drag of his cigar. You smiled and walked out of the Chapel to see everyone running outside.

You followed the crowd and saw a black BMW pull up and a ATF agent got out and puled Bobby from the back seat.

“Bobby!!!!” Chibs yelled as he stepped on the picnic table, knocking over a few beers. 

“This party is for you and Bobby, baby.” Your mother said behind you. You smiled and you took a swig of your beer.

Happy was playing pool and you were watching his muscular arms with the pool stick. Happy looked up at you and winked, making you smile.

You walked up behind Happy and you whispered;

“Let’s go home Hap, I got somethin to show ya.” You said in almost a seductive voice. He threw the pool stick on the table, grabbed your hand and ran to his bike, holding your hand.

Originally posted by journeyslegend

Happy Ever After Part 2

Trigger Warning: Mention of Abuse

“What the hell happened to your eye?” Happy cupped your chin lifting your face up.

“I had a little accident.” You pulled away, to break sinking solids You smile at him. He glared at you, not because of your shot but because of your answer. You took another shot, and missed, stepping back, Happy stood in front of you. Looking down at you, he touched your eye.

“Try again little girl. Is it that asshole your with?”Elbowing him in the gut, you roll your eyes.

“No Hap, it was an accident.”

“Yeah, my Ma use to have accidents like those too. Then I had to put a stop to them. Does Tig know?”

“That I had an accident, yes. And I’m not with that asshole anymore. I left him, I’m moving here to Charming.”

“You need to tell Tig!” His hands were cupping your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze. Rolling your eyes, you pull away, walking over, to lean against the wall.

“There’s nothing to tell.” Except that Nick was friends with an ATF agent, and if anyone went out to have a “talk” with him, it could come back on the club. “Just drop it Happy.”

Happy took his shot, sinking his ball, he smiled, taking and sinking the next three balls. You won the game, never giving him another chance. “Nice playing with you Hap.”

You start to walk across the room to the bar, to get another drink, Happy’s arm reaches out to stop you. “Tell your brother what really happened.”

“There’s nothing to tell!” Getting tired of his nagging, you grab a beer, and head outside. Sitting on top of the picnic table, you roll your eyes when Happy came outside.

Sitting down next to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist. “(Y/N), tell me what happened.”

You get off the table, glaring at him. “What do you want me to say? That I have been Nick’s punching bag for the last year. He lost his job, and took it out on me. I got tired of it and decided to leave. And I can’t tell Tig, because he’ll go off have cocked and kill him. If he does that, it could bring the ATF raining down on all of you, because Nick is friends with an agent.”

Happy jumped off the table, pulling you into his arms, his jaw clinched. “You put up with that shit for a year, and didn’t say anything?”

“I couldn’t…” His pulled you closer, his lips grazing over your lips.

“You’re home now little girl, you’re safe. If that bastard comes after you.”

“He won’t, he won’t waste the effort on me.” You pull away, walking towards your car. You were exhausted, and needed to sleep, planning on going to the Charming Inn for the night. You hear boots running after you.

“Where are you going little girl?”

“Charming Inn, I’ve been up for twenty-four hours…”

“Come stay with me, you’ll be safer.”  He pulled the keys from your hands. You were too tired to fight him. He pushed you towards the passenger side of the car, climbing into the driver’s side.

He drove you to his house, you were asleep before he pulled into the drive.


Today I went on a little adventure down to the SVU set! They were filming at a small church in the town or Piermont. It’s a small town on the Hudson River in Rockland County, NY. The episode they are filming right now is the SVU part of the Prison Break Crossover event with the Chicago shows. Raul was on set today! I also saw Kelli! I didn’t see anyone else because it was cold as hell and they didn’t come out of the church when I was there. Raul and Kelli stepped out for smoke breaks. 

What I know about the episode is that it there will be a situation involving state troopers, FBI agents, and ATF agents. A bus load of people playing these folks showed up and they were instructed to put on their bullet proof vests. So something clearly goes down in the church. I also saw the red headed juror from the Lewis Trial and the Season 17 premiere. So something is going down and Barba is there! So holy crap! 

I didn’t get a chance to talk to Raul or Kelli unfortunately. Before I could get their attention, people started talking to them and then they were wanted back in side.

It was cold and windy as hell and I haven’t fully thawed out yet. But it was fun!