Sorry for the lateness and shortness of this chapter. I was having a bit of trouble with it. I know it's not too long but I'm leaving for California tomorrow and I wanted to get something out to you guys before I left. So this is just so you guys got something to hold you over, and once again sorry about the shortness, it was the best I could do at the moment. Hope you guys enjoy anyways and let me know what you think!

Bree stretched out, beginning to wake up. She felt more relaxed than had ever been in the last month. The warm body beside her was comforting, as well as the arm wrapped around her, it's secure grip promising that they wouldn't let go. She closed her eyes again, fighting the pull of sleep that threatened to take her under.

"You awake?"

"Maybe," she answered, turning her head to look up at Dom. He looked like he was fighting off the last dredges of sleep, his upturned eyelashes framing drowsy eyes. "What time is it?"

"A little after 7," he answered as he glanced over to the clock.

"I should get up," she said stretching out.

"You better stop that then if you plan on getting out of this bed," Dom rumbled, giving Bree a suggestive grin. Shaking her head at him, she got up and grabbed some of her stuff.

"I'll see you downstairs," she replied over her shoulder as she left the room.

Bree hummed underneath her breath as she picked up the room. She rolled up the left out mats and put everything in its place. She'd been in the best mood all day and the thought of seeing Dom later brought a smile to her face. She had just put the last weight set away when Zeke tapped on the door frame.

"Hey, Lenny wants a word with ya," he said, giving her a raised eyebrow. Bree was confused. Why would Lenny want to talk to her? She gave a sigh before following after him.

"Is it bad news?" she asked Zeke.

"I don't know, he didn't say anything," he replied.

Bree went up the flight of stairs and traveled down the hallway. Lenny's office door was open as always and she strolled in.

"Zeke said you wanted to see me?" she prompted as she smiled at him and sat in the chair in front of his desk.

"Yeah." Lenny got up and shut the door before sitting back down. "I just wanted to give you a chance to tell me yourself."

"Tell you what?"

"Bree, there's no reason to hide it, I understand it completely and am willing to work with you in anyway. You're one of out best teachers," Lenny pushed on.

"Lenny, I have no clue what you're talking about at all, seriously," Bree said, staring at him with confusion.

"Bree, it's okay, I already know that you're pregnant."

Bree began to laugh in earnest and it built up until tears were running down her face.

"You wanna… run that by me one more time?" she gasped.

"Daman called and said you were pregnant and that you needed to quit for a while but you wouldn't agree to it so he called," Lenny deadpanned, frowning at Bree's reaction. Bree immediately sobered and sat up straight.

"Daman called and said I was pregnant?"

"Yes."

"It's not true. Daman and I broke up last week and I'm not pregnant," Bree stated.

"Bree, Daman was very adamant about you being pregnant. He told me that you two had split for the moment because of it and he was worried that you might hurt yourself if you continued to work, so that's why he called me," Lenny said leaning forward on the desk.

"And I'm telling you Lenny, that I am NOT pregnant."

"Look Bree, Daman told me that you would try to tell me you're not pregnant. Frankly, I'm not sure who to believe because as far as I know, neither one of you have lied to me before. But I'm sorry, I can't run the risk that you might hurt yourself if you are. You're on maternity leave from this moment on."

"But I'm not pregnant Lenny! I just had my period last week if you really want to know!" Bree shouted.

"That was just too much info Bree. Nevertheless," he continued on after a moment. "I can't allow you to work until you can prove to me that you are not pregnant. That means going to a doctor and having him check you and write a report," Lenny said calmly, her outburst having little effect on him.

"So you're telling me I can't work until I go to the doctor, get poked and prodded, and then have them tell you I'm not pregnant when I'm telling you right now?" Bree cried indignantly.

"Look Bree, I believe you, but we have to have it on paper. I can't allow you back on until then, it's policy."

"Screw the policy! You're telling me that I'm outta my job because my ass of an ex-boyfriend called up and said I'm pregnant. This is bullshit and you know it!" Bree yelled, her fists balling at her lap. Lenny got up and sat next to her.

"Bree, I'm sorry, I really am. This could all have gotten swept away if I had spoken to Daman directly the first time but since he didn't and someone else knows, we can't do that. I'm sorry. Now, just calm down, please."

"Lenny, this is my job. What am I going to do? Finding a doctor and getting an appointment could take days, weeks. And I'm suppose to be looking for an apartment, I can't do that if I don't have a steady income," Bree protested.

"Once again Bree, I am sorry. Just get to a doctor as soon as you can and then you can come back, I promise," Lenny reassured her.

"Fine," Bree said, her good mood completely gone. She got up and headed for the door. "If Daman calls again, please don't listen to him. If something was up I would tell you, okay?"

"Sure Bree, I'm really am sorry about this mess," Lenny replied looking slightly regretful.

"It's not your fault, and sorry I yelled at you. I'll go to the doctor and get this all cleared," Bree promised before walking out the door.

Dom paced around his office and stared down at the phone. Life hadn't given him an easy hand and there wasn't much he was scared of; but staring down at the phone made him want to pick it up and throw it just so he couldn't use it. He knew that he should probably call Letty but he wasn't exactly yearning to hear her voice.

