The Furious Wolf

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Fast and Furious in any way shape or form, they belong to their respective owners.

Commanderstarscream123: I guess you'll have to wait and see. As for the moment the vehicles that Six owns are the Muscle Cars that I mentioned a few chapters back and the Winter-class Prowler.

Slim A Lou Prime: I wouldn't say that he felt like it, more like he doesn't know how to stop himself after doing it for so long.

Jestalnaker94000: Agreed, Flass got what he deserved.

BurgerMann: Yes, I did use Google Translate. I really hope that I haven't butchered your language and if I have, I apologise.

Gdog1: I've been trying to start that story I'm just not sure how to start it off. After the Fall of Reach or have it like this one where Six and Dot are already back in time/in the Fast and Furious universe. And you're right, Six isn't accomplishing nothing yet. All he cares about is killing criminals, it's how he's coping after losing Noble Team, Kurt, and returning to ONI.

A Sleeping Moon: I'm glad you liked it, and they might. We'll just have to see.

Darth Revan1998: Cheers!

Guest: Well if you say so. Wasn't sure if I went a little overboard with his brutality since it resembles something that Emile would do to strike fear into his enemies rather than Six; but the endgame is to have him slowly revert back to his old self.

Darlok: Appreciate that. And don't worry, it will not take as long for Dom and the others to head to Six's as it did with the last version. As for the house, it's all a matter of perspective. Six thinks that it looks homely, whereas the others might think it looks bare.

Code Viper: If Six makes that connection then he'll probably do everything he can to protect the Shaw family...that might change however if one of the Shaws attacks his family then they'll be on his shit list.

Jericho: I've seen it and I LOVED IT!

AveryTheButler: Who knows, you might get your wish in the future.

Crème egg: Tom and Lucy might appear, three of the four surviving Beta Company Spartan-III's reuniting. And yes, try your hand at writing. I mean if I can do it anyone can.

xXKnow1NosXx: Yes I watched it and loved every second of it. I have to say though my favourite moment probably had to be the scene where Six is wearing a tattered cape and standing in the entrance of a cave as thunder and lightning go off in the back.

Unknown 425: If I told you what I had planned for Fast 2 I'd ruin the overall plot I have for it.


Chapter 8.


Driving down the busy streets of Los Angeles, Brian let out a loud yawn and rubbed his eyes as he drove the company van and headed to work; something that he found stupid. Who the hell went out on a Sunday anyway? The entire point of it was to do nothing and just sit back and chill for the day...and yet here he was about to waste more time at some crappy job he didn't even want.

Was he in a bad mood? Damn right he was! Not only had his car been destroyed by Johnny Tran and Lance Nguyen, something that he knew he'd have to explain, but once again Vince had stopped him from spending any time with Mia; something that was really beginning to piss him off. How long until he got it into his thick skull that she wasn't interested in him?

Brian's train of thought was interrupted when sirens suddenly went off behind him. Peering into the rear-view mirror, he saw an unmarked cop car flashing their lights at him making him pull over to the side of the road and switched the engine off.

"Show me your hands!" A booming voice ordered over the megaphone. Knowing the drill, Brian did exactly what he told him and placed his hands outside the window so they could see them. "Very good. Now, open the door." Again, following their instruction to the letter, he opened the door and cautiously stepped out onto the street. "Place your hands behind your head, face the front of the vehicle and walk backwards towards the rear."

Closing the door behind him, he slowly back up to the front of the cop car. "Two steps to your right. Stop right there." The voice instructed as Brian stopped in front of the trunk just as one of the cops came up behind him and started frisking him.

"What I do?"

"Shut up." The cop growled shoving his head forwards before returning to patting him down. "He's clean, Sarge." He told the now identified Sergeant who came over with a smile as the other cop cuffed him before he was escorted to the back of the cop car. As the door was opened his head was slammed into the top of the door leaving him lightheaded as he was thrown into the back of the car.

