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Brianna Jasmine O’Connor was chosen to go undercover for one reason and one reason alone. No matter what the guys on the force said about her getting the job because she had a nice body and smile, she knew differently. Brianna knew the reason she had gotten the job was because as soon as Tanner had saw in her file that at some point in her pre-teen years that she had gotten caught boosting and racing cars she would be perfect for fitting into the scene. 

Brianna wouldn’t say it aloud, but she was beyond excited to get behind a wheel again. Even though this was an undercover operation, she was going to take full advantage of the situation and race to her hearts content. The first part of the operation was to infiltrate the Toretto gang. She had already gotten the job at Harry’s and coincidentally that was also where she was going to be staying. 

Deciding to infiltrate the Toretto gang by going to their little café seemed to be the best course of action. Mia Toretto was the one who ran the small little shop and also appeared to be the least dangerous. 

Brianna walked into the shop and took a seat at the bar where Mia was reading. Mia looked up and smiled at the familiar blonde who was starting to become a repeated customer. 

“How’s the tuna,” Brianna asked smiling. 

Mia rolled her eyes smirking slightly, “It was crappy yesterday, and it’s crappy today. You’ve come here almost every day.”

Brianna laughed, “Alright, I’ll have the tuna on white.” 

“Tuna on white, without the crusts,” Mia replied still laughing.

 
As Mia set to work, Brianna opened up her magazine to continue to read about the parts she could add to the impound car she had convinced Tanner would do well to fit her role. 

When Mia set the plate down, Brianna got to work on her sandwich and in the distance, she could hear the roar of the engines belonging to the Toretto gang. As the Toretto gang came into the shop, Brianna kept herself casual and relaxed, while keeping one Dominic Toretto out of the corner of her eye. She felt the air shift next to her and turned to see Vince. 

“Hey Mia,” he said, “looking good.” He then turned to eye Brianna. Leering at the girl sitting in the chair next to him. 

“Can I help you,” Brianna asked lazily, looking at the man. 

“Just wondering if with a body like that if it’s the original model,” Vince asked, eyeing her up and down.

“Vince,” Mia said, with a warning. Brianna looked at Mia and smiled softly at the other girl. 

“Naw, man, you don’t mess with a classic like this,” she joked as she gestured to herself. She heard a snort and a muttered damn right, Vince let out a choked laugh. She turned back to her food and looked around, Mia was smiling, Jesse was staring at her like a love sick puppy, Leon had a small smile on his face, Dom was smirking at her, and Letty, well, Letty was glaring at her as if she was dirt. 

“Thanks Mia, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brianna said as she got up, ready to leave. Walking out to the red truck she had for delivering for Harry, she wasn’t prepared for Letty to start for her. 

“Why don’t you try the burger place, you skank,” Letty growled.

Rolling her eyes, and without completely turning around she replied, “I like the tuna here.”

“Bullshit! No one likes the tuna here,” Letty spat. 

“Well I do,” she then turned and walked away. What she wasn’t expecting, was to roughly be shoved from behind and right into the car. 

Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks Brian knew one thing for sure, how to fight. So when she turned around and shoved Letty back, she wasn’t surprised when the other girl threw a punch and hit her full on the side of her eye. 

Fuck, that’s going to leave a mark, she thought as blood trickled in over eye, clouding her vision. She didn’t give up though, she gave as good as she got. When she finally ended up on top.

The next thing she knew as she was about to slam her elbow down on Letty’s nose again, she was picked up like a puppy by the scruff of her shirt, dangling a couple of feet off the ground. Dazed and confused she turned to look at Dom, who had moved her behind him. Letty charged one last time, even as Leon grabbed a hold of her.

“Watch it! Don’t push it, you embarrass me,” Dom yelled. 

“She was in my face man,” Brianna tried to explain. 

“Well now I’m in your face,” Dom said, “Jesse pass me the wallet.” 

Looking at the wallet and then back at the girl in front of him he said, “Brianna Elaine Spilner. Sounds like a serial killer name. Are you a serial killer?” On the inside he was laughing, the girl was maybe a 100 pounds soaking wet. Blood was dripping down to her black shirt and onto her ripped jeans. Her black converse were scuffed to the max and it looked like she could use a new pair. 

“Naw man, I go by Brian,” she said in response. 

“I better not catch you coming round here again,” Dom said. 

“This is bullshit man,” she yelled out. 

Dom paused, “You work for Harry right. Now you’ve just been fired.” 

Dom watched as Brian, with her beach blonde wavy hair and piercing blue eyes, got in the car and drove off. He called Harry and gave a half assed attempt to try and get the girl fired. Harry gave him a line of bullshit of how good work was hard to find and he let it drop. He didn’t think he’d see Brian again after what had just gone down. 

That night he was surprised when he rolled up to the race only to find one Brian Spilner waiting to race. As he was setting the terms of the race, Brian jumped in ready to give her car if she lost and taking the money and respect if she won. 

He had to admit the girl had balls. Not like Letty, where she was forcing herself to be as tough as the boys. Brian was a whole other level of ballsy, and she proved as soon as the race ended smiling and laughing like a madwoman.

“Bro, I almost had you,” she said, cackling softly

“You almost had me,” Dom asked incredulously, “You didn’t even have your car. Saying you almost had me.” 

As he then proceeded to go into a lecture, Brian spaced out feeling the adrenaline from the race. She turned to Mia to find her laughing, not at her, but at the situation. All of a sudden everyone was jumping into their cars as cops started swarming. 

Brian immediately hopped into the car, driving off. A few minutes later she ended up yelling at Dom to get in. Seeing the cops coming at her didn’t cause her to panic, no this wasn’t the first time she had slipped through the cops while driving. 

“You a wheelman or something,” Dom asked. He heard her snort, “Sorry wheelwoman.” 
“No,” she replied rolling her eyes.

“Ever done time,” Dom asked casually.

Brian paused for a moment, “Just a couple of overnighters.” 

Dom hummed, “What about those two years in juvie, for boosting cars?” 

She turned to look at him in shock. “Jesse can find anything on the internet.” 

Brian turned away to focus on the road. “Shit, this is going to be a long night,” Dom said as a gun tapped on her window. They were led to a part in Chinatown, where she was introduced to Johnny and Lance Tran. At that moment she decided she hated them as they blew up her car. Technically, it was Dom’s car, but she had still had a tiny bit of hope she would be able to maybe keep it. 

They walked in silence, for a little before she couldn’t help but ask how he knew Tran.

Dom looked at her, “Deal gone wrong. Probably doesn’t help that I slept with his sister.” 

Brian snorted and then started laughing, “Sorry, I just can’t imagine how Letty took that.” 

Dom smiled slightly, “We weren’t together at the time, so she wasn’t nearly as pissed.” 

Dom continued to listen to Brian’s laugh, it was nice. Brian didn’t laugh like most girls, she laughed like she didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t try and make her laugh sound nice and cute, Brian laughed how someone should laugh: freely.

As soon as they were able to, they hailed a taxi and drove to Dom’s. At this point in time, Brian was lagging, usually after driving like this she would have passed out.

“You want to come in and have a beer,” Dom asked, watching as Brian paused and turned around. 

“I don’t know, I’m not sure I’m going to make it much longer,” Brian replied softly. 

Dom smiled and beckoned her over, “Perfect reason for you to stay and have a drink, then you can just crash here.” 

Brian debated with herself for a few seconds before ultimately following Dom into the house. In the house everything was in full swing. Dom walked passed everyone to where Letty sat.

“Where were you,” Dom asked aggressively. 

“There were cops everywhere,” Letty replied angrily. “What’s the bitch doing here?” 

“That “bitch” is the one who kept me out of handcuffs,” Dom yelled, “Is that your beer?” 

Letty nodded her head and Dom took the nearly full beer and walked away. 

Meanwhile, Brian stood awkwardly by the front door, where she was being scrutinized by Vince 
Brian slowly turned her attention to Dom as he strolled over with two beers, “You can have any brew you want, as long as it’s a Corona.” 

Brian grabbed the beer. “That one’s Letty’s so enjoy”

Looking Letty in the eye she took the bottom of her cut off shirt and cleaned the top off before lifting it to her lips and taking a large swallow. 

Dom wasn’t going to lie; he was impressed Brian was able to hold her ground so well even as the rest of the family came over. Even Mia came out from her room to greet them. 

“Hey Bri,” Mia greeted with a smile. Dom watched as Brian returned the smile and greeted her in return.

Dom turned to Mia and asked, “Do you mind if she spends the night with you? I told her it was ok, when I invited her in, if not she can spend the night in my room.”

“Not happening,” Letty exclaimed.

Mia laughed, “Yeah, we’ll have a great time, right Bri?” 

Brian nodded still smiling, while nursing her almost finished beer. Dom was a bit shocked to find that she had drank it so fast. 

“You all right there Bri,” Mia asked. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all good. I, uh, I only had that sandwich today and I usually just crash after a race. I think I’m really starting to feel that beer and the lack of adrenaline,” Brian said slightly dazed. She’d had a problem since she was a kid remembering to eat. With Rome around, it was easier because he would remind her and give her the food when she forgot. Or her mom just didn’t feed her. 

“Light-weight,” Letty coughed. The others laughed, except for Mia who looked worriedly at the girl.

 
“Come on,” Mia ordered, “I’ll get you some food and then you can take a shower.”

“Thanks Mia,” Brian said. The two left to feed Brian and so she could take a shower. 

“Hey Bri,” Dom called, waiting for her to turn around, “you still owe me a ten second car.” 

The others laughed and Mia rolled her eyes and gave a little huff, but Brian smiled. 

Around three in the morning was when people were finally clearing out. Jesse was in his room, Leon had gone to bunk with him, Vince was on the couch, and Letty had left for his room. Dom quietly went to check on Mia and Brian. Slowly he opened the door to find Mia in the bed under the covers and Brian in only a sweatshirt and underwear laying on top of the covers with half her body on top of Mia. For a few moments he just watched the way Brian slept. The nice curve of her ass, the long tan legs, the tiny piece of skin that was just peeking out from under the sweatshirt. Dom walked over to Mia’s chair, where there was a throw blanket and gently covered Brian. He listened as she hummed in her sleep as the blanket was put over and watched as she snuggled closer to Mia. Dom smiled and left to join Letty. 

The next day, while everyone was working Brian came by with a piece of junk on the trailer. 
“What the hell is that,” Dom asked laughing.

“It’s your ten second car,” Brian said smiling widely. Jesse moved to check the junk Brian had decided to bring. 

“You could maybe push it. Maybe even tow it across the line,” Jesse said incredulously.
The others chuckled, Dom snorted and said, “Bri, I said you owe me a 10 second car, not a 10 minute one.”

Brian rolled her eyes at them, “Have some faith. Pop the hood.”

Jesse opened the hood, “wow a 2jz engine, no shit, after about 15 grand or more this car will decimate.” 

Brian smirked at Dom, “What’d I tell ya.” 

“Alright, I take it back, you did good,” Dom teased. “When you’re not working at Harry’s, you’re working here at the garage.”

That night when Brian was on her way she was pulled over and taken in by her sergeant to the house they had staked out. 

“You got anything for me,” Agent Bilkins asked.

“I haven’t found anything,” Brian said, “I don’t think it’s Toretto though. He’s too controlled in everything he does for it to be him.”

“Did you read his file,” Tanner asked, “he nearly beat a man half to death with a wrench. Toretto sounds like the definition of controlled.” 

“I don’t care if you have to blow your cover, you better find me something,” Bilkins ordered.

Brian left to go work at Harry’s, when she got there, Hector had begun placing an order that could potentially have something to do with the supped-up cars that were pulling the jobs. That night she went to check Hector’s garage. As she went through the garage, she didn’t see the cars that would be responsible for pulling the job. She climbed down a ladder from the roof, where she was hit in the head with the butt of a shot-gun and then promptly passed out for a few minutes. When she came to Vince and Dom were standing over her. 

“Is Letty right, are you a cop? ,” Vince growled.

“I’m not a cop,” Brian defended. She looked over to Dom, who had his arms crossed and was staring at her coolly. “Talk,” Dom ordered. 

Taking a breath, “I still owe you a ten second car. I figured if I could find some information on the cars that would be good,” Brian defended. 

“Are you a cop,” Dom asked.

“I’m not a cop,” Brian lied.

“Let’s take a ride,” Dom said, while Vince hauled her to her feet. 

They got in a car Jesse was driving and went to where the Trans garage was located. Exploring the garage, Brian saw DVD players and other suspicious items in the garage. 

