Authors Note: Sorry this part took so long, some real life stuff got in the way of me getting this part done, well that and I got a serious case of writers block. Once again I'd like to thank my readers, and my reviewers for their patience in me getting this part of the series written. The central charachters belong to thier respective actors and the writers of The Fast and the Furious, the new guys belong to me, but if you want to use 'em just let me know. I'll be glad to donate them for a good cause.
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"Hey, this is Vaughn, I got your confirmation, the Pennick's are definitely in town," Greg grumbled into his cell phone. This case had gotten way to personal.
"You get visual confirmation? Or was it just the buzz on the street," his partner sneered.
"I got fucking beat in a race against a girl, I think that's enough of a confirmation for me," Greg muttered softly, he was going to get them for that if it was the last thing he did. "But I also got something a little bit juicer than a couple of two bit car jackers."
"What could be juicier than a case the agency has been working on for more than a year?"
"Do you remember that case out in Cali a couple of years ago, truckers being hijacked and taking the law into their own hands?"
"Sure, the agent who worked that case ended up turning over to the other side," His partner began to smile smugly, he had a feeling this case was going to make his career.
"What would you say if I told you we were not only gonna bring in the Pennick Twins, but most of Dominic Toretto's gang, including the turn coat?"
"I'd ask when we can get together to compare notes," his partner smirked into the phone. Vaughn had no clue he was being played for a patsy. When this came down it was going to be nasty, there was no way in hell Toretto or either of the Pennick's were going to stand up and just let themselves be arrested, and there had to be a fall guy for when things fell apart.
That's where Vaughn came in. Vaughn did all the leg work, and his partner got all the credit.
God it was good to live in the good old US of A.
***
"Hey Justin, you wanna do your favorite sister a huge favor," Beth pleaded, laying flat on her back on the huge king sized bed that dominated the room she shared with Dom.
"What?" Justin sighed, getting up from his spot.
"Beer run, you know what this town's like after midnight, and we need beer," Beth asked with a sly smile. Sheperdsville was one of those small towns that went completely dry after midnight, Justin was going have to make the twenty minute drive into Louisville.
"You're sending me into Louisville for BEER... couldn't you at least ask for something a little harder?" Justin moaned, dragging his black leather jacket on.
"Just get Corona and a bottle of Jack would ya, I'll love you forever," Beth pleaded batting her eyelashes.
Justin had never been able to deny his sister for long, "You say that all the time, okay a couple of six packs of Corona and Jack Daniels, shouldn't be too hard to remember, you know if Louis' is still open?"
"Yeah, that guy's gonna be in business until he either dies or the feds find out he's running a nightly poker game in his backroom," Beth laughed, curling up into a ball on the bed.
"Beth, you okay?" Dom asked concern written all over his face.
"Dude, she's fine, whenever sis here wants to get really comfortable she curls up in a tight little ball," Justin explained, he was used to people freaking out about the way his sister got comfortable, it was just something she did, one of those little quirks that made Beth...well Beth.
"I was talking to Beth," Dom glared.
"Dom, I'm okay, it's like Justin said, this is probably the most comfortable position in the world to me," Beth shrugged, "It's like I'm not really comfortable unless I make myself as small as possible."
"Okay...that makes...no sense, but if you say so," Dom replied skeptically. That position sure looked like it'd hurt like hell, especially since her knees were drawn up to her chest and her hands were wrapped around them.
"I'm fine Dominic, now Justin get the hell outta here so you can get back," Beth demanded getting up and shoving her brother out the door.
"Okay, now do you want to tell me just why the hell you were so determined to get him out of here?" Dom asked, onto the fact that she had something up her sleeve.
"Because I wanna surprise him," Beth smirked picking up the phone.
"Oh really now, who're you calling?" Leon demanded, plopping down in the chair Justin had just vacated.
"You'll see," Beth smirked. "Hey, Liz, it's Beth."
"You're calling yourself?" Brian asked, his forehead wrinkling.
"Yeah," Beth said into the phone rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to round up Marli and Bobby and meet up with us." "Okay so we know the chick knows her sister, we still don't know what's going on," Mia muttered.
"Yeah, we're back in town for a little bit, and I figured you'd want to see Justin while you can," Beth explained into the phone before holding it away from her ear to so everyone could hear the squealing, "Calm the hell down Liz, just ask for Missy and Mark Shugart when you get to the Inn."
Beth hung up the phone and turned to meet the confused gazes of her friends. "Okay Liz is Justin's girl, they've been together since they were thirteen, people used to tease the hell outta them because he was going out with a chick who had the same name as his sister but he didn't care. Anyway she was with him through jail, through the hijackings, everything."
