Jack could care less about the Mitsubishi's registration. In fact, the car wasn't registered in either of their names, as he hadn't acquired ownership to the vehicle in the most legal ways. But on the streets he was known to be the driver of the black Evo (probably even to a few cops), and maybe one of those mooks would be willing to rat him out for the right price, or even just to spite him considering his (not so clean) rep... Fucking bastards were as loyal as they were good drivers.

He watched as Faye pointed Brian to the bathroom before she moved towards him. Her touch was somewhat calming, and he lifted his hand to cover hers, bringing her hand to his lips as he placed a kiss on her palm. What had happened between him and his brother was a long story, as it wasn't just tonight's events that had set him off, and set him off good. Before he could answer her though, Brian returned from the bathroom, and her hand slipped from his, his own dropping back to his side.

His features darkened once more as he listened to the small back and forth between Brian and Faye. If there was one thing he never did appreciate, it was anyone giving his girl lip, even if it was just a little bit. On top of that Brian was already high on his shit list, and thus treading on already dangerous ice.

He moved towards the chair his brother was now sitting in, stopped next to it and bent slightly to come cheek to cheek with the cop. "Bitch at her like that again, and I'll make you eat your tongue.." He whispered in a deep promising voice before he slapped Brian upside his head and continued towards the kitchen. There he pulled out a bottle of JD from the cabinet and screwed off the cap, taking a drawn out drink from the dark liquor before he returned to the living room.

"You want asprin...?" He asked rhetorically as he screwed the cap back on to the bottle before tossing it at his brother. "Best kind we got." He added as he moved to sit on the armrest of the couch, where he then shrugged at Brian's next question. Coming up with an alibi, a.k.a have people lie for them, wouldn't be that much of a problem. Only minor problem could be the credibility of said people though...

"I'm sure one of our neighbors is willing to tell the cops our nightly business was keeping them up again. Wouldn't be the first time anyway... Can't keep her quiet even if I gagged her." Which he had once or twice during their many, many sexcapades.. Yet however amused he looked for a moment, it was gone the next. Was Brian calling him fucking crazy?

"You want to know why? Because I fucking could." He growled, his answer most likely not debunking the diagnoses 'completely bonkers' his brother seemed to have set for him. But fuck if he cared.. "I also already told you I need these cars clean and crisp from beginning to end, as I don't have the fucking time, or want, to fix any of them back up. And guess what! You fucked up the Aston Martin!" Were the few (actually, many) dents and scrapes good enough reasons to put 15 holes in such a beautiful car? Perhaps not, but it was better than putting those 15 holes in his brother.. wasn't it.

Faye narrowed her eyes at Brian, his words biting at her ever so slightly. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth and sighed, her dark eyes sparkling as she looked between Brian and then over towards Jack. The low threat even gave her chills, swallowing she watched him disappear into the kitchen, grabbing himself a drink, before offering one to his brother.

Dark eyes shifted over to Jack with shock, a slight blush crept over her cheeks, oh yea she was so going to pay him back for this. Not that she was to bothered about people knowing about her sex life, the entire block knew it, but Jack’s brother, a cop, not so much.

Swallowing she sighed, shaking her head ever so slightly she nodded, getting an alibi though wouldn’t be a big deal, never was, a shitty neighbour hood or not they were close knit, cops came knocking everyone tended to just turn a blind eye.

Picking up the medical kit she returned to Brian, more blood had fallen from his wounds and she needed to re-clean them once more. Pouring more antiseptic on some cotton wool moved back towards him, dabbing at his thankful, now none bleeding cuts. This time she didn’t even attempt to go gentle on him.

“Best bet here is you tell the cops you were trying to apprehend a suspect but he got the better of you, give a general description of the guy.” She stated dark eyes flicking over towards Jack, his words making her sigh.

“So what do we do now your down two cars” She stated with a shake of her head, they needed to do something, anything to get them back on track.

