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Chapter Two
On What Charges?

Half a dozen cars sat dormant in the parking lot outside of a fairly well known garage with 'DT' on the front outside wall. The side door was wide open, and a bunch of half-taken apart vehicles lay inside, being picked at by a few people in their twenties. Outside, the Sun was riding high in the sky, signaling that it was just after noon, and the outside air was almost enough to cook you.

"Hey, Dom, we're taking our break now, alright?" called one of the males, around 24 years of age. He was about six foot, fairly muscular, and overall pretty dangerous-looking with a tattoo on his right arm that took up nearly half of it, and another, smaller one on his left upper-arm. Short, dark hair graced his head, and scruffy hair extended from the side of his face to his chin and covered his upper lip.

From an office came a deep reply of, "Fine, and are you almost done with that Mustang?"

A female's voice replied, "Yeah, just about. Why, does it need to be done this afternoon or something?" The 23-year-old girl to whom to voice belonged stepped into the doorway of the office in the back of the garage, pushing her bangs out of her face. Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail which extended down passed her shoulders a short way, and some of her bangs still stuck to her forehead. The tight white T-shirt was smudged lightly in spots with oil and grease, contrasting against her bronzed skin, and marks of the same substances were barely visible on the hips of her jeans were she'd wiped off her hands.

The deep-voiced man stood up, rising to a height that would beat the six-foot man who'd just asked for a break and was the same age as him. He was big, to say the least – tall, and muscular – and wore a white wife-beater along with slightly baggy jeans, and a cross around his neck. He walked over to her, laying one hand on her waist and looking down at her, as he answered, "He wants it back tonight, so I want you guys to have it done before supper."

She gave him a little smirk, and leaned in toward him slowly before turning around and walking back towards the others. "You hear that? Let's get it don't this afternoon so maybe Dom will let us off early or something," she said, grinning as she put an arm across the shoulders of the only other female in the building.

Dominic Toretto walked out of his office and towards the two girls, placing his hands on their shoulders. "Aw, Letty, why are you making me look like the bad guy, huh?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips.

"Aw, Dom," she imitated him, slipping out from under the grasp of his hand on her shoulder, "maybe because you're the boss?" Letty grinned to see him standing there, both his hands now on the other girl's shoulders. "So, what's here for food, huh? I'm hungry."

A voice from under the car they're been working on came, "Damn, girl, you're always hungry." Leon, a guy the same age as Letty slipped out and stood up, wiping his hands off in the rag in his pocket, and laughed as she flipped him off. He was shorted than Dominic, and not nearly as big – he wasn't really scrawny, and he had a bit of muscles on him. From the dark muscle shirt he wore, they could see the tattoo on his right shoulder. "Damn, Letty, why you always so mean?" he inquired playfully, leaning against the Mustang.

She just laughed back at him. "Me, mean? Brother, you have never seen me mean."

"Yo, anybody want something to drink?" called someone in the back of the garage, the man who'd previously told Dominic they were going on their break. He was kneeling in front of the open refrigerator, taking out a drink for himself. They all piped up at once, and it took Dom's yelling to get them to speak one by one, voicing their drink orders. "So then…" Vince said, as he looked through the bottles in the fridge, "beer for everybody except Mia… who wants her Iced Tea…"

Laughs came from most of the garage's occupants as Mia Toretto walked away from her brother, over to the fridge and snatched the bottle of Iced Tea from Vince's hand. She was shorter than her brother, and had a slender build – and appeared to be more of the 'girly' type than Letty was, although she wasn't all that girly. Her dark hair cascaded down her back to a few inches above her buttocks, and there was not a drop of grease on her. She dressed in a black T-shirt and nice black pants, and as the only one who appeared civilized in the group, and one of the youngest, only aged at 21. "Guys, now I know you're not making fun of my Iced Tea."

Letty just smiled as she caught the Corona Vince tossed to her. "You just need to get a new drink – I still don't see what's wrong with a nice, refreshing beer while we're working." Opening the bottle, she downed a little bit of it and walked over to her boyfriend, allowing him to put an arm around her waist.

A sign escaped Mia's mouth as she replied, "Simple, Let. You never know when something really important will come up and you'll have to drive somewhere right away. And you all know," she swirled around to get a good look at everybody in the garage, "that I'm not letting any of you drive out of here until two hours after you've been drinking!"

"Aw, come on girl," the last member of the group said, ambling over to her and giving her a hug, "you wouldn't be so cruel as to take away our cars, would you?" He was the youngest in the group, 19 or 20 possibly, and talk about scrawny! Not anorexic or anything, but just really thin, although he did have a little bit of muscle. He was cute, kind of like the little kid of the group whom all the guys wanted to keep from harm, and had blonde hair always covered by his now-trademark beanie.

She laughed as she leaned against him for a moment, replying, "Nah, Jesse, I would never take away any of your cars – I'd just take the keys!" They all suddenly glanced over to the desk upon which their keys were kept, and unfortunately the younger Toretto was closer than anybody to them, giving her the opportunity to run over and stuff them in her pocket. "See?"

