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Chapter 2

The next morning, Brian informed her that Dom knew about their "history". Apparently, he'd had Jesse run a profile on them, which explained how Letty knew about her being "from" Arizona. Dom was fully aware that Brian had spent two years in juvie for boosting cars, something that was actually true, and he also knew that Eve had spent some time in juvie for joyriding and grand-theft auto. Also a true story, but that was in the past, before she knew what she was meant to do with her life and that was be part of law enforcement. It was funny to Eve, still made her laugh actually, how she broke the law so much when she was a kid, never getting caught with the minor stuff like shoplifting, but she got caught for the big shit and ended up being a Fed. Lucky for her, her record had been expunged to make her application for the Bureau possible. While they were eating breakfast, Brian also told her that Dom confessed about having done two years in Lompoc, but she already knew that.

"I can't believe he told you that," she commented, munching thoughtfully on some toast.

"I know, right? I thought he hated me but I show up, get him away from the cops, and it was like…I don't know," he replied, shaking his head and shoveling some cereal into his mouth. Eve bit into her toast, chewing and watching him carefully.

"Like you'd earned his respect," she toned. Brian looked up at her, thinking about that for a moment, before nodding. Yes, it had been just like that.

"I also met the Trans," he commented lightly.

Her toast dropped to her plate with a clatter and stared at him in shock. She quickly asked him when and how, and he explained that he had accidentally driven into southern California, into Little Saigon. Apparently, there was a grudge between Toretto and Tran – because Dom had slept with Johnny Tran's sister, Brian said. That made Eve roll her eyes, 'cause what had she said? Men are always getting into trouble over a woman, and Dom was no exception. After a bit of talking, Tran and his cousin, Lance Nguyen, left only to come back and shoot up Brian's car with their submachine guns. It blew up – probably due to all the extra NOS, Eve noted – and then he and Dom had a twenty-mile hike and cab ride back to Dom's house. Eve shook her head, holding up a hand to show him that she didn't need to hear the rest of what went on at the Toretto house.

"I told you NOS was a bad idea," she remarked and moved to clean her dishes.

"I know, I know. You were right, okay?" he sneered, huffing back in the seat of his chair.

"At least we know for sure that Tran is a front runner for the hijackings," she said, sounding optimistic for the first time of their three weeks together. "Submachine guns and crotch rockets? That shit isn't cheap."

"Look, Tran said something about seeing Dom next month. You know anything about that?"

"Only thing I can think of is Race Wars." Brian looked at her, a dumb look on his face, and she shook her head again, letting out a long-suffering sigh, before explaining exactly what Race Wars was. It wasn't her first time going and, it seemed, it wouldn't be her last but she hadn't been to Race Wars in years. The last time she could think of going she'd been a sophomore in college.

"Dom said something else."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Brian sighed, running a hand through his hair, ignoring her disinterested tone.

"I owe him a ten-second car." Eve grinned and shook her head, amused.

"Ouch," she laughed. "Come on, we gotta get to "work"." Brian nodded and dumped his dirty dishes in the sink before following her out to her car. Since Brian didn't have one anymore, it seemed she would be playing chauffeur for quite a bit. The minute they reached Harrys, he gave them a list of parts to deliver and got in the truck to head off. They weren't even on the road ten minutes when they were pulled over.

"Show me your hands," came the officer's voice from a megaphone. The pair of blondes shared a look and rolled their eyes, but did as ordered. "Very good, now open the door." Again, they did as asked and stepped out slowly. "Put your hands on your head, behind your head, face the front of the vehicle, and walk backwards toward the rear." Eve looked over at Brian and saw him scowling, knowing that he was pissed about this. She had to admit, as she backed up to the other cops, she was pissed, too. It was ridiculous! "Take two steps to your right, sir. Ma'am, two steps to your left and stop right there." Both of them waited patiently as second cop walked up, patting them both down.

"What I do?" Brian asked but the cop patting him down quickly told him to shut up.

"They're clean, Sarge." Eve saw Brian's superior, Sergeant Tanner, smile and nod before both of them were handcuffed and dragged into the back seat of the car. Neither of them said anything, just waited for the drive to be over. Twenty painful minutes later, they arrived at their base of operations.

