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Walter pulled the paint mask back and admired his recent work. The lowrider was beautiful and in a few hours would have the chance to ride it. He went to the garage and pulled a Bud out, he popped the top and took swigs from it. He was off to a great day already. He had got the call that his handle bars were in right after he got out of the shower, from there he found a C-note in the gutter by Hedge Customs, got his pizza for free cause they had messed up the order and now his bike was complete and so was the mustang. "It's going to be a b e a utiful day." He chuckled and took another swig.

The Skylines engine roared down the street, he was pretty pissed of as it was, and the alchol in his system was not helping matters, after he had stormed from the Fort he had gone to Jack's looking for his sister only to find that she wasnt there, he had gone back the next morening with the same restults, he hadnt believed Jack when he had said she wasnt there and had all but turned the house upside down to look for her, but Jack had been right, she wasnt there.

So here he was, traveling down the gatted commnuity of the only other place she could be, the guy who had saved his sisters life and had somehow managed to all but replace his place in her life. The car was barly stopped before he was out of the car, slamming the door shut, angry footsteps leading him up to the door, his fist knocking loudly agasint it.

Walter could hear the engine roaring down the street, silent complex loud ass car. Something didn't belong, he slid his shirt up and thumbed back the hammer on his glock and slid the shirt back over it. When he heard a rap at the door he stood up and approached the entrance to his garage with the bottle in his left hand.

Walter leaned against the doorway with his right hand hanging loosely by his thumb in his pocket, he was ready in a second to unleash hell if things got unruley.

Walter looked up through his mirror finished sunglasses, "How can I help you?" He called from beside the stoop recognizing him from the profile work, Leon Perez, Faye's brother.

Leon twisted at the voice, gaze landing on the man who had saved his sisters life, he looked him up and down and unclenched his fists, "Where's my sister"He demanded stepping closer to the other man, he'd be damned if his sister continued running from him much longer.

"Hiding last I knew, I pointed her to a room and let her be. I was preoccupied. That was yesterday though so, could be inside, could be food shopping for all I know." He took a swig from the beer bottle and set it down. "What's the rush, come on down and take a drink." He said and motioned into the garage. He was going to try to defuse the situation without getting Faye into any deep shit. Leon was pissed and this could turn violent quick, he didn't want to hash it out in the public eye and risk Faye seeing it if she was home. He really hoped she wasn't.

Leon raised a brow "Your telling me my sister spent the night and yet you dont know where she is" He shook his head, stepping towards the other man, why could no one ever just give him a straight answer. "Your the last person who saw her, now i want to talk to my sister"

His voice had raised ever so slightly, eyes darkening with anger and annoyance, this was the second person who had given him the run around.

"I don't own her, she needed a place to rest her head last night. She came in covered in blood, I did what any decent human would." He calmly replied, "Head down here and take a load off, if she's out she will be back soon. You can grab a beer man, cmon." He chuckled, "Relax, Despite what Jack and Brian think. I'm on your side." He turned and kept his hand draped from his pocket. "I want to talk with you anyways. Get to know you a bit." He kept his pace and distance giving him a reactionary gap as a precaution.

Leon let out a sigh but actually stepped down towards him, Walter was half right, arriving angry to see his sister would do nothing and he wouldnt find her untill she wanted to be found. "How was she?"He questioned, but he knew the answer to the question, he had seen it in her eyes that night, the decit and pain.

"She was pretty ticked off," He said calmy still as he moved around his bike, "She was also shook up, what happened to you guys. Siblings shouldn't act like that." He was pretty intrusive but he wanted them to break their walls down, both Leon and Faye. And if that meant he had to get in the middle and take a few lumps he would.

Leon took in a deep intake of breath his gaze wondering over the bike for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, Walter was right, they should be close, they used to be, closer then anything, but now it had been so strained for so long, he tried to fix it and she had pushed him away, and now when she had tried to fix it he was the one pushing her away.

"You seem to know her pretty well why dont you tell me"He stated folding his arms over his chest.

