Title: Revenge Is Best Served Cold
Author: Strawberry Gashes
Summary: After Jezzie, Lay, and Fergie return beaten and bruised from Cambodia, Adam comes after them and turns their lives upside down. Jezzie, Lay, and Fergie go on a hunt to find him and end up learning more about their friends that they never knew, or wanted to know. What they learn may destory their friendships with the Toretto Team.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this story is anyone you don't recognize. I make no money out of this whatsoever and this is for my own fun. Everything else belongs to Universal studios and the wonderful people who brought us The Fast and the Furious and 2 Fast 2 Furious. meh! This is Part 2 to In My Eyes (I suggest very highly of reading In My Eyes, before you read this).
My Note: I did it! Ok, so it was 16 pages, but now...here it is: The first chapter. And it's a long chapter. There's a lot of emotion in this chapter, and things are different from the previous 2nd part to in my eyes. thank you to chelsea and laura for sticking by me and pointing out what i did wrong before. i hope this is so much better than before. love to all you guys!

Chapter 1: October Air

Jezzie stood up from her window seat as the airplane finally came to a full stop and the seat belt sign turned off. She stretched and felt her bones pop. Beside her, sitting in the isle seat, LaLaine Messner, Jezzie's friend, stood up and yawned. Lay, as they called her, refused to sit anywhere but in the isle seat when they were on planes. She hated being trapped in between people and couldn't be stuck up against the window.

"Flying always makes me tired." Lay said sleepily as Jezzie leaned down and stared out the window. She could see greater Los Angeles from her spot on the right side of the plane. Jezzie stood up and reached up for her bag as Lay started stretching in the middle of the isle. They were two of six people in First Class. The other people were a group of surfers, so neither regarded each other with distaste.

"You sure it's not because we just came from Berlin?" Jezzie asked, joking. Lay scrunched up her face and flipped Jezzie off. Jezzie tossed Lay's book bag at her and then put her own book bag on her shoulders. Lay put her bag on and then started heading towards the door. As they walked down the dark tunnel behind a group of surfers, Jezzie thought back to the last couple of weeks.

Jezzie was physically and emotionally tired. Jezzie, Lay, and their friend Claudia Ferguson, whom they called Fergie, had gone to Cambodia to search for Ruins of Old Tombs. Though the three girls were mainly racers, they loved going on archaeological digs, or Tomb Raiding, as most have come to call it. Only Jimmy, from the Miami Team, knew of their hobby. Jimmy was the one who set up their flights, sometimes private and sometimes commercial, and the places they would stay in whatever country they went to. Everybody on both teams assumed they were racing in Germany or Japan.

Fergie and Lay came to L.A., just five months earlier, in May. At first things were...raw, to say the least. Jezzie, Fergie, and Lay argued all the time. It escalated to the point where Jezzie wouldn't let them in her house, much less on her lawn. The three women were so much alike that they clashed. Jezzie and Fergie were always trying to prove who was the better racer. They tied so much that they finally gave up.

Another issue was that Jezzie still had feelings for Vince, who was dating Fergie. After Jezzie gave birth to Brandon in 2003, she went into Post Partum Depression. She died her hair, started wearing different colored contacts, and ignored everybody. She hardly ate; she basically locked herself in her room and wouldn't talk to anybody. She would lie on her bed, staring at the ceiling. After a month, she began to return to her normal self. But the damage was done. What little was left of her marriage was hanging by a thread.

Leon and Jezzie tried to make it work, but the feeling wasn't there anymore. After countless fights and harsh words, they couldn't fool themselves anymore. Though they still lived in the same house and raised their kids together, the divorce was almost final. They could get along as friends, but not as husband and wife. The once blissful feeling was replaced by discontent. After a two year marriage, it was time to call it quits.

"What are you thinking about?" Lay asked, noticing the blank, far away look on Jezzie's face. They stepped out of the dark tunnel and headed past the group of surfers, who flashed their bleached white smiles at the girls. The girls ignored them.

"Nothing important. I'm just tired." Jezzie told her. Lay nodded, partially believing her best friend. They headed down the escalator to get their bags. They always tried to pack light, but it was too hard for them to decide on a limited number of things to bring.

