Corrie/Juice/Opie finding Dita

As Juice nursed a lump on his jaw and looked for dita he realized he had a voicemail. Eager to hear it, he hit the code to listen to it.

what he heard would scar him for the rest of his life. Dita;s cries forever burnedinto his mind.

:Oh my fucking christ," he yelled, "Who let Dita leave?"

He zeroed in on Laurie, "Get out, I know it was you. Get out!! You may have killed her get out!!"

Corrie heard the commotion and came running, :What do you MEAN she may have killed her?"

Juice handed her the phone. As soon as she heard Zobel and the first of her sister's screams she reached over and, in front of all the women and children in the club house,grabbed Laurie by the hair and repeatedly smashed her head into the bar without any emotion on her face at all.

Letting the bitch drop to the floor corrie tried to calm Juice, "Trace her phone, he left it on I bet tryin to send us a message."

As Juice tracked it Corrie dragged Laurie out of the club house by her hair and Opie made his way over to Juice.

Opie saw the address pop up on the laptop screen and knew immediately where she was. "The recycling dump on 237...she's there."

Corrie grabbed Opie by the hand and looked at Juice, his jaw set in determination, "Lets go."

Juice looked at her like she'd lost her mind," You aren't going.Are you nuts? You will get in the way."

Corrie released opie and cocked her head to one side, "Unless you'd like to be dropped like your little doxie friend I suggest you come the feck on and save my damn sister."

They left immediately.

When they got there Juice and Corrie both got to the dumpster before Opie. They worked together to get the tarp out and retrieve Dita. Juice fell to his knees his hands ghosting all over her trying to asses the damage, "Oh god, oh jesus," he repeated.

Corrie casually walked over to the Warehouse, pulled out a small flask and a book of matched, dumped the contents of the flask along the perimeter of the building, and then dropped the matched on the liquid. she smiled as the flames shot up.

Dita was weaker at that point; she had lost a lot of blood. Her breathing came in short, barely audible whispers. At times she would cough weakly, choking on small amounts of blood. Opie tilted her head to the side so the blood she did cough up would simply spill out. He grimaced at the dog collar around her bruised neck. She had been treated like an animal. He looked at Juice, "We need to get her to a hospital."

Juice stood shakily, "Yea lets get her in the van."

Opie ran back to the van to get a blanket and came back to Dita. He wrapped up as carefully as he could and slowly lifted her into his arms. The light jostling made her whimper in pain.

Juice followed Opie like a beaten dog. Silently, he thanked Corrie for beating Laurie to a pulp. When Opie laid her in the back of the van, Juice knelt beside her and cried silently.

Corrie took the seat by Opie. She was calm livid, which was never good.
"Where does Zobelle operate from," she asked, the look on her face unnerving for most people.

Opie sped toward the hospital, calling the guys, Unser, and Tara as he did so. Afterward, he sighed, "He owns the cigar shop in town and is big in the catholic community. Dita has been collecting dirt on him for a few weeks now."


Dita coughed again, gagging on her blood. Her eyes swollen shut. She used her good hand to feel around for Juice, resting her hand on his leg in effort to comfort him.

Juice felt the hand on his knee and immediately freaked, "Dita! Oh baby, we're taking you to the hospital, you're going to be ok," he searched for an area not damaged so he could kiss her, in the end he took her good hand and kissed the palm, "I love you. I love you so much."


Corrie turned and watched the two in the back of the van. Her hands clenched in fists. Again, her face took on the unnerving mask, "Zobel will pay."

Dita squeezed his hand for a moment before her grip went limp.

Opie could see St Thomas ahead, "Tara is waiting out front."

When they arrived there was a flurry of movement. They rushed Dita in, got her stable and rushed her to the OR. The amount of her injuries was sickening. Juice sat in the waiting room beside Corrie who, though she tried, was little comfort. Juice felt more angry than he ever had.

Corrie knew she wasn't good comforter, so she offered her help the only way she knew how.
"Juice, how do we end Zobel?"


He stared at her, "We don't do anything without thclub. That's what got us here, damn it."

Corrie stood and walked over to Opie.

Tara came out of the OR four hours later, exhaustion plain on her face. She sat down next to Juice, releasing a heavy sigh.

"Deet is out of surgery now, but heavily sedated. She has six broken ribs, a broken arm and wrist, both legs are broken and may have nerve damage...too soon to tell. She has a concussion due to the blows to the head. Juice...she was raped. More than once and by more than one man. We rushed STD tests to the lab."

Juice put his head in his hands, "Jesus, Tara. How long before she is allowed to be without sedation?"

Tara shook her head, "At the very least, three days? Her body needs to heal without the emotional trauma hindering it. We still need to investigate deeper for brain damage. She may be lucid in some areas and not in others. We are also concerned about the possible nerve damage in her legs...whether she will walk again is the main concern. Regardless, she will need counseling and physical therapy. It's a miracle she lived through all of it...she is a fighter." Tara sighed, "She'll be in the ICU on twenty four hour monitoring. You are welcome to stay with her as long as you like as well as Corrie."

Juice shook his head, "Thanks Tara."

With a grim looke he rose and grabbed Corrie by the arm, ignoring her pissed off stare and jerking, "Screw waiting for the club. Come on, psycho lets go."
Corrie smiled viciously.

When Juice and Corrie returned, opie was sitting with Dita. He looked haggard and worried. Corrie hadn't even bother to clean the blood smeared on her face off. She made a beeline for Dita and leaned down, a smile on her face, and began rapidly whispering in her ear.

Juice came in the room and looked towards Opie, his face pale, and shook his head.

"i should have listened to you, brother."

He went to the side of Dita's bed and grabbed a chair, sliding his hand into her good hand.