Fighting through the concussion, Brian waited until both the cops were in and the doors were closed before he lashed out. "You sonofabitch, Muse! You did that on purpose!"

"Sorry, Brian." Muse chuckled at the raging blonde. "I forget how tall you are."

"Bullshit!" Brian spat kicking the back of the seat in anger which only made Muse chuckle more.

"Alright, settle down you two." The Sergeant chided them both like children. "We didn't bring you in for a social call."

"If you needed to see me you could've called. What if someone saw us?"

"Which is exactly why we pulled you over." Tanner informed Brian as the car started moving. "As far as anyone is concerned you were pulled over for speeding."

"Since when did we start arresting people for speeding?" Brian asked rhetorically as he shifted in the seat trying to get comfortable as the handcuffs began rubbing into his wrists. "If word gets back to Dom we might as well kiss this operation goodbye."

"You're seriously overestimating his influence, Brian." Tanner stated as he looked out at the city. "Despite how he might view himself, Dominic Toretto is nothing more than a petty criminal in the grand scheme of things."

"Well that petty thug sure seems knows a lot of people." Brian commented from the back.

"Such as?"

"There were two that stuck out, Hector and Jericho."

"I'm going to assume that you're referring to Jericho Reach?" Tanner questioned peering into the mirror.

"Jericho never mentioned his last name, but if he's like seven foot and has scars across his face then yeah, that's him. Guessing you know him?"

"Little hard not to notice a guy going over two-hundred miles per hour on the freeway." Muse spoke up.

"Mia really wasn't exaggerating then." Brian muttered to himself recalling what she said about Jericho going easy on them all.

"He's 6'5." Tanner corrected him. "And yes, I know who he is. His file has come across my desk a while back."

"Really? What for?"

"There was a period of time where we thought that he might have been the Ghost." Tanner explained getting Brian full attention who sat forward in his seat to the extent that he was practically pressing his face into the grating. "However, after a thorough investigation we found nothing that would suggest that he is the vigilante.

"There must be something, I mean why else would his file cross your desk?" Brian pressed further. "As far as I know we haven't come close to figuring out his identity."

"And we still haven't. Like I said, Reach is clean." Tanner told him firmly. "The only thing that connects them is the fact that Jericho is Ex-Special Forces and it been speculated that the Ghost might also be too. However, like I said it's all speculation on our part...I'm more interested in knowing what he was doing at that race. From our reports ever since leaving the Military a year ago and buying a place outside the city he's seldom left it."

"Apparently he went to the café to grab something to eat yesterday, and Vince tried to fight him as he was leaving...Jericho then knocked him out." Brian told him, remembering the conversation he had with Mia when she dropped him home.

"Then Vince should consider himself extremely fortunate that was all he did."

"Meaning?"

"Let me put it this way, Brian. Not only has Jericho mastered the art of killing, but during his time in the Military he racked up so many kills you'd think he was playing a video game." Tanner informed him. "To be honest, because of his vast skillset and experience we've been thinking about bringing him in as a consultant to help us catch the Ghost."

"But how can you be sure that he's not the Ghost?" Brian argued as they pulled into a carpark. "We've been trying to nab this guy since he appeared and now, we've finally found someone that shares his skills. If Jericho isn't the Ghost, I'd wager he knows who is."

"What because he happened to be ex-military?" Muse asked him sarcastically shaking his head.

"No, because you said that Jericho left the Military a year ago." Brain shot back. "And who was it that first appeared a year ago?" He asked as they pulled up in front of a massive penthouse that was boarded off by curved walls. "Don't you think that's a bit of a coincidence?"

"Actually, it's one of the reasons why I first started investigating him." Tanner admitted as he got out of the car along with Muse, the latter who opened the backdoor to let Brian out. "But as I said, Reach is clean."