“Brian.” She heard her name whisper yelled and turned to find Dom waving her over, just in time as the garage began to open. This was the stuff she needed, this was the kind of stuff she could hand over to Bilkins and hopefully this would be over, and she wouldn’t have to keep lying to the Toretto family. They crouched behind some cars, Dom pressed to her back, she could feel the heat radiating off of Dom.  As they escaped into the night, Dom dropped Jesse and Vince off and took Brian back to Harry’s where he found that, that was where she had been sleeping. 

He walked her to the back door, where she unlocked it and let her and himself in. Dom couldn’t help himself, but look around at the bare sheets, the small amount of clothes littered close to the laundry basket, yet not quite in it, the way that there were no pictures. He couldn’t really fault her for that though. Living in the back of Harry’s there was no need until she got her own place.

 
Dom watched as Brian stripped in front of him, like it didn’t really matter. He was a bit shocked, but all he could do was watch until he noticed the stiffness in her neck. Without knowing what he was doing his hands found the back of her neck and started to put pressure there. Brian let out a surprised gasp which then turned into little moans that she couldn’t hold in.

Dom paused. “Change into your pajamas and I’ll give you a massage,” Dom quietly ordered. 

Brian looked at him with a hooded gaze and moved to slip out of her clothes even more. She threw on a sweatshirt that was huge on her and a clean pair of underwear, moving towards the bed. Dom couldn’t help but imagine her in his clothes, sleeping in his shirt. Or nothing at all. He followed her to the bed, taking off his shoes and jeans, and getting on to the bad before Brain, forcing her to have no choice but to lay on top of him. Brian rolled her eyes but laid on top of him anyways just so he would go back to rubbing the knot out of her neck. 

Dom waited for her to get comfortable before he slowly slid his hand up the back of her shirt and started to rub the muscles out. He worked his way up her back and the higher he went, the nicer the noises became. Brian’s head was resting on his shoulder and every little moan, whimper, or cry of pleasure was right in Dom’s ear making the blood rush to his dick. At some point during the massage, Brian’s legs had gone to wrap over his waist, making their bottom halves grind together. However, Dom didn’t stop the massage, if anything he became more diligent, especially at the little spot on the base of her neck. 

After hearing the breathy little moans, she kept making as he rubbed the spot, he slowly moved her head, so they were now lip to lip. Dom had never felt something so perfect in his life. Their lips molded perfectly together. Brian wasn’t fighting for dominance, no, the way she kissed was exactly how Brian was in real life, go with the flow. They spent a few hours like this, before Dom ultimately left. 

The next day while in the garage with Letty, Letty tried to start something. Usually he would be all for garage sex. Yet, he couldn’t get the little moans Brian made and how well her lips melded to his. Letty and he both ran hot, like fires clashing together, trying to consume one another. It was always a fight for dominance.  With Brian on the other hand, there wasn’t a fight. He knew she could be dominant, but from what he gathered, Brian didn’t feel the need to fight for dominance. 

“Letty, I can’t do this,” Dom started.

Letty glared. “It’s because of that skank isn’t it? She’s a fucking a cop Dom. She’s ruining our family and she’s going to fuck us over,” Letty all but screamed at him. 

Meanwhile a raid was taking place at the Tran residence. Brian hoped that these were the people they were looking for. She was almost begging for it to be Tran and not Dom. It turns out that she’s not that lucky and the DVD players all have receipts. 

When the Supra is finished, Dom and Brian take it out for a spin. When they hit a red light and a Ferrari meets them on their other side, Brian can’t help but whistle. 

“How much does that cost,” Brian asks the guy. 

The guy looks them up and down before basically telling them they’ll never be able to afford one. Dom takes one look at Brian and just tells her to smoke him. And she does. Even if it’s reckless the way she was driving, she smokes him easily. When they get to the little restaurant by the ocean, Dom can tell somethings on Brian’s mind. 

“What’s wrong Bri,” Dom asks.

“Nothing. I’ve got my good days and my bad days, just like everybody else,” Brian replies casually. “I just need to make a little extra money so I can get out from Harry’s,” Brian paused, “Let me be part of whatever you’ve got going on Dom.”

Dom looks her over. “What are you talking about,” he carefully asks.

“Don’t try and bullshit me. I know there’s no way you’re able to pay for these kinds of parts and cars, with the garage, street racing, and the café. So, I want in,” Brian answers quietly. 

Slowly Dom gets out the address to race wars and hands it over. 

“What’s this,” Brian asks.

“That is a tryout. We’ll see how you do at race wars and then maybe we’ll talk about it,” Dom paused. 

“If you really don’t want to stay at Harry’s anymore, you can just come live with us,” Dom offers cautiously. 

This is why Brian wants to be wrong. This is the side she gets to see, screw Tanner and Bilkins, this is how she gets to see Dom: the guy who offers the shirt off his back for someone he barely knows.

 
She smiles softly at him, “Thanks for the offer, but I’m just be grouchy because I’m tired.”

He smiles back at her, “Need me to give you another massage,” he asks. 

Brian throws her head back and laughs. “Well, I’ll never oppose it, if you want to give it a go,” she replies cheekily. 

That’s all Dom needs for him to pay the bill and then drag her back to his place where he does indeed give her a massage. He really can’t help himself around her, with her being so free and wild, and just hot all the damn time. This time after Dom gives Brian a massage, without even prompting, Brian returns the favor. Her “massage” consists of pulling down his pants and then giving a blowjob that may have ended all blowjobs, that’s how good it was. When they’re really done messing around, they fall asleep spooned together. When they wake up in the morning, they lazily greet one another with a quick make out session and a bit of groping. 

Today’s Race Wars though, so nothing can keep them in bed for long. They drive separately because they’ll both be racing and they both need their cars. Race Wars goes about as expected except for one thing. Johnny ends up winning the race against Jesse. To make things worse Jesse runs off with the car. That night Brian knows something is going to go wrong. When she spots Mia crying because of Dom, she does the only thing she can do to help; she tells Mia she’s a cop. 

Brian tells Mia everything, how she’s screwed because she’s a cop that fell in love with her mark. How she wanted it to be anyone but Dom and the crew. She tells Mia everything, as they get in the car to stop Dom. Mia drives them, racing toward Dom, to hopefully stop what’s about to happen. When they finally track down the crew, Vince is on the truck with his arm wrapped in the cable and about to be shot. Brian doesn’t think, she jumps onto the truck and unwraps his arm. 

“Vince, man, you got to jump. I can’t toss your fat ass,” Brian yells over the sound of the wind.

Luckily, Vince jumps and makes it to the car. Brian stands and looks, only to see a shotgun pointed right at her head. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps right on top of the car. 

Mia swerves off the road and Vince is immediately out of the car and on the ground. Brian holds pressure to the wound as Dom and everyone else swarms them. Dom bends down and holds pressure on the wound and Brian pulls out her phone. She can’t look Dom in the eye as she makes the call. 

“This is officer O’Conner, I need a medical evac,” Brian tells the person on the other line. Dom looks at her, the only thing in his eyes is rage. If she had turned, she might have seen a look akin to pity in Leon and Mia’s eyes. 

“I fucking told you Dom,” Letty yells as a helicopter lands, ready to take Vince away. The others rush to Mia’s car and drive away. Brian stands there, in the middle of the desert and does something that would cause Rome to call her a “crazy white girl” she burns the cars. Every last piece of evidence gets burned. At this point, Bilkins and Tanner will have nothing legit on the Toretto’s. It’ll all be hearsay and you can’t put a man away for hearsay. 

When Brian arrives at the Toretto’s, Dom has a gun loaded and is about to hop in the charger. Brian hops out of the car, her gun up and ready. 

“Move the car,” Dom orders.

Brian doesn’t back down. “Can I just explain myself; you don’t have to shoot me.”

“I’ve got to find Jesse before Tran does, I’m not going to shoot you,” Dom replies. 

“Then we’ll do this my way. I’ll call in and get Jesse in protective custody,” Brian tell him. A rumble of an engine can be heard and here comes Jesse in the Jeda. 

“Dom, I messed up,” it’s all Jesse can say as he tries not to cry. The sound of motorcycles can be heard, and Dom and Brian turn to see Johnny and Lance Tran coming at them with guns. 

Brian doesn’t even think as she runs to Jesse to cover him pulling him down as bullets fly at them and around the yard. She feels one go through her stomach, but she continues to hold onto Jesse. In the distance, she can hear Dom yelling her name. Then they’re gone and the bullets stop.
Dom runs to Brian and holds her, seeing where the bullet hit her, he yells at someone to call 911. 

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Dom repeats softly, keeping pressure on the wound.
Brian can feel the pressure on Dom’s hand and hears the soothing sound of his voice and she just relaxes. 

“I’m sorry,” she croaks out looking at him and then everything goes dark. 

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“Brian, open your eyes,” Dom yelled at the girl who was bleeding on him. In the distance, the sound of an ambulance could be heard blaring down the street. The paramedics rushed out of the ambulance, with Sergeant Tanner jumping out of the police car following.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to stand back,” a paramedic ordered, as he took over Brian. Dom slowly released his hold on the girl, gently moving her to the paramedic, where she was put on a stretcher.

“What the hell happened,” Tanner asked, as he approached a blood covered Dom.

“I- She came here to talk to me after we found out she was a cop. I was about to go looking for Jesse after Race Wars, after he lost his car to Tran and drove away,” Dom paused. “She came back here to explain herself and help look for Jesse, but Jesse came back before she could call in to get him in protective custody. Next thing I know the Trans are flying up and shooting at us. Before I had the chance, Brian dove in front of Jesse.”

Tanner listened to the statement. “After shooting at a cop, we’ll have Tran for attempted murder.”

Dom nodded and took a shuttering breath as he tried to calm his nerves. He felt a hand touch his back and turned around to see Mia.

“We can’t do anything for Brian right now, so get cleaned off, and then we’ll go to the hospital,” Mia calmly ordered, taking his hand, and leading him to the house, before gently nudging him toward the bathroom. After cleaning the blood off and changing clothes, Dom and the family left for the hospital. Tanner was already in the waiting room, sitting with a cup of coffee.

As the Toretto’s approached he stood, “They just got her out of surgery. The doctor said she can take a few visitors, but she’ll be in a medically induced coma.”

Dom got up and followed Tanner into Brian’s room and took a seat right next to the bed.

“I’ll leave you a lone for a bit,” Tanner said, before leaving Dom with Brian. Dom stared at the girl lying in the bed.

“I’m so mad at you Bri,” Dom whispered. “But I just want you to be ok. I’m going to make Tran pay for what he did.”

Dom got up to leave, taking one last glance at his girl and left the room to join his family. The Toretto’s got up and walked out of the hospital.

“We’re going to make Tran and his gang pay,” Dom said, as the family gathered together. They agreed, but Mia would go home, they didn’t want her involved in what they were about to do.

So, they did exactly what Dom said they were going to do, they burned Tran’s garages, and in a last act of revenge, Dom put a bullet in Lance and Johnny Tran’s heads. They each got in their cars and fled, Dom, Letty, and Vince heading toward South America, while Leon headed north, and Jesse decided to stay with Mia.
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Brian first came to, noticing a strong smell of antiseptics, her eyes fluttered open and noticed the white walls. Gently she turned her head to see a person sitting in a chair: Mia. Brian let a small groan, gathering Mia’s attention.

“Oh my God Brian, you’re awake! I’ll get the nurse,” Mia exclaimed. She hit the call button and the nurse came in, the nurse took one look at an awake Brian and quickly called for a doctor.

“How are you doing Miss O’Conner,” the doctor asked as he came into the room.

“Water,” Brian asked. Immediately, Mia lifted a paper cup to her lips, where Brian took small sips. “I feel like I got shot a couple of times.”

The doctor chuckled lightly, “That’s to be expected considering you were just shot. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”

“A five,” Brian muttered, grunting as she tried to sit up. Mia gave a snort, “She means a seven.”

The doctor smiled kindly, “We’ll get you something for the pain.” Mia held Brian’s hand as the doctor got her something for the pain.

“Thank you for saving Jesse,” Mia said softly.

“I couldn’t just let him die, he’s too good of a kid,” Brian replied, “speaking of, where is everybody.”

Mia looked at her, pity in her eyes, “After you were shot, Dom decided he couldn’t let Johnny get away with it, so they burned his garages and cars, and shot him. They left, Brian.”

“Why would they do that,” she cried.

“I don’t know Bri, I don’t know,” Mia consoled the crying girl. Mia stayed with Brian until visiting hours were over. The routine continued for a week, with Mia bringing Brian crappy tuna sandwiches.

Brian had decided after Mia had visited her that she had had enough. She was now a dirty cop, who fell in love with her mark. It was time for her to turn in her badge and leave. So that’s what she did. She wrote a note for Mia and left her badge and gun in the bed before she grabbed the bag Mia had given her and checked herself out of the hospital.