"Why didn't she come down to Mexico with him?" Brian asked contemptuously, he'd gone to Mexico for the woman he loved.
"Look Bri, Justin was the one who said he didn't want Liz living a life of exile with him in Mexico. Hell for a while he even tried to break it off with her! Of course Liz was to damned stubborn for that and told him that if he didn't want her in Mexico fine, but she wasn't gonna let him break them up because in the end they'd both regret the hell out of it and wonder what might have been." Beth ranted and raved.
"Okay, shit chill, I'm sorry I should've asked before I shoved my damned foot in my mouth," Brian muttered backing off, he'd never seen Beth this fiercely angry, but then again he should've known she'd be like this. Beth and Justin tended to guard each other from as much of the bullshit in life as possible.
"Whatever, now Justin wasn't planning on even letting Liz know he was in town til after we were back in Mexico. Stupid sap is afraid she'll talk him into taking her with him," Beth snorted, she knew that's exactly what Liz was going to do, but in her mind they belonged together.
She just wanted her brother to be as happy as she was going to be.
Twenty minutes later Justin was still bitching about being sent out on a beer run...even if there wasn't anyone there to see him. He stopped at the desk and checked out who was working third tonight.
Josiah, he figured he may as well talk to him since there was nothing else to do, "Hey Joe, what're you up to?"
"Trying to figure out how the hell Audit can be completely off tonight," Josiah muttered tapping his pen against the desk.
"Oh fun, well if you figure it out come on up and have a couple of drinks with us before your relief gets here," Justin told him, not knowing his sister had already made the same offer.
"I'll try."
Justin slid into the elevator not really paying attention to anything in particular, and after hitting the button for the third floor slipped into a sort of oblivion.
It was hell being this close to Liz without being able to call her, or even see her. Missing her was part of his life now, something he was used too.
After all he hadn't wanted to ruin her life by dragging her down to Mexico with him.
But some nights, when Beth was either sleeping or obsessing over Dom, Justin would go off somewhere by himself and write ten page letters to his girlfriend, letters that he would never actually send because they were usually begging her to come to him.
Justin had his reasons for doing what he'd done.
The elevator doors opened with a ping as he reached the third floor. The walk down the hall was lonely, he wished he could call her but he didn't think it was right to give her hope when in the end he knew their relationship was doomed.
He knocked on the door, cursing the fact he hadn't thought to get the key from Beth.
"Justin," A familiar voice cried out as the door swung open and a body flew up against him.
"Liz? What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, pulling her in for a hard kiss.
The kiss was long and deep, filled with months of pent up longing and regret. And when they finally let each other go Liz looked at him with hurt filled eyes, "Your sister called me, and told me that if I want to see my boyfriend, I should get my ass over here now. I don't understand why Beth had to call me, why couldn't you call me?"
"Look, I didn't want you know I'm in town because leaving you again is going to be murder, and I thought it'd be easier if I just didn't see you," Justin explained running his hands through her long brunette hair.
"Well, considering you're not leaving me again that won't be a problem will it?" Liz asked, letting the door close behind here. This was a private conversation.
"Not leaving you again, where the hell did you get that idea?" Justin asked, pulling her across the hall so he could lean against the wall. "You know there's no way I can stay in Kentucky."
"Who said anything about you staying in Kentucky?" Liz asked matter of factly. She knew he couldn't stay in Kentucky, she was going to Mexico with him,and this time she wasn't gonna take no for an answer. "There's no chance in hell I'm letting you go back to Mexico without me Justin, and nothing you can say can stop me." "There's...another woman," Justin answered, hoping he could hurt her into not coming, he couldn't let her come with him. Couldn't let her ruin her life that way.
"Yeah, sure Justin. That's why you've got a boner that's digging into my stomach, besides, Beth's already told me you'd use that one, but not to believe it." Liz shrugged, leaning further into his arms.
"Liz, come on, you know I can't let you do this," Justin pleaded, with hopes he wouldn't have to pull out the "I don't love you" card.
"Who said anything about letting me do anything? I wanna see Puerto Vallarta," Liz shrugged.
"Liz, I didn't want to have to tell you this.."
"Don't say it Justin David, I'll never forgive you. I've been in love with you since I was eleven, with you since I was thirteen, that shit just don't go away," Liz informed him her eyes filling with tears.
Shit, he couldn't handle her crying any better than he could handle Beth crying. She was right, he still loved her, now more than ever. Who else but Liz would stick by a convicted felon, even worse a man on the run for yet another felony.
"So you're coming down to Mexico with me huh?" Justin asked, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah and I don't care if I have to fucking hitchhike to do it," Liz nodded, cuddling in closer to him. It felt good just to be near him again. They'd done everything together, learned to drive, lost their virginity, everything. Sure there'd been some hard times along the way, but that had just made their love for one another stronger, more sure.
