By the time Toretto led us in through the downpour into the tiny house, I was freezing, especially because I had on wet bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. He opened the door for us like a gentleman and pointed me down a hallway towards a closed door that had to be the bathroom with an amused smirk. I was turning to dart down there when I noticed movement from the chair in front of the TV.

It was Letty. She was sprawled in the chair with her feet pulled up under her and her elbows propped on her knees like a child. She had on a grease-stained wife-beater and shorts that looked threadbare and a million years old. Her hair was thrown on top of her head in a clip and it looked like an absolute rats' nest. Her boots were tossed carelessly in front of the TV. The woman was chaos.

"Dom, we might have to back up our timeline. That hurricane's going to be coming right for us in the next few days."

Her words hit me in the gut.

"Shit," I blurted without thinking.

They were here for a job. Of course, they were here for a job. I was so stupid. Why was I so off my game that I had not even thought about that possibility?

Letty's head jerked my direction. Her eyebrows raise in surprise as she looked me over. The corner of her lips twitched as her lips twisted. I was expecting it to turn into a sneer, but instead, it turned into a smile.

"Look who's still around. You still taking a break from insurance sales?" She asked. I glanced from her to the television screen. The handsome weatherman was pointing at an animation of a colorful, swirling blob that was spinning towards the coast.

"I"m clearly not taking a break from my meteorology job," I replied back.

"Weren't you curious about why your swanky villa was so cheap?" She asked, turning back to the TV.

"Yeah, but I was more expecting someone to have strangled a hooker in the bathroom than a hurricane coming straight for us." She snorted.

"You got a fucked up sense of humor for a counselor." She told me.

"All the more reason for me to take a nice long break." She looked back at me and I saw some sort of understanding cross her face.

"You can't stay in your villa with this." She motioned to the swirling blob of purple. I moved closer. She motioned for the arm of the recliner and I gingerly sat on it.

The rapid Spanish the meterologist was speaking didn't make sense to me, but I could tell the path of the storm from the graphics. The boys got tired of watching us and started getting something ready to grill. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts and the weather report, I barely registered them stepping off to the covered porch to light the grill.

They were planning a job, but what was it? They had been hijacking trucks, but Sayulita wasn't the type of town that was going to be getting high dollar shipments. Or was it? There was some money here with some of the big vacation homes, but what was worth stealing?

I hazarded a glance at Letty. She felt my eyes on me immediately. She turned her head and apparently saw my lack of pants for the first time. Her eyebrows shot up.

"We were at the beach." I defended. She snorted.

"Bathroom's back there." She pointed for the closed door.

I picked up my bag and started walking down the hall. The house was small, but clean, which must have been Torreto because I couldn't see Letty being domestic at all. The thought of huge Dominic Toretto pushing a vacuum cleaner entertained me for a second as I shut the door and stripped off my wet bathing suit bottoms and shirt. I heard the door open and Toretto's deep voice talking to Han in hushed tones.

"You need to warn me before you bring your pussy to the house." I heard Letty say. I gritted my teeth at that nickname.

"Sorry. The rain canceled my other plans." Han answered sarcastically. I could picture him shrugging.

"We need to talk about the plan." Toretto's voice was muffled because it was so deep. If my ear hadn't been pressed to the door, I wouldn't have caught a word.

"You're the one that invited her for dinner." Han reminded amicably. I felt a twist in my chest that had no reason being there. "I'll drop her at home after."

"You need to drop Dorothy back off in Kansas. She doesn't have a clue. You need to tell her to go inland" Letty replied.

"She has a lot on her mind." Han defended.

"Is she a cop?" Letty asked.

"She's not a cop." Toretto replied.

"You don't have the best judgement when it comes to cops." Letty spat. I sucked in a breath when I realized they were talking about Brian. I started pulling on my real clothes so they wouldn't realize I had been in the bathroom entirely too long. I didn't know what they'd do to cops after Brian.

The conversation had hit a lull anyway. When I walked out, Letty was tossing plates on the table and Han was opening beers. Toretto was off to the side putting the finishing touches on some chicken with barbeque sauce. No one really acknowledged me as they took their seats at the tiny table. Knowing my place was next to Han, I saw beside him and Letty. Unfortunately Dom was directly across from me.

His dark eyes were different than the pictures in his FBI file. I wasn't prepared for that. They were much more intelligent and deep. I could see the emotion behind them. He looked so much more human. If I was going to call the FBI, I didn't need to see him as human.

"Let's eat some grub, man." Letty broke me out of my thoughts as she tossed an ear of corn on my plate.

"Let's eat." I agreed with a forced smile as I chunked one on Han's plate as well. Toretto was a little more polite when he gently placed the last one on his plate.

