Author's Note: This fic takes place after the fourth movie, and is my take on what should happen. Enjoy, and I promise I'll update regularly.

The Trial & Disappearance of Bonnie & Clyde

A gunshot pierced the darkness colliding with a delicate surface that caved to it violent power, forcing the body to the wet street below. Two shots joined the first. Two more bodies joined the first. A crackle came from the radio attached to the woman's shoulder…no reply escaped her lips.

~*~

The telephone's ring was best described as a shrill and four in the morning, disturbing the resting mama. Her hand gripped the receiver, yanking it from its cozy slumber.

"Hello," her voice accused, wondering who dare disturb her desperate attempt at a night's rest.

"Is this Ms. Lou Ambriz?" the young men's voice inquired.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Officer Raymond Lane. I am calling in regards to your daughter…."

She didn't need to hear the rest; her daughter had been shot in the line of duty. Her daughter was lying on a gurney at this moment in a hospital in critical condition. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a sweater and sneakers and ran out the door, yanking her keys off the hook on the way out.

~*~

The funny thing about hospitals, they never change. Day or night, the scenes repeat themselves like a movie on a loop. Lou perched herself on the edge of the orange seat, ready to leap at the first word. She was waiting for the doctor to come out and inform her of her daughter's current state. She knew an officer would come join her in a few minutes as well to offer support. A woman turned to her, she was in her late forties possibly early fifties at the oldest; her hair was twisted into a lopsided bun, her eyes slightly red, with a Kleenex in her fist.

"What are you here for?" she asked, hoping, Lou could only guess, for a bit of emotionally support. She'd turned to the wrong person.

"My daughter," Lou replied, keeping her features control.

"I'm here for my son, appendix. What's your daughter in for?"

Lou took a deep breath, her mind already processing the woman's response, "She was shot in the line of duty. She's an officer with the LAPD."

"Oh, she must be very brave." Or stupid, Lou thought to herself, spending her life as a shooting mark. "She must get it from you."

"Me?" Lou had to admit she was intrigued, she'd given her daughter a lot of things, and bravery wasn't one of them.

"Yes, you're so composed, you came in here like you owned the place, you knew just what to do. Me, well, look at me, I'm a complete wreck."

"Don't confuse routine for bravery. I've been through it all before, the only thing that changes is the outcome. She'll either live or die," she stated bluntly.

"Oh…how old is she? My boy's seventeen."

"She's 24."

"So young…"

"No, so reckless..." An adrenaline junkie, addicted to the thrill of danger, taking the job only a fool would. Too much like her father….and me, she wanted to add, but stopped herself.

"I'm sure…"

"No, you're not. My daughter is reckless, just like her father," she declared, ending the conversation as the doctor stepped through the swinging doors.

"Ms. Ambriz?" the doctor asked, eyes scanning the room.

"That's me. How's my daughter?" Lou inquired, anxiety coloring her face.

"She's still in surgery. Three shots to the chest, lucky not vital organs we hit, although an artery was nicked. She's stable, actually she was yelling at me when she arrived."

"Was her partner with her, Officer Vergas?"

"Yes, that's what she was yelling at me about."

"Did she get who she was after?"

"Yes, he's a little better off than her. She shot him in the knee, then the back. She made sure he won't get away."

"Good, I know she'll be happy about that. Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Will you please come get me as soon as I can see her?"

"The minute she gets out of surgery, I promise."

Lou nodded as the doctor retreated behind the doors once again. She leaned her head against the wall, too tired the find a plastic chair. A thought popped into her head as she heard footsteps squeaking to a halt beside her.

"Where's her husband?" Lou asked her new companion.

"That's why I'm here ma'am. We called him, he's not coming," the officer replied, regret present in his voice.

"Why?"

"He said it was too much, he couldn't take it. He said he was done, done with it all."

"She really knows how to pick them. You might as well leave, I won't need you tonight. I know what to expect."

"Captain wants me here; he wants to know when she comes around. She caught the biggest drug runner in the city, he wants to congratulate her."

"Of course. Well, wait elsewhere I want to be alone."

"Yes ma'am…if you could…"

"Yeah, I'll come find you."

