Ok kids, this chapter has a pretty graphic sexual scene, I'm giving you fair warning, read at you own risk i guess. dont sue me. although, the 2 most... detailed... paragraphs are marked with "---". so if its too much tell me please, somtimes i just cant help it, i love sex, what can i say! whoo! if you dont want to read it dont, I dont hate.

also the next two chaps are a little angstie, but that will be done with ASAP! i promise, i just thought it was a nessesary evil considering their situation. theres more action and stuff coming. whoo!!

so as always, keep reviewing, I love it! Thanks!

---Chapter 3: Bad News Rising---

Leon wept quietly on the couch as the sun came up. Tears streamed down his face. Mia was still passed out with her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her silky hair while he was plagued with thoughts of Jesse. Jesse would have had no idea what to do in that situation but he sure as hell would have tried to make light of things. Leon and Jesse were always the jokers. They were a team, and without one half the other was… broken.

Mia jerked into consciousness and gasped. It took her a minute to realize the brutal truth of her new reality.

"Bad dream?" Leon rubbed her back in a soothing manner. He had the other hand over his eyes cover the tears he had been spilling. Although he knew she would never say anything he was still embarrassed. She nodded in response to his question.

"Oh god… I think I'm gonna puke," she made a b-line for the restroom. He could hear her puking when he finally stood up and went to find a clean shirt.

Leon and Jesse didn't live at the Toretto's. They lived in a shitty apartment but always did their laundry at the house and spent most of the time there as well. While searching through the clean clothes in the laundry closet he found one of Jesse's shirts. He tossed it aside quickly and found one of his trademark jerseys.

"You want some eggs?" Mia had returned from her vomit-sabbatical and was apparently hungry.

"Yeah," he walked to the kitchen, "Mia, I gotta tell you somethin'"

"If it's about last night…"

"No… well kind of… look… Brian came by here last night,"

"What?" she whipped around to face him her look of shock faded into anger, "what the hell did he want?" she went back to the eggs.

"He saved us Mia… maybe not you, but the rest of us… we all should have been hauled off to the slammer by now." She didn't respond, "Dom really liked him ya know? And as much as I wanted to give the guy a curbie sometimes… in the end… he did right by us… for the most part at least… he killed Tran… and Tran killed Jesse… and I guess what I'm tryin to say is we would understand… if you wanted to be with him, ya know… I know you love…"

Mia turned around to meet his gaze, "I don't… I'm not gonna be with him… I'm grateful for what he did but he's still a cop and a liar… and I have enough problems…" she served up the eggs for both of them to eat. "Leon… I have to tell you something too…"

He raised his brows inquisitively.

"The last thing Jesse said was…" her eyes filled with tears, "he said: tell Leon he owes me 20 bones, this doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would."

Leon smirked and then lost it. He sobbed loudly and uncontrollably, "Goddamn it!" he shoved out of his chair and went into the other room.

Mia felt awful, the only other time she had seen a grown man cry was when her dad died, and Dominic was a wreck. She had no idea how to comfort him. She went to Leon and offered the only comfort she could, a hug. He held her tight until he got control of his emotions.

"Sorry about that…" he felt embarrassed, "he was a joker till the end I guess… when we were like fifteen, we were still in Detroit, and my cousin got shot, and my cousin is an idiot! He shot himself in the foot trying to knock over a liquor store… anyway, we went to see him in the hospital and he complained sooooo much! He bitched and whined about how much it hurt. Jesses said he thought there was no way it could hurt that bad, it was just a little hole, and I thought it probably hurt a whole hell of a lot… so we made a bet that if either of us got shot we had to say if Dane's pain was blown out of proportion or not, I bet no… he bet yes… what a dumb ass… I can't believe he remembered that shit…" they both chuckled a little. "I need your help with something before we go to the hospital this morning"

"Of course, anything," she nodded.

That day Leon moved Jesse's car into storage and they drove up to Lompoc to break the news to Jesse's dad. He was heartbroken to say the least, his only son murdered and he wouldn't even be able to attend his funeral, not to mention his mourning would take place in a federal penitentiary. Leon, who was like a son to the man, told him Johnny Tran was dead and he vowed to make sure Lance was taken care of. They said their goodbyes and Leon and Mia drove back to LA to see their friends at the hospital. Most of the ride neither one spoke.

"Ok… I have to say something; I know you said don't worry about it, but…last night… I just wanted… I just wanted to feel something good, everything inside of me hurts ya know…"

"Like I said Mia, don't fret, I know what you mean on both accounts. It's really not a big deal though… I mean if I had a penny for every beautiful woman that tried to have sex with me I'd be a rich man," they both smiled. She giggled.

