Author's Note: I don't own Fast and the Furious or any of its characters. I only own the plot to the story.

Summary: Semi Au of 2 Fast 2 Furious and Au for the rest of the series. Instead of picking just one driver. Brain picks two. His childhood buddy Roman Pierce and a member of the team now serving 10-15 in Lompoc Federal Correction Facility. In exchange for the teams records to be cleared. This story his written in memory of Paul Walker who was tragically killed last month.

Chapter 1

"Your gonna roll with Agent Dunn here." The Agent from Customs explained. Brain mentally scoffed at the thought. This undercover sting to get Vernon would be over before it started.

"And if I don't" Brain scoffed slightly. He was not about to go down this path yet again. The FBI had already screwed him over once.

"Well here's a list of the laws you broke in LA. Obstruction of Justice, Adding and a Betting. You know the rap sheet. We can make this all go away, in the interest of justice. If your willing to play ball." Bilkins responded handing the list of laws he had broken by letting Dom and the Team go.

"So what's the idea here? Dunne and me are supposed to be street racers. " Brain scoffed in cynicism of this undercover operations working at all.

"That's Right" Custom's Agent responded unsure of what Brain's motives where behind that question.

"So Dunne. It looks like you and me are going to be partners, bro. So could you tell me what would be the better motor for my Skyline? Gallo12 or Gallo 24" Brain questioned his supposed partner in cynicism.

"Ah a 24" Dunne answer unsure wither it was the right answer.

"See I didn't know pizza places made motors" Brain scoffed. " See man come on. I can't do this. I mean seriously, if this is what you're going to give me. I might as well take my chances in Chino" Brain continued.

"Then we'll get someone else" Bilkins suggested.

"No way man. The only way I'll do this if I get to pick the drivers," Brain offered instead of that idea by Bilkins.

"Alright O'Connor. Who you got in mind." Bilkins asked, not really wanting to know whom Brain wanted as his partner or partners.

"This guy I grew up with Barstow. Roman Piecers. The second driver. A member of Toretto's team. AJ Ortiz. He's serving a dime and half in Lompoc. Oh and another thing when this is done both mine, Rome's, AJ's and the Team records are cleared. Ever that or no deal" Brain said laying out his final offer.

Lompoc Federal Correctional Facility.

"I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling of the cell I had inhabited for that passed eighteen months. I had busted V out of police custard three months after the last heist. A little over three months later I was sentenced to 10-15 in Lompoc.

The very same prison Dom had been sent to after he had almost killed Linder. If I had to do time to ensure that the team where safe and didn't get caught by the Feds then I was willing to help.

"Get up Ortiz. You've got a visitor" One of guards Franks I think his name was growled from door to my cell. I got up and put my hands through he bars to be handcuffed. The only visitors I got were Mia about once a week and the Feds about once a months trying to find Dom.

I was lead to a visitation room. I scoffed when I saw it was Spliner or whatever his name was. The Fed with Spliner nodded to Franks to uncuff me.

"What you doing here 'Narc'. Guilty conscious win out or aren't you done destroying my family," I snarled not at all happy to see that bastard of a cop.

"Mr Ortiz whatever your previous relationship with or was with Mr O'Connor is no concern of mine. I have a deal to strike with you. You help O'Connor and me bring down Cater Verona. I can guaranty that the charges and all warrants against you and your family will be dropped as well as your criminal records cleared. " The Fed with O'Connor spoke up.

"What makes you think? I'm going to work with Blondie here." I scoffed at the thought of such crap.

"Your will be able to make your family whole again or you can spend the next eight and half to 13 and half years in prison to think about it" The Fed suggested. If this was my only chance to make the team whole again I was going to do it.

"Alright fine on one condition thought. I anit driving no Jap rice rocket. American Muscle or no deal" I said not fucking around on the subject.

"Ok it's a deal. I call the guard and tell him to let the warden know that you're being released into our custody." The Fed said beginning to walk away.

"Agent " I asked not know his name.

"Bilkins. Mr Ortiz" Bilkins answered telling me his name.

"Agent Bilkins I understand you're a man of your word. If you say all the teams records and warrants will be cleared then it will happen if I help out with this case" I asked, somewhat hoping what he was about to say I was what I thought to be true about him.

"You have my word Mr Ortiz" Bilkins said before leaving to go talk to the warden.

Barstow California

It had been maybe a day since I had been released from Lompoc after eighteen months in the clink. We where here in Barstow to find O'Connor's friend Pierce. From what Bilkins and O'Connor had been discussing about Pierce.

