{3} One of Three {Fast & Furious}

Imports

"You still like imports better? Come on, Brian. You know that if someone in that race has Amercian Muscle, you are totally fucked." Sierra said loudly to him, as she sat on the desk as Scout walked into the Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters and his eyes widened at the sight of her.

"Excuse me for a minute." Sierra said coldly and she quickly hopped off the desk and stormed out of the room.

She stormed over to Scout and he sighed at her face, which was stormy beyond belief.

"Okay, wait a minute." He said as he raised his hands up in surrender, but he was too late to stop the punch that hit him across the face and she swung again, and hitting him dead straight in his right eye again. "Ow! Shit!"

He yelled with a loud curse, and Brian, he ran over to the two and he quickly yanks Sierra away from Scout, just before she could do any more real damage to him.

"You son of a bitch!" She snapped at him, quickly shaking off Brian's grip, before she walked away, feeling her eyes, beginning to prickle with tears of shame at her stupidity.

"Hey." Brian murmured as she somehow finds her way back into the briefing office room, with him and the other agent.

"Thanks for stopping me." She murmured and he shrugged at her quickly. "I would have killed him, if you hadn't been there to stop me. In this case, the Toretto-born anger was rearing its head." She muttered as she wiped her eyes quickly.

"It's not your fault, kid. He didn't tell you about who he was, and you have every right to be pissed. Scout Lincoln is a great agent, but he has a whole lot of trouble, opening up to people. He is a good guy and he has opened himself up to you, for the most part. He likes a lot of things about you, it's in all of his reports. There's all these little notes in there." He said and Sierra shakes her head.

"Brian. He didn't even try to tell me his real name. Did you not tell him all about how I was undercover with you and Rome?" She asked and he sighs at her.

"He was already beginning his journey undercover, by the time now, that I got reinstated. I am sorry, I tried to talk to him, get him alone to talk to me. But it just wasn't possible." Brian's  vocal tone was clearly apologetic, and he looked at her.

"I saw Letty's face on the board earlier, Brian. Why?" Sierra asked as Brian's facial expression clouded over at once.

"I'm honestly not sure why she was up there, kiddo, someone else around here, must've collected the data, and a circumstances around her murder. I wasn't involved." Brian explained and Sierra nods slightly.

"Okay, O'Conner. So, let's see these imports of yours." Sierra whispered as she swiped her hands across her eyes.

"All right. Uh, 2206. I crashed one of those. 3418 and... 2765." Brian said as the three imports showed up on their screen.

"Okay. So, which one do you want from these three?" The female agent asked him, and Brian snorted quietly at her words, and so did Sierra.

"I want 'em all." Brian explains in the least amount of words as possible.

To prepare for the race, Scout was helping Dominic prepare for the race with his car although he clearly really needed no help at all, but Dom was glad for the company. Despite having no words being at all exchanged now, between the pair.

Meanwhile, Sierra was helping Brian repaint his car and he was doing all of the heavy liftin' in this job, despite her being very capable of doing it herself.

"You gonna answer that?" Brian asks her after her phone had began to once again, start annoying him by going off constantly.

"Sorry." Sierra murmured as she opened the phone and wasn't in the least bit surprised, that it was Scout in the caller-id. She looked at Brian, who nodded.