Author's Note: Another request short. Their teenage daughter is brought home by the cops for drag racing at the tracks. I sort of hemmed and hawed over this one a little. I thought Dom would be the stricter parent than Letty about a lot of things, but I also think that yelling at your kid for something you did is kind of hypocritical and I think he'd acknowledge that. So hopefully it comes across as realistic. Enjoy!

A Warning

It was after 2 am on a Friday night when the doorbell rang. Now, there was certainly a time in Dom's life when he would have been awake at that time of night, and sometimes he even still was. There'd been a lot of times when he wouldn't have even been home at 2 in the morning, but those times were now generally few and far between.

He didn't like to think about it as him getting more mature or responsible. But the truth of the matter was once you became a parent you started to have higher priorities than parties or street races, drinking with the boys or hitting the clubs. When it was a matter of having to go to bed before midnight to have to deal with 5 am wake ups and later 7:30 school bells.

So really, he shouldn't have been all that surprised when the doorbell rang at 2 am and it was his daughter's fault. Blinking into the darkness of his bedroom he stared up at the ceiling and wondered what had woken him up. Letty was curled on her side of the bed; sheets around her waist, bare back glowing caramel in the moonlight that filtered through the window. She either hadn't heard the bell or was feigning sleep until he dealt with it. He was willing to bet the latter.

The bell rang again and she turned her head to look at him, eyes liquid and dark in the faint light. "20 bucks says your daughter did something bad," she mumbled.

"My daughter? I'm pretty sure when she's bad it's all you, Let."

"Yeah right," she pressed her face into the pillow. "Aren't you going to go take care of that? I'm not dressed."

He stood up, smacking her bare ass so that she yelped and tugged the blankets up over herself. Grumbling he tugged on some pants over his boxers and pulled a t-shirt over his head as he headed down the stairs towards the front door. He pulled it open and stared warily at the uniformed police officer in front of him. The man was short, but stocky and broad-shouldered, a Latino man with close-cut hair and a faint scar along his jaw. He smiled disarmingly and Dom glanced past him to the patrol car parked in front of the house. He could see his daughter sitting inside it, sulking. He sighed.

"Mr. Toretto?" the man asked.

"Yeah. What'd she do?"

"We caught her and some other young people drag racing down by the train tracks," the officer explained, passing him a slip of paper. "The car's been impounded for the night. You can collect it tomorrow."

Dom groaned, running a hand over his face wearily. He didn't even want to look at how much it was going to cost to get the vehicle released. "All right. Thank you officer."

"Now, I could have held your daughter overnight in the county jail-" he began.

"Yeah well thanks for bringing her home, Officer," Dom interrupted carefully. "I assure you that her mother and I will deal with her."

The man frowned briefly, studying him. "I'll take your word for that Mr. Toretto. But if she gets caught again I can't guarantee leniency."

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied, his jaw set.

The officer turned and walked back to the car, letting the teenager out of the back. She hesitated by the side of the patrol vehicle, staring down at the sidewalk like she might rather stay there than go into her house and deal with her father. Dom couldn't say he blamed her all that much. The police man said something that spurred her into action and she hurried up the walk double-time, ducking into the doorway past him. Dom nodded towards the cop as he pulled away, and then tugged the door shut behind him.

His daughter was already halfway up the stairs. Very sneaky.

"No you don't," he said sharply, and she froze, staring down at her feet. "Get your ass back down here."

She turned and sulked back down the steps, still not looking up. Her long dark hair was a mess of waves falling in front of her face and her shoulders were sagging under the studded black leather jacket she wore.

"Look," he sighed after a minute. "I'm not going to lecture you on racing your car. It would be hypocritical as hell. But you really don't want to be pulling any overnighters at jail, do you?"

"No," she managed, glancing up at him warily.

"So if you're going to race, then stick to one race. Don't drag on an empty street in the middle of the night because you're going to get caught. Especially if you don't have someone scanning for police signals."

"Dad?" she squeaked. "What?"

He gave her a look. "Just don't get caught." He tossed the paper he still held in his hands at her. "And if you want your car back you're working at the garage every day after school and weekends for the next month."

"Dad!" She pouted, grabbing at the paper. "Weekends?"

"You think you get your car out of the impound lot for free?"

"Well… no."

"So, next time don't get caught."

She nodded glumly.

"Now get your ass into bed. You're up in time to get your car before we go to the garage at 10."

She groaned and trudged up the stairs. Dom sighed, cut the lights, and then followed, heading back to his own room. He stripped and climbed into bed. Letty rolled over to watch him.

"So?" she asked.

"Got caught racing at the tracks. Car's impounded."

"Shit," she muttered. "Not even 17 and she's already been escorted home by the cops."

He smirked, pulling her into his arms. "Yeah but at least we didn't have to drive down and bail her out or something."

"Yeah, yeah, give it a couple years," she muttered, yawning.

He could only smile and shake his head as he closed his eyes. "Let's hope not, baby. We're going to be the only criminals in this family."