The I6 roared as it tore down the streets of London, the brunette driver in the car glancing at the rear view mirror every once in a while to see whether or not there was anyone behind her. All she could see were the circular lights of Joanne's Porsche, trailing behind her. In situations like these, Kimberly's senses went into autopilot at a higher level. Everything was focused on making sure she got away from the cops cleanly. It was essentially survival. She didn't even remember how she got to where she was in the first place. Everything was a blur, her senses and instinct taking over all processes in her brain as she dodged and weaved and slid into alleys, sideroads, and roads that would aid in her getaway. She wasn't even like this when she went racing. Even during racing she was fully aware, planning her every move in anticipation. It was like chess, but with cars. Every move was meant to set up the next move, that was the way Kimberly's style worked. Full aggression, pedal to the medal and never easing it. The Skyline had taken a lot of abuse, since Kimberly was whipping it left and right and driving at maximum pace. It was a car's worst nightmare, but Kimberly made it so that it was conditioned for this. It would be a while before it gave up and failed on Kimberly. Since the coast seemed to be clear, she pulled into a local parking lot. The R34 deserved a bit of rest and time to cool down before she made her way to wherever the hell Ross was. He knew this area way better than Kimberly - he could be anywhere right now. She parked her car and turned it off, allowing the turbo timer to operate before the car totally shut off. She grabbed her phone from her center console, taking a deep breath and removing her jacket because the recent getaway had taken a lot out of her. She needed to unwind a bit and get herself collected. It had been far too long since she had done this, not being used to the adrenaline it induced. She looked at her phone, checking it for any sign of Ross on her phone. Unfortunately there wasn't really any signal in this particular location of London, which was a bit odd but it happened. Luckily, Joanne's Porsche pulled in, parking itself right next to Kimberly's Skyline as the Scottish girl disembarked. "Didn't take ya for such a good runner." Joanne chuckled, shutting the door behind her. Kimberly squinted a little bit to make out where exactly Joanne was so she could know where she was talking at, "I've done this before." Kimberly replied, rubbing her tattooed arm. "I could tell, I just followed your lead and you brought us in the clear. You looked like you knew where exactly you were going." Joanne got a little bit closer since Kimberly was having a hard time finding where Joanne was, "How exactly long have you been doing this?" Kimberly shrugged, before winking and looking back at her Skyline. "Long enough to handle one of those." Kimberly was kicking at the ground before she got the tri-tone text sound on her phone. It was a text from her husband. Joanne was able to see the screen and Kimberly's lock screen, which was a family picture with her daughter at a beach of sorts. The text revealed the location of where exactly Ross was. "Well looks like we gotta get packed up and on our way then. We just got ourselves a location." --- Somewhere Outside Gravesend The Skyline had proceeded to said location at a moderate pace. Now that Kimberly had no police to worry about, especially since she was out of their jurisdiction. The Skyline deserved a cooldown drive, driving about in third gear and at a low RPM. Kimberly wondered what exactly that husband of hers was up to. Most likely changing the plates on his car, since they had a pair of some fake plates on their cars right now. They possessed fake plates for just about anywhere, all fifty states of the United States included. It was something that would land Kimberly and Ross in prison, so thats why they kept it somewhere nobody would know. It was the perfect plan. Her facade might be a bit harder considering her car was a lot more recognizable. With some time, Kimberly found herself in the layby Ross's Subaru was parked in - the headlights of her car lighting up the Subaru before she turned the car off again. Joanne's Porsche followed closely. As Kimberly exited her car, she had this odd feeling of deja vu. It was like she was in a place like this right after running from cops. It was uncanny. She found her husband and hugged him, wrapping him like a snake and planting a long kiss on his lips. She was smiling big time, happy to see her husband again. "I missed you so much, baby!" She said, embracing him. Joanne looked like she was going to be nauseous with the affection that Kimberly was showing to her husband, but a woman had needs she needed to fill. Kimberly looked up at Ross, smiling. "Hi." "Those fucking cops. They honestly almost got m- I mean us. If I recognized it one second too late I would be sitting