"You are a good kisser though…" she giggled again. He chuckled in response.

"What can I say…"

They sat quietly until they finally made it back to the hotel. Both of them were having the same thoughts. Where would the previous night have led them if Leon hadn't put a stop to it? She remembered his muscular body and smooth skin. The way he kissed her: soft and sweet. He remembered how she tasted, her soft skin, and silky hair.

It was the early afternoon and they both knew Letty and Vince were probably pissed enough already, so they headed to the hospital. Mia wanted to see Vince first before they broke the heartbreaking news. Leon went to Letty.

"Hey Vince!" Mia popped her head in the room with a big smile on.

"Hey Mia!" he grinned at the sight of her.

"How are you? They wouldn't let us see you yesterday…" she walked up to the side of the bed and rested a hand on his belly.

"I'm alright I guess… they said I get to keep my arm and with time and stuff I should get almost full use back"

Mia burst into tears. Vince was terrified. He had no idea why she was crying or what to do.

"Mia… its not that bad,"

"God… sorry… it just you almost DIED!" she sobbed again. He reached over with his good arm trying to grab her hand. She went around to the other side of the bed and he made room for her.

"OUCH!" Vince yelped when her body touched the shotgun wound on his side.

"Shit, I'm sorry"

"Its fine" he put his arm around her

"No its not, I have been such a bitch to you, and for the most part you haven't really deserved it… I'm glad you didn't die"

"Me too," he laughed and she cried harder. "Jesus Mia, I didn't know you cared that much" he stroked her hair.

"That's exactly my point… I love you Vince, you're my family and I've just been… a bitch."

Vice was entirely confused, Mia had never let him touch her and she was truthful when she said she was a bitch to him. Now she lay in his bed balling her eyes out, he wasn't about to complain, but it was peculiar to him none the less. He could smell her hair and feel the heat of her body. For him, that would have been enough, if that was the only time in his life he got to be that close to her, he could have died a happy man. He stroked her hair and felt how soft it was and he couldn't help but smile. The past 36 hours had been the worst he'd experienced in a long time, but this moment was perfect.

Leon peeked in through the window, and saw the quaint little picture; he hated to ruin all the fun. Vince saw him out side, and motioned to Mia with his eyes, then flicked his tongue rapidly. Leon couldn't help but laugh as he walked in the room.

"I thought you went to see Letty?" Mia looked up, finally calmed

"Oh yeah… how is she?" Vince vaguely remembered her crashing.

"She's sleeping, how you doin dawg?"

"I feel like I was hangin' off the side of a damn semi… big surprise right?"

"V, man I gotta tell you something… this aint good news brotha…" Vince's brow furrowed at the comment. Mia went over to stand by Leon. Vince became increasingly apprehensive, what could be so bad?

"Is Dom in Jail?" he broke the pause hoping to ease his discomfort. Leon shook his head and stared at the ceiling because if he looked at Vince he would have cried.

"Um… Tran… Tran pulled some drive-by bullshit and got Jesse…" Leon forced out the words.

Vince couldn't believe his ears. A million thoughts were blasting through his brain as he tried to grasp the news. The next sound anyone heard was Vince's water jug hit the wall. He was furious as he lashed out.

"That motherfucker!" Vince yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm gonna fuckin kill that son-of-a-bitch! And his goddamn cousin too!" he flailed in his bed trying to tear the sensors and IV from his flesh.

Two nurses came in and had to sedate him because he wouldn't calm down. But who could blame him. The nurses informed Mia and Leon that if it happened again they wouldn't be allowed back into the hospital. The two decided to break the news to Letty if she was awake, they couldn't see the point in waiting anymore, and they just wanted to rip the band-aid off.

"Hey, you're awake"

"Yeah… did you guys see Vince?" Letty sat up in her bed.

"Yeah"

"How is he?"

"He's… resting" Leon said quietly, "we got to tell you something"

"What's with the somber guys?"

"I'm just gonna say this, sorry to be so blunt but… Tran shot Jesse… he's gone Let" Leon fought his pain and tears with all his might. The color faded from Letty face and she fell back into her bed. She sobbed quietly, and Mia couldn't help but cry as well. Leon squeezed in to Letty's bed wrapping one arm around her and the other around Mia. Tears fell from his eyes but he never actually sobbed. The three of them gripped each other as if the contact was their life line. When they had all gotten their emotional outburst under control, Letty spoke again.

