FIC: Yesterdays and Tomorrows (Fast & Furious, Brian/Mia)
Disclaimer- Not mine, so don't sue.
Chapter- 4: Answers
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Wednesday- 11:50 P.M
Site of Letty's Crash
(Dominic's POV)
The streets were as abandoned as they usually were this time of night. This is how I prefer them to be; when I ain't racing. When I'm not on that speed of adrenaline. Can't say I'll ever enjoy it as much as I used to. Not without you, Letty.
My eyes raise to the sky, and I wonder, are you watching from up there? Or are you even up there?
I still can't bring myself to believe you're gone.
Why?
I ask myself that same question.
And I still don't have a damn answer.
Its one of those things, you know. The things I'm always unsure about. I know you used to get on me about that. About how I seemed to not give a damn too much. But that's just me.
Just like… You're just you.
I think, the reason why I can't let you go, is because I don't really see any others out there. There isn't anyone as special as you. You know? The type of girl who can double clutch; kick ass when she needs to. The type of girl who ain't afraid to work on a car, or get oil, engine ggrease under her nails.
You never did like your nails long, though. Did you?
I can still laugh at that.
How you would stand there, picking at them while spinning those smart remarks to the ladies that used to hang around me. You were one of us.
"You are one of us."
I resist the urge to throw myself on me knees in the middle of this damned street. Wanting to believe so badly that you're alive. Out there somewhere.
Killin' Fenix never did it any justice. You were always right about that. How revenge only makes you more of the horses ass.
But it did help a little bit. At least I know that son-of-a-bitch won't be doin' any more dirty deeds. And Braga, gone for good.
Can you believe I'm standing here, in the middle of the spot where you were supposedly murdered, trying to make sense of it all? Me, the procrastinator. The one who sat back and said fuck every problem out there.
I never could walk away when it concerned you. I won't ever walk away.
If I'd have known you'd asked Brian to help clear my name, I'd have come back. If I'd have known this would happen…
I try to rationalize my thoughts as I kneel down and skim my fingers over the tire marks on the ground.
If I'd have known I'd have to be at your funeral, I never would have left.
With a sigh, I push up off the ground, ready to head back to my car, and to a place I know I need to go while its vacant; my eyes catch hold of the bullet mark on the ground and the scorch marks from the fire. Somethin' just doesn't add up.
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(Normal POV)
A roaring engine broke the silence; and Dom turned quickly to see Vince and Leon pulling up in their shared Nissan Maxima. Originally, the car had been Vince's. His pride and joy ever since Jesse and himself first worked on it. Letty had been the one pushing them to finish the product. Wanting to see the car kick some ass in the Race Wars. Mainly wanting the Tran's to get theirs' handed to them.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Vince strode up to Dom, Leon trailing behind. When Jesse died; Leon had pretty much just hung around. No longer racing, or clutching. No longer doing anything. Except working at The Racers Edge.
After Dom left, there was no point for Vince to race. All the fun left with his childhood buddy. And his arm nearly had no nerves left to do much with. The best he could do was work on old cars. He'd been stuck helping out at Harry's shop as well. Even though the guy had retired his duties and left his shop to the Toretto gang.
Not knowing whether to speak; or stay quiet, Vince bowed his head slightly.
"I still can't believe she's gone man." He began, tossing his shoulders forward. Dominic said nothing as he stared at him. "I can still see her laying on the floor you know? Kicking our asses at a video game, of all things." A dry chuckle left his lips and the silence took over once more.
Truth was; Letty and Mia had been the only two women they accepted into their circle. Into heir lives as one of them. Not so much Mia; the girl was a sweetheart, not cut out for the shit they did. But, she could hold her own and she knew how to drive a car.
Letty, she was a whole different make and model. She knew what was under the hood of a car, could smell who would win. She was a natural. She could race, she could fight. She could down a beer just like the guys, and eat as much as they could. Letty had always blended in with them. Granted they watched her back more than anything. She was on a totally different level than any of them. Someone who had brains, had a heart. Someone who could leave you in the dust if you didn't watch your feet.
