A/N: Just to let you all know, I do not wish to imply that I agree with drunk driving, drinking and driving, nor do I agree with the drug usage in my story. I wanted to clear that up, tho a bit late, lol. I write fiction and this is simply a fictitious story so anyone who thinks it's cool to do drugs or drink and drive, it's really not and it kills so many people.

"Come on, J, lighten up and have some fun. Please?" Dre asked Jordan at the bowling alley they were hanging out at. It had been almost three months since race wars and Jordan, still not reconciled with Dominic, was doing things to keep her away from her normal scene.

"I am lightened up." Jordan aimed the ball at the lane and focused, then throwing it into the gutter by lack of skills. She plopped down at the bench and wrote down her score, sighing. Dre pushed another beer in front of her and grinned.

'Drink up, you need to lighten up a hella lot more." She nodded as she took her turn, then high fiving the other girls they were hanging out with.

"I'm going to become an alcoholic on my own merit, without Temp's help." Jordan declared.

"Temp an alcoholic?" Dre looked shocked, her eyes blinking a few times in shock.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just she's my drinkin partner." Jordan drawled, mocking Tempest's mocking of a hick voice. "We have tons of fun." Jordan laughed.

"Tiff don't drink?" Dre looked intrigued.

"Not as much as other things, no. She doesn't care for beer too much." Jordan folded her arms, loosing herself in her thoughts yet again. She would not cave to the fact that she wanted Dominic Toretto back for nothing. She was being strong and not even whining about it, much less crying and she was quite proud of herself for it.

"Cool. You're up." Dre nodded and laughed when Jordan missed the pins by a small amount.

"Shut up." Jordan grumbled, good naturedly. She took her drink to sit and wait for her next turn. She was bored but didn't want to make an excuse to leave, that would make Dre have to leave as well since she was her ride.

"J, you got so many guys into you at school, why you still moping?" Dre sat down after her turn. Jordan shook her head.

"I don't know, maybe because I love him." Jordan said her voice sarcastic.

"Yeah and like Tempest says, he's being an ass to not talk to you." Dre put an arm around her, attempting to comfort her.

"It's pretty much my fault." Jordan sighed, still not giving in and smiling at Dre's attempt at humor.



"You are more forgiving than me with your man." One of the other girls scowled, not liking the fact Jordan was taking the blame on herself.

"Dre, I'm sorry, I think it's time to go." Jordan stood up and stretched, and pulling up her low rise jeans and shaking her head, biting her tongue.

"Fine, let's go." Dre nodded, finishing up her beer.

"Come on, J, stay. Please? He's more than likely out with some racer chaser." The other friend begged, her hand on Jordan's shoulder.

"I don't want to talk about him, my house, my life or anything. I just came to have some fun." Jordan's stance was defiant as she looked menacingly at her friends.

"Ok, ok, we'll stop. We're just concerned." Dre nodded, encouraged by Jordan's body relaxing somewhat. "Come on, drink up and let's see if that helps your score." She grinned mischievously.

"Fine, one more game." Jordan warned, then smiled at the mixed drink Dre gave her. She could drink that much better than the beer she was choking down by force and without ease.

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"When you gonna get back together with Jordan, man?" Leon asked Dominic as they worked together on a Honda civic that had Dominic stumped, something he was not used to being. He had been so lost in his misery that he was finding it hard to get anything done.

"Leon, when you gonna mind your own business? I'm not givin in this time." Dominic frowned, wiping off the sweat from his forehead.

"Boy, you are workin on my nerve and everyone else's." Letty grumbled from the car she was under, a few inches away.

"What? What was that?" Dominic put down his wrench and stared in her direction as Leon hid his grin, turning away to keep from being on his friend and boss's list.

"Nothin." Letty shook her head, choosing to go back under the car and let it go.

"I don't need you guys doin this shit, so stop already." Dominic stormed out, into the office, making Tempest, walking in, look amused.

"His head still up his ass?" She asked, putting drinks beside Leon and Letty.

"Of course." Letty scowled, blowing the hair out of her face. "Thanks." She added as she took a drink. Tempest nodded and went to look at the car she had been babying.



"Hey Temp, can I talk to you?" Tiffany walked in, looking smug. This made a very bored Tempest look awake now.

"Wassup?" She asked, walking outside into the rain, the clouds covering the setting sun.

"I gotta job for us tonight. It's small, but it's worth our while." Tiffany nodded as she took some trash out of her car, then wiping a smudge off her drop top. She also babied her car.

"Talk to me, I am all for it. I'm tired of the damn moodiness goin around." She admitted as she got into Tiffany's car.