"How can you be sure, Sarge?" Brian asked refusing to back down. This was the fricking Ghost they were talking about. The Ghost! The bloodthirsty vigilante that had been on an relentless, merciless killing spree over the last year butchering every criminal in sight. To put it simply, they were a fucking lunatic that needed to be stopped and brought in to answer for his crimes. Now granted from the brief conversation they had; Jericho didn't seem like that but looks could be deceiving.

"Will you take these damn handcuffs off?! Shit, you always do them up too tight, Muse!" Brian demanded as he was pulled from the car.

"I like realism." Muse smirked as he turned Brian around and undid the handcuffs.

"And to answer your question, Brian. The reason I'm certain that Reach is not the Ghost is because last night he was in San Francisco." Tanner informed him as they headed through the gates that led into the penthouse. "So, unless he knows how to be in two places at once."

"He was in San Francisco?" Brian questioned as he followed Tanner. "What was he doing there?"

"Hunting down a corrupt detective that has been trafficking weapons and supplying criminals all over the state." Brian wasn't surprised in the slightest when he said that. If there was one positive thing he could say about the Ghost then it was the fact that he didn't discriminate. "One Detective Arnold Flass was found broken and bloodied at the docks, and his illegal activities were leaked to every major news station in America."

"Not dead?" Brian sounded sceptical. The only people that were left unharmed were civilians, the Ghost having some sort of moral code when it came to them; everyone else however was fair game.

"No, not dead...although I'm sure he wishes he was right now." Tanner grimaced as they walked across the bridge that ran through middle of the swimming pool.

"Well, that makes a first." Brian commented. "If this Flass is still alive he should be able to tell us something."

"Unfortunately, it's going to be a little hard to get anything out of him."

"Why?"

"Because the Ghost cut his tongue out, that's why." Tanner revealed disturbing Brian. " Not only that but when the San Francisco Police Department arrived them found him dangling from a crane in the centre of the docks with his legs broken, which according to the press were practically hanging off when they found him; he'll be lucky if they don't amputate."

"Maybe it wasn't the Ghost?" Brian suggested as he crossed the bridge. "Have you ever known him to cut someone tongue out before?"

"No, this is the first time I've heard about it." Tanner agreed as they reached the front door. "Which means that his methods are only continuing to get worse and worse. Makes me wonder how long it's going to be until he starts targeting civilians that get in his way." He murmured as he pushed the doors open and stepped into the penthouse that the LAPD had confiscated and using as their base of operations.

"Okay, here he is. Fresh from Toretto's hot rod heaven." Tanner announced as the three of the stepped into the penthouse that was filled with people that were either working on the computers, going through files, examining surveillance photos, or answering the phones that were ringing continuously. Along the walls were also the profiles of the suspects they believed were responsible for the series of hijackings; the most notable being Dom, Letty, Leon, Jesse, Vince, and Johnny Tran and his team.

"That was an $80'000 vehicle, officer." A voice criticized cutting through the noise of the room as Special Agent Bilkins walked past them getting a dirty look from Brian.

"I've got an idea, instead of jumping down my throat like always how about you go and ask Johnny Tran what happened to car?" Brian retaliated sick of him always belittling him every chance he got.

"Kid giving me attitude. Doesn't speak well for Police-FBI relations, Tanner." Bilkins said coldly, promptly ignoring Brian who scowled.

"See?! I can't even walk through the door without the guy on my..."

"Alright, alright, alright, ALRIGHT." Tanner did his best to calm Brian before he said or did something he'd regret. "We'll talk, okay? Let's talk about it. Muse, why don't you make us four iced cappuccinos." He asked Muse who was sitting in front of the computer before wrapping his arm around Brian and pulled him away.

"Regular or decaf, Sarge?" Muse called after Tanner as he, Brian, and Bilkins started walking into the other room to speak in private.

"Decaf, I think."