Outside of the hospital, Brian hailed a cab, and headed to her house. She gathered her clothes and some money, hopped in her car, and did the one thing she knew she could; she drove.
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Brian made it all the way to Miami where started to make a name for herself, “Bullet.” She had made friends with Tej, who ran the scene and an amazing garage. After being in Miami, for a time, she got a call from Tej telling her about a race that was about to go down, and they needed a fourth. She smiled as she hopped in her skyline, speeding toward the race.

“Oh shit, it’s Brian,” she heard Suki say. She smirked as she jumped out of the car.

“How about we make things interesting and raise the stakes and make it two grand,” Brian said.

“Hey, no one said anything raising the stakes,” Julius jumps in alarmed. Immediately Tej and Brian call him out, and that’s how it begins with each racer forking over the money. Brian can feel the sense of ease she gets when she’s behind the wheel, the kind of cool that only comes to those with a natural talent to drive.

When she goes over the bridge as the final part of the race, she’s cackling knowing she’s got the win in the bag. When the race is over and Tej passes her the cash, she gives some of it back. The next thing she knows, she’s rushing back into her car to scramble away from the cops. But luck isn’t on her side, nope it’s sailed away, and the next thing she knows she loses complete control of her car and is getting hauled away to where agent Bilkins was waiting for her.

“You’re a hard person to track down O’Conner,” Bilkins says, smiling calmly.

“Apparently not hard enough if you found me,” Brian sasses back. She turns to look at the other agents standing in the room: one looks like someone pissed in his coffee and the other looks to be as smart as bale of hay.

“I’ll tell you what O’Conner, I’ve got you on illegal street racing from here to L.A., that’s quite a rap. I need you to do a job and this can all go away,” Bilkins says, getting right to the point.

Brian hesitates, debating whether or not to take the deal. It’s not exactly ideal to be going to jail, and while street racing wouldn’t land her a life sentence, if they have her from L.A. to Miami, she could be doing a bit of time.

“What kind of job,” she asks instead of giving a straight answer.

“This is Carter Verone, he is running a drug cartel. Right now, we have an agent on the inside who told us he needs drivers.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Brian says, “you want me and I’m assuming Big gulp over there to pose as drivers, and infiltrate this cartel to bring down a drug lord?” Bilkins and the other agent, Markham she was told, nod their heads. She cackled and got up walking to Dunn.

“In my Nissan Skyline, which would be a better motor a Gallo 12 or a Gallo 24,” she asked.

Dunn looked over at Markham, and Markham nodded giving consent to answer the question. “Umm, a 24,” he answered.

Brian rolled her eyes.

“Man, you expect me to go undercover with this,” she asked incredulously.

Bilkins sighed, “We’ll find you another partner.”

“No, I’ll only do it if I get to pick the driver,” she said smirking.

That’s how she ended up back in Barstow, watching Roman Pierce smashing into other cars.

“He’s good,” Bilkins commented.

“He’s crazy,” she replied huffing a laugh as she watched him ram into another car. She turned to see the look Bilkins was giving her. “He’s crazy in a good way.”

When the demolition derby was over, she turned to see that Roman was scowling.

“Whatever happens next, just let it happen,” Brain warned Bilkins. Bilkins raised his hands as if to say he wasn’t going to get involved.

“Rome, hey Rome,” Brian called.

Without turning around, Roman said, “Only my homies call me Rome, Pig.”

“I’m not a cop anymore,” she responded. That made Rome pause and turn to the guy with Brian.

“That true? Blondie over there isn’t a cop?”

“Not a cop,” Bilkins answered.

Rome charged Brian, wrapping his arm around her neck, and put her into a headlock. Punching her in the gut. He wouldn’t hit her in the face because if his mamma ever found out he had smacked Brian in the face, she’d beat the crap out of him. He didn’t let up though, shoving her and knocking her around before they were both on the ground rolling around wrestling like how they first met.

“You fight like a little bitch,” Brian growled out as she got on top. Rome couldn’t help it and snorted, releasing part of the hold he had on her arm.

“I’ve got a deal for you,” Brian told him, still winded. Rome turned to the agent sitting on his step.

“This deal legit,” he asked. Bilkins nodded. That’s how they found themselves back in Miami, meeting Monica Fuentes and getting the cars they were going to use: a Lancer Evolution and a Spyder GTS.

Rome didn’t even hesitate, he grabbed the Spyder before Brian even got the chance. Brian hopped into the Evolution, and Fuentes followed getting in the car with Brian. Rome eyed the two girls.

"Girls got to stick together," Fuentes tells him smirking.

On the road, Monica asked her questions, and Brian answered. At one point they were flying down the interstate with her eyes on only Monica, smiling at her as they sped towards Verones compound. Once there they jumped out of their cars, and Rome headed straight towards Brian and Monica.

“She did the whole stare and drive didn’t she,” he asked looking at Fuentes. Fuentes smirked at Roman.

“Crazy white girl,” he muttered rolling his eyes.

“You’re on your own after this,” Fuentes told them, as they made their way to where two goons were standing. The other racers gathered in front of Fuentes, where she ordered for everyone to pass up their driver’s license. Verone came forward and told them what their tryout entailed.

All at once the racers jumped in their cars, peeling out of the compound. Rome and Brian took the lead, each trying to show the other one up. At one point, Brian was driving in reverse smirking and flipping Rome off before taking the exit to head where Verone’s car was in impound. Brian and Rome got out of their cars and headed toward the Ferrari.

Rome took off his shirt and smashed the glass, and Brian rolled her eyes as she opened the car by pulling on the door handle, which was unlocked. She checked the glove department and found nothing.

“Check the center console,” Rome told her. She reached for the console and pulled out a package, flashing it at Rome.

Next thing, they know, Markham and Dunn are flying in and Rome is shooting at them.

“Rome, let’s go,” Brian yells. The two jumped back in their cars and race back toward Verone’s compound. When they got back, Verone was waiting.

“You got any food, we hungry, cuz” Rome told Verone, handing the package over. They headed into the house, where Verone opened up the package and cut off the tip of his cigar.

“We did all this for a cigar,” Rome asked annoyed.

“No, you did all that for a job,” Verone told them.

As the were about to leave, Verone stopped them and asked for what Roman had stolen. Rome threw the object back, and Brian looked at him with wide eyes as if to say, What the fuck were you thinking?
Brian and Rome headed to the agency building where the were met with an angry Markham who immediately was shoving at Rome.

“You shot at me,” Markham screams.

Brian immediately jumps in between Rome and Markham. “If he was trying to shoot you, he would have shot you,” she tells him, pulling her gun from her waistband and slamming it onto the table. Rome backs off and goes to a small table that has bags of food on it.

“Hey, that’s mine,” Markham yells out as Rome reaches into the bag.

“So,” Rome replies, not caring at all. They begin discussing what’s going on at Verone’s when the question of whether or not Fuentes has turned.

“Well, Brianna,” Bilkins asks, “has Fuentes flipped?”

“She would know. She fell in love with her mark after all,” Markham adds snidely.

Brian doesn’t look at Rome, not wanting to see the look on his face after hearing that. “I don’t know man,” she replies. When they leave Rome looks at Brian.

“Is that why you’re not a cop anymore Bri,” Rome asks softly. He’s looking at her with pity in his eyes and Brian doesn’t want anyone’s pity at this point.

But this is Rome, her best friend, so she tells him everything. Tells him about the operation, about how Dom just got her. She told him about how she became a dirty cop and just hung up her badge. She tells him that for the first time since Rome had been sent to prison, she felt like she had a family.

Rome listens quietly. When he hears the part about finding a family, his heart twinges a bit. He knows what it was like for her when they were younger. How the men Bran’s mom brought home looked at her, how her mom used to treat her. For a long time, Rome was the only family Brian ever had. He pulls her in, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I’ve got you Bri,” Roman tells her because that’s the only thing he can tell her. And in that moment Brian lets herself have this moment of weakness, before putting on her big girl panties and facing the world again.

“We’ve got to find some new cars,” Brian tells him. So, they go to the only person who can help, Tej. Tej is betting on a jet ski race when they approach him. After Brian explains what’s going on, he agrees to help, even saying he’ll put Rome up in his boat house.

That night they meet up with the posers who have the kind cars they need. Thanks to Tej, they’ve got the other guys agreeing to bet their pink slip. Brian gives Rome a look.

“They’ve got more power in their engines than us, we’re going to have to drive smart and use the Nos,” Brian tells Rome. It’s a tag team, so Rome lines up going head to head with the Challenger. Brian can hear Rome running his mouth before the Challenger roars its engine. The race goes as they expect, and Brian and Rome are now the proud owners of a Camaro and Challenger. They take them to the garage, where they trick them out to the max.

That night they get a call from Verone, telling them to meet him at a club. Fuentes is already there when they arrive. Rome splits off from Brian to go hit on some girls and Brian heads toward Monica.

“You’re not jealous he’s hitting on other girls,” Monica asks as she gestures to Rome, who now has girls flocking him.

Brian gives her a look of disgust. “Oh God no! He’s like my brother,” Brian tells the other girl.

Monica lets out a soft chuckle, “I just thought since you guys were so close, you must be dating.”

“No, I’ve known Rome since we were kids. Definitely no romantic feelings,” Brian say. It’s then that the hostess comes to the two girls and tells them that Verone is waiting for them in the back. Brian signals for Rome and he follows.

They go to the back of the club and have to sit through a torture session, where a cop promises a 15 minute window for whatever Verone has planned. They leave after that, Brian feeling a bit queasy after watching what Verone had done to the cop.

In the early morning of the next day, Brian gets an unexpected visitor as one Monica Fuentes sneaks onto her boat.

“They plan to kill you after you deliver the money to the airstrip,” Monica warns Brian. Monica looks worried, but Brian doesn’t look scared at all. She had a feeling that she was going to be double crossed, she just wasn’t sure if it was going to be by the feds or Verone.

“Thanks,” Brian tells her because she knows that the other girl didn’t have to come to warn her. They’re both quiet for a second before they can hear noises outside. Monica looks alarmed and looks for an escape, while Brian makes her way outside of the boat to find Rome with Enrique and Roberto. Enrique tries to barge past her into her small abode, but she shoves him away.

“What the hell is going on here,” she questions. This time Enrique just moves her out of the way and forcefully enters her little house. He’s not in there for long before he’s back out and there are guns being pointed. Enrique’s got his gun pointed at Rome and Brian has Roberto on his knees with the guys own gun pointed at him. They’re shouting at each other to put the guns down, when Verone shows up.

“That’s enough,” Verone orders and the guns are put away. “It’s happening tomorrow, be prepared,” Verone tells them and then walks away with his goons.

Brian tells Bilkins and Markham about the air strip and the 15 minute window that Verone got them. Next, she and Rome go to Tej to set up their plans for when things decide to go astray.

On the day of the job, Brian and Rome drive Enrique and Roberto to the trailer park they’re told to. They stand and watch as bags of money are loaded into their cars when the police sirens are blaring toward them.

Rome takes a brick and starts and SUV before sending it towards the cop cars in order to act as a barrier. Then they’re off, racing down interstate with the cops chasing after them. They pull into the spot they’ve left their cars where their friends have also gathered. They switch cars and start their car scramble confusing the cops and leaving the lot.

As they’re flying across the strip, she watches in the review mirror as Rome launches Roberto out of the car and peels off. She’s about to do the same when Enrique tells her to turn off at a different exit.

“This isn’t the way to the airstrip,” she says alarmed.

“Who said anything about the airstrip.”

She drives to the port where Verone is waiting and has to watch as Monica is forced onto the yacht. Enrique makes her drive to a spot and she’s pretty sure she’s about to get shot when Rome shows up and they take Enrique out together, like the perfect team they are.

The yacht is off the dock and Brian decides to follow, jumping the car and launching it onto the yacht. They crash into the top and that’s how the feds get to them.

They’re sitting on the edge of a car getting checked over by paramedics when Markham and Bilkins approach.

“Your records are clean,” Bilkins tells them smiling. The two begin to walk away before Rome calls after them.

“Wait,” Rome tells them, he then heads to where two more duffel bags of money are and hands them over. “So maybe there was six bags.”

Markham studies them both before turning to Brian.

“You did good,” he tells her, “we could use someone like you.” He then hands her a card with his information as to offer her a job. The moment the card comes into contact with her hand, Brian knows she’s going to take it, if only to go back and see Mia and try and work on getting Dom and the family clemency.

Brian and Rome leave, when Brian jokingly says she can’t believe he gave up the money.