"Muse, will you take these things off?" Brian groaned as he slid out of the car, Eve right behind him. "I mean, shit, you put 'em on so tight."

"I like realism," Muse retorted jokingly before uncuffing the pair.

"You never know whose watching, Brian," Tanner told him, opening the gate of the garage to go into the house.

"Wow! Nice crib, Sergeant," Brian complimented, looking around at the rather expensive looking place. "It's a lot nicer than that last place you confiscated."

"Ain't it? You know, Eddie Fischer built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the fifties," Tanner explained. Eve didn't really care but she was impressed; it was a nice fucking house. She particularly liked the pool that had a bridge over the middle of it.

"See?" Brian said, nudging Eve with his elbow. "Even the cops are Hollywood in Hollywood." Eve just rolled her eyes at him. Tanner laughed and the four entered the house where their base was set up. There was a bustle of activity. At least thirteen other cops and detectives, from the LAPD and FBI respectively, were hard at work. Some were answering phones, others checking files and facts, some were at computers and another group was at a board with pinned photos of the main suspects and their known affiliations.

"Clearly," she said dryly. "Can we get to work now?"

"Okay, here they are, fresh from Toretto's hot rod heaven," Tanner said, walking up to Eve's superior. Eve, seeing her boss, Special Agent Bilkins, took the initiate to walk ahead and shake Bilkins's hand.

"Trudeau," he greeted, smiling at her.

"Sir," she replied respectfully, nodding firmly.

"That was an eighty thousand dollar vehicle, Officer," Bilkins said to Brian, looking none too pleased.

"You wanna tell him what happened?" Brian asked, looking to her and Tanner.

Tanner responded, "He knows what happened."

"Hey, you know what? Why don't you send the bill to Johnny Tran," Brian sneered and Tanner put a hand on his chest, not to subtly telling him to shut up.

"Kid's giving me attitude?" Bilkins posed to Tanner, pointedly ignoring Brian. "Doesn't speak well for police-FBI relations, Tanner."

"Come on, what is this? I walk in the door and—!"

"All right, all right, all right!" Tanner exclaimed over his officer's complaints. "We'll talk, okay? We'll talk about it. Muse, why don't you make us five iced cappuccinos, please?" Tanner made sure they were decaf and the group went into a separate room to go over the details of the case again. Four hijackings in two months and both the FBI and LAPD had nothing. They knew that the DVD players and digital cameras were worth a million-two alone, which brought them to a grand total of six million dollars. Plus, they were in the political crosshairs now, which was why both Brian and Eve were undercover.

"You want that detective badge fast, kid, and you wanna know something? The FBI can help. If you come through for us," Bilkins told Brian, patting his shoulder. When the blonde looked to his temporary partner, she nodded the affirmative.

"And what does the truck driver say?" Brian asked and Tanner explained that the MO was exactly the same. Same cars, same precision driving, same neon glow underneath and the lab told them that the skid marks came back the same – Moshimoto's ZX tires, so they knew for certain now that it was someone in the street racing world.

"We don't make this case soon, the truckers will take matters into their own hands," Bilkins explained. "I tell 'em we're close. You two gonna make me a liar?"

"We're on top of it, sir," Eve replied confidently, obediently.

Brian jumped in and told them, "Look, what do we know? We all know this world revolves around Toretto, right?"

"I'd say that's a fair assumption," Eve chimed in. "From the way the crowd was last night, and from what Harry told us, Toretto is the god of the street racing world. He's king, and everyone follows him. Except Tran," she added, smirking at Brian a little bit.

"Now, I'm not saying he's necessarily the one that's popping these trucks, but I can guarantee the both of you that he knows who is," Brian stated firmly. "It's just a matter of time until I win his confidence—"

Bilkins interjected, "You want time, buy the magazine. We don't have time. Just give me something I can use." Walking around to his set-up desk, Bilkins looked at Eve, who'd stood up to leave after Brian and Tanner. He stopped her by asking, "How's he doing, Trudeau?" Eve paused and thought about it for a moment.

"Permission to speak freely?" Bilkins nodded and she took a breath. "He's got a heavy foot, a quick temper, stubborn as a mule, and he's a shitty liar," she replied bluntly and shrugged. "All in all, he's the worst person you've ever partnered me with." Bilkins chuckled amusedly.