"You know I miss her." Shuffling his feet against the gravel, Vince inhaled a sharp breath as he looked up at Dom; eyes filled with tears. "And I want to believe as much as you do, that she's still out there."
Having heard enough, Dominic lifted his finger, pointing it at him as he walked towards him.
"She is still out there." He stated firmly, as if he was sure he was right. And in his mind, he was.
After a quick glance back at Leon, Vince narrowed his eyes and nodded his head to Dom.
"Yo, what do you mean, Dom?" He asked. "You sayin she's still alive man?"
"I'm sayin I ain't seen proof either way, so until I find some good evidence otherwise, I ain't givin' up."
Dom gave them a hard stare before walking around them and back to his car. He could feel their eyes on his back, staring holes. What if he was wrong about all this? Paranoid? Hell no. He had to be right.
"Dom." Vince tried, glancing back to him. "Dom, where you goin?"
"I wanna see the reports on Letty. The files; all of it." He gave them a look before getting into his car and speeding off.
Vince watched him drive away, feeling distant once more. He hated feeling left out. Ever since Brian showed up, that was all he felt. Like a third wheel, no longer riding with the big boys. Though the man had saved his life, he was still a traitor. Things had started falling apart the moment he came into their lives with his undercover badge and false name. He'd stolen his friends, his place. His pride. Even Mia.
The one woman Vince had wanted for years. But he was never good enough, or so he thought. Though he knew it wasn't like that.
And now Jesse was gone; Letty.
The team had slowly started to disband. And it gutted him deeply.
"Come on man, lets go." Leon stated softly, his eyes washing over the tire marks on the ground. He had always been the more settled one in the group. Choosing to just tag along. But he held a high respect for Letty. Hell, the first time he ever made a wise crack at her, she kneed him in the gonads and asked him to suck on that. Gutsiest woman he'd ever met. After saying a small prayer, he kissed his hand and held it to the sky before coaxing Vince back into the car, and driving on off.
"Lets go see Mia." Vince stated, tapping his hand on the dashboard. Leon gave him an incredulous look.
"That might not be such a good idea." Vince glared over at him. "She's with Brian, man. I say we head on home, call it a night."
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Thursday- 12:47 A.M
Vince & Leon's underground garage
The aroma was sweet, the air musky and thick with the smell of passion. The small rectangular windows near the door were covered with a moisture, an obvious sign of the heat that had taken place inside.
Mia lay across Brian, her head resting on his shoulder as her arm was draped out over his strong chest. She snuggled ever so closer, feeling the chill in the air. The sheets stuck to their bodies, clinging to them due to the heavy perspiration. Her hair was strung about, leg draped over his waist. She was comfortable.
And so was he.
Brian held a smile, genuine. Not the fake smile he usually put on during active under cover duty. Not the smile he showed the guys. Or anyone else for that matter.
But a smile he only wore for her.
Because she was the one who put said smile on his face.
His blue eyes sparkled at the thought. How five years ago, he wouldn't have imagined even getting a chance with her. It was part of the reason he wanted to race so badly. It wasn't just to infiltrate the team to sniff out the truck hijackers. It was to get close to her. She hung around with the hard core guys all the time, so protected by them, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance unless he got with the program.
Still, he never thought Toretto had been behind the hijacking. He had had his suspicions. But he had always wanted them to be false. Because he knew what would happen if he were right.
And it happened.
Five years.
Inhaling his natural scent, Mia moaned inwardly, trying to get closer to him, but it wasn't possible. She was already nearly covering his body with her own. She couldn't help the fact she still wanted to feel more of him against her hot skin. She'd missed him far too much over the years.
He'd come into her life with such an impression. The guy who put her first. Even though he was doing his job the entire time; he still put her ahead of it. Risking his job to help them. For her sake, more than anything else. He was a stand up guy. When he said he was going to do something, he did it. Sooner or later.
She chuckled to herself softly, all the worries in the world disappearing from her head. She didn't want to know where Dominic went, or what Vince and Leon had been up to. She didn't want to think about Letty. Not right now. The blow had been devastating. It was like losing a sister. She couldn't bare the thoughts, and Brian usually kept them away. Kept her whole.
