Jordan O'Connor sat in a restaurant in an older part of Los Angeles. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The café was small, musty, and attached to a garage. She had been searching for her brother, whom she had been separated at the age of eleven. This is where her latest "clue" had led her. Their parents had divorced and had split them equally. She thought bitterly and found it ironic that they had just acted like they were property and not humans with feelings. Jordan's mom had lost custody and she had became a ward of the state.
"Can I help you?" A rough looking guy asked her shrewdly she almost jumped out her skin.
"Do you have a menu?" the petite blonde asked, her ice blue eyes catching the muscular guy's attention and a little off gaurd. He tossed a menu at her. She sat up indignantly, trying not to say anything about his attitude problem.
"Be nice, V." Mia Toretto pushed her brother's friend playfully and smiling at the girl. "Let me know when you're ready." She nodded at the girl. Vince shook his head at Mia and went to the garage. Mia was always being too nice. That was part of the reason they had suffered so much drama in the first place.
"I'll have a coke and a cheeseburger." Jordan said, really not hungry. She had been traveling for a while and needed a place to rest. Mia nodded and got to work on her request. Jordan thought about where her brother could be. She was in trouble and needed him more now than ever. This was the last known area, but she wasn't sure if she could get her nerve up to ask these guys. She was so lost thought that she didn't pay attention to what was going on around her. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Do you need some help? I noticed the phone book and thought maybe I could help." Tiffany Saunders, a tall svelte "racer girl" asked. She pulled her long black hair with caramel highlights into a clip to get it up off her back, as it was starting to heat up. "I'm Tiffany." She stuck out a hand to Jordan. The tribal art tattoo on her arm mixed with the black leather pants and rhinestone tank top made Jordan feel a little intimidated.
"Um..no, I'm just looking for someone." Jordan replied with a smile.
"I'm wonderin how a girl that looks like that innocent found her way here." Leon mused to Vince and Jesse, the boys watching the three girls from the window.
"I don't know but she's cute." Jesse nodded, a wide smile on his face. Vince ruffled his hair and left to get back to work.
"I know a lot of people. I probably could help. Whatcha afraid of?" Tiffany teased, sitting on the barstool next to her.
"It's not that. I have been all over, and I just am about to give up." Jordan said wearily. "No one seems to be able to help me find him. I go every place they tell me but it's a wash." Jordan stirred her coke and said with sadness in her voice.
"What's his name? You're here and it can't hurt." Tiffany said, noticing the girl hadn't touched her food. She looked like she was going to faint away as it was.
"Brian O'Connor. " Jordan said. Mia dropped the glass of water she had been pouring and coughed. Jordan looked at her, wondering if it had anything to do with Brian's name. "Do you know him? It's really important." Jordan asked desperately. Mia looked at Tiffany with a loss of a reply. Tiffany shook her head as if to say 'don't say anything'.
"Actually, it does sound familiar. Hold on. I'll be right back." Tiffany said. She walked outside and around to the back, where Dominic Toretto was working. " Dom, guess who is sitting in your café?" She asked with folded arms. He looked up at her, knowing Tiffany was not one to waste his time. It must have been important.
"The Pope?" Dominic asked joking, wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Brian's sister." Tiffany folded her arms. Dominic looked up and stopped what he was doing. "She's lookin for Brian. I was thinking I could introduce you. "Tiffany smiled sweetly. He followed her without a word. "Dom, this is Jordan. Jordan, this is Dominic Toretto. You already know Mia." Tiffany introduced.
"Hi." Jordan said, noticing Dominic's strong muscles on his bulging biceps. He as well was pretty intimidating and tough looking.
"I knew your brother. I don't know where he's at, but I'd like to find him." Dominic said. He noticed Brian and Jordan's resemblance was very similar. Part of him wanted to find Brian to kick his ass and part of him wanted to say a simple thanks and then kick his ass.
"That makes two of us, then." Jordan folded her arms. "It was nice to meet you." She smiled politely as she pulled out some money for her tab and started to head for the door. She didn't have time to waste if these people couldn't help her.
