Title: Turning Tables

Author: Desi (Meeee!)

Rating: M+

Summary: AU. Letty Ortiz is one of LA's hottest DJs. When Dominic Toretto enters a club one night and tries to woo her, he'll have to learn just how independent and fierce the Latina is. And quickly. M for lovin' and language! Enjoy! (:

Disclaimer: Universal owns them. I just play with them. (:

A/N: This is a product of me seeing a very tipsy Michelle Rodriguez DJ at a club in Miami a little while back! And also, my outrage at the lack of AU fanfics out there ('cause they're my favorite.). Lol. And so, I hope you guys enjoy this! Love and light!

Chapter 1: Thumping Bass

August, Heat Nightclub, Los Angeles, Friday, 12:23AM

Home of a thumping bass, scantily-clad cage dancers and one of the hottest DJs that Los Angeles had to offer, Heat Nightclub was packed. So crowded, in fact, that the bouncers and fire marshal, alike, had begun turning people away. Heat was a classy establishment; no drugs were being sold or snorted in the bathroom. No one was having sex on the dance floor and the pricey drinks weren't watered down in the least. All in all, Heat was different from most of the other clubs in LA.

The emcee for the night, Hector stepped up into the DJ booth and grabbed a wireless mic from her table. He bumped fists with the tanned Latina as he held her headphones up with one shoulder and nodded her head to the hip-hop beat.

"Lemme hear you make some noise for DJ Letty O!" He yelled into the microphone.

Hands raised into the air and the entire crowd hooted, hollered and whistled for the woman who was keeping them on their feet all night.

Letty's smile was brilliant as she accepted the appreciation. She reached above her and tapped a few buttons on the Macbook Air. Two beats melded into one and a reggae song began. The crowd screamed once more, nearly a chorus of 'this is my song!'.

"Let!" A waitress yelled over the music. Letty peered over the turn tables to see the bottled-blonde woman holding up a circular, black tray. The brunette gathered the four shots of Belvedere vodka in both hands and sat three of them on a small table next to her.

"Thanks, Monica!" Letty shouted back, knocking back the first shot.

She was already tipsy, but it made for a good ear. She closed her eyes, briefly, and swayed her hips and nodding her head to rhythm, getting caught up in the music like everyone else. When she opened them, the first person her eyes reached was a tall, bald-headed muscular guy. He was dancing with a girl, but if Letty didn't know any better, she'd think he was staring directly at her.

It wasn't until he smiled and nodded his head once at her, that she was completely sure where he was looking. Turning away from him, Letty smacked Hector's arm and handed him a shot. They clinked the thin, glasses together and took them to the head.

"Shout out to DJ Letty O for trying to get me fucked up!" He laughed into the mic. More screaming from some drunken club-hoppers.

Letty leaned over so her mouth was centimeters away from the microphone. "I can't be the only one hailing a cab tonight!"

When she turned back to look in the direction of 'muscle guy', he was nowhere to be found. Or was she just too drunk to find the exact spot where he'd been?

Not really caring either way, Letty went back to meshing together the next two songs.

Heat Nightclub, 2:37AM

The last of the partygoers were heading out, no doubt to find a bar that stayed open past four. The bartenders and waitresses were counting their tips. And Letty was pulling her hair up into a messy bun and shutting down and unplugging her equipment. Thanks to the alcohol she'd consumed, her movements were slightly sluggish and tad sloppy.

"So, you're the famous DJ Letty O." A baritone voice stated.

"Some say she's famous. Others say she's a hack." Letty commented, shrugging her shoulders. "What say you?"

"Ehh. I say she's so-so." He joked.

Letty tapped at the black sticker on her laptop that read 'DON'T BE A DICK' in bold, white letters. It wasn't until he chuckled that Letty finally peeked her head over her laptop and gave him a once-over.

Her eyes widened, slightly. Briefly.

Muscle guy.

"Dom Toretto. I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed your set tonight." He said, offering his hand for a shake.

Letty stared at him for a few heartbeats, attempting to size him up. He didn't look like a serial killer or rapist. But then again, most don't.

"Letty Ortiz. I was pretty good, huh?" She replied, shaking it. Letty shut her laptop and put it in her bag before signaling to Hector that the bulk of the equipment was ready for storage until her next gig.

"You heading out? I could grab you a taxi."

"No thanks. I've got it covered."

"Well, at least let me walk you out. You never know what kind of mad men are lurking about."

Letty cleared her throat and smirked at him. "Look... Dom, was it?"

Dom nodded, crossing his arms.

"Right, Dom. I don't want to be rude." And she really didn't, so she kept her tone cool. "You're kinda cute and all, but I really don't have the time. And I don't just mean the fact that it's now," Letty paused to check her watch, "two-fifty-two in the morning. I mean at all. I barely have time to remember to eat or do laundry or clean my apartment until my stomach is growling, I'm out of clean tank tops and I can't see the red oak hardwood that I paid for. So thanks, but no thanks. I don't have time for you to walk to me out front. Or hail me a cab. Or take me on a date. Or have this," she motioned between herself and Dom, "blossom into some worldwind, Gone with the Wind romance. But, what I do have time for is a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and a four-hour nap before I have to be at my day job."

As she walked past a semi-stunned Dom, she patted him, condescendingly, on the shoulder. "It was nice to meet you though, Dom Toretto."