"Well then, we'll just have to get you some papers," Justin muttered, his mind already rolling.
"You're damned right."
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***
"Hey, this is Vaughn, I got your confirmation, the Pennick's are definitely in town," Greg grumbled into his cell phone. This case had gotten way to personal.
"You get visual confirmation? Or was it just the buzz on the street," his partner sneered.
"I got fucking beat in a race against a girl, I think that's enough of a confirmation for me," Greg muttered softly, he was going to get them for that if it was the last thing he did. "But I also got something a little bit juicer than a couple of two bit car jackers."
"What could be juicier than a case the agency has been working on for more than a year?"
"Do you remember that case out in Cali a couple of years ago, truckers being hijacked and taking the law into their own hands?"
"Sure, the agent who worked that case ended up turning over to the other side," His partner began to smile smugly, he had a feeling this case was going to make his career.
"What would you say if I told you we were not only gonna bring in the Pennick Twins, but most of Dominic Toretto's gang, including the turn coat?"
"I'd ask when we can get together to compare notes," his partner smirked into the phone. Vaughn had no clue he was being played for a patsy. When this came down it was going to be nasty, there was no way in hell Toretto or either of the Pennick's were going to stand up and just let themselves be arrested, and there had to be a fall guy for when things fell apart.
That's where Vaughn came in. Vaughn did all the leg work, and his partner got all the credit.
God it was good to live in the good old US of A.
***
"Hey Justin, you wanna do your favorite sister a huge favor," Beth pleaded, laying flat on her back on the huge king sized bed that dominated the room she shared with Dom.
"What?" Justin sighed, getting up from his spot.
"Beer run, you know what this town's like after midnight, and we need beer," Beth asked with a sly smile. Sheperdsville was one of those small towns that went completely dry after midnight, Justin was going have to make the twenty minute drive into Louisville.
"You're sending me into Louisville for BEER... couldn't you at least ask for something a little harder?" Justin moaned, dragging his black leather jacket on.
"Just get Corona and a bottle of Jack would ya, I'll love you forever," Beth pleaded batting her eyelashes.
Justin had never been able to deny his sister for long, "You say that all the time, okay a couple of six packs of Corona and Jack Daniels, shouldn't be too hard to remember, you know if Louis' is still open?"
"Yeah, that guy's gonna be in business until he either dies or the feds find out he's running a nightly poker game in his backroom," Beth laughed, curling up into a ball on the bed.
"Beth, you okay?" Dom asked concern written all over his face.
"Dude, she's fine, whenever sis here wants to get really comfortable she curls up in a tight little ball," Justin explained, he was used to people freaking out about the way his sister got comfortable, it was just something she did, one of those little quirks that made Beth...well Beth.
"I was talking to Beth," Dom glared.
"Dom, I'm okay, it's like Justin said, this is probably the most comfortable position in the world to me," Beth shrugged, "It's like I'm not really comfortable unless I make myself as small as possible."
"Okay...that makes...no sense, but if you say so," Dom replied skeptically. That position sure looked like it'd hurt like hell, especially since her knees were drawn up to her chest and her hands were wrapped around them.
"I'm fine Dominic, now Justin get the hell outta here so you can get back," Beth demanded getting up and shoving her brother out the door.
"Okay, now do you want to tell me just why the hell you were so determined to get him out of here?" Dom asked, onto the fact that she had something up her sleeve.
"Because I wanna surprise him," Beth smirked picking up the phone.
"Oh really now, who're you calling?" Leon demanded, plopping down in the chair Justin had just vacated.
"You'll see," Beth smirked. "Hey, Liz, it's Beth."
"You're calling yourself?" Brian asked, his forehead wrinkling.
"Yeah," Beth said into the phone rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to round up Marli and Bobby and meet up with us." "Okay so we know the chick knows her sister, we still don't know what's going on," Mia muttered.
"Yeah, we're back in town for a little bit, and I figured you'd want to see Justin while you can," Beth explained into the phone before holding it away from her ear to so everyone could hear the squealing, "Calm the hell down Liz, just ask for Missy and Mark Shugart when you get to the Inn."
Beth hung up the phone and turned to meet the confused gazes of her friends. "Okay Liz is Justin's girl, they've been together since they were thirteen, people used to tease the hell outta them because he was going out with a chick who had the same name as his sister but he didn't care. Anyway she was with him through jail, through the hijackings, everything."
"Why didn't she come down to Mexico with him?" Brian asked contemptuously, he'd gone to Mexico for the woman he loved.