in a British jail right now. I'm so glad I'm here right now." Kimberly groaned, putting her face into Ross's chest, exhaling. "It's good to be back with you." She grinned, before unlatching from him. "Gotta get those plates off. Car's not even registered here anyway." Kimberly muttered, before opening the boot of her car and grabbing a screwdriver out of it. All she needed to do was remove the plates. It would look like she had just imported this car over and was awaiting registration in the UK. But now, it was good that Kimberly was safe and sound. She would live to race another day. --- Somewhere in Lydden Hill That morning, the alarm went off a bit early for Kimberly's tastes, resulting in her cracking an eye open and pressing the button on her phone to turn it off. It was a bit annoying how she had to wake up this early for a rallycross event. She groaned and got up, adjusting her shirt so that her breasts weren't in an awkward position. From there she got set up for the day, including taking a shower and getting freshened up - the process including her putting on her face and making sure she was ready to stun and look good for a day of racing. Soon, the sound of a turbo four-banger filled the dirt course as a certain American woman took a joyride in it. She had a friend there who allowed her to drive this car around as long as she wanted, and by golly it was fun. Kimberly was dressed in full race attire, adidas suit, gloves, shoes, and a Sparco helmet! Her visor was flipped up so that she could see, but was handling the car like a dream. This was probably one of the greatest Toyotas ever made, it was so fun to whip around a dirt hairpin, drifting it as best as she could. At this point she had been whipping around in it for an hour or so, coming here extra early so that she could have the opportunity to drive a car like this. It was very well worth it. Ross wasn't even here yet, Kimberly was the first one here. Not even Ryan or his little racing partner were present yet. It was just her, a few other participants, and her friend that allowed her to drive the car. But eventually, Kimberly had to pull into the paddock. That was to allow her friend to set it up for their class later today. It was a tight squeeze, but she got out of the car just fine, helmet and everything. She thanked her friend and wished them good luck, before walking back to the area meant for her squad. It had a tent set up with tools and everything - some people were there already discussing how they were going to set up the cars. Kimberly simply said hi before she went into the back, opening up her bag and pulling out her cell phone. She had amassed a long list of missed calls from her older sister - who just happened to be taking care of her daughter while Kimberly was away. Since the call was only a few minutes ago she decided to call her sister back, hearing the little trill noise as it connected with her sister back in the states. It was pretty late back in the states, but if she knew her sister AND her daughter they were both still up. The call connected and it was showing a live feed of her older sister, Maria, smiling and waving. Kimberly and Maria looked very similar, with some minor differences in face shape. Kimberly's daughter, Mia, poked into the screen and glanced at it, before seeing it was her one and only mommy! Enthusiastically, Kimberly was met with a very lively greeting. Mia had her hair up in a bun. When most people took one look at the one and a half year old, she was a splitting image o Kimberly, just with hazel eyes and a little bit of her dad's features. "Hi baby! How are you?" Kimberly smiled at the sight of her daughter on the phone. Mia's happy response was a good enough reaction, she was giggling and lying into her aunt's belly, Maria gasping a little bit. "How's the trip? The Skyline treating you well?" Maria said, holding Mia by the waist and bouncing her up and down on her leg. She was confused momentarily, but she turned around and figured out it was just Aunt Maria. "Skyline's been alright. It did real well a few days ago. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I'm at some cool rallycross event." Maria nodded, she was about to say something but was interrupted by Mia starting to fuss. It was way past her bedtime and she was tired. "I think someone's a little tired, isn't she?" Kimberly said, smiling down at her phone. Maria looked at Mia, who was fussing a lot more now, "Yeah. I should put her to bed now. I'll see you later, sis." Kimberly nodded, "Okay sis. Good night! Good night Mia, love you!" Kimberly said, smiling and waving goodbye. Mia only waved back, before the call disconnected. Kimberly then was returned to her lockscreen and looked out to the garage, waiting for everyone else to arrive so that she could get started with her day. But for the time being, she figured she would take a nap in her race suit. There was no reason as to why not anyway.