Walter shrugged and checked the paint job again. "Honestly, I have been trying to stay put of your guys personal life. I just been trying to teach her to defend herself, aaaaand kinda drive a bit." He chuckled and shrugged, "But you guys sound like you are cats and dogs trying to murder each other. All I know is I help Faye shop for a car and the next day I get a surprised visitor with a nine mil." He said, "ten minutes later I'm sighting a rifle through a door trying to save her life..." He stared at his reflection in the chrome in thought, "Pass me a Bud will you?" He pointed at the fridge.

Leon shook his head, yet when it came to it she chose to go to Walter instead of himself, with a sigh he crossed to the fridge and grabbed him a bud, handing it over to him. "Shes the single most stubourn person iv met"

He chuckled to himself, yet he couldnt bring himself to let her back in, pushing her away instead of talking to her about his troubles, or be there for when she really needed him to.

"What makes you say that?" He asked standing and and taking the brew from him with a smile. "And help yourself, I have damn near everything under the sun in that fridge." He chuckled. "You know, I nearly chased you down at the hospital that night. Why didn't you stay?" He blinked looking up and removing his sunglasses.

Leon turned to look at him "have you not met my sister, she gets something in her mind she sticks to it" He shook his head, listening to his other question and sighed, he would have loved to see him chase him down, especially in the mood he had been in that night. He turned his dark gaze onto Walter and shook his head in slight annoyance.

"She didnt need me there" SHe stated "especially after what she had been through that night" He knew that with his anger bubbling so close to the surface he would have ended up making her uncomfortable and scared, that and he had been kicking himself for not being there for her when she had needed him to be.

"She did need you there though, she may not have acted like it and you may not have seen it but she did. It's human nature that when you see someone you know and your in pain it's relief." He sat down on the large tool box across from Leon. "What happened the other day? Whose blood was she covered in and why the hell did she come to me and not you?" he was reiterating the question again trying to get him to break. It was a soft form of interrogation, humans always put up anpsychological defense of blaming others for their mistakes, him saying Faye was hard head was him admitting fault in part. Walter needed him to break through and admit his wrongs to himself.

Leon rolled his eyes with semi annoyance "Brian's"He stated, he could still remember the haunted look in Faye's eyes when he had first arrived at the Fort, his heart had seized seeing the blood on her, for a moment thinking it was hers but was glad it hadnt been, then he had seen her, he shook hsi head, mentally pushing away the picture.

"Again you should ask her, i dont know her mind any more then i know mine these days"

So he was torn up over something else, he recognized the torn haze in his eyes, he'd seen that look many times in a fogged up mirror often broken afterwards. "This has to do with someone else too huh? Going to go out on a limb here... Chris." He probed and shifted his weight and moved his beer to his left hand making sure his right could skin the pistol if needed.

Leon caught the movment and shook his head, holding his ground, but he still shot him a dark, scathing look. The subject of Chris was a very sore one, because thinking about her ultimatly made him think about another bruente, he shook hsi head, clenching his fists tight enough his knuckles cracked.

"RIght direction wrong woman, leave it"He warned.

"Just trying to figure out who you choose over your own flesh and blood that night." He said taking a stab in the dark, if he was right he was more then likely about to take a face full of bone, and with the evidence given to him he was dead to rights. Hebprepared himself for the shitstorm that was comming, if he was going to try helping these two out he was going to have to make someone or something break.

Leon shot Walter a deadly glare, his eyes darkening with menace, he shook his head, clenching and unclenching his hands at his side, he was fighting the urge to land a punch solidly into his face, but he actually wanted to make some head way with his sister, and if she was here, fighting with the one guy who she felt safe with probarly wasnt the best guy.

He simply let out a low angry growl, that night playing over and over his head, he hadnt been in good sorts when he had arrived at the Fort, after having just seen Nessa for the first time in nearly two years, it had knocked him for a six and then arriving at the Fort to see Chris, he hadnt been thinking he had just reacted, he had reacted wrong. It didnt matter what he did these days, everything he did was pushing away the people he cared for.

"Chris and Isabelle are two different people"He stated coldy, like that actually made a difference.