Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews to the last chapter! I'm glad you all enjoyed Han and Lindsey's flirtatiousness. I'll be putting in a lot more in the next few chapters!


Enrique Gaines climbed from the backseat of his Escalade moodily, squinting in the bright California sunlight as he followed a couple of his partners inside the deserted, closed nightclub. He was tired, and he was angry. His boys were pissed off and wanted to get revenge on the whole Toretto crew. They were gonna protect that little girl with their lives… And Enrique wasn't stupid enough to think they wouldn't succeed. The most serious issue staring him down at the moment, however, was Daniel Kale.

His words were constantly ringing in Enrique's head. He could be replaced in a moment, and the Cuban wouldn't put it past the businessman to make it happen. The worst part was that nobody knew he worked for Kale; the man was like a ghost. Gaines seriously doubted the police even knew his transgressions existed under the radar. His crew sure as hell didn't know who they took their orders from, either. As far as they knew, Enrique masterminded everything. There was so much secrecy that Gaines knew his own demise would never be solved or avenged.

Therefore, Gaines had to keep a close eye on everything throughout the next few days. If worse came to worst, he was gonna pull a Han Thomas and catch the next flight outta L.A… But he would be smart enough not to come back.


Han smirked as he leaned against Lindsey's headboard, watching her move through her closet like a woman on a mission. She had three heaping piles of clothes tossed on the floor next to him, and a bag already filled with her shower stuff and almost her entire underwear drawer was waiting by the door. His smirk grew as he eyed her top drawer; the underwear had been his favorite part.

Lindsey moved out of the closet with a few pairs of shoes in her arms, dropping them at the foot of her bed and raking her hands through her long blonde hair impatiently. "I have no idea how I'ma get all this in there," she said, gesturing from the piles of clothes to the bag.

He snickered, gracefully climbing off the bed as Brian stuck his head in the room. "Holy shit, Lindz," Brian mumbled. "What the hell are you gonna do with all this?"

"Go away," Lindsey shot back, bending over and starting to stuff clothes in the bag. Han adverted his eyes as her tiny light pink tank top rode up.

"Can't," Brian replied cheekily. "Han has to go pack."

Lindsey frowned. "Does that mean I gotta stay with you now?" she asked miserably. Brian nodded, a sarcastically sweet smile on his face. She looked at Han. "I can't believe you're doin this to me," she shook her head.

He chuckled. "You can come help me when you're done," he said, reaching behind him and messing up her hair as he made his way out of the room. He heard Brian hop onto her bed while he moved through the living room.

"You're can't wear that! It's not a skirt, it's a fuckin belt!"

Han laughed again lightly, and moments later he made his way inside his own dark apartment. Grabbing a large duffel bag out of the hall closet, he moved into his bedroom, pausing when his cell rang loudly from his pocket. He tossed the duffel onto the bed and pulled out the phone.

Glancing at the screen, he saw "Sean" flash on the caller I.D. He answered quickly. "Yo."

"Hey, Han," Neela's voice replied immediately.

"How'd it go?" he questioned, masking his impatience with nonchalance.

"I think it went well," she revealed brightly. She inhaled deeply before adding, "But… there's something you're not gonna like."

"Figures," he responded grimly.

She sighed. "Kamata said they want to meet with you," she explained gently.

He frowned deeply, running a hand over his face. "Shiiit."

"That's not the worst part," she added. "They want you to personally deliver the first payment and arrange the first shipment."

"How much?" Han questioned, massaging his temple as his head began to ache.

"One million U.S. Nonrefundable, nonnegotiable," she replied. "They'll send the first shipment of car parts in return after they're sure you're serious. Twink says you're getting taken."

"Looks that way, doesn't it?" he responded. "Any guarantee I'll make it out alive?"

"He seemed open to the idea," she joked. "I really think you'll be okay. He seems to be more interested in making money than getting back at you."

"When do they want to see me?" he asked simply, choosing to ignore the possibility of murder-by-Yakuza.

"Two days," she answered.

"A'ight," he said. "I'll see you all soon. Tell Twink to keep his phone handy, I'll need a ride from the airport."

He hung up the phone, tossing it on his bed. Crossing quickly to his closet, he knelt on the ground. After pushing a few boxes out of the way, he uncovered a safe. He entered the electronic code from memory, then popped open the door. Reaching inside, he grabbed a couple stacks of bills. He peeled off a couple and stuck them in his wallet, then dropped the stacks in his bag. Quickly, he locked the safe and covered it back up, then started tossing socks and boxers into the bag.

