It Happened 1/3
Title: It Happened.
Author: Cloudox (xcloudx on fanfiction(dot)net)
Summary: Sequel to And Then ( found here cloudox.livejournal.com/2767.html#cutid1 ) Brian’s on another undercover mission in Florida.
Characters: Brian, Dom, Rome, Monica
Genre: Drama, Angst, Suspense
WARNING: Non-con, blood, swearing, drugs
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
(Thank you all for reading and reviewing!)
Two months later.
Brian struggles to open the door to his Florida apartment, his hands shaking while trying to put the key into the door. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair, his head feeling funny and light. He tries again for the door when suddenly his door opens from the inside.
“Brian.”
The tall man in front of him stares at him for a minute before letting Brian into his own apartment, Brian stands still for a moment before walking in and closing the door. He tosses his keys on the table instead they hit the wall and land elsewhere. In his boat apartment house whatever you want to call it, there is no designated spot for anything, especially when he can’t think straight.
“Hey Brian,”
The whole time Brian had ignored the intimidating man in his house, not intentionally at first but now he has no choice but to confront his past. He doesn’t look at the man instead stares out his window, its dark outside… he’s been gone all day… how long has...
Rough hands grip his shoulders snapping his attention to the brown eyes glaring into his glazed and dilated ones.
“Are you high?”
“No were definitely grounded. Whaddaya doin in my house?”
“House? ” More like a stupid boat but Dom really doesn’t know what to say except stare.
Brian starts to chuckle then starts to laugh out loud, at first it’s because of the slow distorted voice questioning him but now he just can’t help but laugh as his mouth was making funny vibrations. He crashes to the floor and looks up at the man staring down at him.
Brian puts his face into his hands laughing into them then starts to cry, “Dom, why are you here? Is this even real?” Brian wipes his face and stands up, wobbling but with the help of Dom he is placed onto the couch. He puts his hand on his forehead trying to focus.
Dom shakes his head ignoring the questions, “What’s happened to you Brian…” Dom mumbles to himself and watches as Brian is squirming on the couch laughing when just a few seconds ago he was crying. The kid’s a mess. Brian pushes himself up to stand and gets in Dom’s face.
“Why are you here?!” Brian he raises his voice. “You shouldn’t be here, you’re just gonna drink all my…” He trails off looking God knows where before looking back at Dom, a look of confusion crosses Brian’s face and before Dom has the chance to react Brian’s fist is connecting with his jaw.
Dom finally gets fed up and pushes Brian back by the shoulders but he flips out and starts to punch at Dom with messy shots, a couple of times hitting his hand against the wall instead.
Dom and Brian struggle for a little while longer when finally Dom has Brian in a lock only to find he had passed out.
Considering Brian being a cop, ex-cop, he certainly sucked at holding his liquor or whatever consumed the kid. He stares at Brian’s handsome face and pushes his hair from his closed eyes then picks him up and dumps him unceremoniously on the couch. He didn’t expect this- Brian’s sad excuse of a life he had just witnessed. No, he thought he would find Brian in a nice house working night shifts with a job on the side to pay for his newly wed wife’s salon business. Pff, who is he kidding, Brian will never live an easy life.
If Mia saw-
“Shit!” Dom picks up his phone and calls Mia while looking at the disaster passed out on the couch.
xxx
Brian wakes up with his mouth feeling like cotton and his head feeling like shit. He squints his eyes while trying to see around his bright boathouse trying to remember last night. He knew Dom was here he wasn’t that dumb, but trying to remember how he ended up asleep was another.
“You’re awake,” Dom says catching how the man flinched and tensed up. “You gonna tell me what’s going on Brian?”
“Ungh.” Brian moans and stands up suddenly self conscious, “What?” He mumbles barely registering whats going on. He looks over and focuses on Dom. This is ridiculous, he struggles to get up.
“Brian.” Dom frowns and crosses his arms. “I thought you had an undercover gig going on or did you lie about that too?” Brian slams his fist on the counter and gets to his feet.
Yeah that’s all he is to Dom, a liar. Brian sighs while looking around, anything to avoid eye contact really.
“Dom, I know this looks bad but it’s not what it looks like.”Brian goes to his fridge and opens it up, parched as hell but only finds an old can of ginger ale and a Corona. “And what right do you have just breaking into my house?”
“Your door was unlocked.” Dom says calmly seating himself never taking his eyes off Brian.
“What?” Brian stops moving and Dom watches as Brian flies over to his top dresser door.
He takes out a gun, a badge, and a few more items he can only guess holds meaning to the cop. “Lose something?” He asks and Brian shakes his head. “I don’t think so… you sure it wasn’t locked? I could have sworn I locked it.”
“Maybe you were high.” Dom says intentionally being nonchalant.
