A/N: This is an AU of the 1st Fast and The Furious movie, based on the idea of Brian being recruited to go undercover when he gets out of juvie at 18. Happy reading!
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Vince trailed after Jesse as the kid narrated his 'night time neighborhood documentary', rambling on about shit that didn't really make a lot of sense, but made Vince snort all the same.
Puffing on a cigarette and blowing the smoke to the side, Vince considered how much longer he should let Jesse go before he herded him back to the house. Really, he should be in bed, and Vince knew Dom would be pissed that he hadn't sent him there when the 15 year old shook him awake and shoved a video camera in his face.
But Vince had woken up in a strangely good mood and it was coming up on a year since Jesse's old man had gotten locked up. Kid was squirrelier than usual.
Besides, even Dom would know a wound up Jesse woulda just bounced around his room until morning. Vince figured he might actually catch a few z's after this.
"And down around the corner is Mrs. Jacobs. She's kinda crazy, Dom says I'm not supposed to say that, but it's true, lady goes to the grocery store in slippers and a nightie, and one time she shoved a grapefruit in between her boobs and tried to walk out with it like the security guard was gonna think they grew that way." Jesse was getting loud now, snickering into the camera at the end of what had been his favorite story for months, and Vince hushed him absently.
"Settle down, brat, 'fore some asshole makes a noise complaint."
Jesse kicked gravel at him for the brat remark, but before Vince could threaten to end their midnight fieldtrip a raised voice and a crashing sound had both their heads jerking towards the old Gutierrez place across from the alley they were in. The vacant Gutierrez place, now that the couple was in a nursing home.
And a raised voice that sounded a lot like the Buster, pissed off. What kinda trouble was that idiot in now? "Jesse, go home," Vince said as he stubbed out his cigarette on a wall and started forward.
"What? Why? I wanna go with you!" Jesse half chased after Vince, the GoPro that had been practically surgically attached to the kid's hand since his birthday getting shoved in his pocket. "I can help, man."
"Home, now," Vince growled.
Jesse didn't listen, kept following after him, but the kid shut his trap. For now, with Vince straining his ears to hear what was going down, that was good enough. Nothing, but there were a couple cars he didn't recognize parked a little farther down the street. Nice, but in a real generic way. Too generic. His frown grew, because yeah, he didn't like the buster much, didn't think he was half good enough for Mia and was heading for trouble, was a scrawny pretty boy shit of a kid, but he still didn't like the idea of him getting into a jam with the kinda people who drove cars like that.
Slowing now, and motioning for Jesse to stay back and keep low, Vince started sidling around the side of the house, following sounds of muffled moving, a few thumps.
If the Buster was over here fucking shit up for fun or to let off steam, he was gonna kick him square in his ass. Maybe the balls too, for good measure.
But no, squatting down in the overgrown grass so he could see down into the daylight basement, that wasn't what the Buster was doing.
What he was doing was getting slammed back into a concrete wall so his head cracked against it, a real official looking guy in a suit shouting in the kid's face. This time when Vince told Jesse what to do there was no protest, his wiry legs eating up the ground as he ran for home and Dom.
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A/N: I'd love to know what you think! This is also crossposted on AO3 under the same title and username, but up to chapter 8 if you're interested.