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Braelyn – you'll have to keep reading to find out whether the team returns or not!

Chapter 4

"The service is booked for the day after tomorrow. Jesse's dad said that he was Catholic so I spoke to the priest at St Mary Magdalen and he's happy to perform the service. He did the service for my parents and he's really nice – Jesse would have liked him. I dropped in at Hectors place on the way back and asked him to put the word around at the races about Jesse's service. I want as many people as possible to be there."

Vince felt guilty, he'd not given any thought to Jesse's funeral and yet again it was all left to Chloe to sort shit out.

"Oh, and before I forget – I need to go home tonight, this bed is killing my back and I need to sleep on a decent mattress." Vince's arms tightened round Chloe as she said that. He'd missed her terribly that day and didn't know if he could cope overnight without her.

"So, I'm busting you out of here just as soon as you get changed."

Chloe burst out laughing at the look on Vince's face. He'd obviously thought she was going to leave him in the hospital by himself. Leaning up to kiss him she whispered in his ear, "Don't worry Coyote, I'm not going anywhere without you."

It didn't take much convincing for the doctors to release Vince, Chloe thought they were probably glad to rid of him, and her! She knew that she hadn't made many friends on the medical staff with her complaint about Dr Matthews but she'd only done what she had to do.

Sgt Tanner turned up just as Chloe was helping Vince get changed into his street clothes. He stood in the door way watching for a few minutes as the petite, well dressed doctor eased a tank top over the head of the burly, scruffy thug. He'd never seen a more mismatched couple yet in the time he'd spent with them he'd become convinced that they really were engaged to be married and deeply in love.

"Come on baby, let's go home." Vince was desperate to get out of the hospital – he'd hated every minute of being in there and even though he knew he wasn't really well enough to be leaving, he also knew that Chloe would look after him. Hell, she'd done nothing but look after him since she'd turned up at his bedside nearly 3 weeks earlier. He didn't know how he could ever thank her but he knew that he'd spend the rest of his life trying.

"Mr Richards," Vince and Chloe looked up in surprise when Tanner spoke. They'd been so wrapped up their own thoughts that they'd not heard the door open.

"You're free to go and unless any new evidence comes to light I won't be speaking with you again." Tanner had been so certain that Toretto and his gang were behind the heists but O'Connor hadn't found any evidence to prove it and without evidence the D.A. was never going to prosecute.

"Should Mr Toretto get in touch then please tell him the same."

"If Dom calls then I'll tell him, but I won't be holding my breath." There was a lot more that Vince wanted to say about Dom but he held his tongue. Part of him wanted Dom to call so he could tell him everything was ok and he could come home but another part of him never wanted to hear from him again. He'd run off and left him and Jesse to face the music, left them to do jail time that should have been Dom's.

Chloe saw the look in Vince's eyes and knew that he was thinking about how Dom had abandoned him – she knew what it was like to be betrayed by a sibling and she knew how deep the pain ran.

"If there's nothing else Sgt Tanner, I need to take Vince home." Chloe smiled at the thought of going back to her house – she hadn't been there since Mia had called and it was time to go home. 'Take Vince home', that sounded good.

"No, there's nothing else Dr Armstrong – you take care now." No matter how much Tanner disliked Vince he couldn't help but like Chloe. He'd heard about her visits to Lompoc and the funeral directors and he knew it couldn't have been easy for her.

Vince held onto Chloe all the way from his room to the hospital entrance. The doctors had insisted he be in a wheelchair but he'd only agreed if Chloe could sit on his knee. The staff were so eager to be rid of him that they quickly agreed to his strange request. When they reached the entrance Chloe carefully stood up and helped Vince out of the chair. Holding their bags with one hand and Vince's hand with the other she made her way into the car park.

"Where the hell did you get Leon's car from?" Vince couldn't believe it; they were standing in front of the yellow skyline. The last time he'd seen this car was outside the warehouse at Thermal when they'd collected the Civics for the last heist.

"Hector gave me a lift out to the warehouse this afternoon. We took your car back to my place and then went back for Leon's." Chloe knew she'd taken a chance on getting Hector to help but he'd been a good friend to Dom and the team and she was sure she could trust him.

The journey home was tense; Chloe was nervous driving Leon's car and Vince was deep in thought wondering why Leon had left his car. He loved that car more than anything else in the world and there's no way he would have willingly left it.

"Why are you driving Leon's car? What's wrong with mine?" Suddenly Vince was worried that something was wrong with his car – it'd been at the warehouse for almost 3 weeks and anything could have happened to it in that time.

"There's nothing wrong with your car, except I can't get my head around a left hand drive stick shift! I learnt to drive in England so the Skyline's easy."

Vince had to laugh at the thought that anyone could find the Skyline easy to drive. He'd only driven it a few times and it confused the hell out of him. He had to really think what he was doing and nothing was instinctive about it. Watching Chloe drive he could see that she knew how to drive, her gear changes were smooth and she seemed to be perfectly at ease speeding along the freeway, weaving in and out of the other cars.

"So, what do you think then?" Vince was curious to know what she thought about the car, true she wasn't a racer but he could see she had loved cars and driving.

"It's a great car, very responsive and he's got a killer sound system – just a shame it's yellow! Do you think Leon would mind if I sprayed his car black?" Chloe really did love the car but she hated the colour – no one in England drove yellow cars, except for the criminally insane, and she didn't think Leon was quite that crazy.

The look on Vince's face told Chloe that he also hated the colour of Leon's car but there was no way he'd do anything about it. No-one touched a brotha's car without his permission and lived.