A few minutes later, as he was moving on to the rest of his clothes, Lindsey popped into his room. "Hey," she greeted as she dropped onto his bed. "I've come seeking refuge from the wardrobe Nazi. Need any help?"

"Not really," he replied. "I'm almost done."

She reclined on his bed, taking a deep, relaxing breath. It smelled like him. "Your bed's comfortable."

He glanced at her. "Yeah, I know. You can stay there if you want," he replied flirtatiously.

She looked at him. "Thought I had to go stay at the fort," she deadpanned.

Han shrugged. "They can't get to you if I don't ever let you leave," he wiggled a brow.

She giggled. "Nice try, but I think Brian would have something to say about it."

"You never know," he replied vaguely, moving into the bathroom.

"Maybe some other time, though," she teased as he threw some more stuff into his bag.

"Don't make me promises you can't keep, O'Conner," he replied with a smirk.

She giggled. "Who said I can't keep them?"

He zipped the bag up, pulling the strap over his shoulder and leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. "So you're sayin you can?" he asked with a raised brow.

She grinned. "I could," she shrugged. "In theory."

He smirked back. "This ain't theory, baby, this is reality. And we've already established you're not ready to play with the big boys."

She rolled her eyes. "We'll see," she responded.

"C'mon," he chuckled, carrying the bag out into the living room.

As he locked his own apartment door, Brian lugged his and Lindsey's bags into the hallway and did the same across the hall. Lindsey grabbed the lighter of her two bags and quickly descended the stairs at the end of the hall. Brian trailed down the stairs as Han caught up with her easily, grabbing her by the waist as soon as she stepped outside.

"Wait for me," he said sternly, pulling her back against his body. She wiggled a little bit. He glared down at her. "Quit that."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

He smirked and replied in her ear so Brian didn't overhear. "Like I said, not ready to play with a big boy."

She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "Whatever, Han."

Brian caught up and shot Han a weird look. He shrugged and released Lindsey. "Alright, le's go."


After a solid five minutes of Lindsey and Brian arguing over who sat in the front seat, Han finally ordered Brian to be a good older brother and give in. Brian pouted and Lindsey grinned victoriously, and a few moments later Han was heading toward the fort.

He smoothly slowed as the Honda under his control approached a stoplight, glancing in his rearview mirror casually as he brought the car to a halt. A black, lowered Civic with tinted windows and black rims pulled out of the gas station behind them as Han accelerated through the now green light.

Han frowned as he kept an eye on the Civic. Lindsey glanced over at him. Noticing the dark look on his face, she asked, "What's up?"

He jerked his head back toward the following car. "They're ridin my ass."

She glanced back in her side mirror and raised a brow. "Worried you can't handle a tailgater?"

He smirked at her. "Not at all," he replied confidently.

He sped up easily, assuming the driver behind them was in a hurry. He turned down a side street, taking a shortcut to the Toretto's house that others rarely used. The Civic followed, staying directly behind the car. His frown deepened.

"Hey Han," Brian said in a warning tone. "I don't think this is a coincidence."

"Yeah, me either," he mumbled.

He slowed down experimentally, and the Civic sped up, pulling up beside the drivers side of the NSX-R and lurching dramatically to the right.

Han swore angrily and slammed his foot on the accelerator, shifting violently and barely evading the Civic. Brian turned around in the backseat, craning his neck to get a better look at the following car. Lindsey fastened her seatbelt.

Han navigated the NSX down the middle of the street, not allowing the Civic enough room to sideswipe them again. He drifted the next turn at a breakneck speed, running a red light and cutting through traffic as the Civic maintained his speed. Han shifted again as they barreled up a hill, flying past the Toretto's street.

The Civic stayed with him, accelerating as well. Han cursed again as the Civic got too close, throwing the NSX forward as the Civic came millimeters away from connecting with the back of the car. At this speed, Han wasn't sure he'd be able to prevent the car from going up in flames if the Civic caught up.

He drifted around another corner, onto a multilane street bordered by high industrial buildings. The Civic accelerated, approaching the right side of the NSX inch by inch. Han didn't speed up.

"What are you doing?" Lindsey asked sharply.