It was plain to see or actually feel that Faye was letting out some frustration on Brian when she cleaned the cuts again using more force than necessary. Snorting Brian got up. "Okay, enough with your TLC. Give me that!" He grabbed the kit from her and got up. His face was throbbing without her gentle touch. So in his way to the bathroom he simply ignored her suggestion about how to explain his wrecked face.

He truly had enough of Jacks asshole attitude and Fayes resentment for his choice of career. While he fingered through the first aid kitt and looked at the long gash above his eye his anger grew so much that he had to stop what he was doing otherwise he might have grabbed the scissors and went after one of them.
For a moment he simply stared ahead and listened closely.
They were silent...for now.
Then he looked in the mirror again and opted for some tape and made a mental note to actually see a doctor some time during the day. He didn't mind scars but right in his face he could do without.

While he was trying to get the tape to stick he thought whether he should get the hell out as quickly as possible or stay around. His gutt told him to get out. But how would he explain the explosion to his boss.
Right then he decided to simply tell him and then ask to be taken off the case. he didn't want anything to do with his ungrateful brother and his bitchy girlfriend any longer. Why would he bother if they both hated him so much? Brian didn't need to suck up to two such low lifes.

Jack rubbed a hand over his tired face as he waited for Brian to cower his way back in to the bathroom, the wimpy bastard, and then his eyes moved on to Faye. Her question should have made him worry, being two cars down in this time frame was not nothing, but it clearly didn't as he simply shrugged her words off. He had more jobs lined up, other places they could hit, and finding another Aston Martin DBS and another MG XPower could wait for now.

"We'll stay low for a couple of days, see what the cops do. And if things stay quiet, I might be going to need your help in this after all.." His hand slipped in to hers and he pulled her backwards on to his lap. He wrapped his arms around her small and tight frame as he placed his lips against the skin just behind her ear. "You know how to charm your way in to any man's pants, don't you, baby?" He whispered, smiling as his lips teased over her skin once more. Not that he wanted her to fuck any other guy, he would kill the asshole in a heartbeat, but suggestion and promise to a good romp in the hay with a beautiful woman went a long, long way with most men.

"I heard 'The Auto Gallery' has some exclusive cars stocked somewhere nice and safe. Which is a shame. Because I don't know where this 'somewhere' is, and I'd really, really like to know... Of course I could just ask any of those salesmen mooks there, but I doubt I hold enough sway to get an answer..." He smirked as his lips pressed against her skin again, placing a kiss there as his hand moved over her thigh, his fingers splaying across her inner thigh and slowly moving up between her legs. It was obvious where his words were going to go, if not his actions.

"If you're a good girl, I'll let you come along for the rest of the ride.. I need you, baby." He whispered as he by now pulled her earlobe between his teeth. He'd take her for a ride right here and now if it wasn't for his brother in the bathroom, and the fact that he'd have to be back at the garage soon. Of course he could always squeeze in a quicky regardless of Brian's presence...

He wasn’t answering, simply shrugging of her question, which was bad. It meant either he really wasn’t worried, or the whole crap with Brian and the cars hadn’t really sunk in with him yet. Sighing she easily allowed herself to slide onto his lap when he pulled her backwards. She smiled at his words, yes, thing really were bad if he was telling her she could help in this. It hadn’t mattered how much she had begged, convinced and ‘tortured’ him it was for nothing because he still refused to let her help, and now this, he was asking for her help. “Cant do as much of a bad job as Brian did” She muttered softly, she wasn’t bothered about Brian hearing her talking about him, hell she’d do it in front of him, and would.

Her brow furrowed slightly at his words, a soft laugh falling from her lips as her hands curled around her waist and rested against his hands. “To right I do” Her words were low, a seductive purr, affirming what he had said. It wouldn’t be the first time she had used her female charm to get something she or Jack wanted.

With a soft sigh her head rolled to the side, dark eyes fluttering closed at the feel of hi slips pressed again the soft tender skin of her neck. She had tried this technique on Jack more then once to no avail, she smirked, if she was mean, real mean she’d used this to her advantage.