"Where did Fergie say she would meet us?" Lay asked as they watched bags go round and round. Jezzie shrugged and lunged for her bag as she recognized it at the last minute. Heavy artifacts in the bag proved to be a problem as Jezzie tried to pull her bag off. She walked beside it, yanking and pulling as she talked to Lay.

"Something (grunt) about out (grunt) front...I think." Jezzie said as she finally managed to pull her bag off. Other passengers from coach watched with confused looks on their faces as she stumbled backwards and almost lost her balance. Jezzie flashed an irritated look at a man who was standing close by, who just stood there. Bastard, she thought to herself as she dragged her bag back to where Lay was peacefully and calmly getting her bag off. Jezzie flashed a scowl as Lay smiled proudly.

"Sounds like something Ferg would say." Lay muttered. Jezzie nodded. Fergie had flown to Amsterdam after they finished in Cambodia, while Jezzie and Lay flew to Berlin. Fergie had business to take care of in Amsterdam, probably something to do with the girlfriends of the Trans who had fled the US after Lance and Ricky went to jail. Jezzie and Lay wanted to buy BMWs to add to their Foreign Car Collection, which is why they went to Berlin. They started that in August when all three girls had gone to England after Africa. Jezzie smiled to herself as she thought of blue mini cooper sitting in her garage.

After Mia had Linda last year and Jezzie had Brandon, they decided to add onto the house. Their neighbor to the left decided to move himself and his wife into a smaller house a few streets over, leaving the deed to Jezzie. They knocked his house down and added four more garage spaces (onto the two they already had), with five bedrooms on top of it. They made the pool bigger and the porch larger. Everybody was happy.

The two girls, now carrying a back pack and a large suitcase each, made their way towards the door. They ignored the strange looks from people as they set their large suitcases on the concrete. It was October and it was cold. Though, nothing compared to Berlin, but still cold. Jezzie ignored the blistering air as she stood in a black and red halter top with low rise black jeans and her bitch boots with the steel toes. Lay, on the other hand, was fishing through her bags, looking for a jacket. She was wearing a short pink skirt with pink sandals and a punk and black halter top. But Jezzie could guess their clothes weren't the reason people were staring.

No, it was probably because of the many bruises and cuts on their bodies.

But Jezzie was just taking a wild guess.

Lay finally found the, you guessed it, pink jacket and slipped it on. While Lay was focused on trying to stay warm (she was from Miami, you couldn't blame her), Jezzie was thinking back to Cambodia. Jezzie and Fergie had been reluctant, in the beginning, to be archaeologists. All they had ever known was racing and they weren't too eager to change that. They had seen both of the Tomb Raider movies and had played all of the games, but that was the closest they had come to it. Lay, on the other hand, was estatic about it. When she was younger, her parents used to take her and her older brother to Egypt, Indonesia, and other countries. Jezzie and Fergie were happy with just racing and didn't want to do it. So why did they end up going?

Lay can talk anybody into doing anything.

They went to Africa with an archaeologist named Nicholas Messner, Lay's older brother, and had a blast. Their next trip, in September, to Indonesia, was also fun. But Cambodia was a mess. Nick was sick, so he couldn't go. The girls wanted to go alone, but Nick sent a friend to go with them. He sent Adam Westerfield, an English Archaeologist. The artifact they were looking for was a priceless gold trinket once owned by a German King. It was sent to Cambodia to be hidden after his death. Jezzie, Lay, Fergie, and Adam weren't the only one's looking for it.

A group of German aristocrats were also looking for it, they claimed they were descendents of the King. When the Germans learned Lay, Fergie, Jezzie, and Adam were there, they tried to kill them. Adam ran off while Jezzie, Lay, and Fergie tried to protect themselves. The three girls barely escaped with their lives. The bruises and cuts covered the whole of their bodies. A sore reminder of the past.

"Where the fuck is she?" Lay asked angrily, snapping Jezzie out of her thoughts. Jezzie looked up and down the road then shrugged.

"I don't know, but she better fucking hurry up. My fucking stitches are freezing." Jezzie muttered. A crude cut on her mid back made it hard for her to bend her back. The doctors in Berlin told her it was a miracle she could walk, the bullet had come so close to her vertebrae. Lay nodded in agreement as she absent mindly ran her fingers over her stitched up cut on her upper left arm.

