Rina was mowing her lawn and listening to her walkman. The music was pumping. It had been several weeks and she hadn't figured out how to approach Brian. He certainly wasn't approaching her. She'd temporarily thought it might be for the best, but had thrown that thought out the window almost immediately. She missed him damn it! It was her turn to have something good.

Rina knew she should have told him at least who and what she was. When he found her weapons would have been the perfect opportunity, but she hadn't. She wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't trusted him, or she hadn't trusted herself. She knew she regretted it. Rina rarely regretted, because regret got you no where. It didn't change things, or take you to the past. In this though, she had regret. Perhaps if she'd told him to trust in her, and know she would never try to kill anyone. Instead she'd gotten defensive and went on the attack.

Letty and Mia kept inviting her over for dinner. She kept declining. How could she sit across the table from him and not talk to him? How could she sit there and pretend everything was okay? Worse yet, what if he just acted like he didn't even care? Like it never even mattered?

Detective Cassidy had offered her a job, but she'd declined. She'd hung up the badge she'd carried, and put her beautiful nickel plated friends away. Rina didn't know what she'd do, but she knew she had plenty of time to find out. She'd thought about a small detective agency, but didn't want anything dangerous. She wasn't too worried about it at this point. Rina was still musing over the possibilities when she tripped, fell forward, knocked her forehead into the mower handle, and sliced open her right forearm on some part of her lawnmower. The mower shut off automatically, but Rina hit the ground on her knees hard enough to jar her bones. She stayed there for a few moments as the adrenaline spike settled.

Noticing the sting in arm she brought it up to look at. She grimaced at the deep cut that ran diagonally across her forearm. It looked about three inches long, and blood welled from it steadily. Standing she noticed that she'd scraped her knees pretty good as well. Almost growling in frustration she headed inside and grabbed a clean towel. She wrapped it around her arm, and then grabbed another towel to blot her knees. Rina's forehead was aching, and looking in the mirror it looked like she would have a nice purple, good sized goose egg forming almost right between her eyes and up a little. She was pretty sure the arm needed stitches, but she couldn't drive. Hopefully, Letty, or Mia were home.

Rina hobbled slowly over to the Toretto home and knocked on the door with her good arm. She was wrapping the towel tighter around her still bleeding profusely arm when the door opened. It wasn't Mia, or Letty. She found herself looking into Brian's beautiful blue eyes. He frowned slightly, and she almost laughed because she knew she was quite the mess. "Are Letty or Mia home?" she asked slightly breathlessly.

"No." he answered.

"Shit." She said. "Okay, thanks." She would just have to try to drive herself. She certainly wasn't calling a fucking ambulance.

"Do you need something?" he asked looking her over. Blood was starting to dry on her knees, the bump to her melon was swelling, and her arm was throbbing.

"No. I got it covered." She told him shaking her head back and forth. Rina stopped that quickly due to it making her dizzy.

Brian looked down and frowned even more. "Why are you bleeding on the porch then?" he asked.

She looked down to find the towel dripping. "Oops. I'll come back and clean that up later, ok? Thanks." Rina turned and headed down the three steps, only to feel Brian take her left arm in his hand.

He sighed, "Don't be an idiot. You obviously can't drive like this. Probably bleed to death and cause a major car collision on the highway." He was muttering as he led her to his car and put her inside. He moved quickly to the driver side, and started the car. Brian knew she must not be feeling great if she wasn't arguing about it.

He was right. She was feeling dizzy and nauseous. That bump on the head must have been worse than she thought. "I'm going to bleed all over your nice car." She said fretfully.

"Good thing it's black interior then." He told her shortly. "What'd you do?"

"Tripped while mowing." She answered ruefully.

They were silent for the rest of the ride to the hospital emergency room. They got there and she walked in. He stayed close to her because she seemed unsteady. It only took moments for them to usher her into a room. Brian hadn't ever seen them move as quickly; must be a slow night. Rina was getting annoyed because they wouldn't let her lay down, and they kept shining tiny lights in her eyes.

The doctor on call had the nurse clean out the wounds on her knees, and she hissed at the pain that caused. Then he decided her left knee needed two stitches. Once those were cleaned and patched he went on to start cleaning and stitching her arm. She didn't watch because she knew it would make her even more nauseous. When he was done she looked at the row of ten black stitches and sighed. Yet another scar.

"Well. You did a number on yourself young lady. You need to keep the stitches clean and dry, and you aren't allowed to go to sleep for the next twenty four hours. If you do sleep, then someone needs to wake you up every hour." The nurse brought in a prescription they'd had the hospital fill for her, and sent her on her way.

Rina hobbled out to the car in a foul mood. She was tired, hungry, and in pain, and she didn't want any stupid pain pills. As soon as they pulled into the Toretto drive Rina was out of the car. "Thanks for taking me." She told him and started stalking off to her house.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

She stopped and looked back at him. "Home?"

"No. You aren't allowed to be alone for 24 hours, so get your ass over here." He told her, his expression never changing.

She blinked at him in surprise. Had Brian just talked to her like that? "I'm fine." She began tentatively. "I'll just…"

Brian stalked towards her an annoyed line in the middle of his forehead. "Do not make me pick you up and carry you into the damn house. It'll make your head hurt more."

Rina stared at this new pushy Brian. Then she meekly followed him into the house.