Pairing: Eren/Mikasa & Hanji/Levi

Setting: Modern AU; Fast and the Furious Crossover

Words:3592

Rating: T (Minor language and sexual implications)

Notes: MidnightBlaze7 asked for a Fast and Furious crossover and damn I love those movies so I was more than happy to oblige :3 I mashed up some of the roles but some of them are the same based of the characters from the movies and I picked one of my favorite scenes to base it off of. I loved writing this one and tries to drop as much of the world as I could in the one fic. I hope you enjoy my guilty pleasures as much as I do xD Title is a quote from the first movie :3

Let's Go For a Little Ride

Jean was really unsure about this but his boss told him he didn't have a choice. After all, wasn't the whole point of his assignment was to get close to these people?

"No need to be nervous, buddy," Connie laughed from his spot in the passenger seat. "I know last night they all might've seemed kinda intimidating and well, terrifying to anyone who doesn't know them, but they're harmless."

Jean couldn't quite tell his newfound friend the reason he was nervous wasn't because he was afraid of these people but because he was an undercover cop walking right into the lion's den. "I dunno, Levi didn't quite look like he wanted to invite me to any barbecues anytime soon."

"Yeah, but he always looks that way," Connie shrugged. "But you'd know if he didn't like you. Trust me on that one. You seemed to make an impression on him or he would've never asked me to come find you."

Yeah, some kinda impression it had been. Jean was assigned to take the car he was issued, which was modded and designed with his help of course, to go participate in the underground racing world and of course, make an impression. Most of the people paid him semi-interest, mostly interested in the new blood as opposed to what he could do. The only person who really eyed him was Levi who despite his stature he was obviously the one person everyone respected; with the aura this guy gave out, Jean couldn't blame them. Levi was leaning up against one of his cars, at least Jean assumed, with a few people around him. One of them was Connie, who was tinkering under the hood of a nearby car. There was also a girl who he learned to be Sasha, talking up the car she was standing by to anyone who would listen. Surrounding Levi were three others one of which made Jean's heart skip and one made him grit his teeth in annoyance.

Jean had a hard time keeping his eyes off Mikasa from the moment he saw her sitting on the hood of the car and the red scarf she wore around her neck but the cocky smile on Eren's face as he leaned up next to her irritated Jean before he even knew the guy's name let alone before the bastard beat Jean. Armin, who was also with them and the only one who introduced himself, seemed to be fine and Jean couldn't understand for the life of him how Eren was supposedly his best friend.

"Take a left up here," Connie said, pointing to an intersection coming up.

Connie was the one who was sent to talk to Jean and introduce him to Levi. From there, Jean found himself in a race against Eren who Jean desperately wanted to beat even just to wipe that smug look off Eren's face; even more so when Jean saw how close Mikasa stood to Eren before the race started. It didn't quite turn out that way, though it was close and that must've been enough to make some kinda impression.

"Right up here," Connie said but Jean would have seen the line of cars parked on the side of the road and known anyways.

He parked behind the farthest car causing Connie to jump out before Jean even turned the car off.

"Hey, guys!" Connie hollered, walking down the sidewalk to a path that led to a yard next to a house. "I brought him!"

Jean locked the car before following Connie up the path, through a gate and into the neatest yard Jean ever saw; there didn't even look like there was a blade of grass out of place.

"Hey, Jean!" Sasha waved from her spot at the picnic table. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, thanks for the invite," Jean smiled back though he knew it must've been Levi who had the final say in the matter, but Jean didn't see him yet. The only other person at the table was Armin who was passing out plates around the table.

"Hey," Armin smiled giving a small wave himself. "Everyone else is bringing out the food. Some of the meat still has to get cooked, but it shouldn't be too much longer."

"No worries," Jean said. "Need any help?"

Connie already plopped himself down next to Sasha, whispering something that made the girl laugh.

Armin shook his head. "Sit down and relax, you're a guest."

Easier said than done. Jean was about to offer again but the back door to the house swung open.

"Okay, guys! I got hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken." A brunette woman who Jean hadn't seen the night before was carrying a large tray towards the grill. "Sound good?"

Connie and Sasha cheered as the woman placed the tray down turning to face them. She must've caught sight of Jean because her face brightened up.