"Oh, and you wouldn't be causing any of that right, miss I'm so innocent?" Tiffany asked dryly as Tempest batted her eyes, pulling a full stop Jordan act.

"You are so right today, props to you." Tempest laughed, making Tiffany shake her head.

"I'll tell you once again, that act just don't work for you. Miss Jordan is even having a time pulling it off here lately." Tiffany nodded, backing out as Brian and Vince pulled in, separate cars. Her eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, I think she's being influenced a little too much." Tempest agreed, staring at Tiffany and wondering why her eyes had narrowed to slits when they passed Brian. "Tiff, what's the deal?" She asked, watching Tiffany take her anger out on the stick shift.

"Nothing, why?" Tiffany asked, popping a piece of gum in her mouth.

"Oh, don't pull that shit, I know you better than that and that 'I don't care act' doesn't work for you." Tempest taunted her best friend as they drove along the busy street down from the Toretto household.

"As J would say, Ugh." Tiffany smiled, flipping her hair indignantly. They both laughed at that one. "Mia's home from prison today and I can't believe Brian went to get her. Just a little irritated, to say the least." Tiffany turned up the radio as they hit the highway.

"She betta watch her step or Miss Perfect will be on my list too." Tempest leaned back and cracked her knuckles.

"Who isn't on your list?" Tiffany joked, turning to the pathway leading out towards the desert.

"And being my list is same as yours, you are talkin shit bout yourself too." Tempest shook her head as she played with the radio channels.

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"Dom, you gonna talk to me?" Mia leaned on the doorframe, skinner than she had ever been. He looked up at her, a mixture of anger and hurt in his eyes.



"Why would you do that? Drugs or no drugs?" Dominic stiffened. He hadn't talked to her since the whole thing had happened, her only getting a year of rehab, he felt it was too easy of a punishment.

"Gawd, Dom, I have regretted it every day..." Mia trailed off, her voice showing the hurt in her voice.

"And you should, Jesse's dead, Mia. I tried my hardest to protect him and Jordan is scarred for life, none of this has been easy on any of us." Dominic's voice boomed, wishing he knew where Jordan was. He loved his sister, she was family, but he still didn't trust her. She had chosen other things over the family one too many times in his opinion.

"Yeah, you go ahead and put that shit on me, Dom. It's just like you." Mia ran out crying, swishing past Brian, Leon, Vince, and Letty.

"Must be a damn full moon." Leon remarked as Letty went after her. She felt for her.

"Mia, give them some time, Girl." Letty found a distraught Mia crying inside the small bathroom.

"They all hate me, I hate to think of having to face Tiffany, Jordan, or Tempest." Mia said getting up and wiping her face.

"Hey, it took guts to come back after that shit, I'll give you that. But you gotta stick it out." Letty reasoned.

"No, no , I don't. I'm out of here before they see me." Mia headed for the door determinedly, ready to go get her bag and leave.

"Not so easy, girl. Now you see how hard it was for Dom to come home after almost killing Kenny and then the heists. Everyone fucks up, the important thing is you are clean, you apologize to Jordan and get on wit your life." Letty shrugged, leaning against the door.

"I can't face the girls, Let. I can't." Mia said, her face crumpling into tears as she put her head in her hands, mostly from shame.

"You can and you will. It's not our way to run from things." Letty said, her tone almost firm sounding. She had to often have that tone with the group, her being so clam and level headed compared to the rest of them. "You go five minutes to clean up and then I'm taking you home for a welcome home dinner." Letty nodded and left, leaving Mia frowning.,

"Some welcome home dinner it'll be. More like lynch mobbing." She muttered, wishing Letty wasn't so stubborn in her own ways.

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"Come on, Dre, it's time to go." Jordan said, hours later as it was almost midnight, the girls still at the bowling alley. Jordan was tired of being hit on by cheesy guys wanting her attention and she wasn't amused by their antics as they talked to Dre about her as though she wasn't even there.

"Yeah, girl, one sec." Dre nodded, throwing her last ball. They hadn't paid for a game all night since the bowling alley was now full and almost to the point of being over packed. Jordan sat there patiently, herself feeling a bit more than a buzz from all the free drinks they had been given.

"Those beautiful eyes of yours real?" An older guy smoking a cigarettes down beside her. She shrunk closer to the edge of the opposite side and looked away, trying not to acknowledge the man. "What, you can't talk?" The guy asked, almost leering.

"Oh, I can talk. I just don't feel the need to talk to you." Jordan got up and walked towards the door.

"Sorry, let's go." Dre caught up to her as she hit the cold weather outside, the rain making it rather chilly since both girls were in a strapless, backless top, Jordan in her usual capris she valued so much to hide her scars on her legs and Dre in her leather 'racer' pants.

