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: Thank you to all of my friends. I'm sorry it's been so long. I got caught up in my CSI story. But I've got the next couple of chapters written out for this, which I will add over the enxt few days. Tomorrow we're going up to the Air Force Base, so I might not be able to update tomorrow. Please read and review! I appreciate it!
Chapter 4: Bad Call
Jezzie weaved her way through the traffic on her new 2005 K 1200 S BMW Motorcycle. It was the newest and fastest BMW Motorcycle ever created. She was lucky enough to get one ahead of the release date. The things money can get you. Jezzie had gotten the K 1200 S, while Lay got the 2005 R 1100 S Replika. Jezzie's open blue motorcycle jacket flapped in the wind as she sped past angry onlookers. Her dark blue helmet (which matched her outfit and bike, as well as her car) hid her smirk as she pushed past the speed limit.
Jezzie was running late.
She had gone to Anaheim for a Mighty Ducks game the night before. She loved Hockey and it was the beginning of the season. The Ducks won, so Jezzie had stayed up all night, partying at a local bar. She hadn't gotten to sleep until about 8 a.m. and she hadn't woken up until 11:00 a.m. It was almost two.
Dom was going to chew her ass up.
Jezzie finally caught sight of the exit she wanted and cut through traffic. Horns blared at her but she just waved back at the cars. Over the last couple of days, Jezzie had made peace with Leon. They decided to tear up the divorce papers and try to make it work. They both realized that they had just been too hard on each other. Jezzie had had a short conversation with Dom, which, of course, quickly turned into an argument. They had been avoding each other since.
Jezzie waited in the long ling to get into Race Wars. She set her feet on the ground and flipped her visor up. There was a lot of good looking cars this year, and they sounded great. But everybody knows that it's not whats in your car, it's how you drive it. If you suck at driving, all the money in the world couldn't help you win.
If Vince was true to his word, which made Jezzie wonder why she asked Vince to do it, but if he was true to his word, then he brought Jezzie's car for her. As soon as Jezzie's motorcycle had been delivered to her straight from Berlin, Germany yesterday, she had fallen in love with it. It was perfect. The dark blue color matched her Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, and the helmt and outfit she bought. She had ridden it everywhere.
It was her new best friend.
Jezzie finally made it into the old Arm base ten minutes later. She rode into the base and looked around for the rest of the team. She quickly found them, seeing as they were in the same spot every year. She pulled up next to Brian's car and turned off her motorcycle, kicking out the kick stand. She got off and pulled her helmet off, setting it on the seat. She put the keys in her pocket and headed over towards the group.
Brian, Mia, Dom, Vince, and Leon were sitting around the table. Jezzie sat down in between Mia and Leon and swung her feet on the table. Dom growled at her from across the table, while everybody else chuckled. Dom gave them a look and they all quickly shut up.
"Get your feet off the table." Dom said angrily. Jezzie pulled her feet off the table with a sigh.
"Somebody's grouchy." Jezzie said, leaning back in her chair. She was still tired from the previous night and she just wanted to sleep. Not to mention the hangover she had. It was amazing that she was able to stand the sound of her motorcycle the whole way from Anaheim to Los Angeles.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dom asked angrily. Jezzie leaned forward and gave him a 'duh' look.
"Anaheim." She replied. Dom slammed his hands on the table, making everybody jump slightly.
"You're two hours late!" Dom yelled. Jezzie shrugged.
"So? Anaheim won last night and I partied. I'm sorry, Jesus." Jezzie rolled her eyes. She was tired of his bullshit. The least he could do was treat her like an adult.
"What is wrong with you? You're acting so careless." Dom said. Jezzie's jaw dropped. She pointed at herself.
"I'm careless? That's bull and you know it. Do me a favor Dom, don't judge me." Dom stared straight at her with his blank face.
"Remember who's team you're on." Was all he said. Jezzie smirked.
"Remember who's house you live in." Jezzie stood up and looked at Mia who looked upset and mad, all at the same time. "Where's Fergie at?" She asked.
"In the second trailer." Mia told her. Jezzie smiled and headed towards the second trailer. She walked up the few steps and pulled open the door.
Fergie and Lay were sitting at the table, drinking and talking. They looked up as the door flew open.
"I'm tired of Dom's bullshit. Where's my car?" Jezzie asked angrily. Fergie and Lay stared at her in shock and then pointed to their left. Jezzie nodded and left. After the door slammed shut, Fergie and Lay looked at each other. Smiles slowly crept onto their faces as they heard Jezzie start up her car.
"I love it when she's angry." Fergie joked.
"Oh baby, it turns me on! Whoo!" Both girls jumped up from their seats and ran out of the trailer. Fergie adjusted her bra straps beneath her black whife beater and looked around. Dust still lingered in the air from where Jezzie drove off. She was already in the line to race, next to a White Honda Insight 3-door. An Insight 3-door? Oh hell naw, that shit is wack. Fergie thought, rolling her eyes.