Being alone in a hospital was a difficult thing; there were always nurses and doctors running in and out. Patients came in and out joined by their family or friends. Being alone was what Lou wanted it was not however what she needed. The doors slid open revealing an older man entered still wearing his pajamas adding a pair of sneakers and jacket. His eyes locked onto Lou and the empty chair beside her. His hair had begun graying at the temples and extended in a perfect arc on both side down to his neck. He sat beside her, throwing his arm around her shoulders and bring her to his chest.

"God, Harry. Why are you here?" Lou sighed.

"How is she?" Harry replied, avoiding her question.

"In surgery, three gunshots to the chest, doctor says she has a good chance of pulling through. You shouldn't be here you've got to open the shop in a few hours."

"Don't worry I'll call someone to do it for me."

"I don't know why she wants to do this for a living. It's dangerous."

"And what you did wasn't? You think all these gray hairs are from old age."

"That was years ago…"

"Feels like yesterday to me."

"I wish it was, than I won't be here."

"No, I would."

"What if she doesn't make it through?"

"Letty look at me," he said, bringing her face to meet his, "she'll make it through. She's your child, she's a Toretto and you two have a crazy lucky streak running through you."

She buried her face into his shirt, allowing herself a moment of release. She was so afraid that she let the fact he'd used her real name in public slid. For twenty-five years she'd lived as Lou Ambriz, raising her daughter in Los Angeles and trying to find Dominic Toretto. Twenty-five years had separated Bonnie and Clyde; they weren't who they once were. Time and distance separated them, changed them, and tore at their souls.

~*~

Six Months Later

Lou began her weekly inventory task. The garage was quite, so different from its former life. She'd taken over Toretto's garage and hired new mechanics. She started with the spark plugs and would move in order from smallest to biggest parts. Most of the parts she got from Harry, they had a bit of a co-business going on. He sold the parts, she fixed the cars. Life wasn't what she'd expected it to be, although she loved her daughter there was just a big piece missing from the picture. The silence still hadn't grown on her, it was still strange not the here the ruckus of four grown men working on cars, grunting and making their tasteless jokes. She missing threatening the boys with a wrench to get them to shut up so she could work in peace. She never thought she'd miss that. In the silence her mind could think, think about the one person in the world she might never see again. She could think about the woman who was like a sister to her and the man who tried to help her. Perhaps it was all her fault, perhaps she had made the first domino tumble and set off all the rest. Maybe all roads of destruction, chaos and death lead to her. She had fooled herself into believing she could fix everything. She'd never been a fixed; her bad luck ran too strongly through her veins to allow that. And so the spiraling began…

"Mama?" a voice called from the garage. "Mama, you here?" the voice began a steady approach.

"How was therapy?" Lou called back, drawing her closer.

"Which one?" her daughter smirked.

"Let's start with the easiest."

"Physical therapy was the usual, today was the last day."

"And how was the talking therapy?"

"Horrible. It's always the same. I've been shot three times, it really don't change from one time to the next, trust me."

"Don't sugarcoat it now. Why don't you head home, there's chicken in the fridge, put it in the oven, I'll be home in an hour."

"That's cool with me."

"When do you get back on the force?"

"Two weeks, but I'm hoping I get another job."

"What job?"

"FBI agent, I think me and Armando could make an awesome team."

"I'm sure you will," Lou replied her voice tight.

"Yeah, it'll be great. I'm taking your car, grandpa's coming to dinner; he said he'd pick you up on his way."

Lou watched her daughter jog merrily to her car and suddenly the spiraling ceased. Just one smile from her daughter could set the world in perspective all over again.

~*~

Elizabeth tossed the mail on the counter next to the phone. The blinking red light caught her attention, begging her to hear the message it held. She pushed the button, grabbing a pad and pen in case she had to write down a number.

"Hello, this message is for Elizabeth Ambriz. I'm Agent Louis calling to confirm you appointment for tomorrow afternoon to discuss you future with our organization," the male voice brought joy to Elizabeth's face.

Tomorrow she would be one day closer to her future as an FBI agent. She began humming to herself as she placed the tray with the chicken in the oven, grabbing a box of noodles, pasta sounded like a good idea.