A/N: Okay so this is my first Four Brothers fanfic despite the fact it is my favorite movie in the whole world so go easy on me. The rating is mainly based on language, I say better to be safe than sorry. So please enjoy!

Chapter One

Bobby fumbled with his keys, he squinted at them. Okay maybe he had had a few too many drinks but who cared. He had had a hard day at work and deserved a good stiff drink afterwards. Or ya know maybe seven.

"No thanks," He was distracted by a female voice coming from the door to the bar he had just come out of.

"Come on girl, you know you want it." This intrigued Bobby, why he couldn't really say.

"No…stop it! Get off!" That was Bobby's queue. He left his car and started walking over to where the people were arguing. The girl was pushed up against the brick wall opposite the door to the bar. The guy was kissing her neck even though it was obvious she would have rather licked the pavement. He had her hands at her sides.

"I think she doesn't like that." The guy looked up at Bobby. He was a complete wanna be. His pants were down so low it was a defiance of gravity that they stayed up. He had a do rag on, incorrectly tied Bobby noticed, and an enormous hat on top of that. Still just to be safe Bobby slipped his hand in his pocket and gently put on his favorite brass knuckles.

"Who asked you white boy!" Who was this kid calling Bobby boy when this kid looked like he was younger than twenty.

"Now look I think you should leave before your mother starts to worry." The guy snarled. It took all Bobby had not to burst out laughing. But the humor of the situation soon vanished when the guys hand went back to the back of his pants. Now Bobby was still new to Brooklyn but in Detroit that almost always meant someone was gonna get shot so before the guy could pull a pistol Bobby hit him in the chin.

Bobby had been inching closer, so the guy wouldn't notice but if it should come to that Bobby would be within arm's reach. The guy fell flat on his back out cold. "Huh," Bobby shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the girl, she was shaking. She was sitting on the ground with her knees bent in front of herself with her arms around them. Bobby flexed his fingers as he observed her.

She was pale, from the attack or just her natural complexion Bobby couldn't say. Her hair was jet black but there were no signs of colorings. She had to have the biggest eyes known to man and they were a shocking blue grey. Bobby offered her his hand once he had removed the brass knuckles. She looked at it warily for a while before taking it, Bobby helped her up. She was about 5'7" just shorter of his 5'11". She looked at him, she was only about eighteen.

"Thanks," Her voice was still slightly shaky as she glanced at the unconscious attacker. She was wearing a small black leather skirt and white blouse with a small red tube top underneath, with stiletto heels. It was apparent that she waitress in the bar.

"Don't mention it." Bobby turned and headed back to his car. Obviously not keen on the idea of hanging around her attacker until he woke up she followed him.

"Is this your car?" He looked at her.

"Yes,"

"You sound drunk you shouldn't drive." He raised his eyebrows.

"Well fuck the duck really?" She scowled.

"Really," She glanced over his shoulders and her eyes went the size of dinner plates. "Shit!" Bobby turned around to see the guy get up. He was now surrounded by about eight other guys.

"Dude, what happened?" One of the group asked. The guy looked around obviously a little dizzy. He seemed to come back to himself and looked over at where Bobby and the girl were standing.

"They attacked me!" The group turned on Bobby and the girl.

"Shit." Before Bobby could get in the car the girl grabbed his hand.

"No, follow me." She took off; the group was coming closer amazingly fast.

"Fuck!" Bobby turned and ran following the girl. She looked back at him.

"Come on!"

"I am coming!" She turned a corner; Bobby followed her to find a dead end. "Oh this really helps." She looked at him.

"Give me a boost." He shrugged and linked his hands together. She stepped on them and reached of the fire escape ladder on the side of the building; once she had it she jumped off Bobby's hands and lowered it with her body weight. "Come on." She started to climb, and Bobby didn't feel like waiting behind to find out if the guys would talk this out reasonably.

Now Bobby wasn't one to run away from a fight, but since he was slightly intoxicated and he was out numbered and he had left his gun at home he was willing to avoid a full confrontation.

The girl screamed as a bullet flew past the side of the fire escape. "Hurry!" Bobby yelled.

"I am going as fast as I fucking can!" She yelled down. It seemed to take an eternity of stairs before they reached the roof. Once Bobby had made it over the railing she was already half way over the roof. Bobby followed her until she reached the gap between the building they were on and the next one. She cleared the five foot jump. She stopped and turned to look at Bobby. He had stopped. He hated heights.

"Come on!" Why she didn't just leave him boggled his mind.

"Fuck it; I'll fight my way out."

"Like hell you will, jump!" Bobby could hear the gang coming up the fire escape. "There is seriously something wrong with me." He said to himself as he backed up a couple of feet and then ran to make the jump. As he cleared it, the gang clambered onto the roof.

"Shit, come on." She pulled Bobby up and they both ran into a door that lead into a beige hallway of an apartment building. "Follow me."

They ran down the hallway until they reached another hallway that went left or right. She stopped dead in her tracks making Bobby run clear into her. "Just a sec," He was about to scream what was she doing when she took of both her shoes and threw them down the left corridor and then headed down the right. She stopped and turned to see Bobby wasn't moving. "Come on!"

He followed her until she reached a doorway, she instantly heaved on the door until it opened and closed it as she dragged Bobby inside. She locked the door and leaned against it panting.

She looked at Bobby who was doubled over clutching his sides. He hadn't run so fast since he was eighteen and still living at home when Angel decided they should start tagging stuff and got caught by the police.

"My name is Amelia Martin,"

"Bobby Mercer."