Once things had settled down between Brian and Bilkins, the three of them were sitting around a table in one of the empty rooms discussing the operation. "Four hijackings in two months, and we still have nothing." Bilkins said pacing around the room. "The DVD Players, TV's, and Digital Cameras alone are worth $1.2 million...which brings the grand total to $6 million plus."

"We're in the political crosshairs now, Brian." Tanner remarked gravely. "It's why you're undercover."

"You want that Detective badge fast, kid. And you know what? The FBI can help with that." Bilkins informed Brian as he patted his shoulder. "If you come through for us." He added as he continued to pace around the room.

"What does the truck driver say?" Brian asked as he took a sip of his cappuccino.

"He gave us the same MO's. Three Honda Civics, precision driving, and the same neon green glow underneath the chassis. Lab also says the skid marks also came back the same...Mashimoto ZX tires. So, we know it's somebody in the street-racing world."

"If we don't make this case soon the truckers are going to start taking matters into their own hands."

"And we've already got one vigilante running around, we don't anyone else following his example." Tanner said as soon as Bilkins was finished.

"Exactly!" Brian exclaimed. "Which is why I don't get why we're wasting time on some hijackers when we should be hunting down the Ghost."

"Would you forget about the Ghost?" Tanner sighed rubbing his eyes. "You have a job to do, focus on that."

"I am focused!" Brian insisted. "I'm just saying we should be doing more to hunt him down. I mean, if we spent half as much time trying to stop the Ghost as we do on these hijackers, he wouldn't even be a problem anymore."

"We've been looking for him for over a year now, Brian." Tanner pointed out. "A year of searching and we still have nothing, less than nothing."

"And what about Jericho?"

"Jericho?" Bilkins inquired as he looked at the Sergeant clearly waiting for him to elaborate.

"Jericho Reach," Tanner clarified for him. "Someone we once suspected to be the Ghost due to his vast skillset and his past as a Special Forces Operative." He added before looking back at Brian. "And I told you he's clean."

"Then why is he so damn pale?" Brian challenged, again refusing to back down as he crossed his arms to make a point. "He looks like a ghost, pun intended." He smirked a little at his joke and continued. "I think it's because he sleeps all-day and comes out at night, and when does the Ghost come out? At night...has anyone ever reported seeing him during the day?"

"Kids got a point." Bilkins agreed with Brian, something that surprised the latter. It wasn't just the LAPD that were looking for the Ghost, practically every other Law Enforcement Agency were. Despite the crimes he had committed, they would've made a hell of a agent if they could convince him to work for them; and the promise of wiping his slate clean he was sure would sound attractive.

"The reason Reach is so pale is because he seldom leaves his home on account of his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Schizoid Personality disorder,"

"Schi-what?"

"In short it means that he's detached..."

"Detached? Detached from what?"

"Pretty much everything." Tanner replied soberly. "Also preferring to be alone, going out of his way to avoid social interactions, not desiring a relationship of any kind, an inability to enjoy himself, trouble relating to others as well as a long list of other symptoms...add in the fact that he watched his parents gunned down in from of him as a child, has no imminent family or friends whatsoever you will not find him working on his tan at the beach any time soon; that is why he is so pale."

"Jesus." Brian whispered. "Guess it makes sense why he barely said two words to me last night...and why he seemed so out of place." He added feeling sorry for him. On the plus side, he wouldn't have to worry about him making a move on Mia...great, even he thought he sounded like a dick.

"He was at the race last night?" Bilkins questioned getting a nod from Brian.

"Yeah," Brian confirmed. "He not only took part in the race but even beat Toretto."

"Interesting." Bilkins murmured upon learning that bit of information. Clicking his fingers, he pointed at the Sergeant. "You seem to know this Reach character quite a bit, do you reckon he could be involved in the hijackings?"

"Do I think that he could pull it off? Sure, easily without a doubt. But do I think he's involved? No, not a chance. Jericho has no friends, and the people he trusted are long since dead. If his old team were still alive, they'd all be prime suspects, but it's just him now." Tanner vouched for the retired soldier. "Reach has already been through enough, let's not add to his load by accusing him of a crime I know he didn't commit."