"Hello!" she said clapping her hands together. "You must be-"

"Hanji!The tray!" Armin called pointing behind the woman.

"Whoops!" Hanji reached back to push the tilting tray back on the side of the grill. "Levi would've murdered me if that had fallen. Thanks, Armin." She turned back to Jean, walking the short distance to meet him. "Jean, right?" She held her hand out to him.

"Yeah," Jean said, shaking her hand and her very tight grip of a handshake.

"I'm Hanji. My husband told me you were coming today so I made sure we had extra since Connie and Sasha could eat us out of house and home here."

Husband? Is what Jean wanted to ask but he figured that might be a little rude. He assumed she meant Levi but he didn't quite look like the type of person to have a wife at home. "Thank you so much for having me," Jean said instead. "It's nice to meet you. I don't think I saw you last night."

"Nah," Hanji said, making her way back to the grill and popping it open. "I like to work under the car, not in it. I trust Levi to take care of the kids, both human and mechanical."

Jean knew that had to be just a sentiment since she didn't look old enough to have kids his age.

"I like him," Hanji said, gesturing back towards Jean. "It's nice to have someone polite around instead of you oafs."

The three at the table made noises of disagreement.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." Hanji started popping meat onto the sizzling grill. "Armin, you're excluded."

Connie and Sasha started to protest again but they were grinning; it must've been typical.

"What're you brats going on about?" Levi's voice was very distinct and despite the fact they were nowhere near any races, his tone was exactly the same as it was last night.

"Hanji called us oafs," Sahsa said, though she couldn't get through it with a straight face. "Well, except for Armin."

"Well, it's the truth. Get off your asses and help bring this food out," Levi said, placing a bowl in the center of the table.

"Let them be, we've got it." The voice alone sent a jolt through Jean's body.

He looked over to the door to see Mikasa holding another bowl walking the short distance to the table. She looked just as pretty as she did last night under the dim lights, that red scarf still around her neck despite the summer heat.

"Hey," she smiled when her eyes met his. "Jean right?Glad you made it here okay."

Jean nearly felt his heart pounding in his ears. "Yeah, Connie was a good navigator."

"Yeah, so stop ragging on me, you all." Connie gave them a smug grin.

"Kirstein," Levi said, making Jean freeze a bit as he looked up to the head of the table. "Glad you could come." He didn't quite sound too glad but Jean was figuring out maybe that's how he was.

"Where's Eren?" Hanji asked. "He was supposed to be bringing me out the sauce I made last night."

"Eren!" Armin called towards the house. "Hanji'sgonna kill you if you're eating the sauce instead of bringing it to her again."

"That was one time!" the boy in question said as he pushed the screen door open, a covered bowl in his hands. "I was waiting for it to heat up a little on the stove." He placed it down next to the meat while Hanji swatted at his arm playfully.

Jean felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance but maybe last night was just how he held himself at races; he had to give the kid the benefit of the doubt.

"Eren Jaeger, you've lived with me since you were twelve years old." Hanji pointed her spatula at him. "Don't think I don't know when your fingers have been in something."

"My fingers haven't been in anything." He raised his hands in defense but Connie was already nearly doubled over in laughter.

"Are you sure about that?" Sasha snorted. "I'm sure M-"

"I didn't stick my fingers in the food," Eren said loudly, rolling his eyes.

"You did set yourself up for that one," Armin laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." Eren shoved Armin lightly. It seemed like that was also the first time Eren noticed Jean was standing there. "Hey," There was that grin again. "Come back for a rematch?"

Mikasa turned to head back to the house and Jean noticed he wasn't quite the only one who watched her go; he couldn't have held back if he wanted to. "Yeah, so I can beat you without cheap tricks this time."

"Themsfightin' words," Sasha said though she was still grinning. "You gonna take that, Eren?"

The brunette's eyes narrowed, his body language changing completely to something much more aggressive. "And just what are you implying?"

"Hey," Levi's voice snapped, making Eren look up. To Jean's relief, Levi was just looking at Eren. "Knock it off and stop picking fights with everyone you don't know. Braus, don't encourage him."

"Sorry, Levi," Sasha said giving him a meek smile.

Levi looked back to Eren before gesturing to the house. "Go help my sister in the kitchen."

