The smell of garlic bread and lasagna filled the entire house. Casey inhaled deep, as she finished applying the last stroke of her mascara. Stepping back from the floor length mirror, she did a once over of the makeup she had put on and was satisfied. She knew tonight was just the guys but it had been a while since she had gotten all glamored up. She had told herself repeatedly that her sudden interest in makeup and a cute outfit, had nothing to do with Tig or their earlier incident. She walked over her to the closet and gazed at the racks of new clothes that inhabited it. She had sent all her clothes and belongs to Charming via a delivery service. But, Gemma's mothering/spending habit kicked in and she insisted that Casey go shopping for new clothes on her and Clay. Casey didn't know she had meant to buy her all new everything. She settled on a summer dress that hit about 3 inches above her knee. The top was fitted and belted at the waist, flaring out at the bottom. It was the exact emerald green her eyes were. Slipping on her new black, lace bra and thong, she slid the dress on and stepped into her wedged sandals. She was glad she had taken Gemma up on her offer to get a manicure and pedicure the day before. Spritzing on her perfume, the same she had worn since high school,she made her way downstairs.

Gemma turned when she saw Casey hit the bottom stair and instantly felt 100 times happier than she had been in a long time. Her only daughter going away to college had been hard but having her not return for almost 10 years, that was another story. Casey hadn't originally planned to go to college but sometime between the summer after she graduated high school and the winter of that year, things had changed. Gemma could never put her finger on it but something had definitely sent Casey into a tailspin and before she knew it, she was off living somewhere else. She had pumped Jackson for information but he knew as much as she did.

"Hmm, everything smells sooo good, Mom," Casey said, smiling as she popped a piece of garlic bread in her mouth.

"That dress looks good on you, baby," Gemma told her. "I told you some retail therapy would do the trick."

"Well, it's been a while since I've dressed up. Although, tonight probably won't get me any hot dates," she giggled.

"Say the word and any of the boys will take you out," Gemma answered, seriously.

Casey laughed out loud and went about setting the table. Apparently, everyone was coming tonight. So, she laid out extra napkins and silverware in case any random folks decided to make an appearance. The familiar rumble of bikes pulling into the driveway sounded, causing Casey to smooth her hands down her green dress. Here goes nothing, she thought.

"So, when I did my high kick, my jumpsuit completely split down the backside," Bobby laughed out. "I was so drunk, I didn't realize it until after I walked off stage and had mooned about 50 people."

The group busted out laughing. Bobby never failed to deliver an interesting and comedic story about any of his gigs as Bobby Elvis. The dinner party had migrated onto the deck and the guys were taking turns playing horseshoes. Gemma's dinner was delicious and all the guys grunted or burped their appreciation.

"Sooo, Casey Lynn-since this dinner is in your honor, please enlighten us about where ya been, whatcha been doin' and what you wanna be when you grow up," Juice stated.

Gemma smiled and passed the joint she was smoking over to Jax. "Go on baby, tell them how smart you are."

Casey suddenly felt nervous. All eyes were on her, including Tig's. The night had been uneventful concerning him thus far, although he did whisper in her ear that her dress had him wondering what she had on underneath. She smiled before she answered, replaying his voice in her head.

"Well, you guys know I went to USC. I received my bachelor's in Early Childhood Development and then stuck around USC for a couple of years and got my Master's. I did a bunch of student teaching and training for special ed. And about 2 years ago, I was offered a job up in Tacoma to spearhead a program for an elementary school in the area that didn't have one for special education kids. So, that's where I have been since then. I am hoping to get a job in Charming either teaching privately or at one of the schools," she rounded out.

The crew looked back at her in amazement. The daughter of a deceased outlaw biker club president and the queen of them all, was a regular saint.

"Uh, wow. I am like, totally speechless, Case,' Juice sputtered out. "You aren't even 30 yet and you did all that?"

"Somebody around here had to make the club look good," Jax offered up. "Besides, where do you think she got the brains from?"

The guys laughed at Jax and dispersed into the backyard. Tig got up and made his way inside to use the bathroom.

"Jackie-Boy, you're up next," Chibs yelled over. "Find a partner better than mine."

The Prospect rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry I threw the horseshoe backwards instead of forwards, I just lost my grip. Shit."

"You hit me in the knee, you dumb arse," Chibs exlaimed.

"Case, you wanna show 'em how it's done?' Jax asked. "Come on, change your dress and let's kick some ass."

"Clay, you go be Jax's partner. I'm tired," she sighed.

Clay held his hands up, both shaking slightly. "No dice, doll face. I'll be worse than the Prospect and it won't be the knee that Chibs catches a horseshoe in if I'm out there."

Juice started taunting her from the far pit. "Come on, you are smart and I know you are athletic. If you were pretty, you could be the total package."

The last jab elicited ooh's and holy shit's from the group.

"You're on, ass wipe," Casey fired back. "Give me 5 minutes."

Casey trotted off and headed upstairs to her room.

