Ben had been arrested the following morning.
Operation Fast Four had been an undisputed, unmitigated, unquestionable… success.
They'd done it. That thing that they did had worked. It hadn't even taken very long.
Files gone. Server hacked. Slacker avoided. Terse 'goodbye and good luck and get the hell out of my sight' from Phasma received.
And then Ben had gone home, taking Rey with him, and they'd both been too tired to fuck.
The police had arrived shortly after breakfast. Plutt had apparently decided to press assault charges. Ben spent all of seven hours in the county jail until his mother came in and bailed him out. Her response upon being later introduced to a very sheepish Rey had been a direct quote of: "Oh Jesus Christ Ben, really?' By the end of their afternoon together, however, Rey had warmed her up to a 'well I guess she's the best you can do under the circumstances'. Ben had assured Rey this was high praise indeed from the good senator.
Rey's own legal problems were far more complicated. She was, in fact, been expelled from DICK. Phasma had remained the Director for the time being, but not even her good clout could prevent Unkar Plutt from raising such a stink about her history of delinquency, one that he had meticulously and suspiciously reported right down to the minute, that her contract with DICK was placed under scrutiny and ultimately terminated.
Phasma's glowing recommendation, one that Rey had written herself and the Director had sullenly tolerated to putting her signature on with a reminder to 'get out and stay out, I mean it this time', had actively helped in Rey's legal hearing. The kind, generous words were paired with Senator Organa's acceptance of her into a summer internship program at the courthouse for next year had swayed the Judge's sympathies in Rey's favor. Within limits.
Five hundred hours. Rey had been given five hundred hours of community service, nearly breaking the county's all time record sentence. Once completed, her record would be sealed and she would be placed on a more reasonable two year's probation.
For nearly three whole months, eight hours a day, Rey had slaved away in a roadside cleanup crew. Ben had told her she looked cute in her striped jumpsuit. Told her the driver's gawking at her back which blazed the scarlet letters of 'Adult Delinquent' had simply been staring at how pretty she was. Told her that she didn't at all come home reeking like a garbage heap and the reason he immediately swept her off into the shower was so that they could have some naked fun together while saving both water and the environment.
For three whole months, he and Rey had fallen deeper and deeper in love until she didn't even try to stop him from signing a new lease in a new city in both their names.
It took a little getting used to, but they both came to love Miami. Or, more accurately, Rey loved the beach and Ben loved Cuban food and shade and spf70 and watching her love the beach in her thong bikini. He even bought her one in plaid that he got a good laugh out of. Rey didn't find it so funny so she punished him with refusing to wear it and just going skinny dipping instead.
Turns out that was just fine with him too.