A small drift wafted in from under the door, making Mia shiver. Glancing down to her, Brian pulled the sheet up over her more, his fingers brushing along her skin making her giggle.
He found it cute.
How she could be so cocky and innocent all at the same time. She hid behind the little sister exterior. But on the road, behind the wheel; she was as reckless as any of them. A kindred spirit. Someone who wanted to be loved; be the number one.
Wanting to hear his voice, she tried to devise a conversation starter. Even though the silence between them was comfortable, and not demanding.
"Did you really like the tuna?" She asked, one of the simplest of questions. One that made him laugh as he smoothly ran his fingers up and down her arm, feeling the flesh bead with goose bumps.
"No, not really." He admitted. "Even though I was undercover, I mainly showed up to see you." He said with a smile. Mia smiled to herself, lifting up. The sheet fell from around her as her hair hung beside her face. It acted as a veil to block the moonlight from the window not too far away.
Her eyes gazed into his own, searching. Brian couldn't help but admire her beauty. He remembered when he first saw her. How choked up he had been to even order anything.
"So you didn't like the tuna?" She chuckled, her thumb rubbing against his chest as she propped herself up on her elbow.
He studied her a moment, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes and scrunched his nose a bit.
"Maybe a little bit, yeah." Lifting his hand up in mock to show a pinch, he smirked to her. She playfully slapped him before being enveloped into his arms, and willingly tossing her leg over him to straddle his waist.
After several rounds of mind-blowing sex, she had thought the man would be exhausted by now. Apparently he wasn't as she nudged, and rotated her hips slightly in order to get the desired reaction out of him. Brian could only laugh half-heartedly as his hands found her thighs. She leaned down to place a kiss to his lips, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Promise me something?" She breathed as she pulled away. Her hands settled against his chest, and he could see the pleading in her eyes.
"Anything." He agreed, squeezing her thighs gently before sitting up, hands coming up to rest against her hips. Mia took the time to search his eyes, wanting to be sure of this this time. Wanting to make sure this was real, and that he wasn't just playing cop.
"Don't leave me." She whispered, unsure.
"Mia," Brian cupped her face in his hands, looking her straight in the eyes with an unfaltering gaze. "The only thing keeping me here right now is you." He stated truthfully. After a moment taken to consider his answer, Mia found her own, and leaned her head forward against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she sought the comfort she desperately needed. He wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around her, hugging her to him like a life line.
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Downtown L.A
1:15 A.M
L.A.P.D Files Directory & Morgue.
The shattering glass should've been enough to wake the sleeping guard posted in his glassed in cubicle near the entrance of the station; but said man was dead to the world. Dominic could hear the music from the guards head phones even from the back room. Shaking his head with a small grin, he stuck to the shadows. His eyes were peeled and open, and he headed across the room towards the file room. He had been into this station far too many times to not know where it was.
He knew where each camera was located, and he made sure to duck from its screen capture as it turned his way. Darting around cubicles and desks, manuvering through the shadows. He'd also broken into plenty of places with security. He knew how to fault it.
Coming to a stop near a blind spot, he stayed low to the ground, crouched as he looked around. The window down the hall lit the entire corridor. And it just so happened the door he wanted was right across that lit path.
'Great' He thought idly. 'The one room I need has a spot light.' Sighing to himself, he glanced behind him, around once more; checking his surroundings. He couldn't afford to be caught now. The entire city would be awake with swirling lights. Something he sure didn't need. 'Alright Letty, this is where your skills come in handy.'
Bracing himself, he gazed up at the camera pointed towards the door, impatiently waiting for it to rotate the other way. Every second ticked; the clock's hands echoing in his ears as the first bit of sweat fell from his brow, and the camera seemed to turn in slow motion. He made his move, darting out and retrieving the bobby pin from his pocket. Quickly he picked the lock, and fell inside the door, shoving it closed just as the camera returned to its spot on the door.
'You are one crazy son of a bitch' He told himself, mentally reprimanding the fact he could have put himself back in Lompoc.
