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Leslie sat in the corner of the truck, trying not to vomit at the stench of fish in the delivery truck that they would be traveling in since they needed to stay hidden. As Cipher now had God's Eye so they could easily be found. She tensed, feeling someone sit next to her, that person being Deckard. "Not a seafood person?" He questioned in a sarcastic manner. Leslie withholds the urge to roll her eyes. "I said no non work-related conversations. Did you not hear me earlier?" She turns her head to look at him, raising a brow. He smirks, chuckling lightly. "Oh no, I heard you. I just don't really care."

She hums sarcastically. "You must have a death wish."

"You know, you didn't answer my question." He retorts, nudging her side, though being careful of her arm. She scoffs, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm a vegetarian. And I doubt anyone enjoys the smell of dead fish, so..." Deckard nods as she trailed off. "Good point. It smells terrible in here." She nods in agreement, shutting her eyes again in hopes he would not talk again. Unfortunately, the universe was not on her side today. "You know how to drive? We're gonna need good drivers to catch Toretto."

Leslie groaned, throwing her head back dramatically, she then turns to face him incredulously. "Are you seriously questioning if I can drive?"

He shrugs, burying a smirk as he knew he was getting to her, "just want to be sure." She scoffs loudly, taking full offense. "For your information. I have been driving since I was a child. My father is one of the greatest street racers to ever live, so yes, I can drive. And I most certainly can race circles around you." Now it was his turn to scoff. "We'll see about that, princess."

She arched a brow at his audacity. "Did you seriously just call me a "princess?" I should shoot you right now just for that." Deckard chuckles, "anyone ever tell you you're a bit passive aggressive?" She looked down in thought before shrugging a shoulder. "Not to my face. Why? You know something I don't?" He pursed her lips, faking an innocent shrug. "Hey, don't look at me, I'm just the messenger." With an eye roll, she shakes her head. "I suggest you stop talking before you become a dead one," and with that, she closes her eyes.

After several complaints from Roman, they arrived at the destination. "And why are we traveling like this again?" He complains for the millionth time that day. Tej rolls his eyes, "because Dom took God's Eye, so we need to stay off the grid." Leslie stands up after getting woken up by Deckard with a nudge. Roman pulls up the door. "But like this?" They all grimace at the many dead fish that workers were fileting. "Look here, man. Before I throw up in my mouth, let me ask you, what are we doing here?"

They all follow behind Little Nobody, Leslie subconsciously walking beside Deckard. "That's a good question, Roman." A large warehouse door opens, giving them the view of hundreds of cars. Leslie's eyes widened, this was like every street racers dream. "Welcome to our new base of operations." Letty seemed to be starstruck as well. "No, seriously. What is this place?"

"This is heaven," Tej answers.

Leslie's eyes land on a gray Ferrari F12 that was being lifted up. A smile etched across her lips, the car reminding her of something her brother would've drove. "It's the agency garage. They call it the Toy Shop." Hobbs explains in short terms. Leslie smirks, eyeing all the cars as the crew walking inside, her heels clicking against the concrete, following behind Little Nobody. "This is where we house every vehicle seized from drug dealers on the East Coast. Now, Mr. Nobody said that if we're gonna have a chance at catching Dom, we're gonna have to be damn fast."

Little Nobody turns to them, looking at Leslie in specific, almost like he was trying to impress her. "Figured this would help." Deckard walks over to a large military truck, patting it's hood to see its durability. Leslie places her hand on Little Nobody's shoulder, "now this, is how you impress me." She whispers before walking over to check out a few cars, leaving the agent completely flustered and Deckard completely annoyed.

"We got a tank. 750 horsepower, 6.6 liter, V8 Duramax engine, with an M1 53 CROWS remotely operated weapon station on top." Tej admires the beauty of it. Leslie walks over, impressed that he knew of that. Ramsey tilts her head, not believing that they seized a tank. "You didn't get this from drug dealers." Little Nobody walks over and stands beside Leslie. "No. No, that, uh the United States Army lent me."

