Well I'm back from the dead! Alive and kicking it I am trying to restart writing on my fics, and am coping adequately with the loss of my friend and other events. Thanks to all the people who have offered their condolences over my loss.
Disclaimer: Meh...I dont own the rights to the Fast and the Furious, I couldnt afford them, likewise I could afford to be sued, so you'd be wasting your time if you tried. Besides, I have as much right to write about racing as anyone involved in making the movie so there! :P Please dont sue! im just a little college boy trying to have some creative fun!
Special thanks:
Junior'sPrincess08: Thanks so much for the continued support and inspiration Jessie, it means a lot to me, it does. I may not have been back to writing as quickly as I am if it weren't for being able to talk to you.
Drama Queen: You need to register or something! lol, that way you can have a signed review! Thanks for all the support, and thanks for the review and kind words you said in my authors note I posted a while back. Its nice to know someone else knows what its like. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Sobosbabe: Thanks for the reviews! Im glad you like it. I aim to please :)
Noxious Dreams: lol, here's another chapter for you to read, sorry it isnt longer, but hopefully you'll be occupied enough not to spend too much time trying to access a chapter that isnt up yet :) I jokes :) Thanks for the reviews!
The Search For Hope
Chapter 3
Brian walked away from his interceptor towards the police station, whistling a random tune. Nodding his head curtly at a passing officer, he ran up the stairs into the building. Inside he felt the blast of cool air comming from vents above, a welcome chill after the hot miday heat of the city. Walking throught the security gates he headed towards the general office area. Immediately upon entering his senses were barraged by the commotion and activity that went on in this area. Police officers new and old walked in fast pasts from one desk to the next, answering phones, fielding calls, waiting for dispatches, working with people brought in off the streets, the usual grind. His attention was briefly pulled to a racer he recognized sitting in a chair being "asked" several questions about other racers. The officer asking the questions was an old hand, hard and unchanging, he wished ferverently for the "good old days" of being able to beat and interrgate suspects for information.
"Listen you little punk," officer Reganci said through tightly clenched teeth, "You and a bunch of your hot rodding friends were witnessed last night racing on the streets in a residential area! Your friends are lucky that youre the only one who's plate was recorded. Now I'll go easier on you if you tell me who your other pals are. Otherwise things are gonna get...unpleasent." He finished that statement with a cross between a smirk and snarl.
"Look man, you aint gonna get me to tell you shit 'bout my friends so you'd best back off before you gotta start watching yo back at every corner." The youth threatend, trying to appear tough and uncaring about his situation.
"Why you little piece of shit...If the law let me I'd shoot your ass down right now and ask for forgivness later! You'd better start talking or else your punk a-"
"Hey man why dont you give the kid a break, you know he's just trying to be tough, and you know he wont say anything about his friends anyways." Brian interjected before Reganci could continue. He's just a kid doing what he loves, same with his friends."
"He was breaking the law! He and his friends caused a public disturbance. These punks need to learn there are consequences for that kinda crap!" Reganci yelled in retaliation.
"Was anyone hurt? No? Well than I guess it wasnt all that bad now was it? Look, just fine the kid a big one and let him go or something." Brian shot back, tired of the man's unbending attitude.
"Are you the one handling this case "young-un?" I didnt think so. So why dont you back your pretty a-"
"Thats enough! O'Conner, Reganci, let it drop! Right now!" Both men turned to see Sargent Tanner standing behind them with a file and a frown on his face.
"Sorry sarge." Brian began apologetically.
"Save it O'Conner, you and I need to have a little talk." Tanner said seriously, his frown deepening.
"Yeah its about time you made this new guys start respecting the veterens around here," Reganci started to say.
"Dont you have a certain street racer to attend to Reganci? I thought so, so get to it!" Tanner snapped.
"Yes sir!" Replied Reganci, chastised.
"Brian, in my office, ten minutes." With that, Tanner walked away towards the offices reserved for the higher ranking officers.
Ten minutes later, Brian rapped his knuckles on Tanner's door. Hearing him give his go ahead, he opened the door and walked in. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the chair Tanner offered, and sat.