Pushing himself up off the ground, he pulled out the flash light from his back pocket and began to violently rip through the cabinets. He didn't care how much noise he made, he knew these walls weren't paper thin. They were thick, meant for interrogations. He gripped the small handled flash light between his teeth as he fingered through the files. All the L's. No Leticia. All the O's. A few Ortiz's but no Leticia.
Feeling the vein pulse in his head, he narrowed his eyes and shoved the drawer shut, cursing himself as he slammed his hand down a top the metal cabinet. The noise reverberated through the room.
"Shit." He muttered, wiping a hand down his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew the files were here.
Somewhere.
But where?
"Looking for these?" The sudden womans voice made him jolt up right, and he turned. How had he not heard her? His eyes glared her way. She was in the shadows. But the voice was definitely a womans.
"Depends on what you got." He replied cooly, gripping the flash light in his hand. The woman came into the light, her gorgeous features obvious as she smiled at him. Tan skin; slightly dark hair. She looked familiar.
"Leticia Ortiz." The woman's voice was smooth but stern, a mix of Italian and Mexican he presumed. Opening the file, she proceeded toward him, a sway to her hips as she came to a stop just in front of him. "There isn't much in the police report. Found her car, ablaze. Found a body." She eye'd him, closing the file. "That's just the L.A.P.D's cover."
"What do you mean?" Dominic was suddenly interested, even though he had no idea who she was.
"I can see why Brian was so fond of you." She began, holding up the files. "You'll get what you want; all the information you need to know about Letty." She stepped forward. "The truth."
"Who are you?" At the mention of Brian's name, he knew it had to be a buddy of his. A friend at the Bureau. "How do you know me, and Brian?"
"My name, Mr. Toretto, is Monica Fuentes." Shifting her weight on one foot, she glanced down before looking back up to him. "I'm an agent. I worked undercover with Brian on a case three years ago."
"And you want to know where he is?" Everything seemed to click into place. Dominic had a feeling that whatever was in those files, Brian had to have known something. And he had a brutal beating awaiting him.
"So we have a deal then?" Monica quirked a brow, dark eyes luring.
Dominic didn't even hesitate.
"We got a deal."
Chapter- 4: Answers
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Wednesday- 11:50 P.M
Site of Letty's Crash
(Dominic's POV)
The streets were as abandoned as they usually were this time of night. This is how I prefer them to be; when I ain't racing. When I'm not on that speed of adrenaline. Can't say I'll ever enjoy it as much as I used to. Not without you, Letty.
My eyes raise to the sky, and I wonder, are you watching from up there? Or are you even up there?
I still can't bring myself to believe you're gone.
Why?
I ask myself that same question.
And I still don't have a damn answer.
Its one of those things, you know. The things I'm always unsure about. I know you used to get on me about that. About how I seemed to not give a damn too much. But that's just me.
Just like… You're just you.
I think, the reason why I can't let you go, is because I don't really see any others out there. There isn't anyone as special as you. You know? The type of girl who can double clutch; kick ass when she needs to. The type of girl who ain't afraid to work on a car, or get oil, engine ggrease under her nails.
You never did like your nails long, though. Did you?
I can still laugh at that.
How you would stand there, picking at them while spinning those smart remarks to the ladies that used to hang around me. You were one of us.
"You are one of us."
I resist the urge to throw myself on me knees in the middle of this damned street. Wanting to believe so badly that you're alive. Out there somewhere.
Killin' Fenix never did it any justice. You were always right about that. How revenge only makes you more of the horses ass.
But it did help a little bit. At least I know that son-of-a-bitch won't be doin' any more dirty deeds. And Braga, gone for good.
Can you believe I'm standing here, in the middle of the spot where you were supposedly murdered, trying to make sense of it all? Me, the procrastinator. The one who sat back and said fuck every problem out there.
I never could walk away when it concerned you. I won't ever walk away.
If I'd have known you'd asked Brian to help clear my name, I'd have come back. If I'd have known this would happen…
I try to rationalize my thoughts as I kneel down and skim my fingers over the tire marks on the ground.
If I'd have known I'd have to be at your funeral, I never would have left.
