Title: In Mexico
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Pairing: Letty/Leon, Mia/Brian

A/N: Thanks for continued patience. Another part coming soon as this is a really short one.

Part 10

May 31st, five seventeen am, near Coachella. 2001.

Leon, Letty, Mia and Dominic watched, seething with guilt, anxiety, disappointment and anger as Brian piled Vince's half destroyed body into the airlift. Leon glanced back at Letty, laying in the backseat, clutching her side, and sucking in the blood that trickled down from her teeth and busted bottom lip. He furrowed his eyes and eyebrows at her, to which she shook her head slightly. No…she was not okay.

Dom shouted something inaudible for Leon and Letty towards Mia outside of the car, in an almost panicked tone, who was standing, helplessly in between her two loves. She made an obvious choice and hurried at once towards the only remaining black Honda Civic. She climbed nervously but quickly into the back seat, and at once clasped Letty's hand with both of hers. From that point onwards she fought back tears as she watched Brian watch them drive away.

Leon sped. He sped for all of them, all of their lives (now fucked). Without Dominic having to coax him at all.

They experienced for the next five minutes the most uncomfortable silence that any of them had shared together, until Dominic shifted round in his seat to look at Leon, Letty and his now heartbroken sister, Mia.

'Mia; go to the shop and pick up the books, and the computer. Go back to the house. Letty; you a'ight?'

She did not respond.

'Pack some clothes. Leon…do the same. Get hold of or rid of anything that's got your name on it.' He drew in a deep breath and his gaze fell: he was thinking.

'Leon, Letty; you're gonna get outta here as fast as you can.'

'Nuh uh, no way Papi – I ain't leavin' if you ain't,' Letty mumbled, her words laboured as she clasped her side in apparent pain.

Dominic rubbed his forehead. 'I ain't runnin' Letty. Not yet. I gotta find Jess. You go on ahead and I'm right behind you.' He took a deep breath. 'Don't take the Civic.'

'What else we got, Dom? The other cars are still in Thermal, we don't got time to-'

'A'ight, alright. Just don't drive fast.'

A feeble but intense cough elicited from Letty's lips. 'We ain't goin' anywhere unless we all go together.'

'Letty, I can't risk that-' Dominic started, only to be interrupted by her.

'Oh, REALLY?' she winced. A raw and unrelenting sharp pain cut into her side, and she whimpered a little as she tried to move in her seat to ease the pain. Dominic saw this, and so did Mia and Leon.

'Shit,' Leon mumbled under his breath, and then pressed his lips together.

'I think we need to get Letty to a-'

'No, we DON'T,' she warned Dominic as she listened to him talking to Leon.

'This is a mess,' Leon muttered, his voice low, gravelly, embarrassed in his throat.

Mia wiped a threatening tear from her eye as she stared out of the window, then decided quickly that she could help Letty, somewhat anyway.

'Let me see it,' she said unusually calmly as she shuffled round to face her best friend. Letty shook her head, but Mia squeezed her hand. 'C'mon, gurl.'

She leant forward a little and went to pull Letty's top up.

Glass.

Letty saw it herself and through a spluttering cough, produced an unsettling, 'God.'

Mia moved her hand up to Letty's hair and looked into her eyes. 'Hey, hey hey.' She smiled at her reassuringly. 'How you livin', gurl?' She thought it might calm her down a bit.

Leon glanced back to see her wound and reached a hand into his pocket, to pull out his chequered shirt that was from it, and handed it to Mia.

'I'm gonna have to leave it in until we get home or it'll bleed more,' she explained to Letty, who, after seeing the extent of her injury, was becoming paler by the second. Mia worried she could fall into shock at any moment. Wondered how she hadn't already.

'Leon, can you go a bit faster?' Mia asked, a hint of fear now apparent in her voice.

'We can't, Mia,' Dominic warned, even though he knew and could clearly see the urgency behind it. 'We can't risk the Feds' eyes on us – especially right now, in this car.' He wiped a hand slowly over his mouth as the other hand gripped Leon's head rest so tight. 'We gotta find Jess,' he continued, almost in a whisper.

TBC