"You don't like him, I take it?"

"Not at all."

"How's Harry doing?"

"He's cooperating like a man that knows he'll do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn't." Bilkins laughed out right at that. "He's been helpful, but he's a bundle of nerves and that's not good for us. I'm convinced that he might rat us out for the right price to the wrong people."

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen," he assured her and she nodded, having every confidence in her superior. "What does he think of Toretto?"

"He's scared to death of him," she answered honestly. "Like I said: bundle of nerves. But he doesn't think Toretto's the one going around jacking trucks either. And, honestly, sir?" Bilkins nodded, letting her know it was okay to voice her opinion. "I'm not sold on Toretto being the one either. He's too controlled, and why would he risk his sister and crew, his business, his entire "kingdom", to go back to jail if he was caught?" Bilkins nodded, taking her concerns in thoughtfully. "I'm not saying it's not him, but I'm not saying it is. We just need time."

"Dominic Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a man to death. That sound controlled to you?" Eve lowered her head, biting her bottom lip. No, it sure as hell didn't sound controlled. "The man has Nitrous Oxide for blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him."

"Yes, sir." He nodded for her to go and she left, getting outside just in time to hear Brian remind Tanner that he needed another car. Two days later, he got his wish. With a tow truck, the two of them went to Toretto's garage with a totaled 1995 Toyota Supra barely hanging on in the back.

Dom looked at the ugly mess and asked, "What the hell is this? What do you got there?"

Grinning, Brian explained, "This is your car."

"My car? I said a ten-second car, not a ten-minute car."

"You could push this across the finish line," Jesse commented. "Or tow it." Dom said they couldn't even tow it and the crew, which was just Letty, Mia and Jesse, laughed.

"No faith!" Brian protested.

"Oh, I have faith in you! But this isn't a junk yard; this is a garage." Brian nudged Eve and she nodded, hopping up onto the back of the tow as he told her and Jesse, who she was pulling up with her, to pop the hood. After they had it unhooked and backed into the garage, Jesse popped the hood, which promptly fell to the floor, and examined just what was underneath.

"A 2-JZ engine! No shit," Jesse breathed. Bilkins and Tanner really came through on this one. Of course, Brian and Eve had to tell them what to get.

"See, what did I tell you?" Brian asked, grinning like an idiot.

"I retract my previous statement," Dom replied, impressed.

"You know what? This will decimate all after you put fifteen grand in it, or more. If we have to, overnight parts from Japan," the mad scientist explained. Dom just told him to put it on his tab at Harrys, to which Jesse hooted in excitement.

Dom pointed at Brian with a crowbar, telling him, "I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There's a show down in the desert called Race Wars and that's where you'll do it." Brian nodded, still grinning, as Dom walked away but he turned back soon enough. "I'll tell you what. When you're not working at Harry's, you're working here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don't belong near a car." He moved the crowbar to Eve and asked, "You race, too?"

"When I feel like it," she retorted, repeating exactly what she told Hector, and crossed her arms.

"When you feel like it," he echoed, chuckling. "How about this? You want to stick with your brother, work in this garage, work on this car," he said, pointing to the hunk of junk, "then you race when I say. You got that?"

Eve nodded slowly, though anger was seething inside of her, "I got that."

"Good. Let's get to work, people."

It took quite a bit of time and a hell of a lot of money, which surprisingly wasn't really an issue for Dom, until the car was almost racing ready. Jesse had set up the basic design for the Supra. He told them that the adjustable would save them about two pounds and give them better traction over all. He really should have been in MIT or some other place like that but he had ADD. Jesse told Brian, who told her, that he'd flunked out of school, failing everything but math. Jesse explained that there was just something about cars that calmed him down. Later that day, Dom called everyone back this place for dinner, Brian and Eve included, which shocked the hell out of her. She hadn't really talked to the crew or gotten to know them like Brian had. Leon flirted with her a bit, sure, but Letty would always slap him upside his head and tell him to back off. Letty was really the only one of the crew that Eve could consider herself a little bit close to. When everyone else arrived, Vince took one look at the "Spilner siblings", passed his bag of food to Leon and walked back to his car.

Dom called out, "Vince, come over here and give us a hand!"

