The man was parked down the street from Teller- Morrow watching as people came in and out, keeping his eyes peeled for her, his Gemma. He knew they had no clue who he was and why he was killing people, but it was all for her, his sweet Gemma Rose. Ever since they were kids he knew she was the one, his soulmate, the one he would die for, the one he had killed for. Those people didn't deserve to breath the same air as she did, they all wanted to hurt her and he just couldn't have that.
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Juice was working on getting the intel for Clay, he was pissed that he had hit wall after wall, getting him nowhere. He was the goddamn intelligence officer and so far he sucked. That was until he got a breakthrough. The FBI had just sent files to Unser and for once they weren't encrypted letting him see everything. What he saw scared him so badly he pushed his laptop away and ran to find Clay or Jax, hell anyone really.
Tig was the first one he came across and the older man chuckled when he saw the look on Juice's face "What's up Juicy, you look like you seen a ghost?" Juice didn't trust himself to speak so just gestured for Tig to follow him.
The pair of them sat staring at the laptop screen, neither knowing what to do with the information in front of them. "You absolutely sure Juice?" Tig asked for what had to be the hundredth time. Juice nodded to which Tig shouted "Shit!" and dialled Clay to get everyone back to the clubhouse. "Juice finally got something, this shit is closer to home than we thought man." Tig told him. "Set up for Church, be there in 5" Clay told him "Make sure you got Gem with you." Tig told him.
Following the call from Tig Clay was rattled, he was glad that Juice finally had some info for them but Tig's insistence that he had Gem with him was worrying him. What the hell did all this have to do with her. He had called her and asked her to get to the clubhouse, no questions and for once to just do as she's told. He knew he was scaring her but he didn't know the truth yet.
It seemed like everyone arrived at the same time and they rushed into Chapel, Gemma included. Once they were all seated Clay took note of the fear on both Juice and Tig's face and felt his own fear rise. Before it could overtake him he called for everyone to listen and handed over to Juice.
"The feds Hale called in haven't wasted any time, seems like Unser buried what he did know probably to avoid the shit hitting the fan, but with what I found today that might be a little late." Juice swallowed heavily and grabbed a beer, taking a long pull of the cool liquid before he continued. "All 3 victims have been identified, Unser had to have kept it quiet and you will see why when I tell you who they are." Juice said, waiting on the nod from Clay. Once he had it he took a deep breath and said "Jennie Weaver, Wendell Madock and Laroy Wayne."
There was a moment of silence before the shouting started "What the fuck, someone got the drop on Laroy?" "Who the fuck is Jennie Weaver?" "Madock, you mean like Gem?" Clay struggled to pinpoint who said what but he did notice that Gem was quietly sobbing so he raised the gavel bringing it down hard, effectively silencing the room.
"Gem, sweetheart you OK?" Clay asked in a soft voice. "Jennie was on the Taste of Charming Committee with me, we all know Laroy but Wendell... my mother always said if she had a boy she would call him Wendell." she said before the tears took over. Jax immediately moved to console his mother whilst everyone else was processing what they had just been told.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door and came face to face with the prospect who told them "There are 2 agents from the behaviour analysis unit at the FBI to see you." Clay sighed and called an end to the meeting. "Let's go see what they want yeah?" he said as they all filed out of church.
Clay grimaced when he saw the black agent stood inside his clubhouse, something that did not go unnoticed by Hotchner who leaned in to Morgan and said "You take point on this one." Nodding to show he understood Morgan stepped forward.
"I am supervisory special agent Derek Morgan and this is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, we just have a few questions for you all concerning the recent murders." he said holding his hand out for the older man to shake.
Reluctantly Clay shook his hand and introduced them all. "I am Clay Morrow, this is my step son Jax, my VP and the rest are Tig, Chibs, Happy, Juice, Opie, Piney and you already met the prospect." each of the men raised a hand when their name was called to indicate who was who, they knew it was likely that they already knew but Clay wanted them onside for this one. He finally introduced Gemma.
"I can already tell you know of the connection between the victims." Morgan said and was surprised when Clay admitted that. "Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt any of you?" he continued causing Clay to chuckle. "I know you already seen the rap sheets, that's a long list boys."
Derek smiled fully expecting that answer and dismissed the men to talk direct to Gemma knowing full well it would make the group angry. "What about you Mrs Morrow?" she sighed and looked at Clay for ideas on how to proceed, he gave the smallest of nods and she answered "Please call me Gemma, no I don't know of anyone and no I didn't know about Wendell before you ask." she said with a bit of her usual fire.
"Look I get it, you don't trust us but we want the same as you, whoever this is off the street and locked up so they can't do any more damage." Derek said looking round at the faces of the men before him. He handed Clay his card and said "You think of anything you call me OK." Clay smiled and nodded his head and watched as the 2 agents left his clubhouse.
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"They know something, they just don't know they know it yet." Morgan said to Hotch as they got back in their SUV. "I agree, I am also certain that despite their violent history it is not one of them." Hotch added. Derek nodded agreeing "They might be violent sons of bitches but they look after their own and it seems that protecting the women is a priority." he said. "Let's head back to the others. I think we have our profile." Hotchner said.