With a sigh, I push up off the ground, ready to head back to my car, and to a place I know I need to go while its vacant; my eyes catch hold of the bullet mark on the ground and the scorch marks from the fire. Somethin' just doesn't add up.
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(Normal POV)
A roaring engine broke the silence; and Dom turned quickly to see Vince and Leon pulling up in their shared Nissan Maxima. Originally, the car had been Vince's. His pride and joy ever since Jesse and himself first worked on it. Letty had been the one pushing them to finish the product. Wanting to see the car kick some ass in the Race Wars. Mainly wanting the Tran's to get theirs' handed to them.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Vince strode up to Dom, Leon trailing behind. When Jesse died; Leon had pretty much just hung around. No longer racing, or clutching. No longer doing anything. Except working at The Racers Edge.
After Dom left, there was no point for Vince to race. All the fun left with his childhood buddy. And his arm nearly had no nerves left to do much with. The best he could do was work on old cars. He'd been stuck helping out at Harry's shop as well. Even though the guy had retired his duties and left his shop to the Toretto gang.
Not knowing whether to speak; or stay quiet, Vince bowed his head slightly.
"I still can't believe she's gone man." He began, tossing his shoulders forward. Dominic said nothing as he stared at him. "I can still see her laying on the floor you know? Kicking our asses at a video game, of all things." A dry chuckle left his lips and the silence took over once more.
Truth was; Letty and Mia had been the only two women they accepted into their circle. Into heir lives as one of them. Not so much Mia; the girl was a sweetheart, not cut out for the shit they did. But, she could hold her own and she knew how to drive a car.
Letty, she was a whole different make and model. She knew what was under the hood of a car, could smell who would win. She was a natural. She could race, she could fight. She could down a beer just like the guys, and eat as much as they could. Letty had always blended in with them. Granted they watched her back more than anything. She was on a totally different level than any of them. Someone who had brains, had a heart. Someone who could leave you in the dust if you didn't watch your feet.
"You know I miss her." Shuffling his feet against the gravel, Vince inhaled a sharp breath as he looked up at Dom; eyes filled with tears. "And I want to believe as much as you do, that she's still out there."
Having heard enough, Dominic lifted his finger, pointing it at him as he walked towards him.
"She is still out there." He stated firmly, as if he was sure he was right. And in his mind, he was.
After a quick glance back at Leon, Vince narrowed his eyes and nodded his head to Dom.
"Yo, what do you mean, Dom?" He asked. "You sayin she's still alive man?"
"I'm sayin I ain't seen proof either way, so until I find some good evidence otherwise, I ain't givin' up."
Dom gave them a hard stare before walking around them and back to his car. He could feel their eyes on his back, staring holes. What if he was wrong about all this? Paranoid? Hell no. He had to be right.
"Dom." Vince tried, glancing back to him. "Dom, where you goin?"
"I wanna see the reports on Letty. The files; all of it." He gave them a look before getting into his car and speeding off.
Vince watched him drive away, feeling distant once more. He hated feeling left out. Ever since Brian showed up, that was all he felt. Like a third wheel, no longer riding with the big boys. Though the man had saved his life, he was still a traitor. Things had started falling apart the moment he came into their lives with his undercover badge and false name. He'd stolen his friends, his place. His pride. Even Mia.
The one woman Vince had wanted for years. But he was never good enough, or so he thought. Though he knew it wasn't like that.
And now Jesse was gone; Letty.
The team had slowly started to disband. And it gutted him deeply.
"Come on man, lets go." Leon stated softly, his eyes washing over the tire marks on the ground. He had always been the more settled one in the group. Choosing to just tag along. But he held a high respect for Letty. Hell, the first time he ever made a wise crack at her, she kneed him in the gonads and asked him to suck on that. Gutsiest woman he'd ever met. After saying a small prayer, he kissed his hand and held it to the sky before coaxing Vince back into the car, and driving on off.
"Lets go see Mia." Vince stated, tapping his hand on the dashboard. Leon gave him an incredulous look.
"That might not be such a good idea." Vince glared over at him. "She's with Brian, man. I say we head on home, call it a night."
