Going Home

Chapter 32

Daniel paced outside of the sheriff's station. He knew the only way out of this Potter mess was to play his CIA card. The last thing he wanted to do. This was going to fuck everything he had worked so hard for, but he felt the need to protect the only family he had. With a deep breath he headed into the station.

Showing his badge to the receptionist at the front, he asked to speak to the lieutenant. "He'll be right with you. He's just on a call at the moment."

Daniel nodded his head and sat down where the receptionist pointed him towards. As he sat, he went over everything he had to say to Roosevelt as he waited. He was the one that started this. He was going to get him to stop it. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear Roosevelt call his name. When Roosevelt came into view, Daniel's blood boiled. He lunged for the Lieutenant, sending them both to the ground. He knelt over Roosevelt, landing blow after blow to his face. "You did this to them. It's all your fault."

Unser was just dropping by to see Eglee when he saw the commotion. "Hey, hey, hey!" he yelled, helping Eglee pull Daniel off of the Lieutenant. "What the hell are you doing, son?"

Daniel tried catching his breath as he glared at Roosevelt as he stood. "I came to talk to this piece of shit. But I guess with everything going on with my family my fists decided to do the talking for me."

Roosevelt gave him a once over and nodded towards his office. "Come with me." he said, walking g towards his office. "Unser, you too."

They gave each other a look before following Roosevelt yo his office. Daniel didn't know what he was walking into, but he had a feeling shit was just about to get messier. As they stepped into the office, Roosevelt closed the door and made his way over to his desk. "Look, I made a call to help deal with this shit with Potter. It's on me that all this shit happened and I'm going to put an end to it."

Daniel scoffed as he took a seat across from him. "This shit isn't going to go away." he countered. "What's going to happen to Tasha? With her shooting those two henchmen at the hospital, that gives them a green light to all this RICO bullshit."

Unser shook his head. "Not if he can't prove it." he grumbles. "Where's the tapes from the hospital?"

Roosevelt looked up from his desk with a smirk. "It's funny, when we went to pull the tapes up, it seems that it had been wiped."

Daniel stifle a chuckle and cleared his throat. "So the video was wiped?" he asked, just to make sure.

Roosevelt nodded. "It was, but we have the security team as witness though." he explained. "They saw it all."

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose as he let that sink in. "Where are they?" he asked.

"Right now, they're being interviewed, by Potter."

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The guys walked into the safe house to see an unfamiliar face sitting in the living room, scribbling in a file folder. Jax stopped dead in his tracks as he looked the man over. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

The man stood from his seat and held his hand out for him to shake. "Hank, and you must be Jax." Jax hesitantly shook the man's hand and looked at him to continue. "Arcus called me to take a look at your friends."

Jax relaxed slightly at the man's explanation and moved his way farther into the small living room. "How are they doin?"

"Well, your friend Juice is healing nicely. Although he needs to rest a little more. Moving around on that leg isn't going to help him heal."

"What about Hap?"

"Is he always that moody?" he asked. At the guys laughter, the doctor nodded his head. "Alright then. He's doing surprisingly well. There hasn't been anymore discharge through the tube, so I'm going to remove it once Sam is back from getting more supplies."