"When I get out of here I'm gonna kill that bastard," Letty murmured into Leon's chest.

"Brian already did…" Mia looked at Letty

"What?"

"Its true, Spilner… O'Connor… whatever the fuck his name is put a bullet in him… fucker's dead… I think it may have been too humane…" Leon added.

"Whadda ya know… the spaz was good for something after all" Letty mused.

"I think I'm gonna go check on Vince, I don't want him to wake up alone…" Mia left the room.

"Since when does she give a shit about V?" Letty looked up confused

"It's not like she hates him… I think of it more as angry flirtation when they interact," they both laughed.

"Dom knows?"

"Yeah… he was there" she digested his comment.

"How did things get this fucked up? I mean two days ago we were riding high… and now…"

"I know girl…but it could be worse I guess,"

The two of them sat in silence holding on to each other and pondering all things past, present and future.

When Mia got to Vince he was still passed out. She turned on the TV in his room and sat with him. Vince finally came to and watched the news. Mia was so out of it she hadn't even noticed he was awake.

"In other news, Lance Tran, son of Jung and Chow Tran, was arrested on suspected murder charges this evening, the Tran's lawyers had no comment on the situation," The Reporter on the news said.

"I fuckin hope they fry that piece of shit," Vince spoke gruffly

"Hey, you're awake…"Mia smiled sympathetically at him and held his hand tightly.

"Do you know why they didn't get Johnny?"

"Vince… Brian shot Johnny right after he… he's dead,"

"Another score for the pig," he raised his eyebrows surprised, but glad the bastard got what he deserved, "so they said I'll be able to go tomorrow…" he said, changing the painful subject.

"Thank god!"

They were interrupted by the nurse saying visiting hours were over again. Mia kissed Vince on the cheek and went to meet up with Leon. They decided to stay at the hotel that night because the drive home was just too much.

Neither one was very hungry but Leon decided to hit the liquor store. He knew it was his only chance of sleep.

Mia was standing in front of the mirror drying her hair when Leon returned from the liquor store. He noticed she was only wrapped in a towel. It was one of those hotel towels that barely covered her ass, and he could see that her tan went all the way up. He suddenly felt nervous and very much like a pervert. He made himself a whiskey and water and sat on the end of one of the beds with his trademark toothpick in his mouth. Rubbing the back of his neck, he drank slowly staring in to the abyss, until he realized Mia was standing right in front of him, tiny towel and all.

"Took you long enough,"

"Yeah… sorry… I stopped for smokes too…" she had her back to him and he tried not to stare at her ass.

"Always with that tooth pick… trying to keep your mouth busy?" she turned and stepped between his legs and pulled the pick from his lips, "I know something else that you could do to keep it preoccupied," she bent and kissed him.

She mashed her lips to his passionately. He sucked on her bottom lip for a moment for before he pulled her hips down to his lap. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, touching his. Opening his mouth wider to her, she kissed him deeper. He flipped her over so she was beneath him on the bed and ran his lips over hers, tickling them, then licked her bottom lip gently, slowly, barely touching it, causing her to tingle. Leon finally pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes, and she recalled their charm.

"I thought we talked about this girl?"

She smiled devilishly and pulled him down to her lips kissing him again. He rolled on to his back and she rolled on top of him kissing his neck. He ran his hand up one thigh and had the other in her hair. Mia skimmed her lips over his jaw and down his neck placing kisses on the way. She pushed up his shirt and ran her hands down his chest and stomach, and then continued her trail down his body, occasionally letting her teeth graze his flesh. Her mouth reached the waist of his pants and she reached for the button on his jeans. Reality suddenly slapped him in the face.

"Shit Mia! What the hell are you doin to me girl," She raised her head from his hips and smiled apprehensively while biting her bottom lip. She shrugged a little. "We can't do this… I mean… this is bad…" he sat up and pushed her off of him so he could stand up,

"Why? No ones gonna know…"

"I will…" he ran his hand over the back of his head

"You said you felt the same way."

"What? When?"

"In the car today, I said I wanted to feel good because everything was so shitty… and you said you felt the same…"

He licked his bottom lip, reviewing the conversation in his head, then felt guilty, "I didn't mean…" he crouched in front of the bed where her legs hung over. He looked in to her eyes, stroking her soft leg with two of his fingers. She reached over and ran her hand through his thick, dark hair. He looked over her whole body, tracing her curves with his eyes, taking in her every inch. Finally he stood up and whispered in her ear, "lay back…"

She lay on the bed and got comfortable. Leon went to the door and made sure it was locked, out of complete paranoia, and then kicked off his shoes. The shirt was next to be stripped off and then he turned off the light by the bed and laid down beside her, leaning over her. He cupped her face and hesitated a moment before he dipped down to meet her lips. He kissed her deeply, hungry for the taste of her mouth. And then pulled back.

