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: Sorry this is so short, I've been caught up in the ugly thing I call My Life. Sucks...horribly. But yes. Uh, I took the first 'chapter' out and I put in a new chapter 4 and everything. so yea. Uhhh...read and review please!
Chapter 5: Is There Hope For Jezzie?
Leon stared at the doctor as he walked into the waiting room two hours after Jezzie was brought in. The doctor didn't look happy. Leon hung his head in his hands as so many thoughts ran through his head.
"Are you all here for Jezebeil Williams?" The doctor asked. Everybody looked at him and nodded.
"Yes." Leon said. The doctor sat down in a seat and faced them all as best he could.
"I'm not going to lie, it doesn't look good. Two bullets were through and throughs. One went through right under her collar bone near her shoulder. The second one severed a major artery. She also had a bullet that lodged it's self in her left lung." He paused. "We were able to repair her lung, but she lost too much blood due to the severed artery. She has Acute Posthemorrhagic Anemia." He stared at the blank faces all around him. Only Mia knew what he was talking about. She nodded to show she understood.
"Say what?" Vince asked, knowing everyone, besides Mia, was just as confused as he was.
"It means she has Anemia caused by rapid massive hemorrhage." Mia said, looking at Vince. The doctor nodded.
"Yes. She has heavy blood loss. Unfortunately for Jezebeil, she had almost a sudden loss of 1/3 blood volume, which can be fatal. We've already started her on a blood transfusion, but there's no garauntee that it will work. We're going to set her up on immediate therapy, which consists of hemostasis, restoration of blood volume, and treatment of shock." He told them. Mia nodded, the only one really understanding what he said. Vince just shrugged and leaned back in his seat, he knew Mia would explain it all later anyways.
"Ok, so, if she does live, how much longer before she can go home?" Mia asked. The doctor frowned.
"Weeks. Not only does she have Acute Posthemorrhagic Anemia, but she has a weakened lung. She'll be here for a while. I'm sorry. Any other questions?" He asked.
---3 Months Later- Outside of San Bernadino--
Grew up in a small town/ And when the rain would fall down/ I just stared out my window/ Dreaming of a could-be/ And if I'd end up happy/ I would pray (I would pray)Trying not to reach out/ But when I'd try to speak out/ Felt like no one could hear me/ Wanted to belong here/ But something felt so wrong here/ So I pray (I would pray)/ I could breakaway
Jezzie reached back to the CD player attatched to her hip and turned up the volume on her CD player. She loved this song. She loved the lyrics and the way Kelly Clarkson sung it. It was beautiful. Jezzie looked the her side as Lay came up alongside her, giving her the thumbs up. Jezzie nodded and pulled back, letting Lay and Fergie speed past her. Jezzie tried not to bob her head as they sped through the darkness.
She knew, deep down, she really shouldn't be doing this, she was only released from the hospital not to long ago, but she needed to do this. She had a 'friend' on this inside of the Tran world. She knew she could count on him to give her a name for who did this to her. She was counting on him and if he let her down...well, that's what the guns were for.
Lay and Fergie came up along both sides of the silver BMW 6 Series Convertible, one that Jezzie herself had considered buying in Berlin. Fergie had bought herself a 2005 R 1150 R Rockster for herself about a month ago. Jezzie stayed behind the Convertible and watched, still listening to the CD. She watched as Lay and Fergie pointed their guns at the car windows, while still mainting great control on their motorcycles. The BMW began to slow and Jezzie followed closely. The BMW parked on a deserted dirt road.
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly/ I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky/ I'll make a wish/ Take a chance/ Make a change/ And breakaway/ Out of the darkness and into the sun/ But I won't forget all the ones that I loved/ I'll take a risk/ Take a chance/ Make a change/ And breakaway
Jezzie pressed pause on her CD and got off her bike after kicking out the stand. She pulled out her .45 colt and walked over to the drivers side.
"Hallo Herr Michaelson." Jezzie said as she stuck her colt in the window. The guy looked up at her and frowned.
"Hallo. What can I do for you?" He asked rudely. Jezzie smiled beneath her helmet.
"Get out of your car, bitte." She said, stepping away from the door. The guy grumbled before opening his door and getting out of his car. Lay came up behind the guy and pushed him.
"Get to walking, sir." She said. Jezzie walked beside Mr. Michaelson as he followed Fergie deep into the woods. The stopped a few minutes later in a small clearing. They forced him to his knees and Lay held her gun against the back of his head.
"We know you know the Trans so do this for us and we'll let you go." She said, using a German accent to hide her voice, even though he probably already knew who they are.
