Disclaimer: I own no part of the Fast and Furious franchise. I'm just a huge fan!

Summary:
Brian goes under cover but this time has a partner to watch his back. Sort of. Sara Trenton is lazy, brash, and a complete bitch but also a damn good cop. Proving herself and earning respect in a male dominated field was all she wanted. When push comes to shove she's always the one to push back, but when she's sent undercover she soon discovers that not everything is so black and white. When faced with the hard decisions will she turn her back on the people she's come to consider her family?

Sara P.O.V.

If someone had told me a year ago I'd be deep undercover, I would have chuckled and said I wish I could get a break like that. If someone had told me five years ago I'd be a cop, I would have laughed at them and then punched them in the face.

I never was quite what people expected me to be. See, I was the problem child growing up. Oh you know, the one that your parents told you was bad news and to stay away from them. That was me. I spent over a year total in juvie and was always hanging out with the wrong crowds. Not to mention, I was a total gear head. Racing and cars was my life. The blame goes solely to my father. A single dad, who was a mechanic, raising a little girl? Yeah. No pink tutus for me, a pair of coveralls and a wrench was all I needed. But I'm getting side tracked. After my last stint in juvie that lasted just under 6 months my dad told me he was disappointed in me and the choices I was making. That was like a shot to the gut. I decided from then on I was on the straight and narrow, and figured you can't go any straighter than becoming a cop. That leads me to where I am today, riding shotgun in an empty parking lot praying to whatever god that might be out there that my idiot partner doesn't somehow kill us...

Third Person P.O.V.

It was just after eight on a Tuesday morning. The sun had been up for over an hour but there wasn't a sole in sight, just a single car and two passengers could be seen next to an empty ball field. At first glance, and really you'd never think to look twice, you'd swear they were siblings. This was a good thing, since that was the point after all, but up until two months ago they had never met before. The man was, for lack of a better word, lanky. Standing at six foot two he was all limbs. Oh he had muscle all right, but somehow still had a boyish, not ready to grow up yet, quality about him. The woman stood at an average height of five eight, without heels, and was fairly toned with slight muscle definition. You could immediately tell she took pride in her looks without trying too hard. Long hair thrown in a ponytail and just a hint of makeup, with looks that were striking but average enough she never drew attention. Blonde was the color of the hair on both their heads and facial features that were similar but not exact, thin noses and squared jaws. It was the eyes that really set them apart. While the man had icy blue eyes, the kind that looked like they could see into your soul, the girl had sharp green eyes that took everything in and somehow made you think she knew more than she should.

That same woman was currently tightening her seat belt and grabbing onto whatever she could...

"Brian, I swear to God, you get me killed by doing this and I will come back and haunt your ass! When will you just give up already?"

Brian just smirked. He knew he was getting under her skin, it had become a favorite passed time of his lately. "Come on Sara. I know I can get this right."

She turned to face him, a look of complete disbelief on her face. "Get this right? Get this right?! Brian, you've been trying to get this right for almost two weeks and you still haven't figured out how to double clutch properly. Not to mention that you let the car drag WAY too long before shifting! You have nothing to get right, you're hopeless. Hopeless! There is no way at the rate you're going that we will be ready to race, EVER."

Without turning he replies, "You're just sore that they have me doing the driving and not you."

"Damn straight I'm sore about that. Just because I'm a woman I apparently don't know how to race? Bullshit. I know more about racing than you could ever hope to!" She was starting to get red in the face. It was a reoccurring argument between the two.

Shaking his head Brian knew he could prove her wrong. "One more try. Please?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes, leaning back in the seat. "Fine, lets do this so we can go and pretend to give a damn about work."

While starting the car, Brian turns his head and says, "You know, if you're not careful there Sara, people might actually think you give a damn about something. I'm almost starting to think you like working at Harry's."

Giving him the finger she replies, "Go to Hell Brian."

Any further conversation was lost as the car takes off, leaving behind them a trail of burnt rubber and smoke. Everything seemed to be going good until they hit 140. It was always at 140 when things went south. With a shudder and blinking lights, the car starts to swerve and then spin. Sara clenches her jaw as she watches Brian try to get control back but she knows it's a lost cause. She knew it would happen, because it had been happening everyday for weeks, but he just wouldn't listen to her or let her drive. Finally the car comes to a stop, next to a barrier separating the road from a very steep hill, with smoke billowing out from underneath.

Catching her breath and releasing the handle above the door she turns to Brian, watching as he throws what she would equate to a temper tantrum, she says, "I told you that you wait too long to shift, but no, you know everything don't you Brian." The last part had so much sarcasm it was practically dripping.

Heaving a great sigh and trying to get the car started again he responds with the every mature, "Shut up Sara."

Authors Area:

So this story is something that has been swimming around in my head for quite a while now and I'm hoping I can get it on paper okay. Fair warning, I am terrible at updating but am hoping to keep the updates regular at least. I'm no car expert nor am I an English major so I have to doubt there will be errors in my story and for that I apologize. I am more than willing to take criticisms if they are constructive and aim to better the story. I am not forcing anyone to read this, if you don't like it don't read it. Simple as that.

Until next chapter.
Ramzgurl