"If you need some help, let us know. Tell em we need to talk to him, too." Dominic called to her as she was about to head out to the road. She waved and took off walking on foot. Dominic, Tiffany, Jesse, Mia, Vince, and Leon all looked at each other in shock.
"The girl don't even have a car? She don't need to be walkin alone out in these streets." Leon shook his head.
"She's as crazy as Brian. Someone go get her." Dominic said, himself also finding it hard not to be concerned about her.
"Jordan!" Tiffany called as she caught up to her. "What are you doin? Are you nuts?" she asked.
"Why do you say that?" Jordan said, looking truly confused.
"Where's your car?" Tiffany asked.
"I don't have a license or a car." Jordan shrugged simply.
"This heat must have made you insane. Let's go, you're coming with me." Tiffany ordered. "How have you been surviving?" she asked curiously.
"I had money saved. I started the minute I went into foster care cause I knew I was going to run away and try to find my brother. I'll be fine. I'll get a bus ticket and head to Miami. That's my next place. It's possible he could be there." Jordan said as she kept walking.
"Jordan, stop, please." Tiffany put a hand on her shoulder. Jordan winced and pulled away.
"What?" she asked, sighing as she ran her hand through her long blonde silky hair.
"Get in, Girls." Dominic pulled up beside the girls in his car and coasted with Jordan's fast and determined pace.
"I've gotta go." Jordan shook her head stubbornly, her wide blue eyes reminding Tiffany of a deer caught in headlights.
"Just stay tonight and get some rest. You can rest up and start fresh tomorrow." Dominic suggested.
"Please? You can rest, take a shower, and borrow some clothes. Then maybe I can help you try to think of some more ideas to find Brian." Tiffany offered.
"These streets arn't nice, Jordan. You'll be an easy target to get killed or somethin. Just tonight, Girl." Dominic said in a convincing tone. He had that 'I'm not taking no for an answer' demeanor and Tiffany knew Jordan was fighting a losing battle.
"Are you sure you'll let me leave in the morning? You won't make me stay, right?" she asked skeptically. Tiffany nodded along with Dominic. Tiffany was curious to know what kind of trouble she could be in and why Jordan was worried they would try to 'make her stay'.
"We're not kidnapping you." Dominic held up his hands with a slight grin. They got in his car and went to the house, Tiffany gave Jordan some clothes and she came downstairs once she had gotten the courage to come downstairs.
"Thanks for letting me stay." Jordan said quietly in the kitchen to Dominic. She felt so awkward being in a stranger's house. She wasn't used to being in houses lately.
"No prob, girl." He said. "You drink? Want a Corona?" He asked, offering her one as he got one for himself. He figured he'd get her to relax.
"Sure." She said, trying to not let her shock of being offered alcohol show on her face. She didn't want to give away her age or anything to anyone.
"So, what happened to you?" He asked, looking at her bruised arms, making her self consciously rub her arms. She was irritated she had forgotten to cover them up like she was so used to doing.
"Long story." She said, not wanting to go into details.
"I got time." Dominic shrugged. He wasn't sure why he was so interested in her story but he was. Very interested.
"I got in a fight." She said quietly. She was glad to see Tiffany come in to break the had such a look of relief that it was impossible for Tiffany and Dominic not to notice.
"Want another, Jordan?" Tiffany asked, exchanging glances with Dominic. She had already finished her beer.
"Thanks." Jordan smiled.
"So, about this trip to Miami. It's a long way there. How about I drive you?" Tiffany plopped down on the table, sitting in front of Jordan, forcing her to look at Tiffany as she opened her drink.
"No, but thank you. I don't want to be too much trouble for you. I don't even know if I'll find him so it's prob a wasted trip anyways..." Jordan said, looking down, sounding more discouraged than she had meant to.
"I bet I can help. I got friends in Miami." Tiffany said.
"It'd be better than a bus." Dominic said, taking a drink of his Corona. He shrugged and was glad to see she might be giving it some thought.
"You're probably right. It'd be a lot more fun." Jordan smiled. She was beginning to relax. She passed out soon after that.
"If you find him, bring him back." Dominic nodded, his dark eyes serious.
"That was my plan." Tiffany smiled. She patted him on the back. "You know I got this." They both sat in silence, drinking while lost in deep, quiet thought.