About a minute later, he was still standing in the same spot when Hector walked past him to collect Letty's things.

"Don't worry, homes. She's like that with everybody."

"Somehow, I truly doubt that." Dom replied, before taking his reprieve.

"Hey!" Hector called just before Dom reached the front doors. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. The Latino waved him back across the club's vast dance floor and Dom complied. They met halfway, undoubtedly sizing each other up along with way.

"You're not like a serial killer or stalker or anything, right?" Hector inquired.

"Nah, man. Just a blue-collar mechanic."

"Well, if you wanna see her again, she's spinning at Luxury tonight. Her set starts at nine." Hector offered.

"Thanks, man." The two men bumped fists.

Outside of the nightclub, Dom headed to his car. Reaching it, he saw his scruffy-beareded best friend leaned casually against his own car.

"So?"

"History has been made, Vince. I've been finally been rejected by a girl." Dom chuckled. "And what's worse, she called me 'kinda cute'."

"No!" Vince gasped dramatically.

Dom shook his head in disbelief. "I'm handsome, goddamnit!"

"You are. You are." Vince drunkenly agreed.

"But I know where she's gonna be spinning tonight."

Vince shook his head, smiling. "You're gonna do everything you can to get with this girl, aren't you?"

"Damn right."

"And you're gonna make me your wingman, aren't you?"

"Damn right." Dom repeated, hopping into his car.

"Great. Juuust great." Vince muttered.

Saturday, Los Angeles, 5:32PM

She'd almost made it home. Almost. That was until her motor decided to run dry. When Letty said she barely had time to do anything. She meant it. This was the third week in the row that she'd forgone taking her Road Runner to a garage to get an oil change. Instead, she'd bought a few cans of motor oil and had been feeding it to her car until she had time.

Apparently, she'd run out of it.

Sure, she knew it was quick fix to a problem that she needed to spend some serious time on, but free time was rare in Letty's world. So, the Latina was forced to call for a tow truck, something she'd never had to do in her entire life. Thirty minutes later, AAA showed up, hooked her car onto the back bay of the truck and the annoyingly chatty driver told Letty to hop on in.

He explained that he would take her to an automechanics shop where the prices were fair and the owner even more so. Letty agreed and they were off. Less than fifteen minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked like a family owned garage with a small market attached to it. There was a young, scrawny kid out front who was about to pull the garage door down, apparently closing for the evening.

Letty's tow truck driver honked the horn twice, catching the young man's attention. A smile lit up the kid's face as he parked.

"Hey, Leon. What do we have here?" The lanky kid asked. Letty gave him a once-over, noticing that he wrung his hands quite often as if he was nervous.

"Hey, Jess." Leon, the truck driver replied. "I've got a Road Runner with a few engine problems. Think the big guy could check it out before you guys close? Give the little lady here an estimate?"

"Yeah, he's in the back, finishing up some paperwork. I think he'll be here for a bit longer," responded Jesse, addressing Letty. "Come on in."

Letty thanked Leon and followed Jesse into the garage.

"Wait here. I'll go get the boss for you."

As the brunette waited for the owner of the garage, she looked around the place. There were quite a few American muscle cars whose hoods were opened, obviously in the process of being fixed or restored. There were state-of-the-art parts lying around beside them, along with top-of-the-line chrome tools at every work station. Letty was genuinely impressed.

"You?" A baritone voice replied, shocked and a bit confused. Letty whipped around, her dark ponytail falling over her left shoulder and her eyebrows furrowing.

"And you?" Her tone suggested more disgust with a sprinkling of surprise. "I mean, hi."

"Hi."

"You two know each other?" Jesse asked.

"Oh, we're old friends." Dom joked, his eyes crinkling with his side smirk. He crossed his muscular arms and looked at the brunette who'd rejected him nearly fourteen hours prior.

Ignoring his attempt at humor, Letty crossed her arms as well. "You own this place?"

"I do."

"Hm." She replied.

"Did you come here for a specific reason or-?"

"Yeah," Letty jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, "my car is out on the tow truck. There's something going on with the engine that I've been postponing forever. I just need a quick fix until I can work on it at home. I just haven't had the time."

"What with your two demanding jobs and all." Dom commented. Letty quirked an eyebrow, forcing herself not to smirk.

So, he listens, Letty mused inwardly.

"Something like that. Would you be able to fix it now? I've got to be to work in about three hours and I cannot afford to be late."

"Well, we're just closing up, but I can give you a loaner car until tomorrow while I work on yours." Dom bargained.

"That's fine. As long as it's nothing imported."

Dom's eyebrows raised. Now, he had to see what kind of car she drove. He nodded as he walked past her to the opening of the garage. The buff man let out a low whistle at the American muscle that Leon was removing from his cargo bay.

"Nice," muttered Dom. He turned back into his shop. "Jesse, get me the keys for the Intercepter. She can take that for the night. Then get her squared away with her paperwork."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. Especially after I was so... short with you last night."

Dom simply gave her a knowing smirk before he headed back to his office, leaving Letty looking after him.

Up Next: Coincidence?

A/N #2: You guys don't realize the struggle of trying to find a good DJ name. And so finally, after like a week of trying to come up with a good one, my ex GF shrugs nonchalantly and goes 'You could always call her DJ Letty O.' So, et voila.