"Looks like you got all the help you need, brutha!" he shouted back before high tailing off down the road.

Shaking his head, Dom just went about grilling the chicken, Letty by his side, while Mia prepared the salads and corn on the cob. Jesse helped her inside, Brian grabbing the Corona's. Leon, however, managed to drag Eve onto the blacktop near the home's garage for a game of basketball. She was terrible, giving Leon some good laughs. When it came time to sit down and eat, everyone gathered around the table, all the girls lined up next to each other with Brian and Jesse across them, with Dom and Leon at the ends. Jesse was the first one to reach onto the plate of chicken, to which Dom held up a hand to stop him.

"Hey, hold up! Because you were the first out of everybody here to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace." Nobody except Brian and Eve were surprised to hear this. As the others crossed themselves or locked their hands, grinning at Jesse's bad luck, they watched curiously. Dominic Toretto was a religious man? That certainly was unexpected.

"Dear Heavenly…uh…"

Leon helpfully supplied, "Spirit."

"Spirit, thank you. Uh, thank you for providing us with the direct port Nitrous, uh, injection." Eve cracked a smile, barely able to hold her laughter. She saw Brian was smiling, too. "For, uh, cool air intercoolers, and ball bearing turbos, and titanium bell springs." The crew clapped and cheered him, saying their 'amen's'.

"Not bad," Dom complimented.

"Praying to the car gods, man," Letty added, smiling as the food started getting passed around.

"Well, look who it is!" Leon exclaimed and the crew saw Vince slowly walking up. "Old Coyote's 'R' Us! I thought you weren't hungry, pumpkin?"

Vince shrugged, "You know I gotta eat."

"He's always hungry," Letty added, the sneer in her voice unmistakable. Dom waved him over, telling him to sit down. Vince joined them, kissing the top of Dom's head as he did. When he walked around the table, he stood next to Eve for a moment, just staring at her. Annoyed, she sighed and looked up at Vince.

"There a problem?" she asked.

"Yeah, why don't you go sit next to you brother?" he returned. Letty was in the midst of telling him off, Dom trying to calm her down, when Eve stood up, standing toe-to-toe with Vince. She stared him down a minute before picking up her plate and shoving past him.

"No problem," was all she said and sat next to Brian, taking a long drag of her beer. She wanted nothing more than a Boh, or even a Jack & Coke, but all Dom carried was Corona so it would have to do.

"Let's eat some grub, man," Letty said, patting Vince's back and nodding to Eve. When the sun had set, everyone went inside to watch some movie. Eve sat on the floor, expecting to be alone, until Jesse and Leon plopped down on either side of her. She looked at both of them before shaking her head, a small smile on her face.

"You'll never get rid of them now," Dom commented from his spot, Letty curled up in his lap.

"Just what I always wanted, grease monkey/leech hybrids," Eve droned tonelessly and Letty cracked up. When Jesse started demanding popcorn, Vince was volunteered to make it. He got up, stumbling as he went because he was a little drunk, and went into the kitchen to do so.

"So, you went to juvie for joyriding and grand theft auto?" Jesse inquired to her.

"Jesse!" Letty warned.

"No, no, it's okay," Eve told her and she looked back at Jesse. "Yeah, I did. Why?"

"Just wondering how a girl like you got into cars, that's all."

"Girl like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she questioned defensively.

"He means a babe like you, girl," Leon said, not so subtly wrapping an arm around her shoulders while Jesse blushed.

"Well, you see, there was this guy and he had a really…really…big…" she said, whispering seductively to Leon. "…engine." Pulling Leon's arm off of her, she pushed him and smiled at the laughs and teasing he was getting from Dom and Letty. A bang on the wall came next and they saw Vince walking back in. When Jesse asked about his popcorn, Vince blew up.

"Make your own God damn popcorn!" Curious, Eve got up and said she'd make it. When she entered the kitchen and saw Brian and Mia standing close together, she understood what had happened.

Shaking her head, she fixed the microwave to make the popcorn, and told them, "Either get a room or go outside." Brian promptly threw a rag at her.

"Bitch," he laughed at her.

"Pussy," she retorted. The minute the popcorn was done, she joined the others to watch the movie. If Brian didn't keep his head focused on the case, than she might as well be working alone, which was preferable anyway.