He had done three years in jail because of Blondie or maybe not. He had possible screwed over his childhood friend. That was possible one more reason not to trust O'Connor.

Pierce was the one in the Black Chevy Monte-Carlo. He wasn't a half ass bad driver. Better then O'Connor by a long shot. Well at his first Street Race that is. In a matter of five minutes the derby was over and Pierce was the winner.

The announcer was going on in the background. O'Connor's boy Pierce got out of Monte-Carlo. I got a good look at him. He was about between Dom and V's height and shorter then me by two to one and half inches or so.

Pierce spotted O'Connor, me and Bilkins in the crowd and began to walk away pissed from the looks of it. O'Connor said something but I tuned out to what he had said. We followed after Pierce.

O'Connor kept calling out to him but it did no good.

"What ever happens next? Just let it go" O'Connor commented.

"I anit in it" Bilkins said holding up his hands.

"Don't think I'm going to step in for you O'Connor" I scoffed and went about watching and waiting for O'Connor to get his ass kicked like he so rightly deserved.

"Rome" O'Connor called out to him.

"Only my home boys call me Rome. Pig" Pierce snapped at O'Connor. I sniggered under my breath at that comment.

"I anit a cop anymore bro" O'Connor said calmly.

"That true. Blondie here anit a cop anymore" Pierce asked looking straight at Bilkins as he approached.

"That's right no badge" Bilkins commented to Pierce. I only stood back and watched and waited for Piecer to deck O'Conner.

I didn't have to wait long before Pierce threw a swing at O'Connor. It hit him square in the jaw. I said nothing as I followed Bilkins to watch O'Connor and Pierce squabble around in the dirt both of them trying to gain the upper hand on the other.

"Why'd you come here O'Connor" Pierce asked as O'Connor let him go.

"I've got a deal for you" O'Connor responded.

"When I needed your ass. You where nowhere to be found. Now you're tryin to hand out deals." Pierce commented grabbing his anklet as he got to his feet.

"I need you to come to Miami and drive with me. If you do, they'll take off that anklet and clear your record. " O'Connor said trying to convince Pierce to help us.

"I did three years in jail. Three years in jail over you Brain. I know you better then you think" Pierce growled.

"Maybe you don't" O'Connor responded

"You Guys Finished" Bilkins asked.

"Is this deal legit" Pierce asked for the right reasons. I had been screwed over by the Feds once. Namely one of them being O'Connor.

"That's right. If you do this job for us. " Bilkins said speaking the truth. I knew he was telling the truth. He had gotten me out of Lompoc.

"I told you" O'Connor said opening his mouth again.

"Shut Up Punk" Pierce shot back at him. I just said nothing and looked down at the ground and tried not to smirk.

"So you're going to clear my record and get this thing off my ankle" Pierce turned his attention to Bilkins and me.

"That's right. I thought your couldn't wonder more then 100 yards from your home" Bilkins commented.

" Why do you think I parked so close to the derby" Pierce responded angrily to Bilkins.

"Man quit actin like your going to pass this up" O'Connor exclaimed. Nice one O'Connor.

Miami, Florida.

"So where'd O'Connor spring you from man "Pierce asked, I looked over at him. It was the first time he had said a word to me.

"Lompoc. I wouldn't be in there if it wasn't for O'Connor if he hadn't narked on us" I said going back to looking out the window. Not a minute later we pulled into a Federal building parking lot.

We all got out of the car and headed towards the building. Pierce stopped not quite sure if he wanted to go through with this or not.

"Wait. Hold up" O'Connor said to Bilkins before going to see what Pierce's problem was.

"Hey bro what's going on" O'Connor asked Pierce.

"I don't know if I should be trusting you man" Pierce said, I didn't blame him for not trusting O'Connor.

"Just think of it this way. It's a chance for a fresh start," O'Connor said before starting to walk away from him.

"I wouldn't need a fresh start if it wasn't for you" Rome commented. That got O'Connor's attention.

"Man you've been using that since the day you got busted. So let's just chill out and go do this thing." O'Connor sounded fed up with Rome's on going fucking complaining.

"I don't need to chill out" Rome scoffed.

"Yes you do. And you need to stop blaming me for you're ever mistake. Roman Pierce needs to starting taking responsibly for your own action" O'Connor pointed out in frustration.

"You need to go to hell" Rome chortled.

"And you need to go back to Barstow" O'Connor retorted like a bickering schoolgirl. And walked away from Pierce

"I anit going back to Barstow. " Rome muttered under his breath and finally followed us in to Federal Building.