“My pockets ain’t empty cuz,” Rome tells her pulling up his shirt. Brian laughs and lifts her shirt to show him that her pockets aren’t empty either. Rome laughs at her seeing the amount of money she has stuffed in her pants.

“I wondered why you finally had an ass, white girl,” Rome jokes with her.

The two walk away laughing their asses off with their pockets full.

Chapter Text

When Mia Toretto opens the door to see one Brian O’Connor with a sheepish look on her face and a hand rubbing the back of her head, she does two things: the first is punch her in the shoulder, which causes the other girl to flinch and the second is to pull her into a crushing hug.

“I missed you,” Mia whispers into her ear and she can feel Brian finally relax into the embrace and hug her in return.

Mia lets Brian into the house and offers her pick of the rooms now that it’s just the two of them. Of course, Brian ends up in Dom’s room. Mia notices she doesn’t even bother getting new sheets.

“So, what brought you back,” Mia asks one night when they’re eating dinner.

Brian gives a pause before telling her what down in Florida. She tells Mia of ‘her boy’ Rome and how she was driving in an unwanted sting operation for a drug king pin. She hesitates before telling Mia she’s been recruited by the FBI. Mia just nods, smiles gently, pats Brian on the hand, and tells her she’s proud of her. The look of astonishment that Mia isn’t going to throw her out, makes Mia want to hug her and never let go.

Living with Brian is completely different than living with the crew, Mia realizes. Brian is neat. She’s neat about everything, her shoes go either in her room next to each other and lined up neatly. The laundry is always done, and she picks up after herself. Their house is always clean; dishes in the sink, Brian puts them in the dishwasher. Empty beer bottles, Brian tosses them out. Trash needs to be taken out, Brian does it. Lawn needs taken care, Brian does it.

Mia learns a lot about Brian by living with her. Her first impression of Brian had been that she gave off the surfer vibe and she was right about that, what she hadn’t realized was how much time Brian spent at the beach. On the days Brian wasn’t working she was at the beach; Mia went with her as much as possible. Watching Brian at the beach made Mia realize just how relaxed Brian was as a human being. Brian was like ice, for the most part everything just slid off of her.

The second thing Mia now knew was that Brian was a good street racer and now had the feeling that she had let Dom win. It was funny watching Brian at the street races. She worked the crowd like Dom had, making everyone drawn to her. However, it was at the races where Mia first began to see the cracks in the icy exterior of Brian O’Conner.

Mia watched as Brian won another race, laughing as she took the money, giving some back to a young kid who had just completed his first race and telling him she was investing in him in the future and hoped she would see him again. It was at that moment when a guy got a little to close.

“- liked to see you on your knees with your hair wrapped in my fist.”

That’s what Mia hears as she approaches and as the guy reaches out to grab a long blonde strand. Brian's fist snaps back and breaks the guy’s nose, Mia doesn’t even feel bad for him as she and Brian get in the car and drive home. By the time they’re home Brian is back to her usual self and Mia doesn’t question what else the guy said that made Brian lose control.

It’s during one of her calls with Dom that she notices something isn’t right in the house. She notices Brian’s car in the driveway, so she knows that the other girl is home. It’s the shoes that give it away, Brian’s shoes are in a pile instead of being neatly lined up. She cautiously makes her way to the kitchen still on the phone when she sees Brian.

The other girl is at the kitchen table eating a sandwich with a dead look in her eyes. It’s the hair though that causes Mia to let out an exclamation.

“Something came up I need to call you back,” she tells her brother, doesn’t even give him the chance to respond, and hangs up.

“Oh B,” she sighs and comes over to sit next to the other girl. Brian looked like she had taken a pair of shears and snipped off everything in a mess.

“Bad day,” Mia asks as she fingers the short strands. Brian sniffles and gives a little huff of a breath before nodding her head.

“Alright, let’s fix this up,” she tells the other girl and lead her to the bathroom.

Mia listens as Brian tells her of how the guys at the office make her uncomfortable how every once in a while, they like to touch her hair and how today some perp had grabbed and pulled her hair when she had to chase him down. Mia understands now and tries to even out the hair, even though she has to cut it even shorter than it already was. By the time Mia is done, she can’t help the snort as she looks at Brian in one of Dom’s shirts that is too big and a pair of his sweatpants.

“You look like a teenage boy,” Mia tells her laughing. It gets the reaction she wanted from Brian because the other girl laughs. Even with Brian’s hair so short, she’s still beautiful. Mia can’t help but think if Brian had been a boy, she would have fallen in love with her.

Dom knows Brian is living with his sister because during their weekly chat she tells him how the blonde showed up and is now living in his room. It makes him groan because part of him can’t help but imagine her sleeping in his bed curled around his sheets.

Mia sends pictures to their great aunt second removed or something, either way she’s family. Mia sends pictures of Brian and her but mostly Brian so Dom can still see her. He gets to see her on the beach with her surfboard and wetsuit and hair down. Mia sends him pictures of Brian at the street races and her working on cars. It gives him a peace of mind seeing both girls are doing ok. That is until Mia tells him about the guy who got his nose broke by Brian.

Mia tells him it’s ok after that, that Brian is ok and seems to be doing better, until she’s not.

Mia is calling him and telling him all about the shop, about the house, school, and everything going on. She pauses and gives the off comment that Brian’s home early. He can hear her going through the house before he hears her give a soft “Oh shit” and tells him she’ll call him back and hangs up on him. For the next hour he waits for the call. It’s two hours later that the call finally comes.

“She cut off all her hair.” That’s how Mia starts conversation. Dom gives a pause before he sighs.

“What happened?”

Mia tells him about how the guys at Brian’s work make her uncomfortable and about the perp she chased down and had grabbed her hair.

“She looks like a pretty teenage boy,” Mia tells him with a laugh.

“You’ll have to send me a picture,” Dom tells her.

It’s a few days later that Mia sends the picture to their aunt. It’s Brian in her wetsuit pulled down to her waist and a white string bikini. She’s sitting on the beach with a corona in her hand and that smile Dom loves on her face.

“Oh Dominic, your girl is so beautiful,” his aunt tells him.

Dom can’t help but agree and wishes that he could just hold her and kiss her one last time. Maybe in another life they would have had their happily ever after.

Chapter Text

While Brian was in Miami stopping a drug cartel and landing a job as an FBI agent, Dom was in the Dominican Republic. When he and Letty had left, they had traveled through Mexico where they had met Han, who decided travel with them. When they relocated to the Dominican Republic, they met Tego and Rico. One night in one of the local clubs, the group was offered a deal to hijack a gas truck and give it to the local people.

That’s how Dom found himself and his new little group coming up on the shipment and getting ready to steal the gas. Pulling up as close as possible, Letty jumped out of the car and onto the truck tools in hand and ready to separate the first tank off. Han backed his truck and latched onto the tank like the expert driver he is. Letty moved to break the second tank off as Tego and Rico moved into position. After unloading the gas, everything goes to shit, and Letty has to leap off of the truck and onto Dom’s car in order to not die. She’s not afraid as she jumps, she knows Dom’s not going to let her fall.

When she makes it in the car they’re heading for a cliff and the truck is bearing toward them flipped sideways. Dom switches the car so they’re now facing the on coming truck. He revs the engine trying to time it perfectly, eyes focused, and not even paying attention to Letty’s incoming panic; only concentrating on not getting crushed.

“Dom,” She yells, in order to get his attention. He puts the car into gear and races
forward. They make it out of the situation safely and deliver the gas to the locals.

“The police shut down the garage in Baracoa,” Han tells Dom. Dom nods his head in acknowledgement and makes his way toward Letty.

Dom sits down next to Letty with a far off look in his eyes.

“You still thinking about her,” Letty asked.

“I can’t get her out of head.”

“Come on Dom, she was a cop. She betrayed us.”

“She also saved Jesse’s life and kept us from the getting caught,” Dom yelled back.

“Yeah, and then she just got up and left Mia without a word. That’s not what family does,” she snaps back.

Letty may think she’s right about that, but Dom knows that sometimes to protect the ones you love, you have to leave. After all, it’s what he had done. Dom couldn’t be with Letty when he couldn’t get Brian out of his head; it wasn’t fair to her. He also couldn’t go back to Brian, though. He still hadn’t fully forgiven her yet. After one last night with Letty, Dom went into hiding, from everyone.

…
Letty returned to the U.S. prepared to make a deal in order to get Dom free. What she wasn’t expecting was for Brian to be at the house eating a sandwich in the kitchen. Brian took one look at Letty and sighed.

“I’m not on the clock right now and after the day I’ve had, I don’t feel like doing this with you Letty,” Brian tells the other girl with a tired look. But she still stands because Brian knows what’s about to happen next.

Letty doesn’t hesitate, she and Brian are flying out the back door as she tackles the blonde. The two girls are rolling around, kicking, scratching, punching, pulling each other’s hair, when Mia comes charging out the back door with Jesse in tow trying to break the two fighting girls apart.

“Damnit Letty,” Mia yells as she finally drags Brian away and puts herself between the two.

“She’s a fucking cop,” Letty yells at Mia.

“She saved my life,” Jesse jumps in.

“Technically, I’m an FBI agent,” Brian decides to add. Mia turns to give Brian a look that clearly says that she’s not helping. Letty feels the fight go out of her at that.

“Don’t worry, I’m not taking you in,” Brian tells her with a wave of her hand.

“I want to make a deal,” Letty tells her. Brian ignores what the other girl said and heads inside, Mia and Jesse following her.

Brian looks at her sandwich that somehow in the fight had been knocked over and then turned to Mia, looking at the other girl with puppy dog eyes. Mia rolls her eyes and prepares to make Brian another sandwich.

“Do you want a sandwich Letty,” Mia asks, “I’m already making one for Brian and Jesse.”

Letty gives a short nod. “Did you hear what I said Brian?”

“Yeah, I heard you,” Brian replies.

“Are you going to help or not,” Mia snarks.

“I’m thinking,” Brian says as Mia places a new sandwich in front of her.

“So, that’s a no,” Letty growls out in question.

“No, you jackass, it’s an ‘I’m thinking.’ I’m trying to think of a way to get you on the case I’m working on and how to get Dom clemency without it seeming suspicious,” Brian snarks back.

“Brian,” Mia scolds for the tone. Brian turns and gives Mia an apologetic look.

“I’ve got a case going on to catch a drug cartel leader named Braga. Every time we send in an agent they either don’t come back, or they come back in a body bag,” Brian tells the other woman, focusing on the new sandwich.

“You want me to go undercover,” Letty asks.

“Yes, but only because they refuse to let me go undercover on this. They say I’m too race happy,” Brian tells her.

Letty chokes on the bite of the sandwich she had taken after seeing the look on Brian’s face.

“You’re going in as a driver. I’ve got the information and the invite from David Park. You’ll have to try out, and from what I’ve gathered there’s a spot open. You just need to win the tryout and you’ll be in,” Brian tells Letty. Letty nods her head in understanding.

“I’ll set up the deal to where if you help me catch Braga, Dom gets to come home scot free,” Brian adds.

“You think you can do that,” Letty asks.

“Well, if I don’t get the deal initially, I’ll tell Markham that I’m going to report his little pet Stasiak for sexual harassment,” Brian tells Letty with a wink.

That’s exactly how it goes too. Brian snags the deal for Dom, but it’s only if she and Letty can catch Braga and bring him in. But Brian’s not worried and she can work with this. Letty gets on Braga’s team like it’s nothing.

It’s a few days before Letty gets the call, when Brian and Letty are in the garage tuning up their cars. Brian doesn’t look up from what she’s doing when she begins talking.

“You know you’re a lot like Dom,” Brian says. The way she says it isn’t rude, it’s an observation.

“What do you mean,” Letty asks honestly curious.

“You both run hot. You’ve got this air about you that just says I’m a badass, and you’ve got the moves to back it up,” Brian tells her.

“I think if we had met under different circumstances, you and I would have been friends,” Brian continues, finally rolling out from under the car.

“You know the reason I didn’t trust you when you first came was because you kept eyeing Dom,” Letty confides, “I knew the best way for him to not want to be with you was to just claim you were a cop.”

Brian cackles, “So you didn’t know I was actually a cop? I was caught because you were afraid, I would steal your man.”

Letty can’t stop the embarrassed smile that comes out. Brian gets up and goes to the cooler, grabs two beers and walks back handing Letty one of the beers. They drink and tell some stories of when they were younger and didn’t have a care in the world.

“You know I was sleeping with him after we left the state,” Letty tells her. It’s not meant to be malicious; she’s just being honest.

“I figure,” Brian says smiling sadly at the other girl.