Leslie hums, impressed that the army would give him one of their tanks. She leans closer to his ear, "perhaps you can take me for a ride in it someday." Ramsey notices this and chuckles, knowing Leslie was enjoying getting Little Nobody all riled up. And it was definitely working by the blood rushing to his face.

"See, the Army's developing machines like this that soldiers can drive from a mile away, so they can stay safe and alive. But, luckily, there's a backup driver's seat for those of us that like to get more "hands on." Tej explains after noting Ramsey and Roman's confusion. "I'm sitting here wondering this whole time, will this thing fit in valet at Cheesecake Factory?" Roman says, Leslie raised a brow, having no clue what he was talking about.

Little Nobody was quick to intervene, sensing their interest in taking the tank for this job. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No one is getting "hands on." She doesn't go on city streets."

Leslie walks over to another car to admire it, Deckard doing the same as Roman argues with Little Nobody to get his hands on the neon orange Lamborghini. She inhales, looking around the warehouse once more. "My husband used to talk about this place all the time when he worked with the agency. It's quite weird, being in the same place he used to run jobs at. Almost feels like he's with me." Leslie turns to look at Deckard, who was already looking at her.

"He worked for the agency? What was his name?" Deckard asked, genuinely interested as he might know her husband. "Uh, Joseph Creed. He took my last name when we got married. He worked with Mr. Nobody for years, but we didn't talk about our work much. We didn't like to, but I assume it's how Mr. Nobody found me." Leslie shrugs as she pops the hood of the car, it wasn't exactly her type of car but it would do for this specific job. It was a black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+.

Deckard hums, he had never heard of the guy, nor did he see his name with the agency before. Leslie squints her eyes at the car, it was going to need some work if she was gonna use it. "So, do you have a wife?" She questions, grabbing some tools and rags from the table set up next to the car. "No," Deckard answers, passing her a socket wrench she points at. "Really?" Leslie hums, making Deckard silently start to question if she was mocking him.

"That's surprising. You took me for the married type. I mean, a guy like you is usually locked down. Are you at least divorced?" She questions, not hiding the genuine surprise by his lack of marriage status. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not." Deckard retorts, getting a small snicker from her. "But, uh, no, not divorced. There was this one woman, Valerie. We were together for a long time before we ended things last year."

"Oh? How come? If you don't mind me asking, of course." Leslie pressed a button that lifted the car up so she could replace some stuff at the bottom. "We were too busy for each other. It just wasn't working out," Deckard shrugs carelessly. "I understand. Valerie Santina was always one to put her work above others," Leslie said. Deckard furrowed his brows, looking at her slightly shocked. "You knew Valerie?"

"Knew her? We used to be best friends. She was my greatest competition. But, as you said, she puts work above everything, including her friends. It's good that you broke up. She's not a very good person." Leslie scoffs under her breath, grabbing a pan to change the oil. Deckard raised a brow, feeling that there was more to this story. "There's definitely more to that story. What happened between you two?"

Leslie rolled her eyes at the memory, using a cloth to wipe her hands. "She double crossed me, left me for dead, there's nothing more to it."

"You didn't get revenge?" He questioned, finding that hard to believe. Leslie glanced at him and back to the car. "There was this one attempt. Street race, London, 2007. We crashed, horrible collision. I took away her ability to have children that night, but that crash also took something from me. I was, uh, I was pregnant, I didn't know it. That crash killed my child, and my own ability to carry another. So, Valerie always has one up on me, I guess." Honestly, she surprised herself by talking about it. But there was something oddly trustworthy about him.

Deckard took a deep breath, processing that information. It was a lot to take in, finally knowing the real reason Valerie couldn't carry. Quickly cutting their conversation short, Little Nobody had run over with wide eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way. This is a 4 million dollar show car. There's no way you take this on city streets." He exclaimed. Leslie looked quite unbothered by this, as per usual. "Okay? Put it on my tab, darling. Along with all this stuff," Leslie passed him a note that had car parts she would need.

"I don't think you understand me. You can't take this car." He states firmly.

