bA/N: So which Oodie brother do you think Jenna ends up falling in love with? Let me know in the reviews, and again, feedback is always appreciated!/b

As Henry Millard pulled up to the Sheriff's office early the next morning, he could already tell this was going to be a horrible day. Agent Reese appraoched his car, smirking confidently. He held a newspaper up to the window, sketches of Brick, McQueen, Lincoln, and Jenna on the front page.

"Did a really good job, didn't they, Millard? Looks just like 'em too. And that girl, she looks good. Wonder where those three picked her up?"

The sheriff snatched the newspaper from Reese's hand as he entered the building. Reese produced another sheet of paper as they entered Millard's office. "We got an address for them too, should have a search and seizure soon. And surprise, surprise, it's located on a piece of residental property here in your county. Can you believe that?"

Millard relaxed in his chair, his plan already forming. "That sounds like a hell of a plan, son. What can I do to help?"

Reese cleared his throat. "Well, I guess half the roads won't show up on my GPS, so if you could do me a favor, and simply escort me to the property, that would be fantastic."

Millard paused a moment, then smiled deviously. "Oh, you mean that old ass condemned shack out on Yuleton? Son, you didn't hear? Fire chief let the volunteers burn that up for training."

Reese snorted through his nose. "Burnt it up for training?"

Millard nodded. "Yeah, I think it was scheduled for early this morning."

Reese stared down the sherriff. "I suggest you stop them."

Millard gestured to his phone. "I can call Chief Walters, but I'm pretty sure all that's left out there is smoke and ash. I'm sorry, it sounded like you really had something there." As Reese stormed out of his office, Millard began to laugh, then cursed under his breath. He knew Reese would be back and there was only so much longer he could hold the agent off. With his head in his hands, Millard let out a sigh of frustration. How the hell had this situation gotten so out of control?

He was not alone in his frustration. Brick woke up after a mostly-sleepless night, looking around the room for his brothers and their two tagalongs. Rob was asleep in one bed, the third bed was occupied by Jenna, McQueen was asleep in the chair by the door, and from the sounds outside, Lincoln was waking up from the backseat. The oldest of the three brothers got up out of the bed, stretching before walking over to slap McQueen in the back of the head. "Get yo' ass up, boy!"

The youngest started, nearly falling out of the chair. "Damn it, Brick!" Jenna had woken up from the noise, and she rubbed her eyes as she sat up on the side of the bed. Seeing that everyone was up, Brick walked outside to smoke, leaving his brother alone with Jenna. The brunette got up and walked over to Rob's bed, gently shaking the boy. "Rob, c'mon buddy, it's time to get up." The autistic boy woke up, smiling softly at his caretaker. Jenna smiled back. "There goes that smile. You ready to start travelin' again?" She got him sitting up, leaning him on the headboard as she began putting his shoes on. McQueen was sitting on the end of the bed, watching her with a thoughtful look.

"You really care 'bout him, don't ya?"

Jenna looked over her shoulder at him, finishing tying Rob's shoe before turning around. "I'm all he's got. Most people wouldn't take the time to figure him out, but I did, and he's a better person than most of us will ever be. Rob draws people to him, and he teaches them a lesson. He's tougher than he looks."

McQueen looked at her with a smile. "Kinda like you, huh?"

Jenna laughed lowly, her cheeks turning red. "Whadya mean?"

The youngest brother stood up, hands on his hips as he cocked his head to the side. "You don't look like much, but you're one bad bitch."

Jenna raised an eyebrow, mirroring his stance. "Is that a compliment? Comin' from an Oodie brother? Especially Mr. 'can I buy you a drink?' and his tough-guy act. It must be gon' snow today."

For once in his life, McQueen couldn't think of a smart comment. So instead, he moved onto the question he'd been dying to ask Jenna. "So how exactly did you end up workin' for Carlos?"

Jenna smiled. "Why are you so interested in my life?"

McQueen shrugged. "Just idle curiosity." The brunette raised an eyebrow as if she didn't believe him, but said nothing else about it. Instead she took a deep breath, beginning to tell her story.

"My daddy sold drugs for Carlos for years, and my mama was a stripper, so they were never headed anywhere anyway. When I was seventeen, the drug money from my parents failed to make it to Carlos, and so one of his thugs came and shot up my house, took me prisoner. Carlos thought I was hot, so he sent me over to Rose and the rest of the whore-assasins. I learned to ride a motorcycle, to seduce men, and to kill the bastards, and I was one of them for ten years. But there was this one guy, he had five kids or some shit like that, and I didn't kill him, I felt sorry for him. Those bitches cornered me in a motel and beat the shit out of me for it. Pammy put three knives in my back, and Mona tried to rearrange my fuckin' face with her hooker heels. That's why I made sure I was the one to put those bitches down. But anyway, Carlos took a likin' to me, and after I healed up, he hired me to take care of Rob. I felt so bad for the poor kid, being taken away from Celeste and all. But then you boys showed up, and now you're takin' us back home." She finished her story with a smile, getting Rob settled in his wheelchair. "So that's my story. Now whadya think of that?"

McQueen smirked at her. "You ain't somebody I'd fuck with."

Jenna laughed. "Well you ain't somebody I'd fuck with either."

It took him a minute, but McQueen figured out the meaning of her joke. "Haha, very funny." The brunette began laughing again, sitting down on the bed beside McQueen to slide her boots on. She sat there for another minute, looking down at the floor before speaking.

"I'm ready to be back in Alabama. I miss bein' home."

Without really thinking about it, McQueen slung an arm around her shoulders, half-hugging her in an attempt to comfort her. She tensed a little, unsure of what he was doing. Jenna had been very skeptical of the youngest Oodie brother since he rescued her and Rob. He seemed like he chased anything with boobs, but then again he seemed like he genuinely cared for Rob, and maybe cared a little for her too. So she sat there and let his arm rest on her shoulders, McQueen finally breaking the silence between them.

"Hey Jenna, can I ask you somethin'?"

The brunette laughed a little, looking at him through the curtain of her hair.

"Yes, McQueen, you can ask me another of your fifty million questions."

McQueen paid no attention to her sarcastic comeback, instead slipping his arm off her shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes. "Would you consider stayin' in Montgomery when we get back?"

Jenna looked a little surprised. "I don't know. I'm probably goin' back to Mobile. That's my hometown. Ya know, if I'm not in prison for shootin' up the Flamebangers." She laughed a little, and McQueen's hopes were shot down. She obviously had no feelings for him. Hell, with his luck, she was probably head over heels in love with Brick. It always seemed to turn out like that. He quickly shut up, instead laughing along with her. Maybe when they finished this job and Rob was gone with Celeste, he'd try his luck with Jenna again.

Maybe then he'd have a chance.