The longer Letty spends with Brian the more she begins to like the other woman. Letty thinks that Brian’s right, if she and Brian had met under different circumstances, they would have been great friends. However, Letty can’t help but think about how Brian is the opposite side of the same coin of Dom. Brian draws people in with her own gravity and the way she is as a person makes everyone want to be her friend. It’s in that moment, she passes Brian the cross.

“He’d want you to have it,” Letty tells her sincerely. She watches and Brian smiles at it softly, gives it a kiss and hangs it on her mirror in the Skyline.

It’s a few days later when the call comes. Brian calls it in to Markham and Letty’s off. When they get to the meet up point, everything goes wrong.

Letty never comes home. She was killed after the drop off. When they’re done sobbing for the moment, Brian calls Markham and tells him what happened. She also tells him the next time she’s the one going in, whether he wants her to or not.
…
In a garage in Panama, Dominic Toretto was working on a car when a kid came running in telling him there was a call for him. Thanking the kid, he made his way to the telephone booth.

“Mia, you know your not supposed to contact me,” Dom says into the phone.

“Dom, it’s Letty,” Letty says, “she was murdered.”

In that single moment, Dom feels the breath leave his lungs, his heart breaking for the girl he loved. He doesn’t hesitate as he grabs the small number of belongings he has and gets in his car, heading back home.

The funeral has agents everywhere, they’re all there to watch for Toretto, figuring he would come back for this. Mia, Brian, and Jesse watch as the casket is lowered, after the service they spit up, Jesse and Mia head back home and Brian heads back to work. She knows Dom’s here and for now she’s avoiding him.

When Dom and Mia meet up again, Dom has Mia take him to the spot Letty was killed. He can see the skid marks and can picture what happened. It’s like he can see exactly what happened how Letty had tried to get away and then she was shot.

“She and Brian were trying to clear your name,” Mia whispers, “if you can find a guy name David Park, he can get you into a street race.”

Mia hesitated for a split second before telling him, “Brian’s going undercover. She may not think she needs someone to watch her back, but she does.”

After what happened to Letty, Dom’s going to do everything he can to make sure Brian doesn’t make it onto Braga’s team.

When Mia returns home two FBI agents are waiting for her. They take her to the station and Mia waits until morning, when she sees an annoyed Brian looking over at Stasiak.

It’s a minute later that the guy leaves and Brian comes in.

“Let’s go I’m busting you out,” Brian grins at her.

“Won’t you get in trouble if you take me out,” Mia asks, even though she’s already started to stand and gather her belongings.

“Do I look like I give a fuck Mia,” Brian shoots back. Mia snorts and the two walk out.
Brian stops for lunch because as soon as she found out that Stasiak hadn’t fed her.

“Dom came by,” Mia started.

“Don’t tell me, I still have plausible deniability,” Brian orders. They’re silent for a few moments.

“Did he look ok?”

Mia smiled, “He misses you.”
…

The first time Dom and Brian run into each other after five years is when Dom is holding David Park out the window.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Brian gets out and she’s running up the stairs to make sure Dom doesn’t drop the guy off the side of the building.

“Put him down Dom,” Brian yells.

The first time Dom sees Brian after all this time he can’t help but think that she’s still one of the most beautiful girls ever. Even though with the short hair Dom can see why Mia thought Brian made a pretty boy.

Dom brings the guy back in and walks away. Brian doesn’t even try to stop him as she walks over and cuffs Park. Brian knows this won’t be the last time she sees Dom, if anything this is just, the beginning.

When Brian brings Park in for questioning, Stasiak is on her like a rabid dog. Brian’s already pissed at Dom and Stasiak has already pissed her off once this week, so she does the reasonable action and slams the guy into the wall and breaks his nose. No one even questions her about it.

Brian takes parts from imported cars to perfect her Skyline and she loves everything about it. She loves the feel as she breaks it in, the moments of grease under her fingers and being able to come home smelling like she was at the garage all day.

The day she’s supposed to race in Koreatown, Brian does everything she can to make herself look like a young male street racer. She has Mia cut off some of the hair that had grown back, and she wore the baggiest clothing as possible. Jesse helped too by smearing some of the grease from his hands to on Brian’s face. She looks like a boy and that’s the goal.

When Brian finally drives up there’s a tool of a dude pretending to be a cowboy.

“What are you looking at, nutsack?” God Brian hates guys like this, but she plays it off
cool as ice and smirks at him all cocky acting like a teenager who’s never been in a race.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” she shoots back.

“What are you like 12, are you even legal?”

Before he can even start to really irritate her, a tall Amazonian woman walks up to gather those who will be racing tonight. The moment Dom notices Brian he can’t help but snort at how ridiculous she looks. Don’t get him wrong, Brian looks like a boy, definitely not a man.

Fenix and Braga let them know how this is going to work, how they’re racing for one spot. The woman, Giselle gives them their own GPS to follow, and the race begins.
Brian knows the moment Dom hits the NOS too soon she’s got this in the bag. Except the moment she passes him, he hits her back end and causes her to spin out.

As soon as the race is over, she’s in his face and pissed the fuck off.

“You mother fu-.” She doesn’t get to finish because Dom has her pressed up against him and arms locked around her holding her tight and out of the way so she can’t take a swing on him.

“Now that’s what I call real driving,” Fenix exclaims.

“That was bullshit man!”

“Go cry to your mama, eh?”

Brian shoves away from Dom and gets in her ride, she can feel Dom watching her. The moment she’s almost out the tool from earlier opens his mouth.

“Yo, tiny tot! Let me tell you something man, muscle beats import every time. You know what I’m saying?”

That seals the deal for Brian, she’s taking this guy’s spot. After 24 hours later she follows through with the promise and takes the idiot’s spot.

After making the team, Brian attends the party, knowing that she’ll once again see Dom. They sit with Campos drinking and discussing business when Campos says something about how they act around each other.

“Do you two know each other,” Campos asks suspiciously. Dom and Brian stare at each other.

“He’s a little stray that I just can’t seem to get rid of,” Dom teases. Campos chuckles and Brian glares at him.

“Alright, enjoy the party,” Campos says after a few minutes. That leaves Brian and Dom alone.

“I’m sorry,” Brian whispers.

Any anger Dom had, had disappeared as he stared at his girl. He moves to the edge of his seat and runs his fingers through the short hair. To anyone else it looks a familial gesture, but Brian and Dom both know that if they weren’t trying to keep up appearances, there would be a different type of touching going on.

They split up. Brian follows Campos, slipping past the guards and watches as the Latino meets with another man. Brian knows there’s something fishy about how no one has been able to get a clear ID on Braga. Later tonight after she gets the fingerprints, she’ll have Jesse search for both Braga and Campos.

Dom makes his way to the garage. He studied the car that had ultimately led Letty to her end. Sensing someone behind him, he turned.

“That’s Fenix’s car,” Giselle tells Dom, coming up behind. Dom nods his head as if hadn’t already known that this was the car that belonged to the man who had murdered his best friend.

“Are you the type of man who likes cars more than women,” Giselle asks.

“I’m the type of man who appreciates a fin body regardless of the make,” Dom says, eyeing her up and down.

“And your women?”

“It starts with the eyes; she’s got to have those kinds of eyes that can look through the bullshit and see the good inside, 20% angel and 80% devil, down to earth, likes to go with the flow. Is absolutely fearless and never cracks. Not afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails,” Dom tells her smiling fondly thinking of the pretty blonde upstairs.

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Giselle states.

“It ain’t,” Dom says, walking away.
…

When Markham and Stasiak try to tell Brian, they’re putting a tracker in her car she asks if there demented.

“They’re going to do a sweep and when they do, they’ll find the tracker and I’ll be dead,” Brian shoots them down. She also pulls out two shot glasses and hands them over.

“They have Campos’ fingerprints on them, and the other set may be Braga’s, but the whole thing with Campos is a bit suspicious.”

After handing the glasses over, Brian gets a notification from the GPS. She hops in her car and speeds down the highway when she comes up on the abandoned warehouse. There, Campos’ men check her car for trackers, she thanks God she had the common sense to tell Markham and Stasiak to shove it with the tracker. After everyone is clear, they’re loaded up into a truck and moved somewhere.

At some point during the ride the other drivers get out of their cars and start complaining.

“Where do you think we’re going,” one of the drivers asks.

“Does it matter,” Brian shoots back.

“We’re just along for the ride,” Dom adds, staring at Brian.

When the truck finally comes to a stop Giselle opens the door and welcomes them to Mexico.

“Your goal is to get across the border undetected,” Giselle informs them. “There are helicopter and surveillance cameras that scan for heat signatures at the border. But there are blind spots that I can guide you through via satellite. There can be no margin of error, you must follow my every direction. Any questions?”

“I thought Fenix was going to be here?”

“He’ll meet you out there, Alright, everyone ready; good luck gentlemen.”

Brian and Dom start racing across the desert just as Giselle told them when Fenix shows up. They continue to follow him in a single file when Giselle informs them that they’ve been tagged and need to hurry up. They’re racing towards what looks like wall of rocks when Dom starts to veer out of line. Fenix yells at him to get back just as a portion of the rock opens up and reveals a secret tunnel, signaling they’re home free.
When they get to a safe point everyone gets out of their car and the confrontation begins.

“ ’70 Plymouth,” is all Dom says at first, “ you remember her. Her name was Letty.”

“Yeah, I remember her. Pretty little thing. Shame she had to cause problems. Even worse was watching her go up in flames.”

The next thing anyone knows, Dom is lunging at Fenix and gunshots are ringing out. Brian hijacks the hummer full of drugs and tells Dom to move his ass and get in the car. When Dom finally pulls himself off of Fenix he jumps into the car and they go speeding off, but not before a shot rang off hitting Dom in the shoulder.

Brian calls Markham, once they’re in the clear, to tell they’ve got the shipment.

“Get the shipment and Toretto back her now, O’Conner,” Markham demands.

“That wasn’t the deal, we’re meant to get Braga,” Brian refuses to give up.

Dom watches as Brian argues with her superiors before he sees her purse her lips and hang up.

“New plan,” Brian informs him before they’re driving off once again.
…

After hiding the evidence into the FBI’s own impound yard the two made their way to the Toretto’s house where Mia patched Dom up and Brian ordered the Chinese food.

“Did you get him?” Mia asks once everyone is situated with food and beer.

“I got some good hits in but the bastards going to live another day unfortunately,” Dom tells his sister.

“I still can’t believe I let this happen,” Brian says. “I should’ve gone with her.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this Brian,” Mia tells her.

“Knowing Letty, she wouldn’t have changed anything she did, so stop blaming yourself and let’s get the guy who did this to her,” Dom adds. “And just for your pity party, you have to say Grace tonight.
…

After dinner is finished, Dom decides to make a call. He’s grateful Gisele had given him her number.

“Yes,” a female voice answers.

“It’s Dom,” he says.

“You know, when I gave you my number, I was hoping you’d call. But not under these circumstances,” she flirts.

“What circumstances? Me being alive,” he fires back.

“Don’t take it personally. It’s just business,” she consoles.

“I got some business of my own. Get Campos,” he orders. In the background he can hear her getting Campos. As soon as he can hear the other man on the phone he speaks.

“Is that how Braga inspires loyalty? Killing his drivers,” Dom starts off.

“One can always find more drivers. It’s just good business,” Campos tells him.

“I want a trade,” Dom says.

“Braga doesn’t negotiate,” Campos states.

“Fine. You explain to him how all of a sudden $60 million worth of product disappears. I know that can’t be good for business.”

“What do you want,” Campos asks.

“Six million cash, delivered by Braga himself.” Dom can hear the laughter on the other side of the line.

“I don’t appreciate being shot at and I ain’t sticking my neck out again unless he’s got something to lose too,” Dom tells the man.

“He’ll never go for it,” Campos argues.

“Either I deal with Braga, or you do,” Dom replies with no room for negotiation.

“When and where?”

They get the appointment set up and let Markham know when and where, the deal is about to go down. Brian and Dom get the Hummer from the impound lot and drive to their location. Stasiak had set up a trailer filled with agents and SWAT to infiltrate the meeting once they had the confirmation that Braga was there.

Fenix storms up to Dom with a gun. “This is what you wanted right?”

Brian and Dom watch as Campo pushes him back, telling him to calm down.

“Don’t worry about him and he’s really sorry about Letty,” Campos says facing Brian and Dom. “Where’s our stuff?

“You mean the stuff that used to be in here, right? Well, you’ll see it when we see Braga, that was the deal,” Brian replies. Campos nods and walks back to the group as an older man gets out of the car carrying two duffel bags.

“$2 million, you get the rest, when I get my property,” the man tells them.

“I got a question for you. You wear pink when you were clawing your way out of el barrio,” Brian askes, eyeing the man up and down.

