Yo! Trying somethin' different. Grand Theft Auto V is a video game that is very near and dear to my heart, and I was like, yo.

FanFictions are how I show my love. I gotta give GTA V one.

So, here we go.

Title is based around The Catcher in the Rye, except explaining what this Fiction is gonna be - my online character placed into the single-player story.

S'gonna go great. Or terribly! We'll see!

Alex took a hesitant step out of the shadow of cover that the drop-off section of Los Santos International Airport was giving off and stood in confusion on the sidewalk, wondering where the guy she was supposed to be meeting was.

"Yo! Baby! Look over here!" She turned in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, lanky African American climb out of a black car. He sauntered over to her, shorts sagging and hat on lopsided. This had to be Lamar Davis, the kid she'd met on LifeInvader and had convinced her to come to Los Santos.

He held out his hand, and she slapped it. "It is to finally meet you," Lamar greeted. He studied her up and down. "You uh… You a lot smaller than your picture on LifeInvader gave away." When Alex didn't reply, he waved it off. "Ah shit, it don't matter. What matters is that you finally here!"

Lamar walked back over to his car. Alex remained where she was, unsure of what to do. Lamar started to pull open the driver's door, and glanced at her. "What you doing? Get yo' little red self into the car!" he ordered.

Alex scurried over to the car and pulled open the door. She slid her suitcase and violin in first, and then sat down on the passenger's seat.

Lamar slid into the driver's and started up the car. "So, I heard that you wasn't much of a talker. I mean, it's probably best to keep yo' mouth shut here. One wrong word and bam!" Alex jumped. "You been clapped." He laughed and reached down between the seat. "Anyway, I got'chu something." His hand reappeared, holding a pistol. He offered it to Alex, and she took it carefully. "Welcome to Los Santos."

He laughed again and started to drive. Instead of studying her surroundings like she should have, Alex studied the gun in her hand. Were things really so bad she needed one? She'd only shot one a few times before, and that was because her father had insisted she try.

And where the hell did Lamar imagine she was going to put it? In her pocket?

Alex sighed and made sure the safety was on before standing slightly, enough to slide the pistol into the back of her jeans. She eased back down and gazed out the windshield, eyes going wide. In a matter of seconds, the ghetto had disappeared and big city had come out. Skyscrapers loomed ahead of them as they weaved through traffic, and bright billboards spoke of alcohol, lubricants, soda, and other necessities of life.

Lamar had been talking for the last several minutes, and she decided that she better listen to whatever it was he was saying. "My boy Simeon could probably hit you up with some jobs, y'know, the ones I was telling you about before. Hao'll look after yo' rides, and when you got the coin, you could maybe get yo' own personal mechanic." Lamar glanced sideways at her. "Y'know, you'll do fine. Wit me to tell you what's good and what's bad, you'll be as popular as me in no time."

"I don't know if I want to be as popular as you," Alex replied as Lamar took a sharp right.

He laughed once more. "You get to be as popular as me, you'll have bitches wanting you dead, and other bitches wanting to suck yo-" He cut off and glanced at her. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm just used to my boy Franklin being wit me all the damn time. He works fo' Simeon too. You'll be sure to meet him, eventually."

He pulled to a stop in front of a shabby motel with a flickering sign. It was the only bad building within the next 50 yards or so. "Yo, so, this is the hotel. It ain't exactly five stars, but I'm sure it'll serve."

Alex opened the car door and climbed out, grabbing her two cases as she did so. Lamar waved at her through the window. "I'll holla at you, a'ight? You get settled in, and tomorrow, we go and see Simeon. Catch ya when I do." The window rolled up again and Lamar drove off. Alex's shoulders slumped, and she turned to face the motel. She was about to head inside when she heard shouts coming from somewhere nearby.

"What're you doing here?" someone growled loudly. "Ain't nobody supposed to be here."

Another, shakier voice responded, "I-I'm here to pick it up. My boss sent me."

Alex started to walk towards the voices. She reached an alley between the motel and the building next to it. At the end in the shadows, two men were standing, one tall and intimidating, the other small and feeble. There were two crates sitting on the ground between them.

"Boss or no boss," the first guy was saying as Alex approached, "I was told to give these crates to nobody 'cept for Philips."

The second man glanced around nervously. "Listen, buddy, I don't want no trouble, from you or my boss. It'd be in our best interests for you too just hand over the crates."

"Our best interest?" the first guy scoffed. "Sure. Definitely. Here, just take the crates of valuable drugs. I don't care."

He kicked the crates over, and the second guy squeaked as they burst open. Glass bottles cracked as they hit the ground, and the first guy grabbed the second by the neck with one hand. He lifted the smaller man off of the ground and shook him.

"Hey!" Alex called down the alley. Her voice brought the bigger man to a pause. "What's going on?"

"Something that doesn't concern you, girl" the big guy warned. "Stay out of it."

Alex knew she probably should, but he was holding the other guy by the throat. She wasn't just going to let him choke out the smaller guy just because he could. She fumbled for her gun and brought it out for safety purposes before she walked over to the two and held the gun up.

"Put him down," she hissed.

The bigger man, who had a snake tattoo on his bald head glared at her and set the smaller man down. The smaller man had glasses and knobbly knees, and he scurried over to stand behind Alex. The big man stooped down to scoop up the bottles. "I ain't giving them over," he muttered under his breath.