Eren gave Jean one last dirty look before Eren turned and walked over to the door, disappearing into the house.

"Sorry," Armin said, sitting down on the bench of the table as he looked up at Jean. "He's a bit of a hot head if you couldn't tell."

"A bit?" Levi scoffed, walking over to where Hanji was still standing by the grill. "He's been throwing tantrums since the day I met him."

A strange silence settled over them, only the sound of the grill sounding in Jean's ears; obviously they all knew something he didn't.

"Levi, that was different and you know it. Leave him alone, he's a good kid," Hanji said, her tone just a bit softer.

Jean shrugged and gave them a smile, trying to ease the tension he had found himself in. "It's whatever really." What he really wanted to know was the comment about Levi's sister. Was there someone else here? Or was he referring to Mikasa? Jean saw the similarities between them but any info he could pick up the better. He felt a pang of guilt but he tried not to think about it. "So, do you all live here?"

"God no," Levi snorted. "They'd all be dead if they did."

"Levi loves us, really he does," Sasha deadpanned getting a laugh from Connie. "And we put up with all his excessive cleaning habits so he really should love us."

"It's just us." Hanji said gesturing to herself and Levi. "And Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. They've lived here since they were twelve but the others are here for everything but sleeping so it generally feels like more."

Jean wanted to ask why, but that seemed a little too personal for someone who was practically a stranger to ask. If the silence earlier indicated anything, it wasn't something anyone liked talking about. Besides, he didn't need all the info yet; the point was to grow close enough to get the information he needed and then…do what needed to be done. He shook his head, this was his job. Sure they were being nice to him but they were also doing illegal things, it was his job to put an end to that.

"Why haven't those two brought anything else out," Hanji said looking towards the door. "Levi, can you watch these for me. I'm gonna go see what's holding them up and keep bringing stuff out."

He nodded taking the spatula from her as she headed towards the door.

"I'll help," Jean volunteered as he headed to follow her; he was curious to see inside and more of Mikasa.

"Oh, Jean, you don't have to do that," Hanji said but Jean was already holding the screen door open for her.

"I hate feeling like I'm doing nothing when I was invited over," he smiled at her.

"Dammit," Connie sighed. "He's too smooth for us."

Jean stepped inside the house, following Hanji down a hallway that lead right to a large room he assumed was the kitchen. So far he didn't really see anything of use except that every spot of the house was pristine but when he stepped into the kitchen he really wished he couldn't see anything anymore.

He did get to see Mikasa but not exactly in any way he imagined. She was sitting up on the island in the center of the kitchen with Eren in front of her. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her legs locked around his waist while Eren's hands were tight on her hips, keeping her pressed up against him. They were so engrossed in their feverish make out session they clearly didn't notice there were people in the room. Jean wanted to hurl.

Hanji rolled her eyes at him before walking over to the island. She picked up a large bowl off the counter and slammed it down.

The sudden noise had Eren and Mikasa nearly jumping out of their skins.

"H-Hanji," Eren panted, his eyes wide and the tops of his ears red as he quickly took a few steps back from Mikasa. "Hi?"

Mikasa had one hand pressed to her chest as she tried to catch her breath, her own face red.

"Get distracted?" Hanji teased, picking up the bowl again.

"Please don't tell Levi." Mikasa reached a shaky hand to brush her bands from her face.

Hanji passed the bowl to Jean and went to pick up another one. "If you think Levi doesn't suspect you're sleeping together then I think you both are in some serious denial."

Eren let out some kinda strangled noise and Jean really felt like he wanted to hurl. Well, that was just his luck; though, he had to remind himself with another wave of guilt, ratting out her family probably wouldn't have boded well for a relationship to begin with.

Hanji gave Jean a smile as she looked back to him. "Sorry you got caught up in some family drama. Everyone knows about them but they just keep pretending no one knows so Levi won't skin them or whatever they've got in their heads."

Eren ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Skinning would probably be the least of my concerns."

"Knock it off," Hanji said, gesturing for him to grab a few of the remaining covered plates. "No one knows her like you do. You're probably the only one Levi wouldn't kill, now move, I have meat grilling and Levi cooks them too long."