"Look Bri, Justin was the one who said he didn't want Liz living a life of exile with him in Mexico. Hell for a while he even tried to break it off with her! Of course Liz was to damned stubborn for that and told him that if he didn't want her in Mexico fine, but she wasn't gonna let him break them up because in the end they'd both regret the hell out of it and wonder what might have been." Beth ranted and raved.
"Okay, shit chill, I'm sorry I should've asked before I shoved my damned foot in my mouth," Brian muttered backing off, he'd never seen Beth this fiercely angry, but then again he should've known she'd be like this. Beth and Justin tended to guard each other from as much of the bullshit in life as possible.
"Whatever, now Justin wasn't planning on even letting Liz know he was in town til after we were back in Mexico. Stupid sap is afraid she'll talk him into taking her with him," Beth snorted, she knew that's exactly what Liz was going to do, but in her mind they belonged together.
She just wanted her brother to be as happy as she was going to be.
Twenty minutes later Justin was still bitching about being sent out on a beer run...even if there wasn't anyone there to see him. He stopped at the desk and checked out who was working third tonight.
Josiah, he figured he may as well talk to him since there was nothing else to do, "Hey Joe, what're you up to?"
"Trying to figure out how the hell Audit can be completely off tonight," Josiah muttered tapping his pen against the desk.
"Oh fun, well if you figure it out come on up and have a couple of drinks with us before your relief gets here," Justin told him, not knowing his sister had already made the same offer.
"I'll try."
Justin slid into the elevator not really paying attention to anything in particular, and after hitting the button for the third floor slipped into a sort of oblivion.
It was hell being this close to Liz without being able to call her, or even see her. Missing her was part of his life now, something he was used too.
After all he hadn't wanted to ruin her life by dragging her down to Mexico with him.
But some nights, when Beth was either sleeping or obsessing over Dom, Justin would go off somewhere by himself and write ten page letters to his girlfriend, letters that he would never actually send because they were usually begging her to come to him.
Justin had his reasons for doing what he'd done.
The elevator doors opened with a ping as he reached the third floor. The walk down the hall was lonely, he wished he could call her but he didn't think it was right to give her hope when in the end he knew their relationship was doomed.
He knocked on the door, cursing the fact he hadn't thought to get the key from Beth.
"Justin," A familiar voice cried out as the door swung open and a body flew up against him.
"Liz? What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, pulling her in for a hard kiss.
The kiss was long and deep, filled with months of pent up longing and regret. And when they finally let each other go Liz looked at him with hurt filled eyes, "Your sister called me, and told me that if I want to see my boyfriend, I should get my ass over here now. I don't understand why Beth had to call me, why couldn't you call me?"
"Look, I didn't want you know I'm in town because leaving you again is going to be murder, and I thought it'd be easier if I just didn't see you," Justin explained running his hands through her long brunette hair.
"Well, considering you're not leaving me again that won't be a problem will it?" Liz asked, letting the door close behind here. This was a private conversation.
"Not leaving you again, where the hell did you get that idea?" Justin asked, pulling her across the hall so he could lean against the wall. "You know there's no way I can stay in Kentucky."
"Who said anything about you staying in Kentucky?" Liz asked matter of factly. She knew he couldn't stay in Kentucky, she was going to Mexico with him,and this time she wasn't gonna take no for an answer. "There's no chance in hell I'm letting you go back to Mexico without me Justin, and nothing you can say can stop me." "There's...another woman," Justin answered, hoping he could hurt her into not coming, he couldn't let her come with him. Couldn't let her ruin her life that way.
"Yeah, sure Justin. That's why you've got a boner that's digging into my stomach, besides, Beth's already told me you'd use that one, but not to believe it." Liz shrugged, leaning further into his arms.
"Liz, come on, you know I can't let you do this," Justin pleaded, with hopes he wouldn't have to pull out the "I don't love you" card.
"Who said anything about letting me do anything? I wanna see Puerto Vallarta," Liz shrugged.
"Liz, I didn't want to have to tell you this.."
"Don't say it Justin David, I'll never forgive you. I've been in love with you since I was eleven, with you since I was thirteen, that shit just don't go away," Liz informed him her eyes filling with tears.
Shit, he couldn't handle her crying any better than he could handle Beth crying. She was right, he still loved her, now more than ever. Who else but Liz would stick by a convicted felon, even worse a man on the run for yet another felony.
"So you're coming down to Mexico with me huh?" Justin asked, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah and I don't care if I have to fucking hitchhike to do it," Liz nodded, cuddling in closer to him. It felt good just to be near him again. They'd done everything together, learned to drive, lost their virginity, everything. Sure there'd been some hard times along the way, but that had just made their love for one another stronger, more sure.
"Well then, we'll just have to get you some papers," Justin muttered, his mind already rolling.
"You're damned right."
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