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Quarter Mile at a Time
Chapter Two

The sound of music from the speakers all around her assaulted her ears as she followed Dom into the house. A feeling of nervousness floated up into her stomach, but she squashed it without a second thought.

Be professional, she said, scolding herself internally.

Her eyes scanned the room and immediately she found herself fighting back a groan. Letty was lying down on the ground playing Playstation 2. Gaby slipped behind Dom, hoping to not be seen by the other female. She really didn't want to start something.

"Yo, Dom. Hey, man. We were just about to go lookin' for you, brother," Leon said from his seat, where a blonde skank happily sat upon his lap.

Dom hit the beer in his hand, sending beer everywhere. He then walked past Letty, who had shut down the game. Vince was sitting in the center of a group playing his guitar. Dom walked up to his and asked, "Where were you?"

"There were mass cops there. They came in from every direction. Their shit was orchestrated," Vince replied.

"This your beer?" Dom picked up a Corona and gestured to it.

"Yeah, that's my beer."

Dom walked off and headed back to where he had left Gaby standing. "Yo, Einstein," he commented on his way there. "Take it upstairs. You can't detail a car with the cover on. Can't even get that right."

"You all right?" Letty asked as he walked past her.

"Am I alright?"

"It was just a question," Letty replied, but seemed to trail off. Her eyes zeroed in on Gaby, who was standing next to the stairs looking uncomfortable. Dom was making his way toward her, but froze in his spot when Letty began to speak. "Yo, Dom. Why'd you bring the bitch around?"

The muscles in Dom's neck tensed up as he turned around to face Letty. "'Cause she kept me out of handcuffs! She didn't just run back to the fort! She brought me back.

Letty glared over at Gaby, who was glancing back and forth from Dom to Letty.

"You can have any brew you want, as long as it's a Corona," Dom said when he reached Gaby. She took the drink in her hand and peered down at it.

"Thanks," she replied, not really sure what to do.

"That's Vince's, enjoy it."

Gaby looked up and saw Vince staring over at her intently.

"I'm not really in the mood for a beer right now. You can give it back to him," she said as she passed the beer back to Dom. "Thanks, though."

Dom shrugged. "Your loss." Vince came up beside Dom and took his beer. He locked eyes with Gaby as he took a sip of it.

"Hey, you got a bathroom around here?" she asked as an uncomfortable silence fell over them.

"Yeah, upstairs. First door on the right."

Gaby nodded and turned around. Her feet carried her up the stairs and toward the bathroom. Surprisingly, there wasn't a line. She walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Gaby turned on the water and splashed some onto her face. She placed her hands on either side of the sink and peered up at herself. Part of her was extremely nervous. Here she was, in the belly of the beast so to speak. She was standing in the house where Dominic Toretto lived, breathed, and worked. This was her chance to show the team that she could be trusted and hopefully they would keep her around. A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She shut off the water and wiped her face quickly with a hand towel. After she unlocked the door, she opened it and walked out of the bathroom. Outside the door, she found someone waiting to use the bathroom. Gaby squeezed past them and then headed down the stairs. She moved out of the way as Dom and Letty came up the stairs. Letty gave her a sneer as they passed and Gaby turned back to them as they continued up the stairs.

"Yo, you know you owe me a ten second car right?" she called after him. Dom paused and turned towards her. He gave her a smirk as Letty's eyes shot daggers at her.

"Come by the garage Monday, we'll talk," he said and then dragged Letty upstairs.

"So boys, anyone know where Hector is?" Gaby asked looking around.

"Whatcha want him for?" Vince asked.

"He still has my pink slip," she said as she continued to look around.

"You mean this?" Vince asked as he pulled the pink paper from his pocket.

"How did you get that?" Gaby stared at the piece of paper. Hopefully he hadn't read it because she couldn't remember if it was in the departments name or not. She reached for the paper and tensed as Vince pulled it out of her reach.

"Nabbed it from Hector when the cops showed," he said taking a swig of his beer.

"And why did you do that?"

"Gave me something to make you come to dinner with me."

"Dinner, with you?" Gaby asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, me."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'm taking her to dinner," Leon cut in with a smirk. Gaby let out a laugh and saw Vince scowl. Gaby turned serious and stepped towards Vince. Starting at his shoulder, she trailed a finger down his chest.

"Dinner would be great," she said leaning in towards him. "Friday at 8," she whispered and snatched the paper out of his hand, giving him a teasing smile. Turning away from him, she slipped the pink paper into her back pocket and looked up to see Mia.

"These guys aren't giving you trouble, are they?"

"No," Gaby replied glancing back at Vince. "Think you can give me a ride?"

"Sure," Mia said. "What happened to your car?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

Gaby was driving down the street when she heard the sirens and saw the lights flashing in her review mirror. With a roll of her eyes, she pulled over the truck and killed the engine.

"Show me your hands!" the officer said. Gaby took her hands off the steering wheel and held them out the window. "Very good. Now open the door," the officer said approaching her car. Gaby opened the door and kept her hands up. "Put your hands on your head. Behind your head. Face the front of the vehicle, walk backwards towards the rear. Take two steps to your right, stop right there," Gaby followed the orders and stood behind the back of the truck.

"What did I do?" she asked innocently.

"Shut up," the officer said and did a quick sweep of her. "She's clean," he told the other officer and snapped handcuffs on Gaby's wrists. He grabbed her and began to direct her towards the police car.