In the van Stasiak decides enough is enough and after being told by agent Trinh that the fingerprints to Braga were a match, he was ready to send in the team. He didn’t even wait for the signal before sending officers in.

“This isn’t Braga,” Dom got out before the FBI team began raiding the building. Shots rang out everywhere and Brian pushed the Braga impersonator to the ground as Dom pushed Brian to the ground in hopes of protecting her from harm.

“Get out of here,” Brian yells at Dom, as they watch the real Braga get in a car with Fenix.

Dom ran toward Gisele shoving her out of the way as Fenix and Braga almost ran her over. They hop in in her car and drive off, leaving Brian by herself.

“You fucked this up,” Brian screams at Stasiak when they get back to the agency.

“I thought we had him,” Stasiak replied, “anyways you’re the one who had Braga in her sights the entire time.”

“Let’s get one thing straight jackass, we could have nabbed the real Braga if you weren’t such a trigger-happy prick looking to move up in the world."

Brian walks out without another word, she’s already on leave now. Next stop is going to get the bad guy.

Dom had told Brian where he and Gisele were and where Dom was, Brian was going to be.

“We need a plan,” Brian says once she gets there. “Braga has made his way to Mexico, so the FBI has no jurisdiction. We either kill him or drag his ass back across the border.”

Dom looks at her, “I just want Fenix.”

“That’s fine, I’ll take Braga and you’ve got Fenix,” Brian tells him.

That’s how they find themselves in Mexican church, with Braga on his knees in the middle of prayer, Dom’s gun pointed toward his head.

“Move,” Dom grunts.

Loading Braga into Brian’s car, they take off before anyone can notice. After a while, Fenix became suspicious and barged into the church, noticing the lack of Braga. Everyone around town that worked for Braga sprang into action. Soon Brian and Dom were being trailed by what seemed to be hundreds of cars.

“You really think you’re going to get away,” Braga asks.

“I don’t care if I get away or not; I only care that you end up either dead or behind bars.”

Once they made it tot the border Brian found the secret tunnel and raced in while Dom took car of the people behind them. Fenix raced after Brian shooting at him while Brian tried to maneuver the tunnel. After making many wrong turns and almost dying multiple times they finally make it to the other side when Fenix rams his car into Brian’s and flips it over. Dom was still in the tunnels trying to shake his tails when he hit a pole causing the whole tunnel to collapse and just barely making it out.

That’s where he found Brian on the ground with Fenix holding a gun to her. Without wasting a second Dom puts his foot on the gas and rams right into Fenix; crushing him between his and Brian’s car.

“You ok,” Dom asks as he helps her sit up and strokes her cheek.

“Just dandy. You need to leave before the cops get here,” she pleads.

“I’m not leaving you,” he tells her as he continues to put pressure on the wound on her stomach and gently rubs his thumb across her temple.

Brian and Mia sit in the court room, waiting for the judge to come back with the verdict. Jesse had agreed to staying back in order to run the garage and café in case the verdict was less than desirable. In the end it’s a good thing that Jesse stayed behind because Dominic Toretto gets 25 years to life.

Dom had accepted his fate. He sat in the silence as the bus moved onto the highway. The sound of cars could be heard as they flew across the interstate too close to the bus and Dom smirked. And then the bus flipped.

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It’s approximately 6,310 miles from Los Angeles to Rio de Janeiro. It’s in between those miles that Dom learns that Brian runs on caffeine and spite. When Mia and Brian helped break him out of the prison bus Brian drove across the border. When Mia was too tired to drive, Brian switched with her and took over driving, running purely on caffeine and anger at the US government.

Dom also learns that Brian finds his voice soothing to the point where when Mia gets so worried that Brian is going to pass out and crash the car, she shoves the other girl into the car with Dom and tells him to just talk with her.

That’s when their game of 20 questions begins. Dom already knows a lot about Brian because of Jesse looking stuff up about her and Mia telling him the odd bits of information, but he still wants to hear everything about her from the girl herself.

“What’s your favorite color,” he starts off with. She gives him a side eye asking if he’s serious while he waits patiently for her answer.

“Silver,” she says after a minute, thinking of the Skyline. A part of her wants to say white, thinking of Dom’s tank top and how good he makes it look.

“You?”

Dom’s first thought is black, but then he thinks of Brian’s eyes, “Blue.”

“How’d you get started on cars,” he asks.

“When I was really little, before my dad left, he had this beat up ’69 mustang,” she starts. “I would help him out and hand him tools and he would explain everything while he worked. Then when he finished the car, he left and never looked back.”

Dom doesn’t know what to say to that, he’s about to tell her about how he started with cars when she continues.

“The first boyfriend my mom brought home was a gear head too. I think I was maybe 10 and he had this Mazda, he loved working on it and was a bit of a racer. He taught me how to drive about the same time, took me out to the back roads showed me everything I needed to know. He may have also started my love for imports,” she adds sheepishly.

Dom laughs and tells her about his start with cars. They continue this back and forth until Brian passes out. He carefully reaches over and reclines her seat. Brian doesn’t even stir. When they finally rest for the night, Dom realizes he’s found his new home and it’s right between Brian’s legs.

It’s the start of what is the best sex of Dom’s life. When they get inside the crappy little motel after getting something to eat, Mia gives Dom a knowing look and heads into her room at the other end of the hall because she knows what’s going to happen.

Brian showers first. She comes out with the tiny little white scrap of a towel wrapped under arms barely covering her body. Dom gets up to take his own shower only to brush across her and kiss her softly on the lips. Brian grins at him as she lets the towel drop and Dom can see everything.

“You’re killing me,” he groans.

“Love you,” she tells him as she struts across their room naked. Dom doesn’t think he’s ever showered so fast in his life.

When he finally exits the bathroom, his focus is immediately drawn to Brian. She’s laying on the bed, naked as the day she was born, smiling at him, with a look that says come and get me. Dom doesn’t hesitate, he eliminates the gap between them and lays on top of her successfully pinning her to the bed.

He starts at her lips sucking on them before slipping his tongue into her mouth, their tongues doing their own dance, Dom taking the lead. Brian’s hands roam across his back, softly running her nails up and down. Then Dom moves to her neck, sucking lightly, marking the skin lightly. He’s got a plan and the plan is to worship every inch of Brian’s body. He moves to her breasts and while his mouth is on one his hand is pinching and massaging the other and then he rotates. Brian arches to the touch and he can’t help but smirk at the effect he has on his girl.

When he finally gets between her legs, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. He starts slow sucking and licking at her clit. Brian tastes sweet and if he is only ever allowed one dessert for the rest of his life, he’d choose Brian.

“Dom,” Brian gasps as he licks and sucks. He looks up just to see her reaction and can’t help but be proud of himself when he sees her head tilted back and hands fisted in the sheets. He doesn’t need to wait long before Brian is coming on his tongue. Immediately, he moves back up to kiss her, letting her taste herself. Brian’s hands move to the towel that was wrapped across his hips before tugging it off and reaching for his cock.

“Condom,” he manages to get out as Brian strokes him. She smirks at him before pulling one out of seemingly nowhere.

As soon as it’s on, he’s inside of her. The pace starts off slow, loving, a show of unity. Then the pace quickens and they’re meeting each other’s thrusts until they’re both coming. They lay their together staring at each other lovingly. Dom pulls out and gets up taking care to toss the condom and grabs a washcloth to clean in between Brian’s legs. She hums a thank you, her eyes already closed. Dom gets in behind her and pulls her into his side.

“Love you,” she murmurs, head on his shoulder and hand on his heart.

He kisser her forehead and pulls her tighter, “Love you too.”

Dom learns that when Brian sleeps with someone next to her, she is an octopus. Sometime in the middle of the night one of Brian’s legs has come over his hip and she’s practically on top of him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The second round of 20 questions starts with stupid questions until what Dom assumes is a throw away question turns out not be.

“What’s your favorite food,” he asks even though he can see Brian is half asleep.

“I’m not picky, as long as there’s no peanuts. I’m allergic,” Brian murmurs.

Dom turns and looks at her in shock, “Brian you didn’t think that was an important thing to let me know?”

She’s awake now. “What are you talking about?”

“Does Mia know you’re allergic?”

Brian hesitates a second too long.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Brian this is something you tell your family. Do you at least have an EpiPen,” he asks.

“Look, I haven’t had a reaction since I was like 13. I’ve been looking after myself long enough to know what I can and can’t do,” she defends herself. “No, I don’t have an EpiPen, so if you have any peanuts to eat, don’t kiss me.”

“Anything else I should know,” he grits out.

“I don’t think so,” Brian replies.

Dom’s so aggravated at Brian at the moment that as soon as he sees an exit he pulls off and has Mia drive him and Brian drive the other car. Mia gives him a curious look as she gets in the driver seat.

“What’s wrong,” she cautiously asks.

“Did you know Brian was allergic to peanuts,” Dom doesn’t even beat around the bush.

“What are you talking about?”

“Brian is deathly allergic to peanuts and didn’t bring an EpiPen,” Dom tells her.

“Shit,” Mia sighs.

When they finally get to their next rest stop and get out of the cars, Dom is no longer angry. He makes his way over to Brian, where she’s standing with her arms crossed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the allergy, I just don’t think about it,” she tells him.

He nods and pulls her into his chest, “Love you.”

“Love you more,” she says as she snuggles into him.

Dom learns that Brian is a spicy kind of white. She likes all the food they go to eat and orders it exactly how he does, if not spicier. But that’s not what makes her spicy. It’s the fact that when they’re at a race they found, and some guys are talking shit about the ‘gringa’ Brian turns as icy as ever and says, ‘pongan sus dinero donde estan sus bocas o ustedes pueden chupar mi polla’. She smokes them by a mile in the next race. God, Dom loves this woman.

They’re almost to Brazil when Dom makes the decision that they need to spit up. Mia and Brian going one way and Dom the other. Mia leaves them so they can have one last night together.

They go to dinner and then drive around town just the two of them and Brian can imagine a future where it’s just the two of them doing exactly this.

“It’s our last night together for a while,” Dom points out.

“We better make the most of it,” she adds slyly.

“I have a request,” he says hesitantly. Brian gives him a questioning look.

“Well, it’s more of a fantasy.”

“Oh,” Brian responds curiously.

“I want to do you on the hood of the car.”

Brian nods in both agreement and excitement. That’s all Dom needs before he’s pulling over and Brian is getting out of the car and lying on the front of the hood. What happens next isn’t romantic if anything it’s primal. What they do on the hood of the charger isn’t making love, it’s fucking. And they both love every second of it.

That night, it’s the first of the many times they come together. In the morning Dom wakes up to an empty bed with cooling sheets. He can vaguely remember the lingering kiss on his lips and turns over to see a note on the side of the table.

Race you to Rio, Lover boy.

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Brian and Mia made their way through South America after breaking Dom off the bus. The girls had made it to Rio Brazil in order to meet up with Vince and were hoping Dom would show up soon. They walked up the street of where Vince had told them he lived, when guys with guns came out, ready to shoot them.

“They’re with me,” a voice shouted as Vince came into view.

“Mia, Barbie, it’s good to see you guys,” he said as he pulled them into a hug.

 He led them to his small abode, where they were fed and met Vince’s wife and son. Mia was in the kitchen holding Nico, while Rosa did the dishes.

“Are you sure I can’t get you a beer, Buster,” Vince asked.

“I’m good with this,” Brian replied, waving the bottle of ginger soda at him. They both sat in silence for a moment.

“I’ve got a job, it’s a simple job, and we can do it without Dom,” Vince finally spoke.

Brian focused on picking the label off of her bottle, weighing the pros and cons of doing a job. They were running low on cash and if they wanted to finally get to a place where they could settle down, they needed the money. She nodded in agreement to joining Vince on the job.

Mia comes back in and sat next to Brian smiling at her before frowning at her drink choice.

“Are you still feeling nauseous from earlier,” Mia gently probed.

“Nah, I’m good,” Brian assured her. Mia nods but still looks a bit skeptical.

“I am going to bed and will see you tomorrow for the job,” Mia tells them, giving Brian a kiss on the cheek and the same for Vince. As Mia left, Brian turned to see Vince smirking at her.

“Nauseous, huh,” he questioned, eyebrows raised and smirk growing.

“Yep,” Brian shot back giving him a look that said not to push it.

“You’re glowing,” he all but squealed at her.

“Would you shut up,” Brian replied laughing under her breath.

“How far along are you? Does Mia know? Does Dom know? Should we even be doing the job tomorrow,” Vince fired off questions left and right before Brian shushed him as he got louder laughing at him.

“I’m pretty sure I’m about 5 weeks. Neither of them knows yet. We are doing the job tomorrow. I’m pregnant not invalid,” she tells him and then takes a sip of her soda.

