Disclaimer - I don't own any characters that you may recognise, any you don't are mine. I'm not making any money from this story so don't sue me - I've nothing worth taking unless you count two manky dogs and you're more than welcome to them! Be warned though, they smell and bark a lot! This story follows the same time frame as the film.

Summary: How will the team deal with the news that not only is Brian a cop but someone on the team has turned traitor and is working with the LAPD and FBI?

Chapter 1

Abby sat patiently in her car waiting for Brian to show up for lunch. For the past couple of weeks he'd been coming to Toretto's for lunch and he was due to arrive within the next ten minutes. It had been 4 years since she'd last seen him but she knew that the time had come for her to confront him for what he did and finally lay her brothers ghost to rest.

Abby was pulled from her thoughts by the arrival of the bright red Racers Edge delivery truck, Brian was ten minutes late. The years had been good to him; he hadn't changed at all – still a typical blonde haired, blue eyed Californian surfer. She couldn't help but feel angry that he was having the time of his life with the job that he loved whilst her brother was rotting in the ground, a victim of Officer Brian O'Connor's failure to follow orders. She'd decided when she got up that morning that today was the day that she'd confront her past, today was the day she'd ruin his life, just as he'd ruined hers. She'd lost 4 years of her life because of him, 4 years of not being able to function properly, 4 years of crying herself to sleep every night, 4 years of hell all because he couldn't do the job he'd been trained to do. Her brother was dead because Officer Brian O'Connor fucked up.

Just as Abby was about to get out of her car and walk into Toretto's the air was filled with the roar of high performance engines, turning in her seat she saw 4 amazing cars flying down the road towards her. She'd never really been into cars, that was her brothers thing but when he died she found herself spending more and more time in the garage fiddling with things on her car – it helped her to feel close to him and she soon found herself wearing the same grin that David always had whenever a performance car drove past. She'd been bitten by the bug and there wasn't a damn thing she could or would do about it.

Abby watched as each car stopped and the drivers got out, she'd seen them many times before over the past couple of weeks but she still got a shiver when she saw the driver of the blue Nissan Maxima. Vince was an imposing figure of a man, approx 6ft 3in and built like the proverbial brick shit house. He was Dom's enforcer and several times over the past few weeks she'd seen him beating on people who'd failed to pay their bills at DT or who'd made a move on Dom's sister Mia. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Vince wanted more from her than she was prepared to give.

Vince hadn't noticed the red truck parked across the road, he was too busy looking at something under the hood of his car. There was obviously something wrong as the rest of the team was looking as well. Well, the rest of the team except for Dom, Abby wasn't sure where he was but as he spent two mornings a week in the store catching up on the paperwork she thought it likely he was already inside.

It didn't take Vince long to see Brian's truck, he slammed down the hood of his car and stalked into the store. 'Damn, that man is fine' Abby thought as she watched him from behind. 'It should be a crime to look that good in denim.'

Vince had only just sat down when Brian stood up to leave. Abby was half way out of her car when Vince threw the first punch, within seconds the men were brawling in the street.

Abby stood at the side of her car completely transfixed – there was something primal about watching the two men fighting, the villain versus the lawman. It was like something out of a Wild West movie only they had performance cars instead of horses. Abby was so busy watching the two fighting men she didn't notice Dom had come out and was trying to separate the duo until Vince was thrown into her car.

"Jesus Christ, watch what the fuck you're doing." Abby was shaken from her daze by the thud Vince's head made as it connected with her car.

"Are you alright?" Abby rushed to help Vince; he was lying stunned in a crumpled heap, on the floor. "Stay still, don't get up yet." Vince shook his head to clear his vision and was surprised to see a pretty red hair with the most amazing green eyes crouched down in front of him. He'd never seen her before, yet she was obviously worried and doing her best to help him.

Whilst Abby was busy helping Vince, Jesse had picked up Brian's wallet off the floor and handed it to Dom. She already knew the name he was using, she'd found out from Harry but it was still odd hearing him being referred to as Brian Earl Spilner, not Brian Michael O'Connor.

"I'm fine, just fine." Vince wasn't fine, his head was throbbing and his vision was still a little blurred but there was no way he was going to admit to that, not whilst the buster was still around and the pretty red head was standing next to him.

Once Vince had gotten to his feet he saw the dent in the panel of Abby's car where he'd hit it.

"If you bring it by DT tomorrow I'll get it replaced for you." 'No wonder my head hurts' he thought, 'that's one hell of a dent'.

"Don't worry about it babe, I've done worse running from the cops. I'd appreciate it if you could pull it for me though." Abby really wasn't that bothered about the dent, but if Vince wanted to fix it for her who was she to argue – it gave her an opportunity to get close to the team, and hopefully Brian.

"Let me just write down the directions." Mia had heard the exchange between Vince and Abby and knew that the girl would never find the garage if she didn't know where it was. She obviously wasn't a racer, one look at her car told her that, so DT wasn't the sort of place she'd normally use.

"I'll get them at the races, I've gotta get going. I'll see ya later." As much as Abby wanted to hang around and talk to Vince she knew that Brian was racing that night and that meant she had to do some shopping before she went. She'd not been to the races for a while and she needed the confidence boost a new outfit always gave her.

"Wait, do you need directions to the races?" Mia knew that it wasn't a good idea to be talking to a stranger about illegal street racing but if Abby didn't know where they were no one else would tell her.

"Don't worry I'll be there, what is it they say? If you have to ask you don't belong." Abby couldn't help the huge grin that spread across her face, she knew that she didn't look like a racer, hell she looked like a bank clerk but the team would see a totally different side to her that night. She loved the whole street racing subculture; it reminded her of her brother.

Abby got in her car and pulled out of the car park, she was just about to turn onto the street when Vince called across the car park to her.

"What's your name?"

"Abby, see ya later sexy." As Abby drove away from the diner she could still picture the grin on Vince's face when she called him 'sexy' and the way he'd swaggered back inside. He was definitely a very fine example of a man.