Jean didn't miss the smile that Mikasa gave Eren when he went to lift her off the island and back to the ground. The look on Eren's face was something Jean would've never pictured on the quick tempered boy; in fact, Jean quickly found himself looking away, like it wasn't something he was supposed to see. There was some deeper connection, much more intimate that Jean knew he wouldn't even be able to understand if he wanted to; which he didn't.

"Sweetheart," Hanji said as Mikasa reached for the last bowl. "You might want to." Hanji gestured pulling up her scarf.

Jean really wished he missed the hicky Mikasa quickly covered under her scarf. He was the first one back out by choice, greatly appreciating the fresh air and being out of that situation.

"What the hell took so long?" Connie asked as Jean placed the bowl on the table.

"Don't ask," Jean said trying to avoid the topic entirely but Connie seemed to catch on pretty well, glancing around him to the two that were just making it out the door. He was in a fit of laughter again.

"Welcome to the club, my friend," Connie said, scooting over closer to Sasha so Jean could sit down on their side of the bench.

"Leave them alone," Armin said, though there was a smile on his face. "It was a long time coming."

It only made Jean more curious about the situations that surrounded all these people and just how they got here from where they were before but he knew he couldn't ask. There were too many layers, too many questions that only kept piling up and Jean didn't feel he had any right to ask any of them; not with the guilt that was swirling in his stomach.

Mikasa placed her bowl on the table and sat down next to Armin who nudged her in the shoulder.

"Just how long was it supposed to take to get a few plates from inside," Levi said, sitting back down at the head of the table once Hanji had taken the grill again.

Eren paused as he went to sit down next to Mikasa. "We were just…there was a lot…"

"There was a lot of what? Time to fuck around? Don't look at me like that, Jaeger. We live in the same house, the walls aren't that thick."

Mikasa buried her hands behind her face while Eren just stared but the rest of the table went up in cheers. She leaned her head against Eren's shoulder while Armin reached over to pat her back. Connie and Sasha were saying something but Jean couldn't quite hear what it was. All he could see was the overwhelming amount of love that was surrounding them. They all came from some place different but they were a family, a family that they had invited Jean into; the pit of his stomach dropped.

"You aren't…mad?" Eren asked, still looking like he was in shock. He didn't look anything like the arrogant boy Jean had met last night; Eren looked much younger, much more boyish.

"Why the hell would I?" Levi arched an eyebrow at him. "I've been watching you with her since you were kids; you're the reason she's even here today. You're the only person I'd let near her, granted considering you never let people near her in the first place my job was very easy."

"Told you so," Hanji said with a grin as she brought over a plate of cooked meat and set it down on the very full table before sitting down next to Levi.

"Okay, enough before I lose my appetite. Everyone eat before Connie and Sasha eat it all and no, that wasn't a challenge."

Plates and bowls started to get passed around at lightning speed, everyone piling up their food and talking as they did. Armin was passing something to Mikasa who was still leaning against Eren; Hanji was digging into the buns before giving the basket to Levi who carefully took one that was still untouched by other hands. Eren already bit into his hamburger though one of his hands was resting on Mikasa's leg.

"Jean, want some potato salad? Hanji makes the best you will love it." Sasha said handing the bowl to him over Connie's head; he was distracted cutting up a piece of chicken.

"Yeah, thanks." Jean put some of the salad on his plate before handing it off to Armin who had has hands open for it. He took a bite and Sasha was right, it was amazing.

For a moment he forgot why he was there. He was just some guy eating with new friends but it was wrong, it was wrong in all the worst ways. Not even spending a whole day with them and Jean already saw there were so many broken pieces of a past that didn't seem very pleasant and Jean cursed his job for making him pick up on any detail he could in every situation. There was the fact that three twelve year olds had no place to go but here at such a young age, or the scars that were poking up from under Sasha's t-shirt he tried to ignore when he looked at her, or Levi's strict cleaning policies, or that Levi implied there was something that nearly took Mikasa from all of them forging the deep bond she had with Eren, and that was just what he had picked up in less than an hour. Yet here they were, sitting and laughing like they had always been one happy family; maybe not always, but they sure seemed it now. The whole atmosphere was nothing like Jean ever had with his own family. It both warmed him and made him hate himself.

Jean's job was to break all of that up. He swallowed hard on some of his food. What the hell was he supposed to do?