"You okay to drive?" Jordan asked, skeptically.

"Get in the damn car, woman! You are such a damn worrywart. I thought I gave you enough alcohol to loosen you up." Dre teased, making Jordan grin as well. She shivered and got in, taking the last of her drink with her. "You might be a alcoholic as many drinks you had, homeslice. What, that's the seventh gin and juice? And with lime, gross." Dre teased.

"Shut up, lime is the bomb. It takes any bite outta alcohol and is good as hell. And your words are slurring, so don't talk to me about being an alcoholic," Jordan laughed as she relaxed in the bucket seat of Dre's car. A song she hadn't heard before came on and for some odd reason, she listened to the words, finding irony.

'He doesn't mean a thing to me,

just another pretty face to see,

cos all of the time, not that I'm dying for this,

and I'd never let him next to me,

He's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart,

he's the type that always looks the part,

he's on the make, he's on the take,



and I'd never let him touch my heart,

He didn't mean to catch my eye,

well he's lucky he just walked on by,

If he ever met, a girl like me,

are you kidding?

well I'd tell him that I'd rather die...'

"Turn that off or you're gonna get depressed again." Dre scolded, turning off the song by Deep Dish.

"Too late." Jordan sighed, hating to be the party pooper yet again. She reached around to the back seat to fish in the cooler that was in Dre's car and took out a Corona.

"What'ya gonna do now? There's no lime hidden in there magically." Dre smirked, making Jordan slap her arm out of impulsiveness.

"I am going to drink it, if you don't mind." Jordan stated, rather matter of factly, making Dre shake her head in objection.

"You can't! Girl, you'll get me fined for an open container!" Dre protested.

"Oh please, stop, you are killin me! You got a damn beer in your hand right now! Are you too drunk to remember?" Jordan shrieked, cracking up.

"No, I just chose to not acknowledge that fact, thanks." Dre grinned impishly as she hit the highway, heading back towards her house. Jordan was spending the night, as she often did on the weekends, hating to be home around Dominic. Dre threw Jordan a big book of Cds. "Get busy and find us a good song, Holmes." She requested as she took another drink.

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"What you got for me, Hector?" Dominic asked, sitting on top of his car as they sat at the races, the Toretto gang in the middle, as always. Dommnic smiled at a blonde vying for his attention and Vince slapped his arm.

"Brotha, you got a woman, you need to get it settled.' Vince shrugged while Dominic stared at him in disbelief.

"You of all people are tellin me this?" Dominic folded his arms in skepticism. Vince held up his hands like he was being robbed and grinned, knowing it was amazing even he was wanting them to get back together.



"Just being a true friend, you gotta trust me on this one" Vince shrugged, jumping off the hood of his car as more females made their way to them. Then he saw Mia, off to the side, lost in what seemed to be her own world. "I'll be back, Dom." He nodded and took off, not waiting for a reply.

"Yo, Arizona, you racin or shall I?" Dominic asked as an ambitious crowd of younger racers were encircling the two, all of them clearly eager to race the famous DT crew. Brian grinned boyishly and shook his head.

"I think they wanna race you, Dom. I could be wrong..." Brian joked as he drew out their anticipation. He noticed he was getting some dirty looks and grinned even bigger, loving it. He had a hard time getting to do his first run with Dominic, so he was just passing the tradition on and down to the newer racers. Dominic tried to hide his grin as he shook his head in amusement. Brian was always one to mess with people. His smile and teasing was interrupted by his cell phone he had and he excused himself for a bit.

"We need to speak to Brian O'Connor, please." A gruff voice requested. The rest of the conversation was silent on Brian's part as he listened to the person calling. He hung up, his body in shock and somewhat numb. He walked over to Hector as he dialed Tiffany. Tiffany, with Tempest, looked at her phone and scoffed.

"He is checking up to see what we're doing even though he promised not to." She threw the phone down in disgust, not happy with his actions in the last day or so. Back at the races, Brian threw down the phone in a flurry of panic.

"Shit" He muttered his famous phrase and watched the newer racers. Then an idea occurred to him. "Hey, man, can you do me a favor?" He asked a guy by the name of what he thought was Alan.

"Whatcha need?" The Hispanic guy asked, looking shocked Brian was talking to him.

"You got a cell on ya, Bro? Mine just died and I have an emergency. Can you call this number for me?" Brian asked, scribbling Tempest's number on a piece of paper. The guy nodded, then looked suspicious.

