Just in case you all didnt know this is my FIRST published Fan Fic. I went for Fast and the Furious simply because its a fun one and the idea popped into my head not too long ago. I really hope you enjoy it. And please, I love reviews - I want criticism so I can improve! Thanks a bunch and enjoy!!

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The rain was pouring down now. In the desert, it was either dry or drenched with no in between. There was never usually a warning of whether or not it would be 50 degrees or 100 degrees on any given day. He liked it like that. Kept things interesting.

Coming from L.A. he certainly had his fill of smog, crowds, noise and sweat. New Mexico was definitely a different scene, but it was a difference he welcomed. He basically had the same gig going on – sweating to death in some dinky garage while kids paid him cash to alter their cars so he could just take more from them later – too many amateurs with rich parents willing to buy their children's love.

His thoughts were interrupted by the bell jingling above the doorway, signaling that someone had entered the store up front. He was in his office in a hallway connecting the store and garage. He stared out the large dusty window of his office and watched the storm. The sky, usually a vibrant blue, was a deep purple and dazzling pink, the clouds were dark and bruised by the amount of rain they held within them. Holes within those grey clouds let islands of light in, giving the raindrops a bright glow as they fell to the ground. Like diamonds, falling from heaven.

He heard someone clear their throat, it was a soft sweet sound, "Um, hello?"

It was a woman; the voice was pleasant, a little playful and almost musical. When there was no response for a good 30 seconds, he heard the woman shift her weight, squeaking with wet shoes against the cheap linoleum. He grumbled and stood up, poking his head out into the hallway. He looked to his left, over to the garage and did not see nor hear anyone in it, then to his right into the store, directly behind the counter, which was empty.

"Fuckin' kids." He groused, his voice, deep. He walked down the hallway a few feet and saw the girl there; half wrapped in some black, plastic type material with something perched on her hip.

He leaned against the doorjamb and cleared his throat, like the thunder outside. She whipped around, faster than he expected and held the lump on her side defensively, close to her, shielding it with her tiny tanned arms. Her grey eyes were squinted, with an angry look in them that he'd never seen anyone so small muster up. She looked ready to pounce, like a cat. Her body wasn't incredibly trim, but she looked healthy, solid. Her arms and legs looked strong without being overly muscular. He took all five feet and probably no more than three inches of her in. That's what she reminded him of – a kitten. A half drowned one at that. Her white t-shirt and jean pants were plastered to her. She was dripping everywhere.

"I'm sorry," her features softened, and she uncoiled, "You scared me." She gave him a shy smile and a gentle flip of her head to get the dripping wet hair out of her face – it was short, sticking to her neck and face, the longest layer just under her chin.
He nodded, "Can I help you?"

"Jesus, I'm practically pissing on your floor!" She looked over herself, "You are the closest mechanic around. My car busted about four miles back and we had to walk." The bundle on her side twitched. The black thing was a raincoat, draped over only one side of her body the hood of it was over her shoulder, covering something up. From underneath, fingers pinched at the fabric and pulled it down; a perfectly dry face peeked out. It was a boy's face, round and bright, with the same golden tan as the woman holding him. His hair was bright blonde and curly, with green eyes framed by thick, dark lashes. Below the button nose was a wide, closed lip smile. He was beautiful.

The woman holding him, possibly the mom, because of the same wide eyes, heart shaped face, and skin color was definitely a mess. A third of her pant's legs were covered with the burnt orange mud of the desert floor. Her face, which was now relaxed, was flushed, and different. The eyes were large, grey, and almost glittering against her tanned skin. Her smile was reserved, but friendly. Her nose was small, and pointy, but in a good way – almost fairy like. Tinkerbell, he thought, she looks like Tinkerbell – if she were caught in a rainstorm.

"You walked four miles in that?" He gestured to the typhoon happening outside.

She rolled those big beautiful eyes playfully and smiled big with her lips that were probably pinkish, but now a little blue, "The rains the rain," she sighed, "Sometimes the air is good for you." She looked back out into the storm, wistfully, enchanted. She seemed very young to be holding that boy so protectively.

"You car?" He mumbled.

She seemed to snap out of the trance she was in at the sound of his voice, she looked back at him. Now that she wasn't smiling, it was easier for him to look at her, before, he had a hard time focusing on just one aspect.

She started to explain what disaster befell her car as he looked at her more closely. Her face was bare of makeup, giving her more innocence as she stood there sopping. Those eyes, grey with flecks of gold around the pupil were animated and alert. She had high, wide cheekbones with that small nose above the unsmiling lips. While she was talking or when they were immobile, they seemed a little on the thin side, but still full enough to be attractive.

