Handsome and Haunting

Chapter 30

Clay was glad to hear no one had escaped the explosion. Hearing that a Sheriff had stopped by while they were doing a walk-around disturbed him. He wasn't sure if this Sheriff could be paid off to keep his mouth shut and his eyes looking the other way. He puffed on his stogie mulling things over as he sat in his chair at the head of their table. If law enforcement got involved, it could bring lots of problems to SAMCRO. Problems he didn't want to deal with. Letting out a breath of smoke, he stared at the reaper carved into the table.

What could they do? Was there any evidence to tie SAMCRO to the explosion? Opie was always careful so he hoped there wasn't. Perhaps if there was no evidence then nothing could be done. Besides, things happened in a different jurisdiction than Charming. The other Sheriff's department had no jurisdiction there. Maybe they were safe from the law after all. He finally snuffed out his cigar and left the chapel. The boys were busy working on various cars and bikes as he walked around. He needed to talk to Unser about the situation. Maybe he could do something for them.

Gemma watched as Clay hopped onto his bike and left the premises. Shaking her head, she got back to work. There was a repo so she called for Tig and Juice to go fetch it. Both men wiped their hands on grease rags and hopped into the tow truck. Clay parked his bike in front of the police station and set his helmet on the seat. Hale gave him a dirty look as he walked through the station to Chief Unser's office. Clay didn't bother knocking as he opened the door and walked in. Unser sighed as he watched Clay have a seat in front of his desk. He listened to the biker leader explain what had transpired making Unser shake his head and sigh.

"Jesus, Clay. What do you expect me to do?" Unser questioned.

"If there are any ties to the club at the scene, what can they do about it?" Clay asked.

"They'll come to us with their evidence. We make the arrest, hand whoever it is over, and they'll take the prisoners back to their jurisdiction for processing." Unser explained.

"We can't let that happen." Clay exclaimed making Unser sigh again.

'I'm too old for this shit!' Unser thought as he stared at Clay.

"Well what do you want me to do, Clay?" Chief Unser exasperatedly asked.

"Whatever you have to do to keep them from arresting the club." Clay retorted as he lit up a cigar.

"I can't keep them out of someone else's jail, Clay!" Unser tried to keep his voice calm.

Clay blew out a puff of smoke as he sat there.

"So what do we do about this?" Clay asked.

"How about not getting into trouble with the law to begin with?" Unser shot back.

"We were protecting our people. They didn't want to listen to reason." Clay shrugged.

"So you exploded their clubhouse?!" Unser's voice raised slightly.

"As I said." Clay blew out another puff of smoke, "Let me know if and when the other Sheriffs get here."

Unser sighed as Clay stood up. He watched the white haired biker snuff out his cigar in his ashtray, stuff the cigar into the pocket of his kutte, then leave his office. 'I am really too old to be dealing with Clay and his shit!' Unser ran his hand over his face as he sighed once more. Clay was sure Unser would help the club, as he always had, but was shocked when a few days later, Unser and Hale showed up at Teller-Morrow with two Sherriffs from the other county following closely behind. Hale, as usual, was smug as the other officers came to stand by him. Unser shrugged his shoulders when Clay walked over to speak to them.

"Which ones were they?" Hale questioned over his shoulder.

"The blond, the bald one, the Mexican one, and that one over there." The Sherriff that had stopped by while the Sons were at the site of the explosion stated.

"Jax! Happy! Mr. Ortiz! Chibs! Let's go." Hale smirked as he stared down Clay.

"What is this shit?" Gemma exclaimed as she came out of her office.

"I'm sorry Gemma. They're being picked up for Criminal Trespassing. It's just a Class B Misdemeanor so they'll only spend up to 180 days in jail." Unser explained to her as the foursome were being handcuffed.

"I'll call the lawyer." Gemma sighed before stalking back to her office.

"See, Clay? I guess you're not above the law after all." Hale smirked again before turning and heading back to his cruiser.

"What are we gonna do?" Bobby asked.

"Gemma's calling Rosen now. We'll see what he can do for them." Clay replied as the pair watched their brothers being handcuffed and put into the two Sherriff's cruisers.

Unser gave Clay an apologetic look before turning and walking back to his cruiser. He tried to keep the club out of trouble but sometimes his hands were tied and there was nothing he could do. Hale was too enthusiastic to escort the two Sherriffs to Teller-Morrow to arrest any member of SAMCRO. It was no secret how much the Deputy Chief despised the motorcycle club. It was no secret his plans for dealing with them "once and for all" once he made it to police chief. He had big plans for Charming and he felt SAMCRO no longer fit into the vision he had for his beloved town.

To Isabella's shock, she received a telephone call from someone in a county lock-up that afternoon. She took the call despite her misgivings. When she heard her husband's voice she gasped. Sitting back in her office chair, she wondered what had transpired for him to be in jail.

"Listen to me, Isabella. I'm not sure yet how long we'll be in the county jail." Happy told her.

"We?" She asked.

"Jax, Chibs, Juice, and me. We were told by the Sheriff that we could be sentenced with up to 180 days in county lock up." He told her, "I want you to stay strong, ok? I'll be fine in here. If you need anything, go to Gemma. If there's any trouble at your condo, call Tig. Get his number if you have to."

"Ok. What happened?" She inquired.

"We're being told we're being charged with Criminal Trespassing. I think it's a bogus charge. Promise me you'll be extra careful while I'm in here." Happy exclaimed.

"Of course I will. I'm always careful. Please be careful while you're in there. I don't want anything to happen to you." She replied.

"Don't worry about me, baby. I'll be fine." He retorted.

"I can't help but worry about you. You're my husband." She countered making him smile slightly.

"I'll call you when I know more. Like I said, stay strong, ok?" Happy told her.

"I will." She replied.

He quietly told her he loved her before hanging up the phone. She hung up the phone still in shock that he was being arrested. She knew the club were no angels but she wasn't quite prepared for Happy to be going to jail. They had talked about him being in prison in one of their many talks. She knew he was not perfect. This was the first time she had been there while he was locked up. Now it was time for her to show her support and loyalty to her husband. He would need a lawyer. Did the club have one?

'I'll stop by the clubhouse on the way home and ask. If they don't, I'll get our lawyer to represent Happy.' she thought as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Happy had told her stories of what it was like in prison. She didn't figure being in the county lock up was much better. Despite him telling her he'd be fine, she couldn't help but worry about him. He was her husband after all. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she began thinking of how to tell her parents their son-in-law had been put in jail for Criminal Trespassing.

A/N: How do you think Isabella is going to handle Happy being in jail?

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