A/N – Thank you so much for the reviews that I've had so far, following the events of the film is horrendous (would be easier if my style of writing was anything like the original script writers) so HICHG has been a real personal struggle for me. Thankfully we're starting to move away from the film into more original events so it won't be such a pain in the arse to write.

Apologies for such a short chapter – I had loads of smut I had to remove to make it suitable for posting on here, sorry ladies but them's the breaks!

I'd just like to post a special thank you to the delectable Ms Hope – you inspire me more than you can imagine baby and if I could I'd happily send you our favourite chain mail wearing, shotgun totting stuff muffin but in the meantime – think 'shoulders'!

Chapter 5

It was nearly 4.30pm when Abby woke up; Vince's phone was buzzing at her from the pocket of his jeans. Carefully leaning over Vince she snagged his jeans and retrieved the phone just as it started playing Psycho Man by Black Sabbath.

"Hello Vince's phone, hang on a sec while I get him." Abby hated answering other people's phones – she always felt as if she was invading their privacy but it was either that or Vince would have missed the call.

"It's for you," she nudged Vince awake and after grabbing her robe, headed into the kitchen to make some coffee, leaving him to take his phone call in private.

Abby was almost half way through her mug of coffee by the time Vince finished his call. She didn't need to ask who it was to know that it was someone on the team – the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Vince looked as if his whole world was crashing down on him and Abby knew it was all her own fault, if only she'd killed O'Connor as she'd originally intended he wouldn't be going through all this.

"That was Leon, there's a team BBQ this evening and I need to meet him and Letty at the store, apparently they can't remember which salad dressing Mia prefers!" Vince really wasn't in the mood for sitting round at a family BBQ but he knew that if he didn't go he'd have to answer a barrage of questions he didn't have the answers to.

"Can I call you later?" Vince really didn't want to leave Abby; he had so many things he wanted to ask her but he wasn't sure where to start. Every time he thought of a way to ask her, his fear got the better of him. He desperately wanted to know more about the traitor on the team but in the same breath he didn't want to know. They were his family, yet they were betraying him – lying to him, hell someone on the team was trying to send him to prison.

"Sure, you can come over if you want, help me finish off the chocolate cake."

After Vince had left Abby called her ex partner Danny and brought him up to date on things. He still didn't have any further information on who the traitor on the team was but he promised to call her as soon as he knew.

The waiting was killing her but she knew that she'd know just as soon as Danny did, and Danny would know just as soon as his girlfriend knew. The FBI was playing it very close to their chest and the only people in the LAPD that knew the identity of the informant were Brian and his Sergeant. If the waiting was difficult for her she could only imagine how Vince felt. She'd literally turned his world upside down the previous day and she knew that his life would never be the same again.

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Over on the other side of town Vince was living his own private nightmare – he'd arrived at the store to find Leon and Letty arguing over which salad dressing they should buy. Leon knew exactly which brand Mia had asked for but Letty wanted to try something different.

"For fucks sake, just get both of them." Vince couldn't understand why they were arguing over a bottle of salad dressing –neither of them liked salad anyway so it wasn't as if they were going to be eating it.

After paying for a cart full of bags of salad, French sticks, chips and popcorn Vince followed Leon and Letty back to the house. As per usually he'd ended up having to pay for everything and by then time he'd got back to his car Letty and Leon had already headed home.

Vince's bad mood got ten times worse when he pulled up at the house behind Leon and Letty. He'd no idea how he was going to face his friends knowing that one of them was betraying the others. It was with a heavy heart that he trudged up the driveway towards the back yard, where he could hear everyone laughing and having a good time. He desperately wanted to tell them what Abby had told him but he knew that if he did he'd never find out who the traitor was.

Vince was half way up the drive when he saw Brian was already there, helping Dom and Mia. There was no way he could sit down and play happy families at the BBQ if Brian was there so he decided to leave quickly, before he did or said something he'd regret.

Handing the bags over to Leon, he turned and walked away down the drive, calling over his shoulder that he'd be back later. Dom wasn't having any of it and insisted that he stay and help.

"Looks like you got all the help you need, Brotha." Vince couldn't believe that Dom had invited Brian to join the team BBQ; it had always just been a team event and so far as he knew the buster wasn't a member of the team.

As he reversed off the driveway all he could think of was getting away from there as quickly as possible. Living with the knowledge that someone from his family was a traitor was going to be a lot more difficult than he'd imagined.

5 minutes later Vince found himself parked on Abby's driveway, he wasn't sure why he'd headed straight for her house but he knew that she could help him.

Abby had just got out of the shower when she heard the roar of Vince's Maxima pulling up in front of her house. She quickly wrapped herself up in a towel and made her way to the front door. She was expecting him to be standing on the porch when she opened the door but there was no sign of him; he was still sitting in his car staring into space.

"Hey, V – are you coming in?" Abby wasn't sure if he would hear her from the porch but there was no way she was going outside dressed in what was effectively a hand towel. It was bad enough that V would see her ass if she turned round but she wasn't gonna give a free show to the entire neighbourhood.

Vince was abruptly shaken from his thoughts when a large, orange stuffed monkey landed on his windscreen. Abby had given up trying to get his attention by shouting at him so had grabbed the nearest non-breakable item and thrown it at his car.

"Was that you?" Vince had practically leapt from his car when the monkey bounced across his windscreen and was now toe to toe with Abby on her front porch.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me a big, tough guy like you is scared of a stuffed monkey?" Abby couldn't help laughing at the look on Vince's face – it was obvious he'd been shocked by the sudden arrival of the monkey and was now more than a little embarrassed at having reached for his gun to shoot whoever it was that had jolted his car.

"I wasn't scared, I was just surprised – I wasn't expecting to get attacked by a flying monkey"

"Well, that's what happens when you don't answer me – I did call you but you were miles away." Although Abby had found Vince's over reaction funny, she was worried about him. He'd been so distracted when he'd pulled up in front of her house and even now he wasn't really listening to what she was saying.

"Look, why don't you come in – you can tell me what's wrong whilst I get dressed." Abby had pulled Vince inside the house and into her room before he had a chance to argue. Pushing him down onto the bed she told him to sit and explain, whilst she headed towards her closet to grab some clothes.

"I got back to the house and he was there, hanging around as if he had a right to be there. The BBQ's are always a team event, no hangers on are ever invited yet he was there." Vince was glad that he'd come to see Abby, he knew that she'd make him feel better and watching her naked ass as she wandered around her room getting her clothes sorted out was certainly making him feel better.

"So what are you gonna do about it? And stop staring at my ass!" Abby had caught sight of Vince staring intently at her ass in her dresser mirror and whilst she enjoyed the attention she wasn't ready for a repeat of that morning.

"I don't know, I mean I can't exactly hide out here but I can't go back there either." Vince was more than a little frustrated – he didn't trust himself to be in the same room as Brian and not beat him to death but he knew that he'd have to face him sooner or later.

"Would you come back with me? I promise I won't hit Brian and Dom makes the best chicken you've ever tasted – please?" Vince was sitting on Abby's bed doing his best little boy lost impression as he asked her to come back to the fort with him. He looked so ridiculous that she instantly agreed – anything to get him to stop with the puppy dog eyes.