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DOM'S POV

"You don't seem too upset about losing such a great car," Dom said to Spirit, completely intoxicated by her.

"Who says I lost it?" she smiled. "I gave it away."

"Whatever, how do you know who I am?"

"Doesn't everyone?" She smiled, trailing her black fingernails across Dom's muscular chest. "After all, you are the famous Dom Toretto."

Just then, Letty came running in to break up the union. "Leave him alone! He's mine!" screamed Letty hitting Spirit across the face. Spirit just laughed it off as Letty ran away from the crowd, got in her car and drove away.

"God, you're bleeding," said Dom, touching Spirit's lip.

"Don't worry I've had worse." She seductively ran her tongue over her lips to get the blood off.

Dom shivered. He was completely and utterly amazed by her. "I still feel really bad about this. Sure there's nothing I can do for you?"

"You got a floor to crash on?"

"You've got no place to stay?"

"No home, no car."

Dom hesitated before answering. "Things are pretty bad with my girlfriend now."

"What, the heavyweight boxer there?"

"You don't know the half of it."

"Try me."

Just then, Jesse came wandering over, doing his best to stay completely focused. After the trauma of almost being shot and killed, his ADD had got worse, and now it took most of his concentration just to do normal things. "Hey Dom," he said, a nervous tic making him scratch his short brown hair. "We got the spare bed in the garage if you need it."

Dom smiled. His good friend may not have been in top physical condition, but he could still pick up on the little signals and hesitations that people had, and that combined with his gentle nature made him great at dealing with people.

"Yeah Jess, I think the garage would be great for Miss Spirit here." The garage next to Dom and Letty's house had been extended to give enough room to work on a couple of cars at the same time. On the first floor, it had been turned into a semi-regular house used for guests or more commonly when Vince and Leon were too toasted on beers to drive back home.

"Nice," said Spirit. "Thanks."

"Just follow Jesse and he'll get you back ok," Dom said.

"What about you?"

Dom looked up to see Vince staring at him with a stern expression. "I've got business to deal with first." He walked over to his longest friend. "What's eating you?"

"Dom, this ain't right brother," Vince said quietly, taking Dom to one side. "This girl."

"What's not right? I ain't sleeping with this girl."

"It's still not right. You know Letty's going to go crazy when she finds out. She's been there for you for so much Dom."

The veins on Dom's neck bulged with anger. "You don't know what you're talking about V." The bruises Dom kept hidden proved that. "Anyway, remember when some little kid came to us with no place else to go?" He pointed at Jesse. "We didn't turn him away did we?"

Vinced stared hard at him. "Remember the last time someone just seemed to appear," he said, pointing at Brian, who was talking on his cell phone. "Now I'm not saying anything about Brian, but what do you know about this girl? Nothing. She could be trouble."

"And she could be ok."

"Maybe. But you're doing this without my blessing."

"I didn't know I needed it."

Vince began to walk away. "You don't. I just thought you would have wanted it."

BRIAN'S POV

"Brian, your cell phone's ringing," Mia said, picking up the phone from the dash of Brian's car. Brian grabbed it from her and stepped out of the car, catching sight of Dom and Vince talking.

"Hello?" he said quietly.

"Brian? Where were you last night?"

"Rae, I can't talk right now. It's a bad time to call."

"But I was worried. You know we were supposed to meet last night, and I just got worried when you didn't turn up."

Brian turned to see Mia staring at him from inside the car. He smiled to reassure her before turning away again. "I'm fine I promise."

"Listen Brian, I have to see you soon."

"I don't know, I'll have to see what I can do."

Rae didn't say anything down the other end of the line. Then: "You still haven't told anyone, have you?"

"I can't! What do you expect me to say?"

"The truth. The truth is always better than a lie."

-The next morning-

SPIRIT'S POV

Chicago is a cold place when you have no place to stay.

Spirit had been wandering the streets for weeks now, crashing on friends' floors and hating every single minute of hit. Still it was better than being at home where her father would hit her all the time and call her disgusting names, and her drunken whore of a stepmother would sometimes be sober enough to join in.

Spirit Irine O'Donaghty left home as soon as she could, and floated around the city, always drawn to the illegal street races that went on at the docks. She loved cars, always had been facinated by them. Though no-one had ever taught her, she was an expert of engines and cars, having read all about them in books. Getting to know the racers, she had started to work on their cara for them before she could afford a car of her own. Soon everyone knew her as the best mechanic in thw whole of Chicago, but she did work for everyone for free because she loved doing it so much.

Then she had come to Los Angeles, and that had been the biggest decision of her life.

And now she was here.

She got out of the small single bed and looked out of the window. Suburbia. Big old painted houses surrounded her in every direction.

She quickly got dressed into a pair of skate pants and a Linkin Park T-shirt and headed downstairs into the garage. Her car was parked there, but it wasn't really her car any more. It belonged to Dom.

She crossed the garden and went into the main house through the kitchen door. The front room was empty, and completely silent.

Around the room were lots of framed photos, mostly all showing the team at different ages and with different cars. Some were of people she hadn't seen before. She picked up one of a huge man holding a child in his arms, along with some kind of trophy. The kid looked like...

"Me," said the deep voice from behind her, startling her. "That's me there with my dad."

"Sorry," Spirit said. "I was just looking around."

"It's ok, just make yourself at home."

BRIAN'S POV

Brian woke up in a sweat, almost shouting out Rae's name. Mia was still asleep beside him, making him feel even more guilty. Things had been quiet between them since the night before.

Suddenly the phone rang, waking Mia up. She reached for the phone, but Brian beat her to it, worried that it would be Rae.

"Hello?"

"Brian O'Conner?" asked the strange voice.

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"This is Detective John Jackson. O'Conner, you worked with Detective Tanner right?"

"Yeah." Brian didn't like the sound of this.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but he's been murdered."

Brian let the phone drop to the ground.

SPIRIT'S POV

They had been talking for five minutes when the front door was knocked.

"Maybe it's your girlfriend?" Spirit got up. "Thanks for the place to stay, but I'll just go out the back way."

"No, come with me. We've got nothing to hide, and we'll show that to Letty." Dom took her hand, making her gasp at his touch. They walked to the door and opened it but it wasn't Letty. It was three big men all wearing dark suits and sunglasses. The man nearest the door was holding a gun in his hand.

The gun was pointing right at Spirit. "Thought you could get away Spirit? The boss said to bring you back because if you're not engaged to him then we'll have to kill you."

-I'm not sure if I will go on and write any more because I don't think this is any good and I am not a good writer, but I may if get some encouragement.