Jezzie and Lay waited for a few more minutes, then they finally heard the familiar sound of a high performance car. Jezzie's heart fell to her stomach as she recognized the sound of the engine. She quickly fished her jacket out of her book bag and slipped it on. She zipped it up as Lay bounced from one foot to the other, shaking her hands. It's what she did when she was nervous or scared.

The two girls taintively reached down and grabbed their bags as the familiar red RX-7 stopped in front of them. They stood glued to their spots as Fergie got out of the passengers seat and Dom got out of the drivers seat.

"Just stay calm." Jezzie muttered to herself and Lay as Dom walked over to them.

"What's wrong?" Dom asked, noticing the pained looks on their faces. Jezzie studied his face closely. He didn't look angry and he didn't look happy either. But then...that was Dom.

"Nothing, I just didn't expect to see you." Jezzie said quickly, adopting a smile to her face. Dom smiled and took Jezzie and Lay's bags. Lay and Jezzie shared a look. Jezzie still had the smile, but it was now mixed with large eyes and raised eyebrows. Lay's face of shock turned to a face of stupid laughter. The girls followed Dom, giggling like school girls with a crush.

As they reach the car, they suppressed their giggles and glared at a smiling Fergie.

"Scare ya?" She asked with a laugh. Jezzie flipped her off.

"Mind yourself Fergie. You're messing with someone who has a bachelor of science in Mechanical Engineering." Jezzie sneered. Fear flickered across Fergie's face before she forced a smile.

"You're hilarious." Fergie muttered as Jezzie climbed in the car. Behind her Lay was shaking a finger at Fergie, but she couldn't find the right words.

"I know where you sleep." Was what she finally came up with. Fergie just stared as Lay climbed in the car. With a shake of her head, Fergie got in the front seat.

The drive home was silent except for the purr of Dom's engine. Each occupant of the modified car was thinking about something different. Lay was staring up at the ceiling thinking about Race Wars. It was coming up in a few days and Lay was excited.

Fergie was thinking about the finishing touches she needed to put on her car. In Indonesia, Lay and Fergie had come up with a new design for the car. It was all black with a drawing of Fergie on the hood. There was a single white stripe along both sides that ended in a swirl at the back. Lay had drawn the artwork of Fergie herself. It was Fergie standing with a Scorpion X, her gun of choice, in each hand. Fergie was drawn to look similar to Lara Croft.

Dom was busy trying to figure out why Jezzie and Lay looked so scared to see him. Fergie's flight had come in about five hours before Jezzie's and Lay's. Fergie was supposed to be picked up by Vince, but he had to work on his car since it broke down. So Dom had gone instead. Dom figured the way the three girls had been acting had something to do with their 'racing trips'. But he said nothing.

But Jezzie was still stuck on Cambodia. To her, it was like she was the only one who cared. Cambodia had started out fine, but when Adam deswitched sides, things turned ugly. Left with two guns a piece and only six magazines per girl, the girls had to place their shots carefully, seeing as they were up against 10 to 15 angry Germans with Ak-47s.

Flashback

Jezzie stared down at the two .45 colts in her thigh holsters and sighed. Adam and Fergie were arguing over how to get the gold trinket from its place, high above the ground. Jezzie was tempted to just climb up and get it, but...Jezzie found humor in Fergie and Adam's argument. Jezzie pulled her shorts down as far as they would go without going to far.

She, seemingly the only one, made the mistake of letting Brian do the laundry before they left. Jezzie had mistakenly thought that since Brian is the father of two children, he might just possibly know how to do the laundry. Big mistake. The once comfortable black shorts had now become shrunken, faded black shorts. Beside her, Lay was fiddling with her twin Vector-R35s, which were in her shoulder holsters. She would occasionally pull her brown t-shirt from her body to let cool air in, but Jezzie never noticed her mess with her desert print camo pants.

Just my luck, only my shit gets messed up, Jezzie thought to herself. She glanced over at Fergie and Adam. Fergie looked casual in her black pants and a white wife beater with thigh holsters, holding her two precious guns. Jezzie looked around the old tomb and sighed. She could still hear Fergie and Adam arguing, but now it was becoming ridiculous.

"There is a LEDGE! Do you understand what that means?" Fergie yelled. She paused and then continued. "That means that someone can climb up there and jump to the ledge holding the box with the trinket and then climb down." Fergie explained. Jezzie turned her head just as Fergie pulled one of her Scorpion X machine pistols out of its holster and shoved it in Adam's face. He flinched backwards.

