Deckard

8.

What a bunch of idiots

When the eventually hell being unleashed in my head subsided enough so I could pull myself up and scramble over to Deckard, I was what people like to call... Píssed.

Collecting as a dysfunctional group, it now boiled down to the desperate situation where Jr.Nobody had to direct us all.

"She's taken everything. Took Gods-Eye,that was the one thing we could use to find him. We've lost everything," such a motivational speech there junior.

I roll my doe eyes in my husbands direction. He wasn't leaving my side. Not after the tosh that Blondie Barbie, failed wanna be, pulled. As well as the fact that Deckard just got crushed under her boot because of Ramsey! Ramsey! For fúcks sake man! Why Ramsey!

The laptop that was placed beside me as he worked, leaning over my arm so that his side was in contact with mine. A subconscious reassurance that we're both here and okay, for the minuet. A few scratches here and there but nothing serious.  He's going to end up giving our game away with his stupid possessive and protective side. Not that I'm complaining- I love it when he get possessive.

We're were both organizing Intel that was actually useful, compered to the shít show in here.

"Yes Princess?" Hobbs snorts in Deckard's direction when he observes eventually that the two of us are scheming something else entirely. Our minds working faster than any other idiots in the room could possibly comprehend. Deckard initially ignores the rock that stands in the door frame, his own fingers caressing my scratched cheek as his drinks in the cuts on my face. The fire alight in his eyes shows he is furious that I had been put in harms way. 

"Finding Toretto," Deckard spits, standing from my side to face the bulky man behind me. My own fingers still typing away on the small laptop we had aquired earlier as they begin another píssing competition, "But, I've got a couple of minutes to spare if you want me to send you to the hospital, again."

"Yo, Rules!"

Jr.Nobody seemed to become quite agitated that the scooby-doo gang had made up some fitting names for him, "First off, that's not my name."

"Little Nobody," Roman smirked from his seated position at the other table in open planned room. 

"Don't call me that,"

"Oh, that's definitely sticking." Hobbs beams as he poses a question to the new kid, "Great, do me a favor and tell your majesty over there, that we're gonna find Toretto. And We're gonna find him together, as a team. Then, once this is all over, you'll have me slap that whisket buiscuit right off his face" 

I rolled my eyes as the childish behavior continued. If the fate of the world was in the  hands of these two idiots, nothing would be done because they'd be too busy throwing insults. It would take the work of a strong woman to get these two bull dogs to calm their raging testosterone for a second to get anywhere. But today, I don't feel quite up to that challenge. 

 "Wait a minute, guys. I think Deckard's actually onto something." Ramsey interjected.

Well hit me twice and call me mama, the world must be ending if all tech knowing Ramsey agrees with Deckard and I's work.

"How do you think Dom and Cipher got into the country without any of us knowing? Ghost flights,"

I could feel the nerdy, excitable, sweat emitting from Tej as he started speculating that the internet theories he'd be researching weren't just a fairy-tale. His wet dreams were coming true. A hot girl, ghost flights, and fancy fast cars. What more could he possibly ask for?

Closing the laptop softly, I pull my dark hair up into a loose ponytail in attempts of ridding the headache and slight vertigo I was still feeling after the concussion grenades earlier. Wiggling my toes in my boots in attempt to stop the dizziness from inhibiting my ability to stand in a few minutes. I couldn't look weak in-front of this team. Nor Deckard. Heaven forbid, he'd never let me out of his sight if I were to faint. 

Letty asked the penultimate question with that stinking attitude problem of hers, "So, you know where Dom is headed?"

"Yeah," I sigh as I stand tall and lent against the table behind me, crossing my arms across my chest and watching as the hungry eyes of the male species follow the curves of my athletic body. Deckard's jaw clenching as he notices the other eyes observing his prize. 

"You're baldy-ass boyfriend and his new blonde chihuahua are heading to New York," My lip curling as I glare at her from across the room. The sooner I escape these idiots, the better. 

Deckard and I, took the opportunity to stroll confidently from the conference room. Deckard holding the door for me like the gentleman he is. 

"Thank you, Dexy," I smirk as I sway my hips seductively as I pass him.

"Jesus, woman," I hear him curse under his breath as he follows me down the corridor, to were we would be meeting the others to move in transit to the next safe house. 

Once we were out of sight, Deckard pulled me close into his strong chest. Burrowing my head in his warm embrace as we hold each-other tightly. 

"We won't be there long. Quick job, in and out," He attempts to talk the both of us into the idea of going. Placing a delicate kiss on my hair. Neither of us wanting to go on this idiotic man hunt with a group of even bigger idiots.