"Is this a joke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Man, I have some problems and I need to get a hold of my wife and her friend ASAP." Brian tried to be patient, knowing it wasn't his fault that the guy was curious. He gave him the rest of the directions and waited, hoping Tempest would answer.

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"Why didn't you just text me?" Tiffany stormed in the hospital after Tempest had answered her phone and they had rushed to the all too familiar place.



"You didn't answer, I couldn't think." Brian paced.

"How is she?" Tempest asked, looking at the crew to try and get an answer from their faces to no avail.

"She's in surgery for her knee, its twisted all to hell and she'll be here for a few days and she was unconscious when they brought her in." Leon sighed, hating to tell her the bad news.

"Son of a bitch, the kid can't catch a break." Tempest muttered. She walked over to Brian and Tiffany, who looked to be in a deep conversation.

"They were out drinking and driving." Brian finished his sentence just as Tempest had walked up. Tiffany shot Tempest a look and Tempest cracked her knuckles, having a good idea of what and how happened.

"Who was driving, no, let me guess. Dre, right?" Tiffany asked, pacing to control her fury.

"Yeah." Brian said, looking at the two girls in confusion as to how they would know.

"Let's go." Tiffany headed for hall, seeing Dre coming down the long corridor, limping.

"After you. Not. I'm first." Tempest growled, taking off.

"Tempest, now is not the time to be mean. We should find out the story first and get her side of things and we would be in jail if we did bodily harm now." Tiffany held Tempest back after catching up to her.

"Are you serious? You gotta be shittin me." Tempest looked in true awe at her friend as she stopped.

"I was, now I'm not. I can't let you be first." Tiffany grinned, taking off. Tempest was right on her heels, angry at her own self for falling for it. Tiffany had a way of being so convincing. It was one of her strengths and had gotten her into such high power.

"You are dirty." Tempest muttered under her breath. Tiffany ignored her, smiling at Dre.

"How ya doin?" Tiffany asked, looking at the slight limp she had.

"I'm okay, thanks. My car's totaled." Dre smiled, shrugging. Tiffany walked beside Dre at the pace she was going, looking concerned as Tempest recognized her look. It was time for good cop, bad cop, though Tempest doubted there would be any good cop portrayal this time as she followed behind, her mouth shut to play along.

"Did you have fun?" Tiffany asked, opening the door for her as they hit the outside door leading to the parking garage.



"Yeah, it was a blast. See ya." Dre looked a little nervous now, not sure why Tiffany was being so nice. It was eerie and for Tempest not to say a word was just odd to her.

"Wait, Hold up. You mean to tell me, you get our girl in a damn car crash and she's getting her knee sliced the fuck up to repair it AGAIN and all you care about is your car?" Tempest finally lost it, no longer able to control her mouth.

"Its not..." Dre stuttered, jumping at the loudness of Tempest's voice.

"Hold up, I am not finished. Full stop, you were driving. What did I tell you if you let her get hurt?"Tempest held up her hand, in her no nonsense way.

"I didn't mean to..." Dre shook her head.

"You did it, though. And you, are walkin outta here, barely a damn scratch on you and she's in there and you got nerve to not even ask how she's doin? HELL NO." Tempest swung at Dre as a police officer walked by.

"Break it up!" He grabbed Tempest and Tiffany pushed him off, now more irritated than ever. In minutes, there were four squad cars there to aid in arresting the two girls, due to Dre's claim.

"This is not over, Dre." Tempest warned, her voice deadly low as Dre walked away, more in shock than anything.

"Do you want to file charges on these two, miss?" The officer asked just after Tempest made her threat, not bothering to keep it from the cops. She didn't care. The law didn't affect her majority of the time anyways. Dre looked at the two, then a slow smile played across her lips.

"Yes, seeing as how they are threatening me, I think I should." She shrugged as Tempest fought the officer to get to her, the hand cuffs not even bothering her. She could use other parts of her body just as well, she figured.

"You can forget about goin pro, that's for damn sure, bank on it." Tiffany nodded as Dre walked away, smiling. "I will ruin you and everything you worked for." She promised as she was put into the cop car.

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"Damn, Girl, what you won't do for attention." Ice walked in Jordan's room, fresh from a plane.

"Ice!" Jordan grinned, holding out her arms as she laid in the bed, two hours later. He gave her a hug and sat beside her, inspecting her scratched face and bruised shoulder.

"You know, I should be yellin at you." He tried to look firm but her big wide, happy to see him eyes couldn't let him do that. She giggled, making him smile and shake his head. "You got the 

good drugs, huh?" He asked as Brian walked in, not looking good but rather rough from the whole ordeal.