Loud groans shot themselves at the girl, but they were too lazy to bother with her so they just sat down and rested. Dominic and Letty went into the office and shut the door, which signaled to everybody to keep their distance, while Leon and Vince started talking about what was on television the night before. Mia said something about getting a little bit of sun before stepping out of the garage, and Jesse sat at the computer at the desk, surfing the net for new top-end car parts.

They weren't fifteen minutes into their break when something disrupted them from their relaxation – the telephone was ringing. Figuring that Dominic would get it as usual, the guys just left it to itself, and outside Mia hadn't heard it, so she was in no rush to answer it. It wasn't until a booming voice from the office told somebody to pick it up that Jesse snatched up the receiver.

"You, this is DT Garage, what do you need?" Jess answered the ringing, holding the phone to his ear and placing his Corona on the desk. He swirled the chair around to face the side door and see Mia – having heard her bother holler something, stroll in. She quietly inquired to him as to who it was and what they wanted, but he waved her away and waited for the other person to reply.

When they did, it was most definitely a woman who responded, and strictly too. "Excuse me, but it's rude to answer the phone like that, and you never know, but it might cause you to lose business in the long run. Anyway, I need to know if Leticia Maroulis is there."

Jesse bit his lip for a moment, not recognizing the name, and put his hand over the receiver. "Mia, they're asking for somebody and I've no idea who," he told her, and she just smiled, holding her hand out for him to give her the phone. "Thanks girl."

"Yes, this is DT Garage – who was it you requested to speak to?" the female Toretto asked in a professional voice. As the person commented on how polite she was, a grin graced her face, but when they mentioned who they wanted to speak to, the grin disappeared. Holding the phone away from her, she muttered 'Oh, shit…' and walked over to the office door, knocking on it. "Letty, phone!" Noticing that Vince, Leon, and Jesse were watching her intently, she waved them away with her hand. "I'll tell you in a couple minutes, okay?"

A slightly out of breath Letty swung the door open and, noticing the expression on her co-worker's face, countered with a bewildered look as she accepted the phone. "Yeah," she said casually, leaning against the doorframe and her boyfriend's chest, "I'm Letty Maroulis. Who are you and what do you want?"

Mia knew that the guys were still there and watching; she could feel their eyes boring into the back of her neck. Responding to a new look given to her by Letty, she walked towards the boys and turned them around, before putting her hands square on Leon and Vince's backs and pushing them outside. Seeing that Jesse was standing there still, she went back and took his hand, leading him to the other guys while saying, "You gotta go too hotshot."

"Would you like to explain any of that, Mia, because I don't get shit," Jesse said when they got outside. "I didn't know that Letty's name was Leticia Maroulis… I thought she just goes by Letty."

She bit her lip for a second, wondering if Letty would get mad at her for saying anything to them. Then again, if she didn't, they would be constantly on her, Letty's, and Dom's butts for weeks to come, asking them to tell them the truth. "That's her real name, but she hasn't been called that or gone by that in years," she explained, glancing inside to see what the girl was doing. Letty was pacing back and forth in front of Dominic, who was being more stoic than usual and was drinking his beer.

"Oh yeah," Vince said suddenly, an almost pensive expression upon his rough face as he remember back to his childhood. "We used to call her that to piss her off when she was annoying us."

Mia was just nodding when she heard her name yelled from inside. Instantly, she froze on the spot, afraid that her brother had heard her talking about Letty in the old days and he was going to hit her or something. The three of them had, for years, had an understanding that they didn't talk about their childhood unless it didn't involve… that. But she knew she had to go in, otherwise her brother would get madder, or suspect something. As she walked inside, Letty ran up to her, a mixture of worry and anger evident on her face. Mia raised her hands in the air and said, "I didn't do it!"

Dom followed his girlfriend towards his sister, and kissed the first on the back of the neck, whispering something into her ear. "Mia," he then said, looking over at her, "I need you to drive Letty somewhere – it's really important. She's had a beer and is kind of… shocked at the moment, so I don't need her driving and causing an accident."

"A…alright," she said, and stared at Letty's face. That girl never showed any emotion, or very little, but at that moment she looked about ready to kill somebody. "So where to?"

Leticia stared into the other female's eyes, seeing worry in them, worry for her. She didn't need anybody to be concerned with her, she was perfectly capable of taking care of everything by herself. "Girl," she said, walking passed her and whispering, "to the Police Station."

Mia whirled around on her heels and watched as she made her way towards the exit. "Why do you need to go to the police station? On what charges are they calling you in?"

Dominic took hold of his sister's arms, knowing it would calm her down, and turned her around to face him. "She's not being arrested, she needs to go there because of something that happened with her family. Don't press that matter, because I'm sure it'll just piss her off more and we obviously don't want that, and she'll probably tell you on the way there anyway. Alright sister?"

"Al… alright Dom," she concurred as he released her. She bolted after Letty and into her car; as she passed the guys, she heard them say something to her but she didn't know what. Into the driver's seat she went, and didn't look over at her passenger for fear of her freaking out.