"Fair enough," Bilkins back down. "Just find me something that I can use." With those final words said he left and headed back to the main room where the rest of the officers were busy working. Following suit, Brian and Tanner left the room and headed back outside to speak in private and get some fresh air.

"Is Harry cooperating?" Tanner asked as they both stepped outside and out of earshot of the others allowing them to speak in private.

"Yeah, like a guy that's gonna do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn't."

"And kind of vibe is he getting from Toretto?"

"He's scared to death of him, but he doesn't think he's jacking trucks in his spare time, either. He's too controlled for that."

"Wait. Not that I want to contradict Harry's fine judge of character...but Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death." Tanner pointed out. "He's got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him." He warned before he tried to walk away only for Brian to stop him by placing his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna need another car."

"Alright," Tanner agreed to the request. "Anything in particular?"

"A Muscle Car."

"Muscle?" Tanner repeated questionably. "Since when do you drive Muscle Cars?"

"I don't. But it's not for me...I promise it's for the case." Brian insisted before he could say anything else regarding the matter. "You know I wouldn't ask otherwise."

"Fair enough," Tanner accepted before walking away getting a sigh of relief from the blond officer. While Tanner might have trusted Jericho that didn't mean that he did...at least not yet. Despite what he said, he had a gut feeling that Jericho knew something about the Ghost. While it was true that it would've been impossible for him to be in San Francisco, who was to say that the Ghost wasn't in fact Ghosts?

It would certainly make sense how the vigilante appeared in so many locations around the globe, if the rumours were to be believed of course. If he could earn both his trust and friendship then maybe he could get him to reveal something. Not only that but if he showed Dom that he was a man of his word he would earn his trust too, two bird with one stone.


Mia opened her eyes only to be blinded by the intense sunlight that bled into her bedroom through the drawn curtains that she realized that she had forgotten to close the night before. She entertained the idea of falling back to sleep to get a little more shuteye, feeling that she deserved it after working six days a week in store, not only that but also had to help out in the garage as well as studying to be a doctor.

However when she looked over at her alarm clock and saw the time she grimaced upon seeing how late it actually was.

10:20 AM.

Throwing the covers to one side and climbing out of bed, Mia lifted her arms above her head and stretched exposing her tanned midriff as her nightshirt lifted above her navel and smiled as a shiver ran down her spine. Letting her arms fall to her side, she made a beeline for the door dreading what was waiting for her on the other side; a feeling she often had the morning after a night of partying...mostly because it was her that was left to clean the mess up.

Pulling the door open, she wasn't even surprised when she saw the state of the landing. Empty beer cans, bottles, leftover food, and beer stains...at least she really hoped that they were beer stains. It would not be the first time that she had to clean up...she shuddered and quickly purged that memory from her mind.

Carefully stepping over the stains making sure not to step in any, Mia made her way along the landing and headed down the stairs and into the living room to see that it was somehow even worse than upstairs making her sigh. Running her fingers through her thick brown hair, she took a second to process the mess before sighing and walked through the front room and into the kitchen and felt like crying when she saw the state of it.

There were empty bottles everywhere. On the counters she saw beer cans that had been left there and knocked over, spilling alcohol all over the side that dripped onto the floor leaving a large puddle that she knew from experience was going to leave the floor sticky and smell for days, even after she cleaned on. The table in the middle of the room wasn't much better either.

Bypassing the table that was littered with empty bottles, cans, and cigarette butts, she walked over to the draw and pulled out the black bags. Tearing one from the rest, Mia felt her temper rising with each passing second as she aggressively threw the bottles and cans into the bag as she started the tedious task of cleaning the kitchen; once again on her own.