"Brian..." Tanner began after several quite moments. "Brian I've been looking over your file recently, and ever since your case with the FBI and the Torretto group, I've noticed that the number of traffic citations you've issued have almost all but stopped. Not only that but I know you've pulled over sport compact enthusiasts more than a few times, its listd in every log that was filed when you radioed in letting dispatch know what you were doing. So...I find something not adding up here. You pulled over five street racers in the last two weeks, and four regular commuters, and the only citations issued were to three of the four commuters. Not one to the racers. Why do you even pull them over if you aren't going to ticket them?" Tanner sighed heavily. "You don't need to answer. I already know why you dont ticket them. Look Brian, you need to let this go. Its been months since that case. It's time to move on with your career."
"I know, but I have trouble doing that sarge. Ever since had that first taste of the world those guys live in, I've been obsessed. Not only that but I became a part of the most notorious and fastest team in the city! They became like a family to me, helping me, being there for me! What am I supposed to do, just let that all go and act like I never was part of that world? That I am just another cop who doesnt understand these guys at all? If these guys see a cop who understands them and lets them go, maybe they will take the responsibility to drive safer on their own." Brian finished with a sigh.
"You and I both know that list bit isnt really a part of it." Tanner said knowingly. "Understanding beside, you went into that case knowing full well that your final goal was to turn Torretto in. Instead you let them become a "family" to you." Tanner stopped speaking for a moment, taking time to stare at Brian, as if searching his face for understanding. Sighing, he began to speak again, "I told you Brian, there's all kinds of family...and that was a choice YOU would have to make. You made your choice, you let them go. I know damn well you could have stopped Torretto and turned him in, gotten that detective's badge of yours. You didnt, though, did you? No, you decided to yourself that "family" was more important than that detective badge. But, you still stayed in the force, meaning that you didnt think that "family" was more important than your career. You knew you were'nt trusted by Torretto as much when you let him go, so you stayed with the force, with your "other" family. And now, your here, and Im sure you regret it, dont you?" Tanner finshed, probingly. Again he stared at Brian's face, reading his facial expressions as much as he listened to the words.
"I do regret it. Not a day goes by that I haven't thought back on what I was a part of, what I had. And I wish with all my heart that I had went with them, but I didnt, and now I am dealing with my choice. Every day that goes by my heart dies a little more by not being with Mia, but I have no choice, I made my decision, now I have to live by with it. Thats life." Brian lamented, his voice strained with emotion. "Its the hand I've been dealt."
"Just because your dealt a bad hand doesnt mean you can't play it well Brian." Tanner started, "You still have choices, still have options. Like I said, there's all kind of family, thats a choice that YOU have to make." Tanner grew quiet for a few seconds, then slowly continued. "But with that choice comes a new set of choices. Choices that lead to choices, but could eventually get you that winning hand. Its just up to you to take the risks."
Brian's head snapped up at this, he stared into Tanner's eyes, probing, as if trying to discearn a hidden meaning. Tanner's gaze betrayed nothing, but it was all that Brian needed to see. "Right...you're right," he said, "its all about choices...and it looks like I've got some choices to consider." Brian slowly exhaled, feeling as if a great weight that had pushed on his chest and slowly suffocated lifted. He breathed deeply, slowly.
"So its just a matter of hoping for that winning hand Brian..." Tanner concluded.
"Yes, and thats what Im going to search for...hope." Brian said.
"Yes...but first you have a street to patrol, and paperwork I'm assuming...?" Tanner said, with mock sterness.
"Yes sir!" Brian said, equally serious. Then he broke out into a jovial grin. "Thanks sarge." He said.
Tanner just smiled in response, then turned his head to his own papers.
----To be continued----
Well thats another chapter concluded. It was actually several pages longer, but I reread over them, and decided to rewrite the other half, and in doing that, realized it would work better as a seperate chapter all together. So whats next then? We'll get to see whats been happening with Team DT!
no quick tech this time around, there wasnt anything to quick tech about.
dont forget to read my other story, Trapped in Freedom!
much luv to all the girly girl racers in the world!