"Where's Tiff and Temp?" Jordan asked, wondering if something was wrong. She tried to sit up, but got a stern look from both Ice and Brian.

"Uh, jail." Brian said, over a cough and tried to ignore the stares of both Jordan and Ice.

"Do I wanna know why?" Ice frowned as Jordan's eyes began to close. Brian made a cut throat motion and pointed to the door. "I'll be right back, Miss Troublemaker." Ice reassured her as she opened her eyes at him getting up. She settled back to sleep, the medicine winning the battle over her banged up body.

"Don't flip out on me, there's been too much of that." Brian ran a hand through his hair as Ice looked at him expectantly. Ice nodded, deciding to save it for the real people who deserved the flipping out on.

"Where they at and why they there?" Ice asked, sitting down in a chair, feeling the jet lag from flying across the states to make it to the hospital. He had moved back to New York since the breakup and hadn't been around since. At the first call of trouble, he was on a plane.

"Well, my sister went out with Dre and they were drinkin and drivin and crashed into a median, from what I was told. Jordan had her eighth surgery on her knee and the doctor's not sure that is even gonna work. So, they got here and saw Dre and I guess... I don't know, none of us were around." Brian leaned on the wall, taking a deep breath. Ice patted him on the shoulder.

"I got those two, no worries. You just get some rest while she's sleepin and I'll handle the rest." Ice assured him, a smug look on his face.

"Good luck, you might need it." Brian warned, and Ice waved his concern off. He wondered what Tempest would say seeing him walk into the jail. He pondered leaving them both there but he was on their side this time for being in trouble.

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"Yo, Tiff, wanna play cards?" Tempest asked, as the two sat in the tiny, small town jail that was a little ways away from LA.

"Sure, why not. I got nothin better to do." Tiffany grinned as Tempest was now the one who seemed to be up to something and have the idea. They sat down by the bars, on the floor and Tempest, not even being searched, pulled out a deck of cards. "Damn, Tej has been schoolin you, never leave without a deck a cards." Tiffany joked, making Tempest stick out her tongue and grin as she dealt. She noticed the attendant watching and nodded at Tiffany.

"Hey Barney Phife, you any good at cards? You wanna play?" Tempest asked, dealing out the cards.



"Oh, I am too good to play. I'm a good poker player. You couldn't compete." The guy blushed, though seemed confident like Tempest had judged him to be.

"Too bad, since you and your sheriff don't believe in taking people's possessions, I got a wad of money and I can play too. How cool is that?" Tempest asked, adjusting the rag on her head she had to tie back her hair.

"Tempest, be nice. You cannot take away the deputy's money. You'll get us into more trouble." Tiffany scolded, shaking her head and warning for the deputy's benefit.

"Yeah, you're right. I could break him in two hands at the least." Tempest shrugged, going back to dealing.

"No, you couldn't. I'm in. I have to play from this side, though." The guy pushed up his glasses and brought a chair over to the single cell in the room.

"Whateva works for ya, Boy." Tempest threw him some cards and suppressed a wolfish smile. She loved to take advantage of dumb fools, especially of the male gender. It made life so much more fun.

"Damn." The guy threw in his cards, surrendering another twenty dollars to her. "Ok, triple or nothing this time." He offered, not ready to give in.

"Your money, mine now, but aight." Tempest shrugged as Tiffany dealt this time, her mind on other things, such as how to take care of her problem and how her best friend was doing. "You ok, Tiff?" She asked as the deputy got up to answer the phone.

"Yeah, just majorly pissed the fuck off. At J too." Tiffany sighed, wondering how long it would be before they were out. She had business to take care of. Then it dawned on her she still had her cell phone and that was all it took to get her ball rolling for her plot of paybacks.

"Let's go, you lawbreakers." Ice walked in, amused by the tiny hole in the wall jail house. It had one cell and the deputy was sitting beside the girls. He about did a double take seeing his girl playing poker with him at that and his sister on her cell phone in the corner, obviously up to something.

"Hold up." Tempest replied, not looking up and purposely ignoring the fact that it was her ex boyfriend.

"What?" Ice asked, his voice dripping with a hint of anger and Ice, his trademark.

"One sec, Bro." Tiffany turned around from the corner, then turned back around to her phone conversation.

"SHit, I'll just leave then." Ice put his hands in his pocketed hoodie and started for the door, expecting them to object.



"Latta then." Tempest waved as she threw down another card, waiting on the man she had deemed Barney Phife to make his move. Ice stared at them, in shock. Tempts and Tiffany both knew all hell was about to break loose and soon. They went on doing their thing, not paying him any attention. He watched, his fury and tornadic attitude growing by the second at their disrespect.