“You look good B.”

That’s the end of the conversations and the two stay up catching up on life. Shooting the shit before it’s finally time to go to bed before their job.

In the morning, they head for the train, Mia and Brian on the inside, planning to steal a key card to get where the cars are located. They get up from their seat, Mia going first as she distracts the conductor punching tickets and Brian follows with quick hands and snags the card, giving a quick pardon me as she passes.

Once they’re in the compartment Brian tells Vince where they’re at. Dom, Vince, and some other crew open the side of the train and Dom steps on giving Mia and Brian a look.

“I made a call,” Brian says in way of explanation.

Vince gets in the Pantera and they hook it to the truck to pull him on and then they’re dropping the back end and Vince is gone. Mia heads for the next car a GT40 when some of the crew tries to stop her. Brian and Dom are ready to fight anyone who tries to stop Mia from getting into that car.

“This car is better suited for me,” Mia tells one of them as she heads into the driver’s seat.

“Change of plans. Meet up at the base,” Dom tells Mia, before patting the window as a sign of good to go.

They pull Mia across the truck and then she’s off, heading in the opposite direction of where they were supposed to rendezvous.

“Where is she going,” one of the goons asks.

And then they’re fighting. Dom taking on one guy on the train and Brian taking on the other. Brian shoves her guy off the train and knocks him off the truck. She then proceeds to go for the driver. They tussle about until the truck ends up crashing into one of the train cars and Brian is left holding onto the truck for her dear life. Dom notices and quickly knocks out the guy he’s fighting and hops into the Corvette and runs it off the train.

They’re approaching a bridge and Brian can’t help but think how fucked up this situation has become in such a short amount of time. Right before the truck slams into the bridge, Brian jumps and lands on top of the Corvette, and then the two of them are flying off a cliff.

“Fuck,” Brian screams as their careening towards the water. They both leap out of the car, landing in the water.

“Shitty call, babe,” Dom scolds, cars are coming towards them as they continue to tread water.

They’re picked up by a gang and brought to a warehouse and hung by their wrists, waiting for the man who will decide their fate.

“Three of my men dead. Three DEA agents along with them,” Reyes starts off, “Of course, this is business and sometimes things go astray.”

He pauses for a moment, “All I care about is the car. Tell me where it is, and I’ll let you go.”

Brian snorts, “This roofing plastic says you’re full of shit.”

Reyes doesn’t even pay her any mind. “I don’t know how you guys do business in your part of the world, but here in Rio, I like it when all parties know what they’re up against.”

“That’s funny. ‘Cuz it goes both ways,” Dom finally speaks.

“You know, I hear your sister is very beautiful. Wherever she hides I will find her,” Reyes tells them as he walks away.

They wait for Reyes and most of his crew to leave before Brian distracts the guy and Dom breaks the cuffs and knocks the man out. He then carefully helps take Brian off the chain and holds her tight for a moment.

“Hiya lover boy,” she smiles at him. He leans his head down a bit to give her a kiss before they hijack a car and drive off to meet Mia.

………………

Mia waits for Brian and Dom to return, listening to the news of the DEA agents being killed, when she hears a creak outside the door. She grabs a pipe and hides behind one of the stone columns prepared to protect herself if needed.

“Mia,” a feminine voice calls out.

A breath of relief escapes her, “Hey.”

“You okay,” Brian asks as she crosses over and hugs the other girl.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you guys alright,” Mia questions moving to hug her brother.

“We’re all good,” Dom tells her and then takes the pipe out of her hand. “Just like a Toretto.”

“Where’s Vince, I thought he was with you,” Mia asks.

“That’s a great question,” Brian replies.

“He’ll be here,” Dom tells them.

“We’re all over the news. They’re blaming us for the death of those agents,” Mia warns.

Brian sighs, “That means we just made it to the top of the wanted list.”

“We’ve got to go then,” Mia jumps in.

“We know for sure that they wanted this car, so something is in it. If we find out what it is, we’ll know what we’re up against,” Dom says, eyeing the car.

“Let’s get to work and start taking this baby apart then,” Brian says grinning.

Across town, Luke Hobbs and his team exit their plane. He knows after what has happened, he’s taking these two in and nothings going to stop him.

“All right, listen up! The people we’re after are professional runners,” he calls, “They like speed and are guaranteed to go down the hardest possible way, so make sure you got your funderwear on. We find them, we take them as a team, and we bring them back.”

He pauses for a moment, “And above all else, we don’t ever, ever let them get into cars. Crime scene is 10 hours old and counting, men. Let’s go hunting.”

“Agent Hobbs! Chief of Police, Joao Alemeida,” a short man calls to get his attention.

“Luke,” he gives back.

“Sorry to hear about the loss of your men, but is this really necessary to apprehend Toretto and O’Conner?”

Luke looks at the man, “Let me tell you something about those two. One is a former federal officer, been in deep cover for five years. She knows every way you’re coming for her. The other one is a professional criminal, escaped prison twice, spent half his life on the run avoiding folks like you.”

Joao nods, “Well, if there’s anything we can do to help the DSS…”

“Two things. One, I need a translator,”

“We have plenty in the public relations department,”

“Nope, I want Elena Neeves,” Hobbs tells him with no room for argument.

“She’s a patrol officer, we have more experience people,” Joao tries to argue.

“I like her smile,” Hobbs feeds him a line of bull.

“What’s the second thing?”

“Stay the fuck out of my way.”

………………

Back in the garage Dom and Brian were taking apart the car.

“Dom,” Brian starts.

“Hm?”

“I have something I have to tell you,” she says smiling.

“God damn. What a mess!”

Never mind, she’s going to kill Vince first and then she’ll tell him the news.

“Where you been man,” Brian asks on edge from the fact that even though they’ve just gotten to Rio they might already be compromised.

“You better check that tone,” Vince warns.

“And you better answer the goddamn question,” Brian fires back, stepping into Vince’s space.

“Stop it! Both of you,” Mia yells at them.

Dom pulls Brian back. “Where were you, Vince?”

“Guys all over the favelas asking about you,” Vince tells them. “Couldn’t get out of there without leading them straight to you. Had to wait them out.”

“That’s horseshit! That was your job, and those were your guys,” Brian screams at him. She’s not actually mad at Vince, she’s mad at the situation they’re in. The fact that they all could have died.

“Hey! Enough, Brian! If he said he didn’t do it, he didn’t do it. Go walk it off,” Dom orders. She listens taking deep breaths as she walks away.

“She’s not actually mad at you,” Mia says softly, “She’s mad at the situation.”

Vince gets it, he understands why she’s upset, “I know.”

It’s later that night when Mia and Brian are huddled together sleeping when Dom sees Vince make a move.

“Almost wish I didn’t see that. Almost,” Dom tells him, stepping out of the shower.

“Wait, Dom,” Vince pleads.

“Mia was on that train. My sister and my girl were on that train,” Dom yells, taking a threatening step toward the other man.

“I didn’t know. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them,” Vince defends. “All they want is the chip.”

“Damn! You should’ve come clean,” Dom growls.

Mia and Brian exit where they had been sleeping, Mia looking wide awake and Brian half asleep.

“What’s going on out here,” Brian asks.

“Nothing.”

“Just let me have the chip. I’ll take it to them, and it will set everything right.”

“Get out,” Dom orders.

“What?”

“Get out!”

………………

Luke Hobbs studies the train that had been robbed. After walking around and studying the cut made on the side of the car, he decides they’ve used a plasma cutter.

“Wilkes, I want a list of every place within 50 miles that distributes compressed gas tanks, pass me that manifest,” Hobbs orders.

“Officer Neeves. Been waiting for you,” Hobbs says not looking at the woman.

“You asked for me. Why,” she asks, “my smile is not that great.”

“Your husband was an officer who was gunned down in the favela. Six months later, you upped and joined the force. You’re motivated. Plus, I figure you’re the only one in Rio who can’t be bought. Am I right,” he tells her.

“Yes.”

Another man comes over and starts to tell Hobbs about the two tracks one leading west and another heading. The man tells Hobbs that they lost the tracks of the GT40. Elena jumps in telling them there’s a way to find the tracks and Hobbs smiles, he knew picked right on her.

“Let’s find ourselves a car.”

………………

“What do you think?”

“Well, it’s definitely a custom chip,” Brian tells them. “Look at all these side menus here for data entry. Let’s check this one.”

“Would you look at that, same building, same order every week. It’s a delivery schedule.”

They all studied the map for a moment before Brian grins. Brian’s seen this before, so she begins to explain that a lot of big dealers weigh their money, so they don’t need to count it. Each one of the shipments is worth 10 million dollars.

“If I’m right, it’s probably a 100 million plus in cash houses. I can see why Reyes would want this back.” Brian can’t help but smirk at the knowledge.

There’s a noise outside and they all turn to look at each other. Brian grabs the chip and she and Mia race for the window while Dom hides in the shadows. Reyes’ men enter into their hiding spot with their guns drawn and ready to kill them to get the chip back.

Dom takes the first guy out as soon as they begin to fire shots at Mia and Brian. They’re fighting and running. Mia and Brian race across the rooftops and Brian is breaking noses as they make their way across the villas. When they finally reach a spot where they’re going to have to jump, Brian grabs Mia’s hand and they leap off the roof.

They meet up with Dom at the edge of the sewer. Brian immediately begins to study Dom to see if he’s hurt anywhere.

“They’re going to be looking for us together now,” Brian says.

“We’ll have to split up. You and Mia head south, I’ll lead them away,” Dom tells him.

At this point Brian can’t take it anymore. She can’t stand the thought of it not being the three of them together anymore and she’s running on fumes.

“I’m pregnant,” Brian blurts out. “We just got back to it being all three of us, I’m not ready to lose it again.”

Dom crosses the few feet between him, and Brian and he kisses her firmly.

“I’m going to be an aunt,” Mia cheers, she moves over to the other two and is hugging them tightly.

“How ya feeling, Papa,” Brian asks teasingly.

“We’re staying together. I love you,” Dom tells her and pulls Brian and Mia into an even tighter hug.

………………

When the trio had finally found a spot for the night, Mia was the first to crash. She curled herself up on one of the chairs, with a blanket covering her. Brian and Dom stood on the balcony overlooking the entire city.

“Dom, what do you remember about your parents,” Brian asks.

“My mother was one of the kindest women I’ve ever known. She was always there cleaning up our cuts and bruises. Every week she’d make fresh sopaipillas. After she passed away, my father was at the shop every single day and every night, he’d be at the kitchen table with Mia, helping her with her homework. Then he’d stay up for a few more hours and learn the next chapter for the next day,” he told her, smiling at the memory.

“When my mom was still alive every night, they’d do the dishes together and she’d wash, while he dried. He would pick slow songs, and they would dance in the kitchen to the music,” Dom said, extending his hand.

Brian rolls her eyes at how cheesy he was but took it, nevertheless. They began to sway to an imaginary rhythm. Brian laughing as he twirled her around.

“I only remember bits and pieces of my dad,” she confides, “I just don’t want to be like my mom.”

“You won’t. You’ve got me.”

“We can’t keep running,” Brian said after a minute.

“You’re right. This is how we’re going to do it,” Dom tells her, holding up the chip.

“We’re going to buy our freedom, a new life,” Brian grins. “You realize we’re talking about going against the most powerful guy in all of Rio?”

“Yes, we are.”

“Then we’re going to need a team,” Brian tells him.

“Let’s run through the bases real quick. Who do we got,” Dom asks.

“First we’re going to need a chameleon. Someone who can blend in anywhere.” Dom already has a man in mind to fit into this role.

“Next, a fast talker. Someone who can bullshit their way out of anything,” he says next.

“I got that,” Brian snorts.

“This guy is going to have a lot of surveillance. We’re going to need someone who’s good with circuits.” Brian nods in agreement thinking of the perfect man for this part.

“With those circuits, Reyes is going to have walls. We’re going to need guys to punch through those walls,” Dom tells her.

“What else?”

“Utilities and weapons. Someone who ain’t afraid to throw down. Someone to back up every position.”

“Yeah, what else do we need,” Brian questions.

“Most importantly, we’re going to need two precision drivers. The kind that don’t crack under pressure, the kind that never lose.”

Brian snorts, “You know we got that.”

………………

When Roman Pearce hears that his best friend is on the run, he can’t help but be pissed, because only Brian would be able to go from primetime FBI agent to being on a wanted list in such a quick amount of time. When he gets a phone call from her asking for a favor to help pull off a job, he doesn’t hesitate, he jumps on a plane and flies his ass down to Rio.

“Aw, hell, no!” Rome hears turning to find Tej Parker.