Brian looks over at Dom and shakes his head, he walks over and sits down next to his old friend, well, to him he was like a friend. He needs to brush his teeth or maybe he decided that sitting next to Dom probably isn’t in his best interest. He gets up and quickly brushes his teeth before coming back out and looking over at Dom.
Dom stares.
“Come on Brian, just come home and get out of this mess,” At first when Dom arrived to Florida he had wanted to stay and enjoy the change of scenery, but now after finding Brian as he was last night all he wants is to go home and get everything normal again.
It doesn’t help that there’s a classic 1968 Camaro with a 350 motor to be tuned at the garage, the owner wants it back ASAP but he figures he can find a couple other things the ‘old beaut’ needs work on. The guy definitely has the cash to dish for extra parts, hell he’d probably appreciate it- FOCUS Dom! Brian. He looks the man up and down.
“I would if I could but I can’t just leave my job,” He stops and ponders why Dom would actually go through the trouble to come all this way to find him, fear crosses his features and his eyes narrow, “Is something wrong? Is it Mia?”
“Mia is fine, she’s worried about you.” Dom decides not to tell him how he and Leon ended up telling Mia about Brian’s habit. Which didn’t go well and they had to force her not to go crazy… leave that for Dom.
Brian shakes his head, “I’m always thinking of her,” He sighs; he’s always thinking of Dom, he wants to add. “I was going to call but work has been…” He stops and runs a hand through his blond hair.
“How’d you find out where I lived?”
“Well it wasn’t that hard, you said Florida, and well Hector knows people here and they’ve been saying how some new guy is smoking people out of their money.”
“Oh…?”
“You must be using all the money on the cars… from the way things are looking in your fridge.”
Brian doesn’t say anything so he continues,
“Your black friend was here earlier, I talked to him and he said some things I’m shocked by.”
Dom notices the flash of surprise cross Brian’s eyes then he turns away, “What’d he say?”
“Says you really went to Juvi, he also says you’re in trouble.”
Brian lets out a humorless laugh. “Well I’m not in trouble, so you can tell Pierce to mind his own damn business.” Dom thinks Brian has finally lost it as he says this extra loudly.
But Brian makes his way to the front door and swings it open finding Rome next to it listening but acts like he was about to knock.
“What are you doing?” Brian yells at Roman. “Telling him about me, how do you know he wasn’t here to kill me?”
“Chill out man… Jesus you’re dramatic as fuck you know that? He’s obviously your friend so sit down and let Dom help you.” Rome barges in immediately going to the fridge taking out the last Corona. “’sides you think I don’t know a killa when I see one?”
Brian looks incredulous but sits down and glares while Dom laughs out at the irony.
“Hey man,” Rome nods to Dom.
“Yeah, how are you?”
“Oh this and that, our friend Brian here has been undercover for the feds. Fortunately I got out just in time and got my name cleared but Brian had to stick it out longer because he’s an actual agent. Things started to get tough which starts to be where I get lost with how things went down because Brian started to keep secrets.”
“Secrets, again Bri? I thought you would have learned by now.”
“Listen,”
“No you listen! I didn’t come all the way to Sunshine state for you to keep a tight lid, I came to bring you back. If you need help I think I can dish out some considering…” Considering what Brian did for Dom.
Brian glares with the trained look taught in the academy. The one that said “De-escalate, I’m in charge and you are just a drunk suspect charged with assault and armed robbery.”
“Man,” Rome starts,
“Shut up, Roman!”
He sighs and looks at both of his friends but can’t bring himself to tell them what happened, Verone messed around with him so much and now… STOP. Now isn’t the time.
He decides he can spare them something, he sighs and begins.
Xxxx
Verone glances over at Brian.
“It’s a shame your friend decided to leave this opportunity especially after he showed his talent, what was the reason again?”
Verone twirls the olive stick in his martini while staring down at the disheveled looking blonde. He was glad the pickpocket decided to leave, even though he was a really good driver he came to the realization he could save money by using one driver. Brian was all he needed anyway.
“His mother isn’t doing well,”
“And he’s giving up all this money for that?”
“Wouldn’t you?” Brian asks not really sure if he should have.
Verone bites off an olive from the gold pick.
“No.”
The awkward silence was interrupted by the click of high heels, Monica otherwise known as undercover Agent Fuentes, walks over to Verone and whispers something into his ear looking over at Brian.
Xxxx
Something wasn’t right that day, she looked afraid when she glanced over at Brian while telling Verone whatever it was.
“And that was the last time I saw her, and the last day Agent Markham has heard from her. So now we’re looking for her and we have no lead. Nothing. But I think Markham had to have known something was going to go down or else he wouldn’t have cleared Rome’s name for doing nothing.” Rome scoffs and Brian continues.
“It has to be something bigger… something only a law enforcer can meddle into. I can take care of this myself though, it’s what I trained for.” He walks into the bathroom and changes his shirt away from their prying eyes so they don’t see the bruises.