"We say grace before meals in this house." He said with a warm.

"It's been a while, but I've done that a time or two." I said brightly. It rung hollow in my own ears, but no one at the table reacted. Han and Letty reached for my hands like I was an old friend.

I don't remember the words of Toretto's prayer to bless the food, I just remember that it was short and sincere and I could barely hear it over the pounding of my heart. I had to turn him in to the FBI. I should do it tonight, before they stole whatever they were planning on stealing.

"Something wrong with the chicken?" Han asked when I wasn't eating. I faked a laughed.

"I'm honestly too tired to be hungry right now." Letty swiped a wing off my plate without asking. I shrugged. If I tried to eat that, I would have puked.

"Han keeping you up?" Letty asked with a grin. Toretto's face lit up in a smile at his girlfriend's jab. He turned and looked at her like she hung the moon in the sky.

"Honestly, I haven't slept that great in a while." I answered honestly.

"Did your one of your patients decide to off themselves?" Letty asked carelessly. I sent her a horrified look and she gave me an apologetic smile.

"No, they decided to stalk me." I answered without thinking.

"Well, Mexico's a good place to get away." Toretto broke what was sure to be an awkward silence.

I felt a supportive hand slide onto my thigh from Han. I glanced at him expecting to see some sort of lust in his expression, since I was apparently his "pussy" while he was in Sayulita, but he kept eating and never looked up.

I slid my hand on top of his. In spite of the situation and all of my thoughts about it, I found the gesture comforting. For the first time in weeks, I didn't feel judged.

"It is. It looks like I'll be cutting my time here short, though."

The the rest of that statement should have been "because i'm going to turn you in", but I couldn't even think that way. The thought of home brought up a lot of anxiety. My chest felt heavy and tight just thinking about going back to LA. What was even there for me? It wasn't peace, that was for sure. Even being the agent that took down Dominic Toretto felt like a hollow victory.

"Mexico City." Han said without warning.

"It's nice this time of year." Toretto replied.

"Everyone should see it at some point." Letty threw in.

"There's a lot more than just that out there." Toretto supplied.

"Cuba's great. The Dominic Republic. Panama City. I've always wanted to see Rio." Letty added. Toretto nodded in agreement.

I felt a smile pulling at my lips despite myself. Han's hand gave my thigh a squeeze.I was being treated more like family than I ever was in my foster families and I'd known these people for a few hours.

"I guess booking somewhere away from the weather is not a bad idea." I replied.

"I'll help you pick a place tomorrow." Han said casually as he picked up the ear of corn I had thrown on his plate.

"How long are you staying here? Or do you live here?" I asked with the same casual tone. Letty and Han's eyes both cut to Toretto.

I was expecting some big coverup answer, but he just looked me dead in the eyes and shrugged.

"I've never enjoyed staying in one place."

"I bet you don't."

Z

There were a few ways to play this. The first was that I could call the FBI now. The pros: Dominic Toretto would be caught before he made another theft, it was a sure-thing arrest because I knew exactly where he was, and I would get a big bump in respect and status, which was something I was seriously lacking at the moment. The cons: Han was sound asleep in my bed and that would look bad, he would also get arrested, I didn't know anything about what they were after, and Brian might never forgive me for bringing down Toretto.

Some of those I could live with. Han and his friends saw me as his "pussy" for the trip, so it wasn't like I was throwing away some long lost love, especially since all I saw him as was sex. What I wasn't sure I could live with, was hurting Brian.

The second option was to keep watching them. The pros: I got to learn more about street racing from the best, I continued to have a warm body next to me, I learned the full extent of Toretto's plan before I called the FBI, and I had time to talk to Brian. The cons: there was now a change in the timeline and I could lose my lead.

Those cons I could for sure live with. I didn't want to ruin my FBI reputation with faulty information and Letty had made it sound like they were coming back after the hurricane. They seemed to be planning to relocate for the time being as well. I knew I had the tracking skills to not lose them. Han didn't suspect anything. If he did, he wouldn't have brought me to Toretto; he was too smart for that.

If I was being honest, there was also a part of me that didn't want this to be over. I'd had almost a week in paradise and it was the best I'd felt since the day I shot Ross. I couldn't go back to staring at the walls as they closed in on me. Not yet.

I'd risk losing the career making arrest before I went back to that.

One thing I knew for sure; I was smart and I could do this. If I played my cards right, I'd have my fun south of the border and then return home to the biggest bump my career had ever seen. Brain would eventually forgive me. I was willing to risk that too.

AN: I've had this 90% written on my computer for forever. I almost scrapped it because of the hurricane heading for Louisiana and Texas that's making landfall now. Be thinking about those areas, because it will be horrible