Shifting ever so slightly until she was sat sideways on his lap her dark eyes roaming over his face, fingers lifting to caress the side of his cheek gently, she smirked. “So now you want me to help you?” She questioned with a raised brow, lips pressing against this softly.

“You want me to flirt and flaunt myself of with some sleazy guy” She nipped playfully against his lower lip. “it’s a good job I love you…” She stated softly, “Ill get you what you need” And a little bit more, it was about time she had another conversation with her old friend.

Brian didn't want to hang around here any longer. He needed to get away from Bonnie and Clyde as quickly as he could especially when he saw them feeling each other up on the couch.
He shielded his eyes and walked towards the door. "Oh spare me!"
Then he turned the door nob and grabbed one of Jacks hoodies that hung on a hook on the door since he didn't fancy walking home naked.
"I think we're done...enjoy the rest of the ride while you can."
Whatever that was supposed to mean for Jack and Faye he left up to them. Whether he was simply out of the game or he'd rat his brother out...he wasn't quite sure himself.
Angrily he threw the door close and walked down the hall while he called a cab.

Outside he sat down on the curb waiting for the cab spat out the remaining bad taste and cursed bloody murder. It had been so long since he'd fucked up so badly and his won brother had managed to put his life in shambles again.
He'd rat the bastard out when it came down to it!

(Brian out.)

Jack let out a soft chuckle at her words. About one thing she was right. She couldn't do a worse job than Brian had tonight, and he knew she was good at what he was asking of her. She could cocktease her way to anything, get information out of any man, or whatever else she wanted from them. Hell, she had tried, and occasionally (more times than he'd ever be openly willing to admit) succeeded doing just that with him. On this job though, he had kept a firm hand right from the beginning no matter what she tried..

Her ass grinded slightly against him as she shifted on his lap, and he couldn't help the soft groan that escaped his lips before he smirked back at her. "Yeah, now I want you to help me." He mumbled as her lips pressed against his. He smirked again when she nipped at his lower lip, his own lips catching her upper lip as he softly nodded. It was exactly what he wanted her to do.. "As long as you don't go too far in getting me what I need, huh." He mumbled as he gave her thigh a soft yet insistent squeeze.

His head tilted slightly to the side, barely breaking off the kiss when he heard the bathroom door open. Brian was back in the living room, oh wait.. no.. his brother was leaving, taking one of his favorite hoodies with him. "Just so you know, I'll be wanting that back!" He called after Brian just before the front door slammed shut. Fucking bastard.

His eyes briefly glanced over the clock before he turned his attention back on Faye. It was almost time for himself to haul his ass out of here and back to the garage. Without even one fucking minute of sleep. He lifted his hand, smoothing his fingers through her long locks of her as he pressed another kiss to her lips. "Love you, babe." He whispered.

One brow lifted at his words, she should have been offended, most other woman would have been, but she wasn’t most, and she trusted Jack. If Jack needed her to do this then she would, even if it meant shaking her ass for someone that probably went out and paid for at the end of the week. “Not to far” She questioned her brow raising ever so slightly, a evident smirk crossing her lips, she placed one delicate kiss on the side of his lip, “And just exactly would you class to far Jack” She whispered, this time actually pressing her own lips against his, “To far?” She questioned huskily, a hand trailing under his shirt, and reaching his pants, “How about now?”

She barely registered Brian leaving, nor the choice words Jack threw after him, she was to focused on Jack, her fingers tickling the waist of his pants, “Trusting him was a mistake” She muttered, but it was more to her self then it was to Jack. Cops were just that, cops, they weren’t trust worthy, even Brian, who had danced the line of right and wrong, and was once more back to the side of the law.

Licking her lips she sighed at his words, which meant work. “When you get back we need to sit down, figure this out” She muttered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shifting so she could at least let him freshen up.

Jack nodded while the smirk remained on his face. He hadn't been too thrilled to ask her this, and damn right he didn't want her to go too far. He'd break anyone's hands, face, dick, if they even so much as much as looked at her in a way he didn't appreciate, let alone touch...