While she had never exactly been enthusiastic about cleaning the house after a party, the fact that she didn't get to enjoy herself probably added to her sour mood. After Dom had rounded on Vince, Leon, and Jesse for running back to the fort instead of having his back, he disappeared upstairs with Letty to unwind, she had been forced to deal with Vince and Brian.

She was hoping that after Jericho had knocked Vince out he would think twice about starting another fight, especially since it had only been a few hours beforehand that he had regained consciousness. Alas, if there was one thing that Vince seldom did then it was think. Whether it was the drink or the fact that Leon and Jesse were quick to back him up, he was ready to scrap with him once again.

Quickly intervening, she pulled Brian away before the two of them could destroy the house in yet another fight to prove who was tougher and who would ultimately get her as if she was some sort of reward for the victor to claim. She wasn't blind, nor was she stupid. Subtly had never been Vince's strong suit; and he had made it very clear from pretty much day one that he liked her.

For years she had rejected his advances, kindly trying to let him down gently hoping that he would get the hint...not only did she have a rule about not dating her brothers' friends, but she also just didn't find Vince attractive, neither physically nor personality wise. Most of the time he acted like a mindless brute, a bully that picked on any man that spoke to her.

He had done it all through high school, any guy that entered the store, with Brian, and most recently with Jericho; although clearly, he had bit off more than he could chew with the latter. Speaking of...She was still disappointed that he didn't come to the party, she had been hoping to learn a little more about him. Sure, she and the others had read his file but that only gave a summary of his life; mostly the worst parts of it.

She found him interesting, very interesting.

He was just so different from the other men in her life. He wasn't arrogant, didn't speak about every woman he had slept with like it was a competition, granted their conversations had been rather limited during the time she had known him...regardless, he didn't strike her as the kind of person that slept around; after all he hadn't made a move on her when they had been alone and he had plenty of chances to do so, she even teased him about it.

Then there was his dry wit which she found quiet refreshing...even if she had a feeling that Jericho used it to mask how he really felt. He had lost everything he had ever loved. She couldn't even imagine what that must have felt like. Like him she had lost her parents at a young age, but at least she still had Dom and Jacob after they died...he had no one and was thrown into an orphanage.

Then there was the fact that he was suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, not only from watching his team die but she was sure that his parents' deaths must have played a large part in it too. His entire life just seemed to be filled with nothing but tragedy and heartache. She was pulled from her thoughts regarding Jericho when she heard movement coming from upstairs. Clearing the table of crap, she placed the bag on the ground before grabbing a cloth and spray from under the sink just as Letty entered the kitchen.

"Sup, girl." Letty greeted sluggishly rubbing her eyes as he stepped into the kitchen, not even noticing the mess as he walked over to the counter and grabbed the kettle and filled it up.

"Hey," Mia smiled back as she sprayed the table and started wiping it down. "Where's Dom, still asleep?" She asked as Letty placed the kettle back on the stand and flipped the switch.

"He's not down here?" Letty asked as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

"Does it look like it?"

"No idea then." Letty shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed the sugar and coffee jars and set them down on the counter.

"You don't know?"

"I'm not his mother, I don't keep tabs on him." Letty drawled as she placed her hand on the counter then immediately yanked it back upon feeling how sticky it was. "Guess you're not cleaning this today?"

"I'd be extremely worried if you were his mother." Mia remarked before throwing the cloth at Letty, hitting her in the face. "Also, despite what you all think I'm not your personal maid! You clean it up!"

"Chill, I was just messing." Letty said raising her hands in mock surrender before grabbing the spray. "Guessing you got up on the wrong side of bed this morning." She murmured as she wiped down the counter.

"No, actually." The brunette retorted hearing her clearly as she continued to throw the empty bottles and cans into the binbag. "I'm just tired of being the only one that cleans the house when people turn it into a pigsty." She informed her. "I didn't even make the stupid mess." She grumbled making Letty roll her eyes seeing that she was in a mood.

"What're you talking about? You drunk just like everyone else...

