Letty and Jesse were best friends as kids. She ran away when she was fourteen to get away from her father. She's a cop now; what happens when she reunites with Jesse and meets the team? Will she ever see her father again? What happens when the one demon she thought she'd never see again shows up? AU. Dom/Letty, Jesse/OFC, Leon/OFC.

I know Letty being a cop is like totally against the team but, that changes so give this story a shot! It's already finished so I will update regularly. PLEASE REVIEW!

Italics are flashbacks to Letty and Jesse's childhood. Not in any particular order just there for reason and explaining. They are a very important part of this story.

Thanks,

Nikki

Disclaimer: I own nothing!!! Don't sue.

Chapter 1

I sat at the top of the stairs; my parents oblivious that I am watching what is going on. I silently cry making no sound in fear of getting caught. Every time something like this would happen my mother would send me to my room so I didn't witness the abuse. The abuse is something that happened a lot. My father would drink and just wanna fight so he decided to use my mother as a punching bag whenever he wanted. I watched as he grabbed her by her hair and drug her across the room with no mercy and no remorse. She would beg him to stop hurting her. My mother, trying not to cry to show her weakness to him eventually couldn't hold it no more and would start crying and trying to fight back with no success. I watched on for another fifteen minutes crying, praying it would stop and that we could be the family we once were.

I closed my eyes and listened, not wanting to see with my eyes what's going on. Everything got silent for a minute and then I heard my mother speak.

"I'll save you a spot in hell." Then I heard a gunshot.

I shot up in bed looking around, sweating and breathing heavily. That dream has haunted me since the day it happened. The day my mother committed suicide. I sighed and looked over at the clock.

"5:00 in the god damn morning. At least I got a few hours of sleep." I thought.

I huffed and swung my feet over the bed wincing as my feet touched the cold tile. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I then changed into some shorts and sweatshirt and walked out my front door, making my way to the beach. I started running down the beach just like I do every morning before work. It kept my mind off the nightmares and memories and kept my body in shape. Today though I just couldn't get my mind off of that dream. It was invading my head like a bad virus.

I jumped and whimpered and the loudness of the shot. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my mother on the floor with blood all over the place, splattered on the walls and the furniture. I started crying this time not caring who heard me. My father looked at me with no emotions and sighed walking into the kitchen. My mind finally realized what the hell just happened and I ran into my room and called 911.

I watched as the paramedics carried my mother on a stretcher with a sheet covering her. I cried myself to sleep for the next two days while my poor excuse of a father sat around like nothing happened. I walked back into my room and grabbed my bag and packed some clothes and a few needed things. I grabbed my stash of allowance from in between my mattress and a picture of my mother and climbed out my window. Leaving Texas behind.

And I never looked back. Fourteen year old runaway and I've been on my own ever since. I don't even know how long it took my father to realize I was gone much less care. I made my way slowly but surely to Los Angeles and have stayed here for the last ten years. I met an older woman named Luana and she took me in and raised me in a small house outside of the city. I got my GED when I turned 18 and then went to the police academy with the goal that I was gonna stop trash like my father. When I was twenty Luana died of a heart attack and that hit me hard. She left everything to me since she had no family, so I sold everything and kept few possessions and made my way to the city. So that's where I am now.

"One bus ticket to Los Angeles please." I said to the lady at the counter.

"65.00 dollars." She replied. I handed her the money and she handed me the ticket.

I grabbed my only bag and walked onto the bus and sat waiting for my destination.

I jogged my way back to my apartment and grabbed a cup of coffee, slowly making my way to the shower.

I pulled up to work an hour later, complete in my uniform and ready to go on patrol.

"Sanchez how are you today?"

"I'm good man, how are you?" I replied refilling my coffee.

"I'm alright for being stuck at a desk." Michaels said.

"Yeah that's what happens when you get shot." I said smiling.

"Yeah well one more week and I'm back out on the streets."

"Thanks for the warning." I said walking away.

"That's cold." He yelled to my back.

I just looked at him over my shoulder and laughed. I walked towards the back; finding my partner and we made our way to the patrol car.

"Jess?" I asked lying next to him in the grass staring at the night sky.

"Yeah Letty."

"Promise me something." I said with pleading eyes.

"Anything."

"Promise me that if I ever leave that you'll come find me."

"What are you talking about?" He said sitting up.

"Just promise me please." I said closing my eyes.

"Jolette Lucia Sanchez…I promise, of course I love you girl." He replied lying back down.

"Sanchez? SANCHEZ!" Jenkins my partner yelled.

"Huh? What?" I said shaking my head.

"You ok there? You seem out of it." He said.

"Yeah sorry just spaced out there." I forced a smile.

"Letty what's wrong?" Jesse asked.

"Jesse…" I choked out. "My mother…sh…she's dead. She shot herself."

"Oh Let I'm so sorry. What happened?" He said holding me.

"My father was beating on her again and she killed herself. I don't get why she didn't shoot that bastard instead of leaving me with him." I sobbed.

"It'll be okay girl. You have me." He said smoothing my hair.

"Jesse I'm running away." I replied looking in his eyes.

"What!" He yelled.

"I'm going to LA I've always wondered what it was like. I'm leaving right now I'll call you when I get there. Don't worry about me J."

"Of course I'm gonna worry about you. You're not going." He said sternly.

"J I love you to death but you're not talking me out of this. If you keep that promise we'll see each other soon." I kissed his cheek and walked away.

"I love you girl. Be careful and I WILL see you soon." He replied looking at the ground.

I still haven't talked to Jesse since. It's been eleven years and he never kept his promise. I still think about him sometimes but everyday he's in my head less and less and it scares me. I looked him up about five years ago and found nothing really. His parents moved and there was no word on where he went.

My shift was finally over and me and my partner made our way back to the station. I sighed as I walked into the women's locker room. Ten minutes later I was ready to leave. I made my way through the station running into Michaels again.

"Sanchez. Long time no see." He chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. I said noticing two new guys. "Who are they?"

"Oh, they a couple of kids fresh from the academy. Brian…O'Conner and Scott…something or another." He said rolling his eyes.

"Oh, new guys this ought to be good. Anyways man I'm off duty. I'm taking my ass home. See ya later." I said walking away.

On my way out I passed the new guys. The blonde smiled at me and nodded.

"Shouldn't you be surfing or something?" I thought.

I nodded back not giving him much of a hello and walked out the door. I made my way to my car…a Nissan 240sx. It's not much of a car but it's gets me from work to home. I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

"Hi I'm Miranda and this is my brother Jesse."

I looked from one to the other wondering who they were. I was sitting in my front lawn playing with cars. When they walked up and introduced themselves.

"Letty. Nice to meet ya."

"Hi." Jesse said.

"How old are you?" The blonde girl asked.

"Seven…you?" I replied.

"Well my brother is seven, I'm nine." She smiled fixing her dress.

"Wanna play cars?" I asked.

"No thanks I'm not one for cars. I'm gonna go finish unpacking." Miranda said leaving.

"Sure." Jesse said sitting down next to me.

(RING, RING, RING)

I jumped when I heard my phone ring. I sighed and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey woman what'chu up too?"

"Hey Dante nothing man just sitting here. What are you doing?"

"Nothing, same as you. Want to come over and chill and have a corona with me?" Dante asked.

"Um, I guess so I'll be there in a few."

I hung up the phone and walked into my room. I took off my work clothes and changed into a black wife beater and military cargo pants. I slipped on some flip flops and grabbed my keys and walked out the door.

PLEASE REVIEW! Should I continue?????

Nikki