He chuckled slightly as she began her teasing, her lips pressing against the corner of his lips before she fully reached his mouth. "You really want to play this game with me? You know damn well what too far is..." He mumbled before he moaned softly when her hand reached his pants. His hand skimmed up over her side, cupping her clothed breast as he pressed his lips against hers once more. His tongue eased in to her mouth, rolling and playing against hers while his hand gently massaged her firm flesh.

He smirked darkly at her words. Actually, it was Brian's mistake for trusting him, for thinking he was still the same foolish, impulsive kid from back in Barstow. Sure, in a way he could have still been... But truth was, he had changed, and his only intentions now had been to use his brother, and drop him just as fast after Brian had served his purpose. Things had worked out a little differently though...

He let out an annoyed sigh when she moved from his lap. Work was anything but what he had on his mind right now, and after he stood up as well, he wrapped his arms around her body from behind, pressing his front against her ass. He lifted one hand to trail a finger over her soft skin, right above her cleavage. "I'll be back home before you know it, we'll talk..." He mumbled as he pressed a kiss against the side of her neck. He then moved from her to at least change out of his blood splattered shirt before he'd go to Larry's.

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Ten long hours later he was finally home, and he all but slammed his keys down on the table near the door. Larry had watched the news, had known the Evo was his and had fired off a big 'what the hell!' speech for hiding the car at the man's garage. His boss had always turned a blind eye to his 'out of office hours' activities, but nooo, not this time...

"Faye, you home!" He shouted while he walked in to the kitchen where he helped himself to a cold one. Maybe it was better if she wasn't with the mood he was in.. He screwed the top off the bottle on his way to the couch, sank down and took a long swig from the beer. Sooner or later he'd have to have a little talk with Brian, see what the fucking cops were up to, but for now he'd lay low a couple of days..

Work, luckily was a short shift, which was good, considering she was behind on an assignment for college, plus she still had some paper work to go over thanks to her work for the local law firm within LA. Which pretty much meant she had no time for a bath, food, or anything else. She was tired, and irritated, work always did that to her, but work, and then paper work when she got home never put her in a good mood.

She had been sat staring down at all her books for the last half an hour. Mainly because she was hungry and because her mind had gone utterly blank. Which was the last thing she needed when she had a god time restriction.

Huffing she rolled the pen between her hands she huffed smoothing fingers through slightly curled hair. Flicking it over her shoulder, dark eyes lifted at the sound of the door slamming open. Jack was home and it didn’t exactly sound like he was in a good mood.

With a breath she waited until he called out for her. What the hell she needed a break any way. Tossing her book closed she threw it further on the bed and headed down stairs, where she would have normally done her work (secretly she had wanted to sleep)

Leaning against the doorframe of the living room she looked down at Jack, “What happened?” She questioned , brow creased ever so slightly. She hated when Jack was in a mood.

Jack let out a sigh when he heard Faye's voice behind him. So she was home. Great.. "Larry happened. He decided to be a dick about the Evo, thinks the pigs will come knocking on his door. Shit, on paper I don't even work there.There's no traceable connection between me, the car and the garage. He knows that." He grumbled as he rubbed his engine grease stained hand over his by now probably equally grease stained face. The fucking bastard gave him a headache even on a good day, but he had managed to calm his boss down for the time being. All he needed to do was keep the Evo off the grid for a while, and Larry's garage had been the best place to do so..

He brought the beer back up to his lips and drank down the last bit before he stood up. His eyes racked over her body as he moved towards her, and despite his mood, he couldn't help the half smile crossing his lips. She looked beautiful even though he knew she was dead tired, and she was probably not in the mood to hear him bitch. Hell, he wasn't even in the mood to hear him bitch.

His hand cupped her chin to tilt her head slightly as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'm gonna take a shower. Get this stink off of me.." He whispered against her lips. His fingers brushed over her cheek, leaving some of the black engine smear on her skin as his mouth moved towards her ear next. "And maybe you should consider joining me, huh?" He whispered before he pulled away from her.

He moved towards the kitchen first where he easily dunked his empty bottle in the trash, before he headed towards the bathroom.