"Are you sure?"

Mia nodded in response to his question; she smiled a little and bit her bottom lip. He smiled back at her and kissed her again. He was propped up on one elbow and the other hand played with Mia's hair, and then it trailed down her neck, tickling, to where her towel was bound between her breasts. He slowly un-tucked it and peeled both sides away from her body. Leon stopped his assault her mouth and took a moment to stare at the naked woman beside him. She was beautiful, it had been years since he'd had his hands on a brunette. Taking in every inch of her body, every curve and mole, he ran a callused finger down her body to her legs and back up again. Goose bumps erupted from his touch and she enjoyed how he was looking at her: amorously. He looked at her as she was looking at him, and then brought his mouth to her ear,

"You are so beautiful," his voice was just above a whisper, rough and low.

It sent a shiver though her body and her nipples hardened into rosy peaks, and he rolled one between his knuckles, and then kneaded her breast with the rest of his hand. His hand ran all over her body, leaving goose bumps and shivers wherever it trailed.

Finally he slid his hand between her legs causing a barely audible moan to escape her lips. He pushed one leg down and rolled between her legs. The bare skin of their chests rubbed together, sticky and sweaty by this point. Her hands ran over Leon's back feeling the movement of his muscles and it turned her on even more, she dug her fingers in a bit. He started kissing down her neck to her collar bone, careful not to leave any marks, and kept going down. She felt exhilarated by him ravaging her body, everything felt intense and tingly. His mouth made it down to her hips and he lifted his head a moment running his hands down the insides of her legs, and then kissed the inside of her thighs, making his way closer to her hips again. She felt his stubble graze the sensitive skin on her thighs and gasped as his she could feel his breath; a rush of wetness ran between her legs.

"Leon wait…" she choked out throatily through her arousal. His head popped up and he froze like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he waited, "um…I," she paused, looking embarrassed.

"You what?" he slid his body up so they were face to face.

"I've never…"

"I know you're not a virgin," he smiled playfully, she giggled a little,

"No… I never had a guy…"

"Go down on you?" a look of surprise was on his face, "you're kidding right?"

She shook her head. For whatever reason, she had never experienced that, and wasn't ready for her first time to be in a cheap motel with Leon, the grease monkey she only remotely knew. "You don't want me to?" She shook her head slightly, and blushed a little. He smiled at her making her feel at ease once more, "anything you want…" he whispered into her ear.

---They instantly picked up where they left off. This time Leon had to let his hand do most of the walking instead of his mouth. He traced his rough fingers over her body thrilling her and sending shivers through her body once again. One hand slid between her thighs, slowly creeping up. She felt her body ache for his touch. He slowly let one finger slide into her slick swollen folds, gently caressing her most sensitive flesh, feeling how soaking wet she was. She moaned. He continued to rub her gently and began to quicken his pace a bit. Occasionally he dipped his head and kissed anywhere his neck could reach sometimes taking her nipple into his mouth. But mostly he watched her writhe with pleasure, watched her face and how it changed when he put pressure on her various parts, watched her bite her bottom lip, and gasp. She was beginning to feel light headed and her whole body was tingling from his titillation.

---He slowed down and let her come down a little before he slipped his finger into her, she gasped against the feeling and an "oh shit" escaped her mouth when he let a second finger enter her. He watched her face smiling at his handy work. Her back arched a bit when he bent his fingers, and pushed up toward the ceiling stoking firmly and speeding up his motion. He felt her hips roll against his hand urging him on. His thumb slipped in and stroked her clit in rhythm with his fingers. She bucked and cried out as he reached peak speed. Her whole body spasmed, he felt her contract against his fingers. Wave, after wave of utter bliss washed over her, each leaving her weaker than the last.

When her thoughts finally began to return to her head, which was still swimmy, she held Leon's head to her neck.

"Thank you…" she whispered faintly

"Sweet dreams princess," he murmured in her ear. He kissed her neck and collar bone a few more times, tasting the salt of her sweaty skin before he rolled off. He sucked his fingers clean as she lay still breathing deeply. He pulled the covers down beneath her and then covered her up.

He grabbed his whisky bottle and stepped outside. He lit a cigarette and drank himself retarded, drowning all the thoughts that were in his head. When he was sufficiently fucked up he re-entered the room and crawled over to the other bed and passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.