"At least close and lock the truck will ya?" she snapped as he stuck her in the back seat. Her eyes meet the cold face of the officer and he gave her a small nod. She watched behind the cage as the officer took her keys from the truck and locked it up. They returned to the vehicle and began to drive.

"Damn Muse! Will you take these things off? You put them on so tight," Gaby said as she hopped out the backseat.

"I like realism," Muse replied undoing the cuffs.

"You may like it but my wrists don't," she retorted as she rubbed her chafed wrists.

"You never know who's watching Gaby," Muse said tucking the cuffs onto his belt.

"Nice place, Serge," Gaby commented as she followed Sergeant Tanner into the house.

"Yeah, you know Eddie Fisher built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the 50's," he said over his shoulder and Gaby rolled her eyes at the useless information.

"Here she is, fresh from Toretto's hot rod heaven," Tanner said to the other man coming out of the temporary office.

"That was an 80,000 car," Bilkins said giving her a disapproving look.

"You tell him what happened?" she directed towards Tanner.

"He knows what happened."

"So why don't you send the bill to Johnny Tran then?" Gaby said with a slight attitude.

"The kid's giving me lip? That doesn't speak very well for Police-F.B.I. relations, Tanner."

"Not even two seconds and I'm already getting…" Gaby started complaining.

"All right, all right. We'll talk, Ok? Let's talk about it," Tanner said directing Gaby towards that office that Bilkins had retreated to. Once Gaby sat down, Bilkins started to talk.

"Four hijackings in two months, and we don't have anything. DVD players and digital camera's alone are worth a million-two. Which brings the grand total to six million plus."

"We're in the political crosshairs now, Gaby. That's why you're undercover," Tanner said to her and Gaby resisted the urge to say 'duh'.

"You want that detective badge fast, kid. And you want to know something? The F.B.I. can help, if you come through for us," Bilkins leaned over the table towards her.

"What did the truck driver say?"

"He gave us the same M.O. Three Honda Civics, precision driving. The same green neon glow from under the chassis. Lab says the skid marks came back the same. Mashamoto ZX tires. So we know that it's somebody in the street-racing world," Tanner answered.

"We don't make this case soon, the truckers will take matters into their own hands. I tell them we're close. You going to make me a liar?" Bilkins asked and Gaby almost wanted to say yes, but she knew it would be her ass if she did.

"Look, what do we know? We all know that racing revolves around Toretto, right? Now, I'm not saying that he's necessarily the one that's poppin' these trucks, but I can guarantee the both of you that he knows who is. It's just a matter of time until I get close enough to find something out," Gaby said after taking a deep breath.

"You want time, buy the magazine. We don't have time. Just get me something I can use," Bilkins replied dismissing her. Gaby stood up and stalked outside, Tanner behind her.

"Is Harry cooperating?"

"Yeah, like a guy who is gonna do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn't," Gaby said, stopping near the bridge that spanned over the pool.

"What kind of vibe is he getting from Toretto?"

"He's scared to death of him, but he doesn't think he's jackin' trucks in his spare time. He's too controlled for that."

"Wait. Not that I want to contradict Harry's fine judge of character," Tanner said sarcastically, "but Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death, you know that. He's got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him," he warned as Gaby started to walk away.

"Tanner, I'm going to need a new car," she said looking over her shoulder and then disappeared from view.

"What about parts and service?" Mia asked Dom, flipping through a file.

"Hold off on that," he replied pointing at the folder with the wrench in his hand.

"Dom, I don't know what to do with this," Mia whined as the flatbed of a tow truck came into view, a half decent car on it.

"All right, what the hell is this? What do you got there?" Dom asked taking a sip from his Red Bull and leaned against the frame of the garage. Gaby came into view and gave him a smile.

"This is my future car," she presented.

"This is your car? I thought you said ten second car not a ten minute car."

"You could push this across the finish line, or tow it," Jesse said hitting the front quarter panel of the car.

"No faith," Gaby said as she shook her head.

"Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard honey; this is a garage," Dom said, causing Letty to give Gaby a lethal stare.

"I'm letting you off easy by getting this car. I could have made you go and find me one." Silence floated over the group. "Just pop the hood," she said after a bit.

"Pop the hood?" Dom asked incredulously.

"Pop the hood," Gaby confirmed. They got the car off the flat bed and pushed it into the garage. Dom pulled off the hood and let Jesse come forward.

"Two J.Z. engine. No shit," Jesse said as he began to examine the engine.

"And what did I tell you?" Gaby smirked and Mia let out a little giggle at her brother being proven wrong.

"I retract my previous statement."

"You know what? This will decimate all after you put about 15 grand in it, or more if we have to get overnight parts from Japan," Jesse mentioned to Dom.

"So what's the deal?" Dom asked Gaby.

"I provided the car, you help me get the parts and fix it up and then we're even."

"Order the parts and put it on my tab at Harry's," Dom said to Jesse, who let out an ecstatic exclamation.

"Yo Dom, you just going to dish out the money for all that for this little hoe?" Letty yelled.

"Letty we already talked about this," Dom said staring her down. Letty snorted and then looked away. "So how you feel about racing with us?" Dom asked and Gaby could see Letty's face drop.

"I'd love to," she said and watched as Letty got pissed off before grabbing a ratchet and walking off. She also saw Vince eye her up before continuing to work on a car, a smile playing on his lips.

"There's this showdown in the desert called Race Wars, and that's where you'll start. I'll tell you what, when you're not working at Harry's, you're working here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Miss Arizona, you don't belong near a car," Dom said with a smile.