That realization made him pause. He didn't feel like he had to hear Letty's voice; it was Bree's that he wanted to hear. It didn't matter though. She was at work and he was here, staring at a phone. The absurdity of the situation almost had him laughing and he picked up the phone, punching in the numbers before he could think twice. Someone picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Felicia, can I…" Dom didn't have time to finish asking before he heard Felicia holler for Letty.

"Yo," Letty greeted as she picked up the phone.

"Letty."

"Dom," she stated his name, her voice casual, trying to keep her cool front.

"How are you doing?" he asked while he sat down at his desk.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm good," he answered back. It was strange to be making small talk with her.

"So you got a reason for this phone call or what?" she asked, attitude back into place once the shock that he had actually called was over.

"Just wanted to see how you're doing."

"See how I'm doing or who I'm doing?" she retorted, aggravation in her voice.

"You just don't know when to give up do you?" he shot back.

"I think that would be you. I seem to remember everyone else was ready to quit and it was you who didn't want to give up," she said, hinting back to the last heist.

"We settled all this. You know that and everyone else does."

"You mean you acted like it all went away and everyone else just followed suit," she snapped.

"Look, that's in the past. Everyone is over it and you need to do the same."

"Don't be telling me what the hell I need to do Dominic Toretto. You never owned me and you never will."

Dom forced himself to take a deep breath and unclenched his jaw. "Look, this is not going how I hoped. I really just called to see how you were doing. But apparently not too well since you're still acting like a kid."

"I'm not the fucking kid here!" Letty screamed just as Bree walked into Dom's office. Her face was drawn and looked on the verge of tears.

"Letty…" he trailed of as he looked up briefly at Bree. "Not right now Bree. Give me a bit," Dom said and then turning away. Bree stood gasping for something to say. Pissed off, she turned and slammed the door behind her, the windows of the office rattling threateningly. "Shit," Dom whispered underneath his breath.

"That was that bitch wasn't it!" Letty shouted bringing him back to the conversation. "God, you don't even know trash when it's right in front of your face!"

"She isn't trash and you won't talk about her like that. God Letty, where the hell did we go wrong? How did we get here?" he asked his voice going low, cradling his head in his free hand.

"I don't know Dom. I don't fuckin' know," Letty said, the fight drawn out of her at his uncertainty.

"I've got to go find Bree. Take care of yourself."

"Yeah, go find your snank," Letty said and then all Dom heard was the dial tone. Dom cursed out loud and slammed the phone back onto the receiver. Could things get any more messed up?

Dom's office door slammed with a satisfying crack and Bree stalked through the garage, the tears she had been holding in now flowing down her face. This wasn't what she needed. She got to her car and flung open the door. Recklessly, she peeled out from the parking lot. Vince had watched the whole thing, taking notice as soon as Bree had slammed out of Dom's office. He glanced over to Brian, Leon, and Jesse before taking off after her, his own car mimicking her exit.

His car easily caught up to hers and he wasn't surprised when she roared into the house's drive way. He parked on the street and watched as she stomped through the backyard before tossing open the shed door and disappearing inside. Vince followed after her and quietly slipped into the room. Her back was to him and he watched as she pummeled the punching bag over and over. He saw her arms shaking and the force of her punches began to weaken.

"Feel better yet?" he asked. Bree whipped around and pinned him with a death glare before she recognized who he was and her stance fell.

"No," she answered while roughly wiping away the tears from her face.

"So what happened exactly?" he asked as he walked towards her. She reluctantly let him wrap an arm around her and pull her over to the couch.

"This has to be one of the worst days of my life," Bree mumbled as she sat down and stared at her red knuckles.

"Why's that?"

"Alright, so this morning was great. Then after work, I find out Daman told my boss that I had to quit because I was pregnant. So I've spent the last hour trying to convince my own boss I wasn't pregnant and he still won't believe me till I go to the doctor and get it on paper. Then I get to the garage to talk to Dom and he tells me to go away because he's talking on the phone to his ex! He barely looked up at me. I could have been dying and he wouldn't have cared!" Bree ranted.

"He would have cared. Dom… Dom just sometimes gets caught up in stuff," Vince explained as he wrapped an arm around Bree and she let herself be pulled closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It just hurt you know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Vince answered, thinking of all the times he'd try to get Mia's attention and his efforts made in vain.

"Oh no, I'm doing it again…" Bree said with a sigh.

"Doing what?"

"Being melodramatic."

"Maybe but you had a bad day so we'll let you off this time," Vince replied giving her a sideways hug.

"You know, a couple days ago I didn't even know you and now I feel like I've known you forever. Strange huh?" Bree said giving him a smile.

"Yeah, guess you're stuck with me then."

"Don't I know it…" Bree mumbled and giggled at Vince's glare. The opening of the shed door stopped whatever Vince was going to say and they saw Dom stepped inside.

"Think I can talk to Bree for a minute?" Dom asked.

Bree gave Vince a smile and he let go of her and walked towards Dom.

"Better not make her cry again," Vince threatened before walking out the door.