"Nice outfits." A girl said curtly. Fergie and Lay turned and looked at the girl. She was leaning up against the trailer, a nervous look on her face. She was wearing a white skirt and a red top. Fergie and Lay looked at their own clothes. Fergie was wearing a black wife beater with green camo shorts and black and green Vans. Lay was wearing a blue halter top with blue jeans and white addidas shoes with blue shoelaces. They looked back at the girl.
"Do we know you?" Fergie asked rudely. She had never seen or talked to this girl in her life and she didn't want to now.
"No, but I know you. And Jezzie, tell her to watch her back." The girl told them. Both Lay and Fergie took an angry step towards the girl, she didn't even flinch.
"Excuse me?"
"He's going to kill her." The girl looked around nervously.
"Who is?" Lay asked. The girl looked at her. Lay's jaw dropped as she recognized the fear in her eyes. She had seen it before. The girl was scared out of her wits and she was trying to help, even if it meant her own death. The girl was riding with people that were way out of her league.
"Adam. Er ist wahnsinnig, dass sie sein Dunkles Licht genommen hat." She said quickly. Fergie was confused, she didn't know any German. Fergie glanced at Lay who had a look of horror on her face.
"Dude, what did she say?" Fergie whispered. Lay looked at her.
"She said Adam's mad because Jezzie has his Dark Light." Lay told her. Fergie nodded and they both looked back at the girl. "His Dark Light?" Lay clarified.
"Yes, the trinket. She has it and he wants it. He'll do anything to get it. He's going to kill you too. Collateral damage. What yourselves." She warned them. The girl turned and left, leacing Fergie and Lay perplexed and scared.
"We need to talk to Jez." Fergie said. Lay nodded as gun shots ran out. Fergie and Lay ducked as screams were heard all around them. They looked around but couldn't tell where it came from. They stood up as they heard someone slam hard on their brakes.
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Jezzie ducked as the bullets burst through her window. She looked to her side as the bullets either lodged themselves in her passenger door or exited through the window. She quickly pushed aside the pain iin her body and focused on her car.
"No! My poor baby. Oh God, I'm so sorry." She muttered to her car. She slammed on the brakes and looked up. The White Honda Insight 3-Door stopped 5 feet in front of her. Jezzie could read the license plate: Tran A01. Jezzie sat up and supressed a scream as the car turned and came speeding at her. Jezzie put her car in reverse and turned her head. She pressed on the gas and started flying backward.
"MOVE YOU IDIOTS! MOVE!" She screamed as people jumped out of the way. Jezzie pressed on the brakes and turned her head back around. She put the car into drive and pressed the gas. Her car stalled. "OH NO!" Jezzie sighed and opened her door. The Insight had stopped feet from her car, so Jezzie considered herself safe. She knew it was a Tran, which was why he tried to kill her, so she wasn't worrying over that.
No, she just didn't know which one it was.
Jezzie slowly opened her door and unbuckled her seat belt. She started to step out of the car when a gun was stuck out the door of the Insight and bullets hit her car. Jezzie ducked back in her car and cursed. Jezzie crawled over to the other side and opened the passenger door. Jezzie stuck her feet out the door and as soon as they hit the ground, she pulled the rest of herself out. Bullets grazed her skin as Jezzie took off across the open ground. She dived beside a car as her car caught fire.
People ran to her and helped her up as the car blew up. They were all worried about her, since she was bleeding heavily, but Jezzie ignored the woozy feeling. She only cared about her car. Jezzie stared helplessly at her car as it burned. The Honda, meanwhile, drove off, leaving everyone to wonder who it was.
"My poor baby." Jezzie cried as Dom and the team ran over to her. Leon wrapped his arms around her and Jezzie cried into his chest, bleeding over him. He didn't care about the blood though, he could always buy new clothes. He was just worried about Jezzie, who of course, was only worried about her car.
Typical Jezzie.
"Jez, are you ok?" Everybody asked her. Jezzie pulled away from Leon and wiped her ters away, her face in a full frontal scowl. Leon knew that look. That look meant that she was angry. Extremely angry. Leon took an instinctive step back.
"I'm going to kill that loser. WHO DRIVES A FREAKING INSIGHT TO RACE?" Jezzie screamed. Everyone around her took a step back, scared by her sudden outburst. Jezzie turned to Leon. "He killed my car!" Jezzie said sadly. Leon took a step towards her as her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed to the ground. Leon caught her and looked up at Dom.
"She's been shot!" He screamed. That's obvious. Letty couldn't help but think as she watched Leon hold Jezzie. Dom already had his cell phone out and was calling 911. Lay and Fergie kneeled down next to her body as Leon held her. They looked at Leon who looked so scared.
"I know who it was." Lay muttered, looking back at Jezzie's face. "That was a bad call. A very bad call on his part." Lay's eyes roamed over Jezzie's body. She could see two spots where the bullets were through and through's. She could only see quite a number of places where the bullets had only grazed her skin. Tears dripped down the team members faces as they were once again faced with the fact that they might lose Jezzie.