"What do you want to know?" He asked, his own German accent still very heavy.
"Who owns an Insight Hybrid 3-Door Honda with the license plate reading Tran A01?" Jezzie asked, trying to keep the anger down in her voice. It had been three months since the guy shot up her car and almost killed her. Jezzie was looking for revenge.
"I don't know. It's probably one of the new guys. They do Lance and Ricky's dirty work for them." He told them. Jezzie sighed angrily and pressed her gun up against the side of his head. He flinched to the side.
"WHO IS HE AVOLD?" Jezzie screamed from beneath her helmet.
"I don't know!" He cried. Jezzie chuckled and cocked the gun.
"Tell me now or I swear, I will kill you."
"I am valuable to you, why would you kill me?" He said.
"Because...I just spent two months in the hospital because one of the Tran's tried to kill me. They are seriously pissing me OFF! NOW who is it?" She said quietly, yet forcefully. He gulped nervously.
"Adam Westerfield." He told them. Jezzie stepped back and lowered her gun, surprised.
"Adam did this to me?" She asked quietly. He nodded and looked at her.
"Adam told them that you took something very valuable from him. They agreed to take him on and help him get you. They are planning much, much worse since you live and he still does not have it." Lay helped him stand up after all three girls holstered their guns. "Sie müssen dass schützen, der am wichtigsten zu Ihnen ist." He told her. Jezzie let that sink in before she gasped and took off through the woods. She knew it would take a while before she could get to the house, since they were in San Bernadino, but she had to get there.
Fergie and Lay walked Avold Michaelson back to his car. After he got in his car and drove away, Fergie lifted her visor and gave her a look.
"What the hell did he say?" Fergie asked. Lay walked over to her bike and got on.
"You must protect that which is most important to you." Lay repeated. Fergie's jaw dropped.
"HELLO? It's 6 in the morning, do you know where your family is?" Fergie said. Lay looked at her and then her jaw dropped.
"Oh shit." Sometimes, Lay really did act like a blonde.
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Jezzie was a minute from her house and she just knew something was wrong. She pulled into her driveway and looked around. Nothing looked out of place. It had taken her hours to get back to Los Angeles, but here she was. Nothing out of place. She kicked out the kick stand and got off her bike. She took off her helmet as she walked up to the door.
As she walked inside her house, there didn't seem to be anything wrong. She walked upstairs and found everyone sleeping. Jezzie walked into Angel's room and sat on the edge of her bed. She had been so afraid that something had happened, but luckily, everything was still ok. Jezzie laid down next to her daughter and quickly fell asleep.
Jezzie woke up half an hour later when she heard the sounds of motorcycles across the street. Jezzie sat up and found Angel gone. She walked downstairs to find everybody up and doing something. She walked out of the front door and watched as Angel and Brandon played in the front yard. Letty was in the driveway, working on her car. Jezzie walked across the street to the Miami team's house. She walked in the front door and headed to the kitchen where Lay, Fergie, and Rome were getting something to eat. She sat down at the island and grabbed an apple from the basket.
"Hey girlie, how you doing?" Rome asked. Jezzie smiled.
"I'm good Ro, how you doing?" She asked. Rome smiled and took a bite of cereal.
"I met this seriously hot ma last night, oh boy, you should have seen her J! She was so sexy." Rome said, practically drooling.
"Down boy." Jezzie turned to Lay and Fergie who were stuffing their faces with food. "And I thought Rome was bad. Dang girls...have any food lately?" She asked, laughing. Fergie and Lay rolled their eyes.
"Everything ok?" Lay asked. Jezzie nodded.
"Yeah..." She paused as she heard an engine starting to roar down the street. She dismissed it until it got louder and she realized she didn't recognize it. Then she heard it. Gun shots. Jezzie jumped off her chair and ran through the house. She pushed out the front door as the bullets from the Uzi hit the targets it was aiming for and then some.
"NO!" Jezzie screamed as she ran across the lawn, across the street, and finally into her own lawn. She looked at the white Honda Insight Hybrid 3-door with the license plate 'Tran A01' and then back to her children. She collapsed onto her knees on the soft, wet grass in between her two children and picked them up in her arms. She rocked back and forth, crying while she held her dead children. Blood was all over her, but she didn't care. Seconds later Leon was next to her and was holding her. They both cried for their children.
Everyone cried for the dead children in the parents arms.
They also cried for Letty, whose life was slowly slipping away.
Cops came and went, along with the coroner and an ambulance. But Jezzie wasn't paying attention. She just muttered the same thing over and over again.
"He's going to die."