This story will be going back and forth between present and reveal most of Ari's backstory in flashbacks.

I will probably continue the story based on feedback. Thanks to anyone willing to take their time and review my story and give positive feedback!

As always I don't own Fast and the Furious, I only own my Oc.

Chapter One - The Call

Ari slumped onto her bed, it had been one of those days and all she felt like doing was getting ice cream and snuggling up with Luke to watch a movie. She started. It happened again, him getting under her skin like that. She smiled, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. A buzzing caught her attention then, but her new phone sat on the end table, silent. She frowned at it.

"What..." But then it hit her.

She sprang up from her bed and dashed to her closet. Throwing open the door, she yanked down a blue sports backpack from a high shelf. Quickly rummaging around the small bag, her fingers enclosed on a vibrating phone and pulled it close to her ear.

"Hello," she said breathlessly, answering it just before the ringing stopped.

"Jay, thank goodness, I've reached you," Mia rushed. "I've tried to get a hold of you for a couple of days now. Where have you been?!"

"Mia, I-I'm sorry. What's wrong?"

"I don't know where to start..." Mia sounded like her world had been crushed, making Ari's stomach drop.

"Don't worry Mi, I'll be home in two days."

On the other line Mia hiccuped, "Thanks Jay, call me when you are on the road."

Snapping the phone shut, Ari slumped back onto the floor. She looked around her room that had come pretty close to feeling like her new home. Luke had finally convinced her to make the place look more roomy. She had added pictures, posters, and even a ridiculous looking shag rug. "I should have known better; this was never supposed to last," she whispered. Hurrying around the small apartment, she packed anything of necessity. "At least one good thing my past taught me was how to pack," she grumbled to herself.

Grabbing the little black phone she had talked to Mia on, Ari punched an old number in. After a few rings a male voice picked up.

"I was wondering how long you could stay away...seven months, huh...a new record."

Ari rolled her eyes. "I have a favor to ask Patch."

"A favor? Seriously?! I haven't seen you for months Jaylen Ross and the first thing you ask for is a favor? You really do need to be knocked off that high horse of yours. I am really disappointed in you. I would have thought that I taught you better than that."

"Don't get your breeches in a knot Patch, it's more of a trade than an actual favor."

"Let me guess; you're going to go crawling back to that low life of a family you found down in LA?" He growled. "And in this mad dash back to them, you need someone to wrap up all the business you'll be leaving behind here? That's fine and all, but I just have one question. What do I get out of it?"

"Patch please," she whimpered.

"Ha I never thought I'd see the day you begged for something Jay." He mocked her. "You must be desperate."

"Do you remember that heist we did in Chicago a few years back?" She persisted ignoring the jab he just made. "The one with the spoiled brat of a millionaire's old car collection?"

"Oh of course, that job went down in flames! Pretty sure that's the one where Ben broke his leg. Oh, I never got that car I wanted either," Patch mused.

"Well if you do this one thing for me...there's this warehouse a buddy of mine has watched over in Boston. I'll give you the address, and everything in it is yours."

The line was silent. Ari could almost see Patch mulling over it over, picking at his always chapped lips. "Patch?" she prompted.

A grunt was heard on the other side. "Deal."