"HEY!" He shouted, holding his hands up. Fergie tilted her gun and Lay giggled as she watched.

"God, I love this." Lay muttered. Jezzie shook her head and decided to look around, leaving Lay and Fergie to deal with Adam. Jezzie never liked him much anyway, even if they had only known him for a few days. Jezzie headed towards the wall and went behind a pillar as she looked at the markings on the walls. All of the writing was in German, which Jezzie could luckily read, write, and speak.

"Look, Adam, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. Now...which would you prefer?" Fergie asked, staring him down. She saw him gulp nervously; she could also hear Lay giggling off to the side. Fergie looked over at Lay, who was smiling from hear to ear, hands at ready on the grips of her Vector-R35s.

Looking away from Adam was a big mistake.

He grabbed her wrist and twisted it, pulling her whole arm behind her back. He squeezed her wrists harder and pulled it up even farther, almost to the point of breaking bones. Fergie's face was full of pain as she finally let go of her pistol. It dropped to the floor.

Before Fergie's arm had even been behind her back, Lay had her pistols out, cocked, and pointed at Alex's head. The girls relied on Lay for her fast and drawing. Accurate shooting was Jezzie's thing, fighting was Fergie's, and fast drawing and shooting was Lay's. They each brought a little something to this.

After Fergie's gun hit the floor, Adam drew his only gun, an M-V9, from behind his back and put it to Fergie's temple.

"Now you look. I invited some friends. Told them a bunch of girls were trying to steal their gold trinket. They weren't too happy about that." He told them, smiling. Fergie growled in pain and anger.

"You sold us out you son of a bitch!" Fergie screamed at him. Adam smiled.

"Oh hush now. You guys are just so great; you'll be able to get out alive...hopefully." He said, sarcasm dripping from every word. The sound of 2 guns cocking behind him and the press of 2 guns against his head dropped the smile from his face. Lay smiled from her spot.

"You were saying?" Jezzie said from behind him. Adam dropped his gun, but still held onto Fergie's left arm.

That was Adam's mistake.

Fergie reached up with her right arm and slammed her elbow into Adam's head. It connected with his right eye, sending flashes of light and pain through his head. Jezzie stepped back, but kept her pistols aimed at Adam, as Adam's head snapped to the side from the blow.

Fergie spun around in front of Adam, who still held her left arm, and connected her right fist with Adam's cheek. He let go of her arm and stumbled to his right and Fergie's left. She lifted her newly freed left arm and slammed her fist into his temple. Bone knocked bone and pain surged through both people. Fergie stepped back from Adam with her fists raised as Adam stumbled to his left, grabbing his head.

"JESUS!" He screamed out in pain. Fergie smiled from ear to ear. Jezzie and Lay, who still had their pistols focused on Adam, smiled as the once cocky archaeologist fell to his knees in pain. Jezzie looked up at Fergie.

"Shall you get it or shall I?" Jezzie asked. Fergie thought to herself for a minute.

"You do it." Fergie said. Jezzie nodded, kicked Fergie's fallen gun to Fergie, un-cocked her guns, and put them back in her holsters. She walked to the back wall and started to climb.

End Flashback

Lay looked over at Jezzie and could see she was lost in thought. Lay didn't blame her. Though Cambodia was only their third time out, Africa and Indonesia had proved to be little or less of a problem for them. After what happened in Cambodia, Lay would be surprised if Jezzie wanted to go again.

But it was obvious the girls would go looking for Adam.

He definitely had it coming.

But even Lay wasn't sure if she wanted to go again either. She cursed her brother for sending Adam with them. They could have managed on their own. They had no need for Adam. He was the cause of all their pain and problems. Adam got away alive. But not for long. Lay could tell Jezzie was hung up about Cambodia. After Africa Jezzie was full of energy and was happy; the same with Indonesia. But now...she was sad, tired, and angry. Cambodia just seemed to be another thing added to her list of disappointments.

Ricky and Lance Tran were being released from prison in a few days.

Damn the parole board.

But right now, Lay wasn't 100 sure of how she was feelings. She had been scared as the three girls tried to dodge bullets and fall pieces of stones as they ran out of the old tomb. At the moment, Lay had been happy to get out alive and in one piece. But now...she couldn't feel anything but hate for Adam.