Han didn't answer her, but continued to let the Civic catch up bit by bit. Finally, as the driver of the Civic threw his steering wheel toward the NSX, Han drifted sharply around a corner and into an alley between two buildings. He expertly straightened his car and barreled through the alleyway, drifting again onto another main road in the opposite direction.

Lindsey looked around quickly. "Are they gone?" she questioned Han.

"I think so…" he replied. "Brian, you see them?"

"Nah," Brian responded. "I think we're good."

"Shit," Han breathed, slowing the car's speed down dramatically. "That was fuckin ridiculous," he murmured as he pulled up to another stoplight. Glancing back, he spotted the Civic hurtling toward the back of the car only a few feet back, headlights off as it quickly gained ground in the distance. "Fuck!"

Han slammed his foot down on the accelerator and shifted quickly, shooting down the straightaway and skirting around traffic. They were getting closer. Finally, Han rocketed up an on ramp to the interstate, hoping the Civic would follow.

It did. He smirked as he gained full speed on the straight highway, traveling into downtown L.A. The Civic kept his pace, but was unable to catch him. Finally, Han exited the interstate with the Civic close behind him, merging with the light traffic on one of L.A.'s busiest roadways.

Han weaved in and out of the slower moving cars effortlessly, his background in drifting allowing him to slip almost instinctively in tight spaces the Civic couldn't handle.

"Come on, asshole," Han mumbled. "I could do this all night."

Finally, he spotted another busy intersection ahead. He slipped the NSX into the median and barreled past the stopped cars, timing his cross perfectly. The light changed, and they barely made it across in front of a large SUV. Lindsey audibly gasped in the passengers seat.

The Civic followed him though the intersection, curving dramatically to avoid an oncoming Toyota. Crossing into the next lane, the driver sped up, and almost missed the huge semi speeding in his direction. The semi clipped the corner of the Civic's bumper, sending the small black car spinning across the intersection. Seconds later, it came to a halt in the center of the highway. A silver Lexus screeched in an attempt to stop, but was unable to avoid the Civic; it slammed into the drivers side of the black car violently with a sickening, dull thud.

Han glared back at the wreckage coldly, then navigated the car around a few blocks and found another on-ramp to the interstate. No one spoke.

They arrived back at the fort in minutes, and Dom greeted them in the driveway. "What the hell took you so long? I was about to come looking for you," he grumbled, taking one of the bags from Brian.

"Got caught in a little traffic," Han replied easily, giving Dom a pointed look.

Dominic nodded and led the way into the living room. "Hey Mia?" he called out. His sister appeared at the doorway to the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

"What's up?" she questioned.

"Why don't you and Letty have Lindsey help you in the kitchen?" he suggested. "They boys and I are gonna start the grill in the back."

Letty glared at him defiantly from the couch, but he sent her a look and she remained quiet. Lindsey raised a brow, but followed Mia into the kitchen without an argument. Han and Brian followed Dominic through the kitchen and outside, where Leon, Jesse, and Vince were chillin at the table.

Han grabbed a beer on the way to the table, then dropped into the first seat on the left, next to Dom and across from Vince. Dom sat down as well, not even glancing at the waiting grill. He looked expectantly at Han.

"Somebody followed us here," he explained grimly as he twisted the top off of his beer bottle. "Couple guys in a Civic. Led them through an intersection and they got plowed."

Dom sighed and the others grumbled their irritation. "That's bullshit," Vince piped up. "I say we take care of these assholes once and for all."

Han shook his head. "I's not that easy, V," he denied. After a moment, he continued. "I gotta make a trip back to Tokyo," he revealed. "I'm takin her with me."

Brian shook his head, sighing. "She's not gonna like that at all, man," he warned. "She doesn't like situations where she's uncomfortable."

Han shrugged. "She'll be fine. She can't stay here, it's too dangerous and she knows it," he said. "Are you okay with me takin her away?"

Brian paused and thought it over. Then nodded briefly. "I'm cool," he agreed. "You take good care of her. I trust you."

"A'ight," Han replied. "I gotta head over to the club and see Gaines," he frowned, taking a long drink of his beer. "Make sure Lindsey doesn't unpack her shit. I'ma see if we can leave tonight."


Han threw his cigarette into a potted plant as he reached the top of the stairs, sidestepping the lingerie-clad woman on the landing and making his way back into the VIP.