Halfway there, Letty finally piped up. "Thanks for doing this… Dom wasn't going to let me go on my own, and I knew you were the best choice, and the safest, seeing as I couldn't bring him. And since you already know my family, it's gong to make it easier now that you're here. You see, my father beat up this kid and put him in intensive care, and he hit my little sister too. So he's being whisked away to prison and my sister's got nowhere to go… Mia, I've gotta take care of her. She's coming to live with us, by the cops' orders, and we're going to pick her up."

"That's fine, Let, what are you worried about? It's a sin about what he did to them, I know, but since he's gonna be in prison, and she'll be with us – and Dominic – she's safer than any other teenager in the country," Mia told her, thinking it would help. She kind of did a double take on Leticia when she started laughing. "What's wrong with you? First you're pissed off, then you're all worried and sad, and now you're laughing! What the hell kind of drugs are you on?"

This just made her laugh more, and when she was finally able to breathe, she looked over at Mia and inquired, "Man, how much is it going to screw that kid up living with us and four guys?"

The driver shook her head, a smile upon her face now, and commented, "She was already screwed up by living with you for the first third of her life, so I don't think living with us is gonna make much difference. Your sister was your own personal little minion, man, and you had her naming off cars since she was, like, two."

"Actually, I do believe her first word was Nissan," replied Letty jokingly, as they pulled into the parking lot of the police station. "Well, here goes nothing."

The two women were led, by a fairly chubby policeman, to a room in the north corner of the precinct. When they strode into the room, Isabelle was sitting with her back to them, chatting with a sort of good-looking, middle-aged cop. The officer looked up towards the door and saw them walk in; the teenager followed his gaze to find her sister – along with a girl who appeared to be her friend – standing at the door. Isabelle kind of dropped her bottom jaw, though it wasn't at all visible, and she stared at them with slight confusion evident on her features. Wait… was that her sister? She was so different than she remembered her…

"Are you Leticia Maroulis?" the policeman said, rising from his seat and starting towards the pair, resting a supportive hand on the teen's shoulder.

Letty seemed to then regain some of her sauciness, as she replied, "Yeah, I am, now who the hell are you?" Mia had to shake her head at this – sure, it was amusing and almost a relief that she'd gotten her personality back from before the phone call, but she'd just said that to a police officer.

The policeman walked towards her, attempting to intimidate her, as he stood half a dozen inches taller than her. "I," he said in a deep voice, "am Officer Jack Jones, thank you very much. I've been watching over young Miss Maroulis since the incident on Sunday."

Mia smiled at the policeman, effectively hiding her dislike for his kind, as she laid an arm across Letty's shoulders. She watched as her friend let out an unknown breath from knowing she was there beside her. "And Officer," replied she in a cheery tone, "we are very thankful to you for doing that, honest to God. I apologize for my friends… attitude, but as you may be able to tell, the fact that her father would do what he did has taken a toll on her emotionally."

He grinned back at her and replied, "So I see. I'll give you all a minute while I go get some papers that need to be signed." With that said, he exited the room, leaving the three girls all alone.

It was then that the older girls noticed the bruises on the younger's face, and Letty suddenly appeared to be extremely pissed. Taking notice of the nearest wall, she whirled toward it and sent her fist into it, muttering swears words as she did. Isabelle didn't look scared, shaken, or even surprised that she did this; rather, the teen appeared relatively unfazed. The unrelated female tilted her head to the side a little, questioningly, and was about to utter something when the youngster started in on her sister.

"How could you do that to me?" was the first question raised. Letty looked at her oddly, almost confusedly, urging the girl to explain herself. "You left me with him, didn't even bother keep a watch on me after you moved out, and I was still living down the street! How the hell could you do that to your own sister? He hated me… the moment you left, he started hating me, never approved of anything I did…" Fury was evident in her eyes. Sadness wasn't even a thought.

Letty glared at her, but turned to Mia first. "Girl, can you leave us alone for a moment? We have some things to discuss." The girl nodded and exited the room, then waited for the bickering to cease.

A minute or two later, the officer that had gone to get some forms returned, and the yelling stopped. After all the forms were signed, the older sister looked at the law enforcer and inquired, "Mr. Maroulis isn't here, is he?"

"Yes, he is," replied Jack in an offhand manner. "Would you like to speak with him?"

Letty nodded, and was led to a room with dozens of little booth-like things. Sitting in one, her father was soon led out and seated across from her, a piece of glass the only thing separating them.

A hollow laugh escaped the man's mouth as her saw her. "You? I can't fucking believe this – they gave her to you? That is un-fucking-believable. How the hell are you going to take care of her when you're probably still doing that asshole of a kid, Toretto?" His voice was stained with malevolence, and his dislike of her was more than evident.

She glared at him, her hatred mounting higher every second that the two of them sat there talking. "I'm gonna take care of her a hell of a lot better than you ever did, Dad!" she nearly screamed, her hands clenching into fists. "If you ever, ever touch her again, old man, I swear I will hunt you down and kill you, slowly and painfully."

As she got up and walked towards the exit, Jack approached the glass keeping the girls' father from them, and whistled. "Damn, you're not very popular with your family, are you?"

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