Fergie, on the other hand, was dealing with it in the only way she knew how. She forgot about it. She pushed it from her mind and concentrated on the future. On Race Wars. It was the way she had dealt with everything in her life.

Besides, Adam was going to get what was coming to him.

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Jezzie pulled her legs up to her chest and sat her chin on her knees. Comfortable, yet not. Cellular wasn't exactly a sad movie, but nobody in the theater paid attention to the tears falling from Jezzie's cheeks. It wasn't the movie that was making her cry; it was her past and her present colliding.

Not to mention what was to come.

After they got home, Jezzie put her bags in her room and then left. Not a word to anybody. Oblivious to those around, even those she loved. She drove to the local movie theater, intending to see Paparazzi, only to find it was sold out.

So much for seeing Cole Hauser, Jezzie thought grimly as she stood in line. I just wanted to see a sexy guy dish out what was coming to those goddamn paparazzi jerk offs.

"I'll take one for Cellular." She said instead as she reached the ticket booth. There were very few people seeing that movie, so Jezzie was free to shed her tears.

After the movie was over, she decided to sit and watch the credits. The six or seven other people left, not noticing her. As Jezzie watched the credits roll by, she thought to the song 'Somebody' by Bonnie McKee.

I sit alone
In the dark theatre watchin' the people go by
hand in hand
everybody but me
oh

I stay behind
watchin' the credits roll by
roll roll roll right by me

I know, I won't cry
cause there is somebody somebody somebody waitin' for me
out in the rain

oh cry
not tonight
because there is somebody waitin' for me
oh yeah

The lyrics running through Jezzie's mind was the truth. It was everything that Jezzie believed. She knew she had her someone special out there, she just wish she knew who it was. She had once that it was Vince, then Dom, and then she thought it was Leon. And for years she was convinced it was Leon, but then she just stopped caring. All the love she had for Leon ran out and she was left wondering what happened.

As the credits finally rolled to an end, Jezzie stood up and left. Even as she walked through the halls of the theater and towards the snack bar, no one paid any attention to her, her dried tear streaked face and her cuts and bruises.

Normally she would like it like that, and this was one of those times.

She bought a coke icee and a bag of popcorn, fully intending on seeing Paparazzi. But as the crowd grew larger, Jezzie grew smaller. She pushed through the crowd and out of the building. She headed towards Home Depot, where she had to park her car because there were no more parking spaces left at the theater. She headed down the sidewalk, bag of popcorn in one hand, and a coke icee in another.

I take a walk
the streets are busy tonight
and I am searching for you
waiting to brush your shoulder
But I'm alone
I watch the faces roll by
roll roll roll right by me

But I know, I won't cry
cause' there's somebody somebody somebody waitin' for me
out in the rain

oh cry
not tonight
because there is somebody waitin' for me

As she walked towards her car, a few people from the races recognized her, but she ignored them. She had no use for people right then. And plus...she was lost in her own little world as their faces past by in a blur. She didn't care. She just wanted to be alone. It was like she was going through post partum depression all over again except for some reason, this was so much worse. And then she knew why.

She didn't have anybody to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right. She had friends, sure enough. But she didn't have the warm comfort of her somebody's arms as he kissed her and told her he would never stop loving her.

She didn't have Leon.

As she got in her car and finally realized this, she knew she could never get him back. She had made too many mistakes, too many wrong choices. He would never take her back. After all, she was the one who wanted a divorce in the first place. She put her head in her hands and cried. She cried for the love she knew she had lost and would never get back. She cried for the father of her children. She cried for her husband who would soon be her ex-husband and all because she was blind to the truth. Leon was her somebody and he had been there waiting in the rain for her, and she ignored him and pushed him away.

How many words will go unspoken
Not knockin' on my door
I'm not talkin' the night I spent heart broken
But tonight I know
I won't cry no more
oh

I lie awake
I left the porch light on
I hope it helps you to find your way
outside
I hear the thunder roll by
roll roll roll right by me

But I know, I won't cry
cause' there is somebody somebody somebody waitin' for me
out in the rain
Not gonna cry tonight
no cause there is somebody waitin' for me
not gonna cry tonight
no
no no no no
oh
not gonna cry
not tonight cause there is somebody waitin' for me

I stay behind
watchin' the credits roll by
roll roll roll right by me