There is the moment that comes right after finishing a story that is all excitement and pride, I had that after finishing this one. However I can also say I have a really bad case of nerves about it. Its not a crossover that's been done before, to the best of my knowledge, and the This Means War Fandom isn't huge. So yes I'm extremely on edge about posting this story, but excited as well. Reviews are always appreciated, but please no flaming. I have this story fully written and edited, so I will be posting a chapter each day. I hope someone enjoys the story. I do not own the Fast and the Furious franchise, or any characters or lines/plot from the movie. I also do not own This Means War, any characters or lines/plot from the movie. I do not have a beta so please forgive me for any mistakes. This is a Brian/Tuck/FDR story, Don't like Don't read! Warnings - Its non-cannon, asexual character, mentions of sex, language, and bit of violence.

They were running down the streets of Rio panting from exertion, bullets were flying past them. They had a tail of twenty or so, and Brian knew they needed to find a car, and find it fast if they wanted to get out of this alive.

"Shit!" FDR cursed. "That one almost hit me it's like they're trying to kill me damn it!"

"Funny enough mate, but I think that's exactly what they are trying to do," Tuck yelled back.

Brian spotted a Chevelle just up the block; normally he liked to pick up flashy imports, fast rice rockets for their getaways. However he was feeling nostalgic today for some reason, and not even the danger of being surrounded by thugs loaded up with heavy deadly machinery could distract him from his thoughts of the team, of Dom. It didn't hurt that the thing looked like it was built for speed, and right now the three men definitely needed speed.

"I'm going for the black Chevelle," he yelled out. "Cover me."

His two partners stood shoulder to shoulder and returned shots to the men that were hunting them. Brian picked the lock easily enough; years of being the official getaway driver had harnessed his already quick skill. It wasn't that Tuck or FDR couldn't steal a car, or couldn't drive well, it was just that Brian was better.

"Get in, I got you covered," Brian yelled out over the sounds of guns that were a lot closer than they were just a few minutes ago.

He turned his back to the passenger door, and watched as the other two men backed their way towards the car still firing off shots.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my car?" Someone yelled out from the curb.

FDR was closest to the man who they were clearly robbing in broad daylight so he spoke while Brian continued to cover him and Tuck, never tearing his eyes away from the bastards trying to kill them. "Sorry sir, we're just simple civic servants doing our civil duty, we're commandeering your vehicle," he said while getting in the passenger seat.

"Like hell you are," the man yelled out as Brian slid into the driver seat.

Tuck gave Brian time to hotwire the car, before he slipped into the back. Brian pulled out of the tight spot and glanced back at the man who owned the car they were jacking, their eyes made contact for a brief moment.

He punched on the gas and sped off the only word he could think came out of his mouth, "shit, shit, shit!"

He had just stolen a car from none other than Dominic fucking Toretto.