Brian
Disclaimer: Meh...I dont own the rights to the Fast and the Furious, I couldnt afford them, likewise I could afford to be sued, so you'd be wasting your time if you tried. Besides, I have as much right to write about racing as anyone involved in making the movie so there! :P Please dont sue! im just a little college boy trying to have some creative fun!
Special thanks:
Junior'sPrincess08: Thanks so much for the continued support and inspiration Jessie, it means a lot to me, it does. I may not have been back to writing as quickly as I am if it weren't for being able to talk to you.
Drama Queen: You need to register or something! lol, that way you can have a signed review! Thanks for all the support, and thanks for the review and kind words you said in my authors note I posted a while back. Its nice to know someone else knows what its like. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Sobosbabe: Thanks for the reviews! Im glad you like it. I aim to please :)
Noxious Dreams: lol, here's another chapter for you to read, sorry it isnt longer, but hopefully you'll be occupied enough not to spend too much time trying to access a chapter that isnt up yet :) I jokes :) Thanks for the reviews!
The Search For Hope
Chapter 3
Brian walked away from his interceptor towards the police station, whistling a random tune. Nodding his head curtly at a passing officer, he ran up the stairs into the building. Inside he felt the blast of cool air comming from vents above, a welcome chill after the hot miday heat of the city. Walking throught the security gates he headed towards the general office area. Immediately upon entering his senses were barraged by the commotion and activity that went on in this area. Police officers new and old walked in fast pasts from one desk to the next, answering phones, fielding calls, waiting for dispatches, working with people brought in off the streets, the usual grind. His attention was briefly pulled to a racer he recognized sitting in a chair being "asked" several questions about other racers. The officer asking the questions was an old hand, hard and unchanging, he wished ferverently for the "good old days" of being able to beat and interrgate suspects for information.
"Listen you little punk," officer Reganci said through tightly clenched teeth, "You and a bunch of your hot rodding friends were witnessed last night racing on the streets in a residential area! Your friends are lucky that youre the only one who's plate was recorded. Now I'll go easier on you if you tell me who your other pals are. Otherwise things are gonna get...unpleasent." He finished that statement with a cross between a smirk and snarl.
"Look man, you aint gonna get me to tell you shit 'bout my friends so you'd best back off before you gotta start watching yo back at every corner." The youth threatend, trying to appear tough and uncaring about his situation.
"Why you little piece of shit...If the law let me I'd shoot your ass down right now and ask for forgivness later! You'd better start talking or else your punk a-"
"Hey man why dont you give the kid a break, you know he's just trying to be tough, and you know he wont say anything about his friends anyways." Brian interjected before Reganci could continue. He's just a kid doing what he loves, same with his friends."
"He was breaking the law! He and his friends caused a public disturbance. These punks need to learn there are consequences for that kinda crap!" Reganci yelled in retaliation.
"Was anyone hurt? No? Well than I guess it wasnt all that bad now was it? Look, just fine the kid a big one and let him go or something." Brian shot back, tired of the man's unbending attitude.
"Are you the one handling this case "young-un?" I didnt think so. So why dont you back your pretty a-"
"Thats enough! O'Conner, Reganci, let it drop! Right now!" Both men turned to see Sargent Tanner standing behind them with a file and a frown on his face.
"Sorry sarge." Brian began apologetically.
"Save it O'Conner, you and I need to have a little talk." Tanner said seriously, his frown deepening.
"Yeah its about time you made this new guys start respecting the veterens around here," Reganci started to say.
"Dont you have a certain street racer to attend to Reganci? I thought so, so get to it!" Tanner snapped.
"Yes sir!" Replied Reganci, chastised.
"Brian, in my office, ten minutes." With that, Tanner walked away towards the offices reserved for the higher ranking officers.
Ten minutes later, Brian rapped his knuckles on Tanner's door. Hearing him give his go ahead, he opened the door and walked in. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the chair Tanner offered, and sat.