“I know you can O’Conner, my question is; when did he start making you do drugs? You think maybe this other Agent of yours is going through the same problem,”
“I couldn’t tell if he made her or not, she never told us,” He says through the bathroom door.
Rome nods his head in agreement.
Brian comes out and sighs, “After… everything that happened in L.A I did my best to get clean, and I did just in time for the investigation. It was only recently, probably about a month ago he started to, you know,” He doesn’t say anymore after that.
Rome looks pissed, “Why didn’t you try harder, man! And it had to be longer than a month cause I remember you were high before then bro, don’t go playin no game with me.”
Brian stills for a minute before calmly replying.
“I relapsed and I don’t know if he noticed that I was using that he decided to encourage me but, I tried Rome but you know Verone too, man. You try fuckin telling a guy ‘no’ when he has a gun loaded and practically in your face. I think this case and finding Monica is more important than leaving the case because he’s forcing me pills down my throat.” Brian growls and paces the small area glancing over at Dom who has been quiet for awhile now.
“And what happens Brian when you start to slip and blow the case, only this time you kill yourself in the process. You think you can pull this off while being high and who knows what he’s giving you! Do you even know?” Dom leans forward glaring intently at Brian who decides to stand still.
Brian snaps and stalks over to Dom, “I am doing my job well and I’m not slipping up, the only reason I ‘slipped’ while doing your case is cause, cause,” He stutters,
“Cause,” A smirk spreads into a smile on Dom’s face as Brian struggles for words.
“Because my morals got in the way.” He growls, “Verone doesn’t know anything and I’m just getting on his good side, it’s part of the job I don’t have a choice, I have to nab this guy to clear everything the feds have over my head.”
“That doesn’t make sense Bri, to just throw your life away because of the feds, there has to be something safer.” Rome grumbles and Brian turns and glares. “Someone else.”
“I can do it,” He crosses his arms and looks from Rome to Dom, “I know I can.”
“Oh that’s great Brian, and what’s giving you that courage the drugs he’s shoving down your throat? Or are you doing that recreationally now? It’s going to make you crash and soon he’ll have you wrapped around his fingers because you’ll be a helpless addict more worried about their next fix than actually worrying about their job.”Dom snaps, standing up, he wants to find this Verone mother fucker right now and smash his skull in.
Brian shakes his head, “Don’t talk down to me like I’m a whore! I am working with the law, Dom, not with some friends trying to make money by hitching fucking eighteen wheelers! You have no clue what I go through to make my part believable to make the world a better place for civies like you!”
Dom feels like he’s seeing red, “Right Brian, I keep forgettin you’re a Police officer especially when you’re letting criminals go and probably snorting Vicoden every other hour. But go ahead and be proud of yourself, make the world a “better” place because you always do such a grade A job!”
It was only seconds and they were at each others throats with Rome between them pushing them apart with every ounce of strength he has.
“Bri! Stop, Dom NO! ENOUGH!”
Rome punches Brian in the face, Dom witnessing this suddenly has the feral urge to punch Rome in the face but remember exactly what he was trying to accomplish to begin with. He backs off and hits into the wall. The whole time the boat rocking sullenly.
Maybe he will get some anger management help when he gets back.
It’s quiet and Brian is shaking something awful before sitting down, “I think he’s testing me.”
Dom can practically hear Mia say: “Act like an adult, Dom.”
“How?” Dom frowns while itching for whiskey.
Brian shrugs, “He,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “has these tests. I take the drug he supplies to the public and he wants to know how I react. It’s just a way to control me, but if I don’t he will fire me and then how will I find Monica and or evidence on drug trafficking”
And that’s not all, Brian thinks, it’s really only the tip of the massive iceberg.
Rome shouts, “You know Bilkins would haul your skinny white ass right off this case if he knew Verone had you takin that shit, or are you enjoying it that much Bri?”
Brian shivers from both anger and the way that Dom is staring at him, “I have tried to not take them, I even…”
He wants to tell them how he begged Verone not to make him take the drugs. He wants them to understand this isn’t what he wants but someone has to do it, this is his job and if he doesn’t do it then he will always be on the Feds radar constantly tormenting him.
“I have to pretend I’m interested or else he’ll know something is up and what undercover takes drugs? It’s the perfect solution.” He says leaning back giving them a smug look.
Dom shakes his head, there is more to this Brian isn’t telling them and he is going to find out what. The Brian he knew during the races, before the shooting, he wasn’t this jittery frightened man in front of him. Not that Brian was showing fear at the moment but he didn’t have to, Dom could smell it.
“You’re off this case Brian. No way in hell am I letting you go to this lunatic.” Dom declares standing up and looking Brian straight in the line, “So on to the next question, what is on the line, besides Monica and the drugs?”