“They really be scraping the bottom of the barrel if your ass is here,” Rome teases. They do the typical bro thing where they grab each other’s hands and go in for a hug. The rest of the crew slowly trickles in before Rome finally sees Brian.

She’s standing next to another man, they’re walking hip to hip, and if Rome had to guess Brian’s got her hand in the man’s backside pocket. That must be Dom. On the other side of Brian is a beautiful girl that’s watching Brian carefully, like she’s made of glass. That must be Mia.

Brian slips away from the other two, making her way toward Tej and Rome, laughing as she jumps on Rome in way of greeting. She hugs Tej too and he laughs and hugs her back. She leads them over to the rest of the group.

“Dom this is Tej, best circuit man on the East coast,” she says as Tej reaches out to shake Dom’s hand.

“This here is my boy, Roman Pearce. I grew up with this guy.”

Rome studies the other man. Dom studies him. Brian finally gets tired of the dick measuring contest before sighing grabbing both of their right arms and physically makes them shake hands.

“I’ve heard about you,” Dom finally says.

“Nice digs,” Rome snarks.

“Yeah, well, the Ritz was sold out.”

Brian is smiling looking at him expectantly. Rome can’t help but like Dom at the moment just because he makes Brian smile like that. The only time he’s ever seen Brian smile like this is when she’s behind a wheel.

Dom goes over the plan. He tells them how they’re going to steal $100 million, meaning each one of them is going to have over $11 million apiece. They all agree. And so, the plan begins.

………………

It’s after they’ve successfully broken into one of the cash houses and watched the rest of the cash be moved into the police station, and they now know what type of vault Reyes has, and have access to the video in the police station, that Dom sees how close Brian and Rome really are. Dom notices Rome watching Brian after she’s finished her second orange and is reaching for another. He can’t help but be curious about what’s got the other man annoyed.

“Don’t even think about it white girl,” Rome tells Brian, as she begins to peel the new orange. She raises an eyebrow in challenge as she breaks a piece of it off.

“Brian do not eat that,” Rome orders, “you’re going to break out into hives, damnit.”

Dom freezes at that and watches in horror as Brian does the exact opposite and puts the orange slice in her mouth. He crosses over to his girl in two strides.

“Spit it out. And give me the dumb orange,” Dom commands, holding his hand out. Brian glares and swallows but hands the rest of the orange to him.

“When I asked if you were allergic to anything else, you said no,” Dom growls at her.

“I’m not, well not technically,” she responds sheepishly.

“When we were younger, we had a contest on how many oranges we could eat and Brian had too many oranges and broke out in hives,” Rome tells him.

Dom turns to look at her accusingly before he notices that her hand is on her stomach rubbing small circles and he softens. It’s her first craving he realizes, and he gives a small grin at her before turning back more seriously to Rome.

“What about orange juice,” he asks. Brian looks happy at the aspect but considering she didn’t care that she was going to break out in hives from too many oranges he’s not trusting her opinion on anything with food anymore.

“She’s good on orange juice, there’s so much sugar and other stuff in there, I don’t think she’s ever broken out into hives.”

“What are we talking about,” Mia asks wondering over to them.

“Brian breaks out into hives when she eats too many oranges,” Dom tells her.

“Brian is this like the cheap jewelry,” Mia sighs. Brian shrugs and gives a concise nod.

“What cheap jewelry,” both men ask at the same time.

“She gets red and itchy when she has cheap silver for jewelry in her piercings,” Mia rats her out.

Rome throws his hands in the air, fed up with his white girl and walks away. Mia follows laughing at the look of betrayal Brian shoots her. Dom sits down next to her on the couch letting out a breath.

“Brian, love, you’ve got to let me know these things. It doesn’t matter that it’s not life threatening, if it makes you uncomfortable, I want to know. If something makes you the happiest you can be, I want to know. I love you,” he tells her.

“I know, I’ll do better in letting you know these things. I love you too,” she tells him, closing her eyes and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Dom studies her for a moment before pulling her close and maneuvering them so they’re both lying down on the couch with one of his arms being used as pillow for Brian’s head and the other wrapped around her side, his hand on her stomach, thumb moving back and forth.

“We’ll just take a nap for a little bit,” he tells her, and they both shut their eyes.

………………

That same night, Brian and Dom do what they do best: leave everyone staring at their taillights. Dom thinks part of the reason he loves Brian so much is because the only other person he knows who loves the thrill of racing like this is him.

Brian immediately finds the most obnoxious blue car out there and convinces Dom this is the one they need. Two seconds later the man who runs the racing scene down there points out that they all know who Brian and Dom are; it’s exactly what they need to get the guy to put up his car.

As soon as Rome sees the car, he makes fun of her. Only Brian would think Papa Smurfs car would be a good choice.

“Alright B, give it your best shot,” Dom says over the walkie talkie.

Brian races down the path, milking the car over the turns. But it’s not enough. Everyone takes a turn. They go through car after car, trying to find the best fit in order to pull off this job, but nothing has worked yet.

………………

The crate for the safe comes and Tej can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh at the palm scanner.

“Without Reye’s handprint, Houdini himself couldn’t open this bitch,” he informs them.

“Han your up,” Dom calls.

Han and Gisele head to the beach club Reyes is at. They’ve had a back-and-forth thing going on since they’ve met, flirting constantly. Han groans and tells her they’re going to have to call in more people and do more recon in order to get the handprint.

“You don’t send a man to do a woman’s job,” she shoots back with a sultry look and walks over to Reyes and getting the palm print needed.

They head back, careful not to contaminate the handprint to give it to Tej so he can keep it safe. Tej and Rome look confused until Gisele shines the black light on the back of the swimsuit, showing the print.

“So, did he just slap that ass or did he grab and hold on to it,” Tej teases.

Gisele rolls her eyes and shakes her head. But she’s grinning so there’s no harm done.

“We’ve got a problem,” Mia yells out, “the whole teams been burnt.”

On the computer all of their faces are pulled up. Each one labeled dangerous and wanted. That’s when Brian sees who’s issued the warrants.

“Is this who you saw Dom,” she asks as she pulls up a picture of the man in question. He nods.

“Agent Luke Hobbs, he’s the leader of the elite task force for the DSS. This is who you call when you need to find someone. He’s Old Testament,” Brian explains.

“Think we need to get some fresh air,” Dom tells them all. Already thinking of how to get Hobbs off their trail.

………………

Hobbs tracks them down to where the street racers are.

“You’re under arrest,” he tells them.

“I don’t feel like I’m under arrest. How bout you, Brian,” Dom asks

“Naw, not a bit.”

Brain tries to deescalate Hobbs’ interest in them by telling him they weren’t the ones to kill the men on the train. It doesn’t work though, and Dom finds himself taking a protective step in between Hobbs and Brian. It’s when the DSS agents pull out their guns that all the street racers pull out theirs. Racers protect racers. The DSS agents realize they’re surrounded but not before the tracker is secured.

………………..

Han’s behind the wheel when he points out the window is too small. The only way they’re making it through is if they’ve got invisible cars. This causes Dom to look up smiling because he’s got an idea now.

“Let’s take a ride, boys,” he says.

They drive to the police station and boost the cars.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been behind the wheel of one of these,” Brian states.

“First time I’ve ever been in the front seat,” Dom jokes, it gets a snort out of Brian.  

Two seconds later Han and Rome meet them at the stop light. Brian jokes that she’s surprised Rome hasn’t already put some chrome spinners on it.

“I got $100,000 that says I can take you all in the next quarter-mile,” he tells them.

“Your broke ass doesn’t even have money for the damn vending machine, let alone a hundred grand,” Brian snarks.

“If we pull off this job, I will,” he shoots back.

Han jumps into the little wager upping the ante. “We don’t pull this job off, we’re probably dead anyway. Let’s make it a million.”

Dom turns to look at Brian, only to see her grinning like the first time they met. It’s the same damn grin she had when she had looked at him and said she had almost had him. He knows she’s in, that she’s ready for the race. For the next two lights they’re going. A million-dollar quarter mile.

The moment they pass their ‘finish line’ Dom can see Brian cheering in the car, laughing like a maniac. God, she’s fearless, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. When they make it back to base, Brian’s still hyped up on adrenaline, but Dom still kisses her on the forehead and tells her good race.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for that shit,” she asks slapping Rome’s hand.

“Told ya she didn’t see it,” Han says.

“Your man right there? He let off the throttle at the line. You didn’t do nothing. He let you win,” Rome tells her.

“Bullshit,” Brian tells them offended.

………………

When Mia goes shopping, she’s saved by Vince and when he brings her back safe and sound, it’s like he never left. Dom doesn’t even hesitate to invite him to dinner and then lets him know he’s got a spot on the team if he wants it.

Dom’s sitting on the stool, Brian on his lap. They’re listening to their family laugh and joke when Roman approaches them. He’s got three bears in his hand, and he passes one to Dom and tries to pass the other one to Brian.

“I can’t,” she tells him. Dom smiles into her shoulder.

“What do you mean you can’t have one. You’ve never turned down a drink,” Rome asks confused.

Brian takes Dom’s hand that’s on her stomach and rubs it in a circle smiling at the man that’s basically her brother.

“Are you serious right now? Is that why you let her beat you in the quarter mile? Not trying to cause drama for your baby mama, that was a baby gift,” Rome exclaims laughing.

“No that’s messed up! You’re not taking that from me,” Brian tells him. She looks at Dom expectantly.

“I’ve got no idea what they’re talking about love,” he says kissing her.

“Wait, wait, hold on a second,” Tej says coming over. “So, did he just smack the ass, or did he grab and hold on it?”

They all laugh, and the group comes over congratulating the couple before Dom raises their drinks for cheers.

………………

That night when Brian and Dom are laying next to each other trying to sleep before they pull off their heist, they talk about the future. Brian’s tucked into Dom and like usual whenever Dom gets a chance, he puts a hand on her stomach.

“When we finish this job, where do you want to move to,” he whispers in her ear.

She hums softly, “When we finish this job, I want us to live somewhere by the ocean. Somewhere I can surf. I want our house to have 4 rooms, one for you and me, one for Mia if she wants it, and rooms for our future kids.”

Dom smiles softly at the thought of them together with little kids running around. He kisses the spot behind her ear and Brian moves her hand to lace her fingers with his.

“What do you want,” she asks.

“I want everything you want. I want us to have enough room for our kid and future ones to run around, large windows where we can see the ocean, a balcony so we can sit out there every morning and every night to watch the sun rise and set,” he tells her.

“But most importantly, I want a large garage so we can build cars together.”

Brian laughs softly and she nods her head in agreement to the idea. It’s silent for a few minutes Dom focused on listening to Brian breathing.

“Love you,” he whispers kissing her temple.

“Love you too,” she responds snuggling closer.

They both are asleep soon after because tomorrow those dreams they shared are going to become a reality, that’s a fact.

………………

Mia’s watching the tracker to find out where Hobbs is at. It’s the perfect time to pull the job off, he’s on the other side of town. Except he’s not, and as soon as the crew is in the clear, the DSS agents are cornering them. Dom and Hobbs duke it out until finally Brian and Mia are both screaming at Dom to stop.

They’re loaded up and Brian thinks this is the end, except they’re ambushed and freed. They could leave Hobbs and Neeves for dead, but they don’t, they drag Hobbs back and they’re back in the car driving to another safe house. It’s then they notice that Vince has been hit. He tells Dom how he’ll have to meet his wife and son. The same son that is named after Dom.

Surprisingly, it’s Hobbs who agrees to ride with Toretto first. Brian knows that wherever Dom goes she goes and if he’s finishing the job, she’s finishing the job. That’s exactly what they do too. They finish the job, leaving a wake of destruction in their rearview mirrors. They destroy a bank and when they reach a bridge with no escape Dom unclips her and tells her she’s going to make a great mom.

Brian decides in that moment she’s going to add murder to her charges. As she watches the love of her life almost die, she’s pretty sure that adding another felony to her already large list of charges won’t be that bad. When one of Reyes’ men comes out from the car with a gun, Brian doesn’t hesitate and shoots him on the spot. After everything they’ve been through, Hobbs decides to give them a 24-hour head start, and they already know where they’re headed.

………………

They’re lounging on the patio, watching as Mia and Elena talk sitting on the sand. Brian’s feet are on Dom’s lap and he’s rubbing them softly. Brian’s stomach is noticeable at 16 weeks but not yet large enough where none of her clothes fit.

“I want another shot,” she tells him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, no wagers, no cheating,” she gives him a pointed look.

“You’ve got to let that go,” he tells her laughing.

“Nobody else, just you and me once and for all,” she finishes.

“Are you sure you can handle the disappointment,” he teases.

“Are you?”

“All right, Mrs. Toretto. Let’s see what you got.”