Author's Note: Watched Fatf 1, 4, & 5 and felt like writing something new. And here it is. The beginning of it anyway. Post Fast Five, possible SWAT crossover, although I won't be following the movies very much, as in I'll probably ignore a lot of things. Reviews are lovely =)
She's been caught.
And so far, she notes with a wry smile, nothing has gone the way she had thought.
She lifts the half empty bottle of Corona to her lips and takes a lengthy drink. "After all these years and you're still after his ass." It isn't a question. She turns her head to regard him and they lock eyes. She ignores that tiny jolt of surprise, of possibly something else, something more or merely lust, and arches a brow. "It's been, what, three years since they pulled that last heist and you're no closer to him than you were when you let him go in Rio."
His eyes narrow at the reminder.
She chuckles and finally looks away from the DSS Agent, downs the rest of her beer and signals the bartender for another one. She feels rather than sees him move closer, his breath hot against the skin of her ear.
"I found you," He whispers, "I like to think that puts me ahead in the game. Wouldn't you say so... Letty?"
She doesn't flinch at the name, doesn't react like he had probably hoped. She merely nods at the bartender as she slips a few bills onto the bar and he places another Corona in front of her, taking the money and leaving without a word. She toys with the neck of the bottle and turns in her seat, facing her companion. Their eyes lock once more. Hers without emotion.
"Letty died over three years ago." She tells him before hoping off of her seat, her beer forgotten on the bar. She starts for the exit. She suddenly needs some air. He follows her, close behind.
"Is that so?" She hears him question.
She laughs ruefully and tosses her own question at him, over her shoulder, "Do you know how she died?"
He's quick to answer, referring to the woman as if he wasn't following her. "Reports said she was murdered."
She nods her head. The pair finally outside and away from the bar. She moves along the empty street. He continues along with her.
"It starts off with a little car accident." She tells him. "Son of a bitch slams against the side of her bumper, causes her car to careen on the road, he slams into it again and her car flips several times, bouncing her around against the interior until it finally just stops..." She folds her arms over herself, a sudden chill envelops her.
He notices and almost hands her his jacket. Almost.
"She's still breathing, barely conscious she tries to pull herself out of the wreck. She doesn't get very far before her body is suddenly torn apart. Bastard empties his magazine into her, into the car... It explodes moments later, her unconscious and broken body along with it."
He frowns. "Or so the story goes."
And she can't help but laugh. Her laughter penetrating the silent night around them. She finds herself nodding in agreement. "Or so the story goes."
They come to a stop in front of her apartment building and she pulls out her keys, jingles them in her hands. She turns to look at him, the corners of her lips still upturned in a smile.
"Come on up. We'll talk."