Leslie shoots Deckard a look and walks over to Little Nobody, sliding her hands onto his chest in a flirtatious manner. "Listen, Eric," she spoke, noting his surprise as her saying his real name. "I really prefer to use this car. It was one of my husband's favorites." Deckard pursed his lips, not shocked that she was pulling the widow card on the poor agent. "So, it would really make me happy to use this car. And you want to make me happy, don't you?" She flutters her lashes and Deckard rolls his eyes.

Eric nods, taking a step back. "I'll go get you those keys," he says. Leslie smiles gratefully, "thank you, darling." She turns to face Deckard and winks with a smirk. He scoffs, shaking his head, "You're evil."

Leslie watches as he walks to his car which is conveniently next to hers. "Better to be the Evil Queen than to be Snow White," she shrugs.

After discussing the plan to use grappling hooks to trap Dom, they all began to attach the device to each of their cars. Leslie glances over to see Hobbs approaching Deckard with some papers in his hand. "Captain Deckard Shaw, distinguished himself by acts of gallantry at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. His bold actions saved the lives of hostages and his teammates. Recommendation: Victoria Cross. Highest honor the British government has ever given...to a traitor."

Leslie already knew all this information, as she had looked into everyone she was working with. She knew Luke wasn't exactly innocent either, nor was Letty, or Tej, but that didn't effect her opinions on them. Hobbs didn't seem to believe what he was reading. "Something about this whole thing that just doesn't add up to me." Deckard paused what he was doing to respond. "Well, that would be the same kind of funny math that says a DSS agent who has a Silver Star for valor stole an EMP. Sound familiar, huh?"

She walked past them, walking over to Roman's car to install his hook as he was busy listening for anything on the radio. She walked over to the tray and looked through the stuff for anything she needed as Hobbs and Deckard lifted something onto the stand to install into the car. "You know what, Twinkle Toes? In another life, I bet me and you could've done some serious damage." Deckard says much to Leslie's surprise.

Hobbs nods in agreement. "Yeah, we could've."

Leslie pauses her work, waiting for it. "Shame I'm gonna have to bounce your head off the fender when this is all over." And there it was. She smirks, walking over to Roman's car and grabbing the grappling hook to modify it. Hobbs, wasn't that surprised at Deckard's comment, quick to retort with his own. "Ah, well, with all due respect, Captain, when this whole thing is over, we're gonna find a location, and I'm gonna knock your teeth so far down your throat, you're gonna stick a toothbrush right up your ass to brush them."

Leslie pursed her lips, that was certainly an odd threat but it was very Hobbs coded. After quickly installing Roman's hook, she walked over to help Little Nobody's with his after sensing his trouble. "You're not very good with cars. You sure you're up for this particular mission?" Leslie questioned the agent, wiping her hands on the cloth. "I know what it looks like, but I was a street racer for a good part of my life so I know my way behind the wheel." He responded.

Leslie hummed, grabbing a socket wrench. "Really? That's shocking. I didn't take you for one to break the rules."

A bit further away, Deckard and Hobbs were fixing up the car, seeing as it would get done quicker with two people. "So, what's goin' on with you and Creed?" Hobbs questions, passing Deckard a wrench. "Nothing going on. Why do you ask? You like her?" Deckard returns the questions with a raised brow. "Nah, I don't get with criminals. But, I noticed she only seems to like an actual person when she's with you. Call me ridiculous but, you're the only person she's actually smiled at." Hobbs explains with a shrug.

Deckard shrugs. "Just being nice. She'll tell me to piss off eventually."

Hobbs grinned, "well, when that happens, give me a call, I wanna be there to see it in person."

A short while later, they all hear shouts coming from the radio. "We got an army of cars driving themselves! Send backup, send SWAT! I don't care if you send the goddamn Boy Scouts, just send 'em some help!" Letty picks up the radio with a knowing look. "Now, that's Dom."

Leslie smirks and pats the hood of her car. "Let's go catch us a criminal."

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a/n: leslie finally opening up is so mwuah 😍 she deserves the world idc

yk i had to mention my bby val in here somewhere 🤭 but i had to do her dirty ik

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