"Oh, no I didn't." Mia snorted looking back at Letty. "While you and Dom disappeared upstairs for the night, I was trying to stop Brian and Vince from killing each other."

"Well that's on you then." Letty voiced indifferently. "You should've just let the two get it out of their system."

"They've been fighting for weeks and still haven't gotten it out of their system." Mia pointed out as she threw another bottle into the bag.

"And they won't until you make up your mind." Letty told her as the kettle boiled. "Want one?" She asked changing the subject as she started making a coffee for herself.

"There is nothing to make my mind up about." Mia informed her, her voice rising slightly. "I don't date Dom's friends, and that's final!"

"Yeah, but maybe you could make an exception for Vince? You know he's got it down bad for you." Letty stated before looking at her. "And you never answered my question."

"Sorry, I'd love one." Mia smiled. "And I really couldn't care less if he's got it bad." She told her using finger quotations getting a smirk from the Latina. "Even if I was remotely attracted to Vince, I'm genuinely not attracted to bullies, and he most definitely fits that category."

"That's a bit of a stretch."

"Oh, please! Whenever a guy comes into the store, he sees it as a chance to prove how tough he is." Mia said mockingly. "And each time it ends the same way, Vince acting like an ass and biting off more than he can chew and Dom having to bail him out." She vented as Letty placed the mug on the table. "Thanks."

"It's part of his charm." Letty remarked defending Vince.

"Not the word I'd use." Mia snorted as she sipped on her coffee.

"Aren't we bitchy today?" Letty smirked playfully. "And why not get with Scar-face?" She asked getting a bewildered look from Mia.

"Scar-face?" Mia repeated before tutting realizing who she was referring too. "His name is Jericho."

"Scar-face, Gigantor, Jericho, whatever. With him around we both know Vince won't do shit. After getting the shit beaten out of him, Vince won't even make eye contact with the big guy."

"While I wouldn't be against getting to know Jericho a little better, I haven't even known him twenty-four hours yet..."

"Didn't stop you from jumping into his car." Letty pointed out. "Or spending time alone with him." She added with a smirk.

"I already told you nothing happened. We just talked...actually I did most of the talking." Mia admitted recalling the mostly one-sided conversation she had with Jericho. "He didn't really say much, not really, his thoughts always seemed elsewhere." She said thinking back to how he zoned out on her a few times.

"Which is why you should've grabbed the bull by the horns and fucked him when you had the chance." Letty stated bluntly making Mia choke on her coffee. "You would've been doing him a solid. He needs to get out of his own head, you need to get laid, two birds with one stone." She finished with a shrug not seeing what the problem was.

"If you care so much, why don't you give him a solid?"

"If Dom and I weren't together I'd be game." Letty confessed getting a look from Mia. "Don't give me that look, girl. He's hot, let's not pretend otherwise. Add in the fact that he knows how to race, drives that beast of his, and could probably kill us all with nothing but a pencil only adds to that. But don't worry, I'm not gonna steal your man from you." She teased with a smirk.

"Somehow I doubt Dom would be happy to hear that." Mia commented pulling Letty from her thoughts. "And just for the record, Jericho is not my man."

"Not with that attitude." Letty snorted. "And if Dom is allowed to flirt and wrap his arms around every hussy that wants to play with his dick," Mia wrinkled her nose, clearly too much information for her liking. "Then I can point out when I think some guy is hot. And just a heads up, you best pull your finger out before it's too late. Now that there is a new King of the Streets, the hussies are gonna want his dick...and nobody wants sloppy seconds."

"After everything he's been through a relationship is probably the last thing he wants." Mia pointed out as she continued to clean down the kitchen, which she noticed she was doing on her own once again.

"Who the hell said anything about a relationship?" Letty asked incredulously. "I'm talking about fucking him."

"I know what you're talking about." Mia said holding back a laugh. "But I don't make a habit of sleeping with people I don't know."