"You will, or your snake is going to lose an eye," Alex promised.

The big man blinked, and slowly set the crate he was holding down onto the ground. He pointed at them as he backed away towards the opposite end of the alley, which opened onto another street. "Stay away from me." With that, he turned and ran off.

Alex's shoulders slumped, and she bowed her head, sighing heavily. "Thank God I didn't actually have to shoot him," she said. "I don't think I would've been able to."

The small guy hurried over to the crates and loaded all of the spilled bottles back into them. When he had finished, he straightened up, crates in hand. He looked Alex up and down. "Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, adjusting the glasses on his nose with a shoulder since his hands were full. "What's your name?"

"Alex," she replied.

The guy waited for her to go on, but she didn't, and so he said. "Okay, Alex, why did you decide to help me?"

"He was way bigger than you. The fight wasn't equal."

The guy's cheeks grew very red, and he turned away. "Well, I'm Ron, anyway. It's probably best if you don't know what's in these crates."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," Alex told him. "I lived in Liberty City."

"Liberty City ain't got nothing when bein' compared to Los Santos," someone said from behind her. Before Alex could turn around, she was disarmed and there was a rag stuffed into her mouth. One more moment, and she was out cold.

($)

"Wakey wakey!" The sack covering her head was pulled off, and Alex was left coughing in smoke and dust. When she was finally able to focus, it was revealed that a man wearing gray sweatpants stained with all kinds of things and an equally stained white shirt was standing before her. His arms were crossed, and his receding hairline with a bald spot on the top of his head gave him the impression of someone she did not want to be around.

Alex decided her best move would be to remain silent and let him do the talking. "Now, listen," the guy began, moving from his position before her and walking around to the place she couldn't see. "You know about my business, now. Usually, I wouldn't give a shit, but you also saved acting CEO from a client I should have gone to see myself."

"I didn't want him to die," replied Alex. "I didn't really have any other choice."

"Ah, see, but you did," the man told her. "You could have just kept walking or whatever it was you were doing. But no, you decided to help my dear friend Ron. Therefore, I've decided to reward you."

"With my life?" Alex asked hopefully, though she allowed a small hint of sarcasm to creep into her voice as well.

Apparently, that hadn't been a good decision, because the man was back in front of her, leering closely into her face. Alex could smell whiskey and gas on his breath, but she forced herself to keep a straight face. The guy studied her a moment and then backed off slightly. "Sorry," he apologized. "I get angry sometimes. Hope I didn't smother you too much, princess."

Alex chose to remain quiet this time. The guy paced in front of her, arms crossed again. "I really don't want to kill you," he said at last.

"I would prefer if you didn't," Alex confirmed. The guy glared at her, and she cocked an eyebrow. "I'm assuming if you wanted me dead, you would have done it by now. You don't seem the type to waste time."

The guy stepped closer to her. "Maybe not," he growled quietly, dangerously, "but I am the kind of guy who likes torture. Tell me, princess. Do you like torture?"

Alex swallowed and diverted her gaze. She heard the man snort and back off. "Didnt think so. So, tell me, what should I do with you? You saved Ron, however useless he may be, but your late decision to do so ruined more than half the stash he was picking up. What does that get you?"

Alex narrowed her eyes, training them on the floor. It seemed as though she was inside an aircraft hanger. It had a domed roof, and was very large, though she and the man were the only two objects inside it. After a moment of thinking, she lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "My life, but in exchange, I have to go pick something up for you."

The male looked impressed. He took a step backwards, and a wicked grin crossed his face. "Sounds as though we've come to an agreement."

"Sure," Alex answered. She wiggled her fingers. Her hands had been tied to the arms of the chair she was sitting in, and her fingers were starting to go numb. "Uh, I will be glad to go get whatever it is you would like me too, but I need fingers to do that."

The man rolled his eyes and broke the duct tape holding her wrists down with his finger. Alex rubbed them and glanced up at him. "You're going to go steal a van," he told her.

"Will I possibly die doing this?" Alex queried, standing up.

The man shrugged. "Perhaps. But if you do, make sure you bring me the van first. I don't care what happens to you as long as you get me that van. Understand?" Alex nodded, and the man walked over to the huge door of the airplane hanger. He hits a button, and it slowly begins to rise. "Van should be in an alley near Vespucci Beach. If you're lucky, you won't get your head blown off taking it. You know how to hot wire?"

Alex blanched. "N-No. Should I?"

"Jesus," the man grumbled under his breath. He leaned around the wall of the hanger and shouted, "Wade! Get over here!"

A few seconds later, a white male with a head full of dirty blonde dreads tied back with a strand of his own hair appeared. "Hey, Trevor," he greeted, revealing a country accent. He glanced at Alex. "Who's this?" He had a lisp as well, Alex realized.

The man, whose name appeared to be Trevor, pointed to her. "This is Alex. You're going to go with her to get a van."

Wade grinned widely at her, but Alex avoided his gaze. "Why am I goin'?" he asked Trevor. "Don't she know how to steal a van?"

Trevor sighed. "No, so, unfortunately, I'm sending you with her, even though I would much prefer you to stay here. Make sure she doesn't try to run. If she does, well…"

He gave Alex a lingering glance, and she bowed her head submissively. Well, Alex, she thought to herself, one day in Los Santos and you're already a part of a drug company. Good job.

So, yep. There we go. This should be an adventure and a half.

God, I'm terrified.