"You coulda called a tow," He said.

She bit the inside of her lip, a nervous habit, "That's if I had a cell phone."

His eyebrow rose with the unspoken question and he had a better idea why he saw the side of her that was alert, tense, and ready for a fight. She was a runner.

"Mmmhm," he cracked a half smile, "I'll send one of my employees out to tow it once I found out where the hell-,"

"Dom!" There was a shriek behind him that made Dom and the woman jump. He realized only too late that it was Mia as he watched the brown and black figure streak by him. She was in front of the woman in a moment, touching her and smiling, "Dear God, are you ok? You are absolutely soaked!"

The girls looked at each other while Mia pawed at the damp kitten while she adamantly insisted she was fine.

"Do you happen to have a bathroom I can use? My son and I need to refresh a little bit. And I could use some paper towels."

Mia smiled and scoffed, "I have some extra clothes, a hair dryer, and some towels you can use. How's the little guy?" She said as she peaked under the raincoat again, receiving a tiny giggle out of the lump that sounded like wind chimes.

"I'm fine, thank you." He smiled, and his mom removed the coat, "My mommy, she let me use her rain jacket so I wouldn't get sick. I'm dry, she is not."

Mia squealed, "He's adorable!" she ruffled the golden locks and took him from his mother, who looked slightly uncomfortable as her son was removed from her hip, but it passed quickly. "I'm Mia." She cocked her head back, "The behemoth at the door is Dom, my brother." She turned with a scolding look in her eyes, "Dom! Show her where the bathroom is while I get this guy some snacks and something to drink." She carried the boy over to the lunch counter and started settling him down.

"Now that's really ok," The woman protested, "I just need a tow and whatever is wrong with my car fixed and I'll be out of your hair."

Mia looked up, with a face full of hurt, "Nonsense! You just walked four miles in that storm out there! You are soaked and you carried your boy all the way! I bet you are starving and exhausted!" she fussed over the boy some more and made him some hot chocolate, "What are your names?"

"Mine's Luca!" The boy shouted happily. He cringed slightly and looked back at his mom apologetically, "Sorry mommy."

Looks were exchanged between Mia, Dom, and the woman. She closed her eyes and regained her composure, nibbling on her lower lip, "Don't worry Luca. I think we are ok." She smiled at her boy who started guzzling down the hot chocolate. She walked over to Dom and stuck out her hand, "That's Luca, my six year old boy wonder. That is Mia," She pointed to the counter where Mia was preparing a small feast, "You are Dom." He nodded and she looked down at herself, pulling back her hand to pull down the soaked fabric, "And I'm wet," she laughed, and stuck her hand back out, "Maria."

"Pleasure." He smiled ad took her hand, which was like a toddlers compared to his mitt. She had a strong grip for someone her size. He let go after a second or so and looked at Mia, "Boys?"

She rolled her eyes, "Garage. We escaped so we could play in the rain."

Maria noticed that she didn't look the least bit wet or out of place. Now that she really looked at Mia, she realized that Mia was ridiculously pretty and probably one of those girls who never looked like a hair was undone.

"We need a tow out on…?" He looked back at Maria for help.

"Go North on NM-50 for about 4 miles, my car is on the side of the road looking worthless and angry."

"Vince! Leon!" Mia shouted and two lanky tattooed men came running up through the hallway. They skidded to a stop at the sight of Maria. One had a full beard and a nasty scar on his arm, the other had sharper features and a trim goatee. Beardy let out a wolf whistle through his teeth as his eyes glided over the tiny, pretty, soaked woman.

"Jesus Vince," Mia growled, he smiled and lazily looked back in her direction and his jaw dropped at the sight of the kid. His eye's widened and he looked back at the woman.

She raised her hand and smiled, "Yes," she nodded, obviously not ashamed. "You better watch yourself around my kid," she now had one of her short thin fingers pointed in his direction.

Dom let out a huge guffaw and Vince let out a stream of unrecognizable profanities. Leon elbowed him, "Nice, dickweed."

"What?" Vince growled.

"On that note," Maria smiled, "Mia, may I use your bathroom?"

"Course!" She smiled, "Dom!" she hissed, "You are being rude!"

He simply lifted an eyebrow, "I'll take her." He pointed a finger at Mia, "You. Take care of the kid." His finger wiggled between Leon and Vince, "You two, we need a tow off of the 50 towards Santa Fe."

"Yessir!" They all said, even Luca.