Meanwhile, Tig had been in the bathroom upstairs doing his thing. He flushed the toilet and went over to wash his hands. He couldn't get over Casey's explanation of what she had been doing all these years. In a roundabout way, he asked Clay, Gemma and Jax often about what she had been up to. He had no idea she was the original Mary Poppins or at least that's what it sounded like. A feeling of shame washed over him. He had killed people. He regularly had meaningless sex with women he never saw again. He smuggled guns like candy. No wonder she all but ran out of town 10 years ago. He had told himself over and over, that blowing her off back in the day was the best thing for her and him. He had become totally distracted with her and he definitely didn't want Clay or anyone in the club to find out what they had been doing. He turned away from the counter and was about to walk back downstairs, when the adjoined room caught his eye. The door was slightly opened and when he pushed it back, he realized it was Casey's room. He looked around the bathroom, like someone was in there watching him. He looked back at the bathroom door and made sure it was locked before venturing into her space. There were clothes strewn around the room and boxes everywhere. A pink polka dotted album caught his eye and he grabbed it up. Sitting on her unmade bed, he thumbed through the pictures. In every one, she had that smile on display. The first few pages were of her at college, he assumed. She was with various other girls at parties and it appeared that she was in a sorority, judging by the matching shirts they all wore with those symbol things on there. He flipped through the rest of the album and went to replace it back on her bookcase, when a stray picture fell out. His mood went from relaxed to wholly pissed off, instantly. There in the picture, was Casey and Kozik. She was laughing her smile and Koz had his face nuzzled into her neck. Tig didn't do jealous but what he felt right now, bordered on homicide and breaking shit. Before he could rip the picture into a million pieces, he heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and coming down the hallway. He had no way to get around the bed and back into the bathroom, so he shoved himself into her closet and hoped for the best.

Casey shut her bedroom door and locked it. She walked over to the bathroom and peeked in. Satisfied that no one was in there, she shut the door and moved to her dresser drawer. Pulling out her yoga style pants and socks, she dropped the articles on the bed. She rummaged around for her favorite Tool T-shirt and became irritated when she couldn't find it. Oh well, she thought. She unzipped the back of her dress and the let material pool around her ankles. Picking it up, she walked over to the closet and opened the door.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, when Tig's face emerged from inside. "Just what and the hell are you doing in my closet?"

He had stashed the picture in his back pocket while watching the peep show.

"Uh, I was looking for the bathroom. Nope, not in there," he said, looking back into the closet and trying to make light of being caught.

He may have been caught but the sight he saw right now, was definitely worth it. Casey stood before him in only a flimsy, lace bra and thong. He was staring and didn't care.

"So, this is what was on underneath that dress?" he asked, hoping his half smirk still had the charm.

"You still didn't answer my question. What are you doing in here?" Casey questioned, again. "Whatever bullshit you are trying to pull, please stop."

"What else did you do in Tacoma, besides teach kids? Or here's a better one, who were you doing in Tacoma?" he shot out. Whoa, he thought. Where had that come from?

"You arrogant bastard," she exclaimed. "Get out, right now. You have no right to ask or accuse me of anything."

When he didn't move, Casey reached back to slap him but was brought up short. Her hand never reached his face, as Tig caught her smack in mid air and hauled her up against him. He silenced her cry by covering her mouth with his. He kissed her roughly and held both her hands in one of his. He caught her chin with his other hand, willing her jaw to open.

Casey struggled desperately against him. She hated him right now and was so hurt that he dared to come into her room and act the judge. Her movements proved powerless, as Tig forced her mouth open with his hand, working her jaw. He dropped her hands and placed his now unoccupied hand on her lower back. She was flush against him now. Her body betrayed her, as she felt herself fully respond to him. Her hands snaked up his arms and she fisted his blue shirt between her fingers. Every ounce of her willpower, at least where Tig was concerned, had dissipated. She felt him feeling around the back of her bra for the clasp. She stepped away from him and held his gaze. Without breaking the eye contact, she unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra. He was on her before she could drop her hands. Pushing her breasts together, he nuzzled the valley that they created. He massaged them both and began tweaking her right nipple. His other hand went to work on her left breast, as his mouth replaced where his hand had been. She let out a gasp and dropped her head back. He kissed back up to her mouth and walked her backwards. All but ripping the bra off of her, he then spun her around. He had moved her in front of her floor length mirror. She looked at herself and then his reflection. His blue eyes burned a path up her body, following where his hand was going. He started his massaging again, only this time they could both see what he was doing. Casey rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Her legs felt like jelly and she felt like falling over.

"Don't close your eyes," he whispered. "I'm just getting started."

She opened her eyes just in time to see his hand travel lower. Biting her lip in anticipation, she watched as he rubbed over her lacy underwear and moved even lower. His hand circled her core and she felt a moment of embarrassment when she realized how wet she was. She ground herself into him, feeling his excitement for her. He leaned her head to the side and kissed a trail from the tip of her shoulder to her earlobe. His adventurous hand slipped inside her thong and connected with her center. She moaned her pleasure and gripped his wrist with her hand. Tig was never one to slack in the sex department and today, he was more than proving his point. There in the house of Gemma and Clay, Tig was rounding third base with John Teller's only daughter.

He could feel her reaching the brink and was about to slide his hand out and something else in, when a loud knock sounded at her door.

"Casey! Did you fall in or something?" Jax's annoying voice came through the door.

Her green eyes widened so far, they probably hit her eyebrows. Tig kept her in place with his hand and nodded to the door.

"Tell him something," he whispered.

"I'm fine. One of the girls called me and we were talking about our shopping weekend coming up," she lied. "Give me a few, I'll be right down."

"Hurry up," Jax answered back.

Casey moved Tig's hand out of her underwear and stepped away from him. She picked up her bra and clasped the front closed, hugging herself for a moment. The very thing that just happened, was what she didn't want to happen.

She looked over her shoulder to see Tig adjusting himself. He was used to this sort of thing and was completely unfazed. He righted his shirt and looked up at her. He walked over and placed his hand behind her head, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

"We will finish this. Maybe not tonight but soon," he asserted.

He turned and walked back towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Casey looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't recognize the girl staring back.