"Hey! You can't go in there!" someone called after him, but he ignored them and busted into the closed off room.

Nobody paid him much attention as he moved through the crowd, coming to a stop in front of the familiar white suede couch in the center of the room. Gaines was there, with a blunt in his hand and a bitch on his lap. Han glared down at him, and Enrique motioned for him to sit.

Han watched as the petite girl got up and strutted away, looking rather put out. Then, he turned his cold gaze to Enrique. "Han, what can I do for you?"

"We were followed earlier," he said simply.

Gaines cleared his throat, nodding uncomfortably. "I heard bout that, brotha. The driver died," he explained grimly. Han leveled him with a cold, masked look. Gaines shifted uncomfortably. "I told you, man, the boys ain't gonna give up."

"I'm goin to Tokyo," Han replied, ignoring Gaines words. "Tonight. I'm meeting with the Yakuza in two days, and they want me to drop off one million U.S. dollars as a show of good faith and to use as the first payment," he revealed swiftly. "If you want this to work, you gotta give me the money now."

Gaines face registered surprise. "Yo, it's not really that easy, dude."

Han rolled his eyes. "Go call whoever it is you work for and make it easy, Gaines. I don't have time to fuck with you right now."

Gaines' jaw tightened. "I don't know why you're thinkin you call the shots here. This is my game. How do I know you're not gonna take my money and make a break for it?"

"You don't," Han replied lowly. "But you're gonna hope to hell it don't go down like that, and you're gonna give me the money," he repeated, staring him down. "Now go make the call."

Enrique glared at him, finally nodding and standing up. "Wait here," he revealed as he made his way around the couch. Han watched as a big guy near the back of the room made a move toward him, but Enrique stopped him with a sharp shake of his head. They exchanged words and Gaines slipped through a door in the back. Han settled back into the plush couch and watched his surroundings carefully, forcing down the feeling of being in the lion's den.

A few minutes and quite a few threatening glares later, Enrique returned with a brief case in one hand and an envelope in the other. His face was set in a deep, worried frown. Gaines handed him the case. Han opened it up carefully, picking up a couple of the stacks of bills and flipping through them to make sure they were legit. He nodded in acceptance, then looked at the envelope in his hand.

Gaines followed his gaze. "This is for your contact in the Yakuza," he explained. "You ain't supposed to read it," he warned.

Han raised a brow challengingly, silently asking 'Or what?'

Gaines didn't reply to his unexpressed question and handed him the envelope. "You got my number. Let me know what's goin down over there," he ordered moodily.

"Fine," Han replied, picking up the briefcase and moving to walk away. "And Gaines? Make sure you tell your boys I'm takin Lindsey with me. You're not gonna like what happens if they start fuckin around the Torettos' place while I'm gone."


"Let me know if you need me to take care of anything here," Dominic said seriously as he pulled Han and Lindsey's bags from the trunk. "And be careful over there."

"Will do, man," Han promised, shaking his hand.

"And you," Dom turned his attention to Lindsey, who was pulling on a Famous hooded sweatshirt and putting her iPod in her tote bag. "Don't give Han too much trouble. He's not as young has he used to be," he joked.

Lindsey giggled. "I would never," she replied easily, grinning at Dom.

The bald man smiled back, pulling her into a quick, one-armed hug. "I know you wouldn't shawty. They all tell lies about you makin trouble, don't they?"

Han chuckled. "Right," he remarked doubtfully, beckoning to an airplane employee with a cart and handing him some money as he gestured to the baggage. "She's an angel."

"Hell yeah I am," Lindsey shot back with an arrogant smirk. "Now don't we have a plane to catch?"

"Yeah, yeah," Han replied. "Like you're ever on time for anything," he teased.

Dom shook his head, bidding them goodbye one last time as he climbed in his car. As he pulled away from the curb, he shouted "Don't forget to call Brian!" through the open window. Han snickered, slipping an arm around her shoulders and steering her into LAX.

"C'mon, girl, we gotta check our shit in."


Yayy! They're going to Tokyo! Alone! I wonder what will happen?

Actually, I don't. Because I know. But you don't!

Sorry, this was kind of a filler, but I needed to make their trip seem somewhat believable.

I have the next few chapters planned out, and they are action packed. I can't wait!

PLEASE review and let me know what you think!!