As he turned to show Maria the bathroom and she turned to follow, Leon snapped his fingers, "Hey lady!"

"Maria, please." She smiled.

"Yeah, sorry. What kind of car we lookin' for?"

"68' Charger, gunmetal grey."

They all froze, even Vince, who had half of Mia's sandwich in his mouth, and stared at Maria.

She turned to look back at all the amazed faces, "I feel like I cursed instead of saying Amen in church. I give up," she shrugged, "What gives?"

"Nice car," Dom said. Maria felt it wash all over her and she turned around to meet his beautiful eyes. His voice was low and sensual without being theatrical. It was rough, like sand grating over your body at the beach, but still warm and soothing.

"Thanks." She managed to choke out.

His deep brown eyes detached from hers for a moment and looked past her, "Go." He said, and she heard the boys' feet scramble over the wet tile and out the door before she could ask "who?"

He watched her walk over to her son, her hips rolled unintentionally, but sexy as hell, nonetheless. She kissed her son on the head and stroked through his hair. "Mommy will be right back. Behave?" He nodded while he chewed and she whispered thanks to Mia, before turning to follow Dom.

She followed him through he doorway and into the hallway. He was so big that he basically took the entire thing up with his huge frame. Maria allowed herself a few moments to be a woman and admired him. She started from the top because she couldn't stop focusing on how large he was. His head was shaved and smooth. He had wide, muscular shoulders beneath a dirty thermal long sleeved shirt that was pushed up on his enormous forearms. His body was in a tight V coming down to a trim waist. He had simple dark jeans on that hugged his hips nicely. It also accented his rather round and muscular ass – not that Maria was looking anyways.

She snickered quietly to herself and he stopped abruptly. Maria had to jump back in order to keep from hitting him. His head barely turned on those wide shoulders and she caught a glimpse of his striking profile.

"I sneezed." She blurted out.

He turned rather quickly and got extremely close to her as she backed herself into the hallway wall. He reached to her right and his arm gently brushed hers and she was shocked by his contact, his skin was burning compared to hers.

"You're freezing." He said in the deep gravely voice.

Her teeth chattered, either from the cold or from his proximity she couldn't tell, "Tell me about it."

He smiled wide this time and opened the door to her side with a click. He flipped on the light, "Bathroom." He opened the cabinet and grabbed the extra towel in there and handed it to her. "Take a shower and warm yourself up. We'll take care of the little man and your car when it gets here." He left the room for a moment and Maria was too confused to move, when he returned he had a dark piece of material bunched up in his huge hands. "Here's a jumpsuit. Its Mia's, unfortunately, we don't have anyone smaller than her around."

She smiled up at him and then realized she was still leaking all over his floor, "I can mop this when I get out. I feel like a snail, leaving a trail behind me wherever I go." They both smiled at the childish joke and she got a little serious, "Thank you. For all of your help." Finally she smiled again and the room seemed brighter, "If my day keeps improving like this, I may never want to leave." He raised an eyebrow and her smile faded a little, "I'm not used to hospitality."

"We're not used to customers!" Mia shouted down the hallway.

"No problem." He said softly and her smile returned and he turned to leave.

She shut the door and tried to remember how to breathe. She grumbled to herself about being an immeasurable ass and turned the shower onto the hottest setting. She let the water heat up as she peeled off her clothes. She was tempted to leave her boots on since they were already soaked, but the bathroom looked clean she saw the sign on the door that said "Employees Only." She felt safe until she thought of Beardy and wondered where the last place he had been. She took them off anyways and then stripped off her underwear. She was now completely naked. In an automotive shop. In the middle of New Mexico. To block out the scary thoughts in her head she started to wring out her clothing as much as possible. She was on the first leg of her jeans when there was a knock at the door.

He cleared his throat and it was like a rock slide over her, she was suddenly hyper-aware of her nakedness at this point and she did what any self-respecting woman would do. She froze.

"Mia asked me to get your clothes."

Silence.

Breathe.

"Pardon?" She shouted, over the spray of the water.

"To put in the washer."

"Oh." She said to herself. She picked up the large towel and wrapped it around herself tighter than Fort Knox and opened the door. Steam flooded out around her. She had the soaked clothes in her arms.

Dom nodded and tried not to stare. She definitely wasn't bad looking while she was soaking wet and exhausted. She absolutely was not unattractive wrapped in a towel with her body covered in a sheen mist. It was a little too much for either of them, so they pretended like they weren't looking at each other and made the transaction as quickly as possible. She slammed the door and heard the deep chuckle and felt it roll up her spine.

Yikes