"Brian..." Tanner began after several quite moments. "Brian I've been looking over your file recently, and ever since your case with the FBI and the Torretto group, I've noticed that the number of traffic citations you've issued have almost all but stopped. Not only that but I know you've pulled over sport compact enthusiasts more than a few times, its listd in every log that was filed when you radioed in letting dispatch know what you were doing. So...I find something not adding up here. You pulled over five street racers in the last two weeks, and four regular commuters, and the only citations issued were to three of the four commuters. Not one to the racers. Why do you even pull them over if you aren't going to ticket them?" Tanner sighed heavily. "You don't need to answer. I already know why you dont ticket them. Look Brian, you need to let this go. Its been months since that case. It's time to move on with your career."
"I know, but I have trouble doing that sarge. Ever since had that first taste of the world those guys live in, I've been obsessed. Not only that but I became a part of the most notorious and fastest team in the city! They became like a family to me, helping me, being there for me! What am I supposed to do, just let that all go and act like I never was part of that world? That I am just another cop who doesnt understand these guys at all? If these guys see a cop who understands them and lets them go, maybe they will take the responsibility to drive safer on their own." Brian finished with a sigh.
"You and I both know that list bit isnt really a part of it." Tanner said knowingly. "Understanding beside, you went into that case knowing full well that your final goal was to turn Torretto in. Instead you let them become a "family" to you." Tanner stopped speaking for a moment, taking time to stare at Brian, as if searching his face for understanding. Sighing, he began to speak again, "I told you Brian, there's all kinds of family...and that was a choice YOU would have to make. You made your choice, you let them go. I know damn well you could have stopped Torretto and turned him in, gotten that detective's badge of yours. You didnt, though, did you? No, you decided to yourself that "family" was more important than that detective badge. But, you still stayed in the force, meaning that you didnt think that "family" was more important than your career. You knew you were'nt trusted by Torretto as much when you let him go, so you stayed with the force, with your "other" family. And now, your here, and Im sure you regret it, dont you?" Tanner finshed, probingly. Again he stared at Brian's face, reading his facial expressions as much as he listened to the words.
"I do regret it. Not a day goes by that I haven't thought back on what I was a part of, what I had. And I wish with all my heart that I had went with them, but I didnt, and now I am dealing with my choice. Every day that goes by my heart dies a little more by not being with Mia, but I have no choice, I made my decision, now I have to live by with it. Thats life." Brian lamented, his voice strained with emotion. "Its the hand I've been dealt."
"Just because your dealt a bad hand doesnt mean you can't play it well Brian." Tanner started, "You still have choices, still have options. Like I said, there's all kind of family, thats a choice that YOU have to make." Tanner grew quiet for a few seconds, then slowly continued. "But with that choice comes a new set of choices. Choices that lead to choices, but could eventually get you that winning hand. Its just up to you to take the risks."
Brian's head snapped up at this, he stared into Tanner's eyes, probing, as if trying to discearn a hidden meaning. Tanner's gaze betrayed nothing, but it was all that Brian needed to see. "Right...you're right," he said, "its all about choices...and it looks like I've got some choices to consider." Brian slowly exhaled, feeling as if a great weight that had pushed on his chest and slowly suffocated lifted. He breathed deeply, slowly.
"So its just a matter of hoping for that winning hand Brian..." Tanner concluded.
"Yes, and thats what Im going to search for...hope." Brian said.
"Yes...but first you have a street to patrol, and paperwork I'm assuming...?" Tanner said, with mock sterness.
"Yes sir!" Brian said, equally serious. Then he broke out into a jovial grin. "Thanks sarge." He said.
Tanner just smiled in response, then turned his head to his own papers.
----To be continued----
Well thats another chapter concluded. It was actually several pages longer, but I reread over them, and decided to rewrite the other half, and in doing that, realized it would work better as a seperate chapter all together. So whats next then? We'll get to see whats been happening with Team DT!
no quick tech this time around, there wasnt anything to quick tech about.
dont forget to read my other story, Trapped in Freedom!
much luv to all the girly girl racers in the world!
Brian