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Thursday- 12:47 A.M
Vince & Leon's underground garage
The aroma was sweet, the air musky and thick with the smell of passion. The small rectangular windows near the door were covered with a moisture, an obvious sign of the heat that had taken place inside.
Mia lay across Brian, her head resting on his shoulder as her arm was draped out over his strong chest. She snuggled ever so closer, feeling the chill in the air. The sheets stuck to their bodies, clinging to them due to the heavy perspiration. Her hair was strung about, leg draped over his waist. She was comfortable.
And so was he.
Brian held a smile, genuine. Not the fake smile he usually put on during active under cover duty. Not the smile he showed the guys. Or anyone else for that matter.
But a smile he only wore for her.
Because she was the one who put said smile on his face.
His blue eyes sparkled at the thought. How five years ago, he wouldn't have imagined even getting a chance with her. It was part of the reason he wanted to race so badly. It wasn't just to infiltrate the team to sniff out the truck hijackers. It was to get close to her. She hung around with the hard core guys all the time, so protected by them, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance unless he got with the program.
Still, he never thought Toretto had been behind the hijacking. He had had his suspicions. But he had always wanted them to be false. Because he knew what would happen if he were right.
And it happened.
Five years.
Inhaling his natural scent, Mia moaned inwardly, trying to get closer to him, but it wasn't possible. She was already nearly covering his body with her own. She couldn't help the fact she still wanted to feel more of him against her hot skin. She'd missed him far too much over the years.
He'd come into her life with such an impression. The guy who put her first. Even though he was doing his job the entire time; he still put her ahead of it. Risking his job to help them. For her sake, more than anything else. He was a stand up guy. When he said he was going to do something, he did it. Sooner or later.
She chuckled to herself softly, all the worries in the world disappearing from her head. She didn't want to know where Dominic went, or what Vince and Leon had been up to. She didn't want to think about Letty. Not right now. The blow had been devastating. It was like losing a sister. She couldn't bare the thoughts, and Brian usually kept them away. Kept her whole.
A small drift wafted in from under the door, making Mia shiver. Glancing down to her, Brian pulled the sheet up over her more, his fingers brushing along her skin making her giggle.
He found it cute.
How she could be so cocky and innocent all at the same time. She hid behind the little sister exterior. But on the road, behind the wheel; she was as reckless as any of them. A kindred spirit. Someone who wanted to be loved; be the number one.
Wanting to hear his voice, she tried to devise a conversation starter. Even though the silence between them was comfortable, and not demanding.
"Did you really like the tuna?" She asked, one of the simplest of questions. One that made him laugh as he smoothly ran his fingers up and down her arm, feeling the flesh bead with goose bumps.
"No, not really." He admitted. "Even though I was undercover, I mainly showed up to see you." He said with a smile. Mia smiled to herself, lifting up. The sheet fell from around her as her hair hung beside her face. It acted as a veil to block the moonlight from the window not too far away.
Her eyes gazed into his own, searching. Brian couldn't help but admire her beauty. He remembered when he first saw her. How choked up he had been to even order anything.
"So you didn't like the tuna?" She chuckled, her thumb rubbing against his chest as she propped herself up on her elbow.
He studied her a moment, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes and scrunched his nose a bit.
"Maybe a little bit, yeah." Lifting his hand up in mock to show a pinch, he smirked to her. She playfully slapped him before being enveloped into his arms, and willingly tossing her leg over him to straddle his waist.
After several rounds of mind-blowing sex, she had thought the man would be exhausted by now. Apparently he wasn't as she nudged, and rotated her hips slightly in order to get the desired reaction out of him. Brian could only laugh half-heartedly as his hands found her thighs. She leaned down to place a kiss to his lips, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Promise me something?" She breathed as she pulled away. Her hands settled against his chest, and he could see the pleading in her eyes.
"Anything." He agreed, squeezing her thighs gently before sitting up, hands coming up to rest against her hips. Mia took the time to search his eyes, wanting to be sure of this this time. Wanting to make sure this was real, and that he wasn't just playing cop.
"Don't leave me." She whispered, unsure.