"But you do know him." Letty disagreed. "In fact, you practically know every single thing there is to know about him."

"I know things about his life, not him personally." Mia corrected as she threw more bottles into the bag.

"Same difference."

"Not really." Mia disagreed with her. However, before she could say any else on the matter, the sound of the front door opening pulled her attention. Seconds later she watched as her brother walked into the living room rubbing his eyelids.

"Where have you been?" Mia asked Dom as he walked into the kitchen throwing his keys onto the table.

"Collecting the Mazda now that the heat has died down." Dom answered through a yawn as he walked over to the kettle. "And once I've had this, I'm heading off again." He told them both as he started making himself a coffee.

"Where the hell are you going?" Letty asked, although it sounded more like an interrogation as she glanced over her shoulder to look at her boyfriend.

"Jericho's."

"Wait, what?" Mia backtracked as she turned around to look at him. "You're going to Jericho?"

"Well since I can't see him coming around here any time soon, I thought that I'd just give him the Mazda in person." Dom stated as he went into the fridge and pulled out the milk. "Hopefully he'll give me a lift back into the city." He added absentmindedly as he poured the milk into his coffee and began stirring it with a spoon.

"If not just jump in with us."

"Us?"

"You heard me. If you're going then so are we." Letty nodded as she thumbed to herself and Mia.

"We are?" Mia blinked owlishly after Letty had nominated them both to go to Jericho's home, not that she was complaining mind you.

"Damn straight." The Latina nodded once again. "Because you didn't put out, the big guy ran off before I could see what was underneath the hood."

"It had nothing to do with me not putting out, actually." Mia corrected. Meanwhile Dom wished that he could be anywhere but there. The last thing he wanted to hear was whether or not his sister put out. "I invited him in when he brought me home and he declined saying that it wasn't his scene then left."

"Or maybe he was embarrassed that none of his moves were working on you. After spending so long in the Army he bound to be a little rusty."

"Jericho didn't try any moves on me." Mia said putting emphasis on move to get her point across. "If anything, he seemed to be tolerating my presence; like I said his mind always seemed elsewhere."

"And like I told you..."

"I'm not sleeping with someone just to keep them distracted." Mia silenced her with a glare.

"Why not? Not like you wouldn't get something out of it." Letty pointed out as Dom closed his eyes and attempted to tune them both out. "Besides, you haven't been laid for months."

"That's besides the point." She said before taking a deep breath. "And just for the record, a man and a woman can spend time together without screwing." Mia told her as she tied the bag up after filling it up as much as she could.

"I think I've heard enough." Dom groaned as he tried to purge the conversation out of his mind. "If you two are coming then hurry up and get dressed." He told them as he finished his coffee and grabbed his keys from the table.

"What's the rush?"

"It's Sunday." Dom promptly reminded his girlfriend as he moved into the front room. "And we've only got a few hours until the others get here." He added.

"What about the house?" Mia asked gesturing to the mess.

"We'll sort it out when we get back. Now, would you both hurry up and get dressed?" Dom pleaded with them both as he fell onto the couch and switched the TV on.

"Yes, sir." Letty gave a mock salute as she walked past him and went upstairs with Mia following behind her as they both left off to get showered and dressed before they headed off to Jericho's to hand over the Mazda to the new King of the Streets.


And cut! Well, here's the next chapter for The Furious Wolf, I hope you all enjoyed it even if it was mostly a filler and Six wasn't actually in it. But rest assured, he will be in the next chapter when the others finally go to his place.

I thought that I would do a little world building compared to the last version where nobody suspected Six/Jericho of anything. Six's civilian persona exhibits all the skills that the Ghost has displayed so I couldn't think of a reason why the LAPD wouldn't suspected him. But thanks to the Prowler allowing him to be across the country/world when Jericho is meant to be at home, he has taken the heat off himself.

Whether Brian will unearth his real identity remains to be seen.

Not much else to say other than I hoped you all enjoy it.