Los Angeles California was a chaotic place in 2001, always was, especially with all the stars a things, paparazzi everywhere famous or not, but thankfully neither of you were famous so you didn't have to deal with the TMZ shit, however Brian lost his favorite car, his Mitsubishi Eclipse to fucking rival gang who shot up his car after saving the infamous Dom Toretto's ass from cuffs that night, though he earned the respect of Dom, and owed Dom a ten second car because he had stupidly bet his pink slip in an illegal street race against Dom cause he didn't have money.

it was warm out, a really warm night but it was the nice type of warm, the night remained peaceful, Brian had been in bed resting with Mia asleep next to him, the week had been hectic.. really hectic, especially with him being undercover now, an undercover cop supposed to get Dom back in jail, but he just couldn't do it.

Meanwhile, you?, you were Brian's ex, you guys were off and on inconsistently, maybe only lust existed between you guys..but there was no denying the tension left between y'all.

Brian's eyes opened when he heard his flipphone begin to ring, thinking it was the S.W.A.T team asking if it was time to close in on the rival gangs place, but no, he saw it was your caller ID, he spared a glance to the sleeping Mia, who was beginning to stir and wake at the sound of a phone ringing as he sat up, sitting on the edge of his bed in his cramped room, the cold air brushed against his bare and toned chest, picking up the phone and holding it to his ear. “What?” he asked.