"Mia," Brian cupped her face in his hands, looking her straight in the eyes with an unfaltering gaze. "The only thing keeping me here right now is you." He stated truthfully. After a moment taken to consider his answer, Mia found her own, and leaned her head forward against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she sought the comfort she desperately needed. He wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around her, hugging her to him like a life line.
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Downtown L.A
1:15 A.M
L.A.P.D Files Directory & Morgue.
The shattering glass should've been enough to wake the sleeping guard posted in his glassed in cubicle near the entrance of the station; but said man was dead to the world. Dominic could hear the music from the guards head phones even from the back room. Shaking his head with a small grin, he stuck to the shadows. His eyes were peeled and open, and he headed across the room towards the file room. He had been into this station far too many times to not know where it was.
He knew where each camera was located, and he made sure to duck from its screen capture as it turned his way. Darting around cubicles and desks, manuvering through the shadows. He'd also broken into plenty of places with security. He knew how to fault it.
Coming to a stop near a blind spot, he stayed low to the ground, crouched as he looked around. The window down the hall lit the entire corridor. And it just so happened the door he wanted was right across that lit path.
'Great' He thought idly. 'The one room I need has a spot light.' Sighing to himself, he glanced behind him, around once more; checking his surroundings. He couldn't afford to be caught now. The entire city would be awake with swirling lights. Something he sure didn't need. 'Alright Letty, this is where your skills come in handy.'
Bracing himself, he gazed up at the camera pointed towards the door, impatiently waiting for it to rotate the other way. Every second ticked; the clock's hands echoing in his ears as the first bit of sweat fell from his brow, and the camera seemed to turn in slow motion. He made his move, darting out and retrieving the bobby pin from his pocket. Quickly he picked the lock, and fell inside the door, shoving it closed just as the camera returned to its spot on the door.
'You are one crazy son of a bitch' He told himself, mentally reprimanding the fact he could have put himself back in Lompoc.
Pushing himself up off the ground, he pulled out the flash light from his back pocket and began to violently rip through the cabinets. He didn't care how much noise he made, he knew these walls weren't paper thin. They were thick, meant for interrogations. He gripped the small handled flash light between his teeth as he fingered through the files. All the L's. No Leticia. All the O's. A few Ortiz's but no Leticia.
Feeling the vein pulse in his head, he narrowed his eyes and shoved the drawer shut, cursing himself as he slammed his hand down a top the metal cabinet. The noise reverberated through the room.
"Shit." He muttered, wiping a hand down his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew the files were here.
Somewhere.
But where?
"Looking for these?" The sudden womans voice made him jolt up right, and he turned. How had he not heard her? His eyes glared her way. She was in the shadows. But the voice was definitely a womans.
"Depends on what you got." He replied cooly, gripping the flash light in his hand. The woman came into the light, her gorgeous features obvious as she smiled at him. Tan skin; slightly dark hair. She looked familiar.
"Leticia Ortiz." The woman's voice was smooth but stern, a mix of Italian and Mexican he presumed. Opening the file, she proceeded toward him, a sway to her hips as she came to a stop just in front of him. "There isn't much in the police report. Found her car, ablaze. Found a body." She eye'd him, closing the file. "That's just the L.A.P.D's cover."
"What do you mean?" Dominic was suddenly interested, even though he had no idea who she was.
"I can see why Brian was so fond of you." She began, holding up the files. "You'll get what you want; all the information you need to know about Letty." She stepped forward. "The truth."
"Who are you?" At the mention of Brian's name, he knew it had to be a buddy of his. A friend at the Bureau. "How do you know me, and Brian?"
"My name, Mr. Toretto, is Monica Fuentes." Shifting her weight on one foot, she glanced down before looking back up to him. "I'm an agent. I worked undercover with Brian on a case three years ago."
"And you want to know where he is?" Everything seemed to click into place. Dominic had a feeling that whatever was in those files, Brian had to have known something. And he had a brutal beating awaiting him.
"So we have a deal then?" Monica quirked a brow, dark eyes luring.
Dominic didn't even hesitate.
"We got a deal."