“Yeah Brian, why don’t you tell us?” Rome gets ready to take a mouthful of beer when Brian grabs the bottle out of his hands and takes the drink for himself.
He gets up and decides to ignore the question, he doesn’t have to answer him and frankly this interrogation has gone on long enough, he has to get going.
“Don’t tell him Bri and I will.” Rome laughs.
“Fuck you Rome, go ahead do the honors, I have to get going to Verone in a couple minutes.”
Brian goes into the bathroom and slams the door shut, the shower starts to run.
“You aren’t going to Verone,” Dom yells, “Whats his deal?” Dom stares down Rome not finding this funny in the least.
“I heard Bilkins talkin to the other Fed agent, sounded to me that Brian ruined a case that cost the feds a lot of money, it wasn’t no chump change either, they must be usin something against him to continue with this assignment cause when we first started we both thought Verone was sketchy, but now if Brian’s actually usin drugs from the guy... You know Brian though, he gets stubborn.”
“Yeah, stubborn.”
Dom gets up and stalks over to the bathroom door despite Rome’s sudden realization protests. He bangs loud on the door and when Brian doesn’t answer he barges inside the small bathroom, Brian’s half naked and stares at him with wide eyes but they narrow as soon as he looks at the busted door.
“Fuck Dom what the hell is wrong with you, you’re not even gonna fix that are you? Goddamnit! I’m trying to take a shower here, can you leave,” He doesn’t finish because he’s startled by Doms strong arms holding him still.
“Yo cool down man,” Rome says from the door way not sure if he should interfere. “At least wait till he’s done taking a shower.”
“I don’t wait,” He glares at Rome then back at Brian, “You have explaining to do.” Dom’s eyes rome Brians chest, blue and black bruises splaying over his chest and back. He’s tempted to look further down but now doesn’t seem to be the time.
“Did Verone do that to you?!”
“Yes.” Brian says while storming out of the bathroom mumbling curses under his breath. He stands in the small kitchen and spreads his arms, “I don’t think you guys understand that I’ve been doing this longer than you think. Not drugs, but the undercover deal. I’ve been an undercover agent for three years, this isn’t the worst guy I’ve dealt with. I have backup Dom, so don’t worry.”
“Someone has too, it’s like you’re losing all common sense! He’s using you and it’s not worth your job! I don’t care if you’ve been doing this your whole life, it needs to end now. I have a bad feeling, man.”
“He’s right, Bri… and since when did he start hitting you?”
“When I get enough evidence on Verone to slam him behind bars for more than a year then I’ll take a break, okay?” He folds his arms, “It was after you left,” He glances at Dom and Rome who remain quiet so he continues.
“It’s this or lose my job Dom.” Brian sits down and whispers, “And let’s not forget the Feds still have a grudge on me, this is my last chance to make it right,” He shakes his head. “Plus Monica, Dom this case is so big we have to bust this guy and if I pussy out now cause he’s hitting me around some, how can I live with that?”
Brian avoids their looks feeling awkward but hears the cracking of Doms hands and cringes.
Rome glares, “Motherfuckers… Now see this is why I hate the police, they turn on you when you need them.”
“It doesn’t matter… all that matters to me right now is catching this guy, he’s dangerous.”
“Tell them to put you on another case then, tell them about the drugs!”
“You think they don’t know? You don’t think they don’t already ask for my urine? They know and they don’t care because I ruined their case and all they want is a successful mission and who better to handle getting fucked up besides me?” Brian stands up and quickly goes into his room then comes out dressed in a brown shirt with some orange splashed designs and blue jeans.
“But Brian, if they know you messed up their biggest case why are they putting you on this case? Aren’t they afraid you’ll fuck it up? Or maybe that’s what they want.”
Denial. Brian shakes his head. “No, this is a second chance, they wouldn’t… And your case was the only case I failed.”
The air is tense and everything so far isn’t making sense. Brian quickly goes into his room equipping himself with a couple knives and a gun.
“I’m sorry there’s nothing in the fridge. I don’t know when I’m gonna be home so…” He pauses at the door, suddenly being angry over them worrying is foolish and this could be the last time he… he doesn’t finish the thought and admire their faces before turning to leave.
“Be careful Bri.”
“Call as soon as something goes bad, Brian.”
The door shuts.
Dom signs and rubs his eyes, he doesn’t like this feeling. He looks over at Rome who doesn’t look so optimistic either.
“This has got to be deeper than we thought, if what Brian is saying is true, about the urine tests… ”
Rome shrugs and sighs, his shoulders sinking , “I don’t know what to do, he’s like my brother I hate to see it come to this but,” He shrugs trying to figure out what to do but doesn’t come up with anything. “I don’t know… I feel like we can’t trust anybody.”
Dom agrees and tries to think. They needed help from someone else.
It Happened 2/3: cloudox.livejournal.com/3933.html#cutid1