Playing Games Chapter 15: The Flight, a fast and the furious fanfic

Chapter Fifteen

"We can't keep him here much longer, Sarge," Jones had said.

Tanner knew they had nothing on Martin. At least not enough to keep him overnight. Damn, they were so close to Toretto, yet so far.

He walked back to the cell where they held Vince.

"Alright, Martin, you're free to go," he said, pulling out his keys and unlocking the cell door.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Vince replied, shoving his way past Tanner.

"If you see Toretto," Tanner began.

"Go to hell," Vince commented, walking into the lobby.

Tanner followed him, only to catch a glimpse of him walking out the door.

"Back to square one," he sighed, walking into his office and shutting the door.

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Vince took a cab to where his car had been left, paid the cabbie, and got in his car. He had to get to Boston to warn Dom. He had to find Dom before they did.

Back at the restaurant, Dom was paying the bill and having them box up the food while Madison was still in the dark.

"Dom, will you tell me what the hell is going on?" Madison was getting frustrated.

"There's no time. We've gotta get out of here, now," he looked up at her with a tight-lipped look on his face.

Choosing not to piss him off anymore, she said nothing else, but followed him out. They got in his car and drove off.

He pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket, quickly dialed a number, and put the phone to his ear.

Christian's cell rang and he stared at it. Kyra was still with him and the only other person that knew the number was Dom. And the only time he called was if something was up.

He grabbed the cell and answered it.

"What's up, Dom?"

"Christian, get the hell outta there. Meet me at the safe house. Bring Kyra with you. I'm taking Madison there. Some shit's goin' on and I have a tip that says we should keep a heads up," was the reply. Then the line went dead.

"Hey, Ky," he called.

She popped her head out from underneath her car. She had been installing some lights under the chassis of her car that would emit a glow when she raced. She liked adding new things to her car.

"What's up?" she asked innocently.

"We need to get going. Dom's given us a heads up. Says he's got a tip. We're going to the safe house."

"Fuck. What kind of shit's going on?"

"He didn't say. Just says we should leave the nest," Christian answered.

They drove about thirty minutes before stopping.

"I gotta take a piss. You want anything to drink?" Dom asked.

"Yeah, a daiquiri would be nice," she replied.

Dom nodded and headed for the entrance.

"Oh, and Dom?" she called after him.

He turned around to look at her, hand on the door.

"Thanks for that lovely piece of information," she smiled at him.

He shook his head at her and entered the mini-store. He was starting to enjoy her company.

He hauled ass down the interstate.He took his eyes off the road long enough to grab his cell phone from the passenger's seat. He dialed the first number for Dom that popped into his head. He put it to his ear and listened as it rang. He hoped to God that someone answered.

She heard the beep of the cell phone and dug in her pocket until she found it. She looked at the caller ID feature that Dom had gotten and read the number: 970-555-2571. She didn't recognize it.

"Yeah," she answered.

Vince heard the same female voice he had heard when he had tried to reach Dom the first time.

"Yo, is Dom there?" he asked.

"Sorry, man. He's out somewhere. This V?" came the reply.

She had a very pleasant phone voice. He was looking forward to meeting her when he got to Boston.

"Yeah," he answered.

"You were the tip, weren't you?" she questioned.

"Dom obviously called you," Vince commented.

"Who are you, anyway?" Kyra was very curious. Whoever this guy was, he must be very close to Dom. Especially if after this guy's phone call Dom had told them to leave.

They were on the road again, but pulled off the interstate twenty minutes after and got onto a small background.

"So you never finished telling me exactly what you were doing in Boston," Dom commented.

"I told you, my brother seems to think you can help me out pulling off a job," Madison answered.

Dom pulled off the road and parked the car. He turned to her a little, looked her in the eyes, and took in her facial expression. It didn't waver. Just like Spilner's...wait, O'Connor's...hadn't when asked if he was a cop.

"I want a straight answer, right here, right now. Because I'm only gonna ask you once. Are you, or aren't you, Madison Steele, a cop? And don't bullshit me on this," Dom said, neither his voice nor his own facial expression wavering.

She had been facing him before, but now she faced the front and sat back in her seat, pissed that he felt he had to ask.

"I want an answer, Steele," he was getting pissed.

"What do you want me to tell you, Dom? Do you want me to say, yes, I am a cop? Well, Toretto, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm no cop," Madison said, still facing forward.

He touched her lightly on the arm and she pulled away.

"Look me in the eye and say it," he replied.

"What? Once wasn't enough?" When she looked at him, he could see the fire in her eyes once again.

When he said nothing, she sighed, then faced him, looked into his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Dom, whether or not you believe me is up to you, but I swear to you, I am not a cop."

He held her gaze for a moment before she let her eyes wander. He rested his hand on hers and she didn't pull away.

"Madison," he began and didn't say anything else until she looked at him.

"You do understand why I had to ask, don't you? It's for my safety as well as for the safety of Christian and Kyra. I can't have the same thing that happened with Sp...O'Connor, happen with you."

She nodded. She truly did understand. She had put herself in Dom's position and knew she would've wanted to know also. It was only fair.

Christian was in his car, listening to the radio, wondering who Dom's "tip" was.

He looked in his rearview mirror to make sure Kyra was still behind him. She was.

On the radio, he could hear Journey's "I'll Be Watching You". He sang along until he came upon the mini-store/gas station he and Dom usually stopped at. Not seeing Dom's car there, he figured Dom was further up ahead. At least he hoped so.

Brian's cell rang somewhere around four in the afternoon. He wanted to ignore it, but it refused to let him.

"Yeah," he answered, just like always.

"Any progress? Run into Steele again?" It was Tanner. If he was going to keep calling, Brian was going to have problems.

"Pulled Vince Martin in for questioning today," Tanner commented.

"Oh, really?" Brian tried to sound surprised.

"Trying to figure out where Toretto is. Have you run into him in Boston?"

Before Brian could think, he had already answered.

"No," he lied.

After hearing what he had said, he comprehended it. Well, he couldn't take it back now. They would question his loyalties.

"What about Steele? She pullin' any jobs in Boston, yet?"

"No. Boston's quieter than it's ever been, Sarge. Honestly, I don't think Steele's gonna pull anything. I don't know why she's our focus. We should be going after her brother, Jacob," Brian offered.

"Well, O'Connor, if you want to ignore direct orders, be my guest. No one knows where Jacob Steele is anyway. Just watch Madison, aight? Call me if there's anything to report."

The phone line went dead and Brian cleared his phone. It seemed to him that every time he got a call from his boss it pissed him off.

He grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out the door. He needed to take a drive.

In the back of his mind, Tanner's words kept playing like a broken record, "call me if there's anything to report".

"Don't be expecting a phone call, Sarge. There'll be nothing to report anytime soon," he mumbled under his breath.