Fast, Furious, and Losing Control

Sequel to Fast, Furious, and Under Control

Chapter 1

Four times in the last month, and nine times total in the last three months, Brian had watched Dom and his team drive off to hijack truck drivers. They had promised him that they would stop, but that promise had only lasted about a month before they were at it again. He had begged, pleaded, reasoned, and finally just demanded that they quit…but still they continued. This time he had enough of waiting around to find out if they'd come back injured, or if someone wouldn't come back at all. He was tired of sitting in the living room and praying for their safety, feeling the relief of seeing them all safe, only to have them turn around and do it again. He quickly packed a duffel bag full of clothing and a backpack with all of the other essentials he might need. He tossed the bags into his latest build, a blue and silver Nissan Skyline and left a short note on the dining table before peeling out of the driveway. He figured Miami sounded like a nice place, and he had a friend there who owed him a favor or two. His hand found his found and was dialing the number before he'd actually finished the thought.

"Hey Tej, what's up man? Nah I'm not in any trouble. Listen, I'm on my way to Miami right now, just left L.A. It should take me a couple weeks since I'm driving my newest baby. Yeah she's real pretty…real fast too. You got a place I can crash at? Yeah that'll work perfect. Thanks Tej, see ya soon man."

By the time the rest of the team got back Brian was already in the next state. Dom frowned when he didn't see the blonde waiting for them in the living room and called out for him, growling when there was no answer.

"Where the hell is he? He always waits for us to get back."

Mia's soft cry of pained emotion came from the dining room and had the whole team running to her side, only to find her clutching a piece of paper and crying. Vince and Letty pulled her close and tried to comfort her as she handed Dom the paper.

"He's gone."

"What? Who's gone Mia?"

"Brian. He's gone! As in left and not planning to come back. Read it yourself Dom. This is your fault."

Dom flinched away from his angry sister as she curled into Vince, looking down to read the note he realized slowly that she was right.

Dom,

By the time you read this I should be well into the next state.

I can't do this anymore Dom. You broke your promise.

You promised me you'd stop, I begged you to stop, but you just won't.

I can't keep waiting around, wondering if any of you will even come back.

I'm done. Don't try to find me Dom. You know how easily I can blend in.

I'm sorry I had to do it this way but I couldn't let you try and stop me.

To the rest of you, I'm sorry I have to leave. Be careful and watch your backs.

The truckers are arming themselves and they WILL shoot to kill.

Brian

Dom gave the paper a dumbfounded stare for a couple of minutes. He'd known Brian was unhappy with them going out hijacking, but he had never thought the other man would be upset enough to leave.

"We have to go after him…right?"

"How Jesse? We don't have a single clue where he might go."

"We can't just stand here doing nothing Vince."

"Quiet! All of you. For now we keep our eyes and ears open for any hints of where he might have gone. We get a lead we follow it. Clear?"

Their replies were varied forms of yes. Vince may not have been Brian's biggest fan, but the blonde did calm Dom's temper and made his girls happy. Seeing the crying face of Mia and the silently upset Dom made him vow to himself that he would do whatever it took to get the blonde back.

When Brian finally made it to Miami he went straight to his friend's garage and managed to get talked into racing again, not that he really protested all that much. Over the next few months he earned a reputation, and re-earned his nickname Bullet. Word made its way through the racing scene and back to L.A. about the Bullet driver and his blue skyline. Dom and the team were certain it was Brian and began making plans to head out to Miami, packing their cars with everything they'd need. After a particularly fun race involving a partially-raised drawbridge Brian got dragged back into FBI business, but this time he was going to call the shots his way…and get an old friend out of trouble in the process.

To say that Roman Pierce was not happy to see the blonde was a gross understatement. The two ended up in a fist fight before Roman finally let Brian explain things to him. After hearing the offer he of course accepted, and he was positive that he'd have to keep a close eye on the reckless blonde. Turned out he was more than right about that.

Carter Verone's drug running operation had been the target of a multi-agency investigation, including NCIS due to his men killing a couple of naval officers who saw something they shouldn't have. Since those officers had been killed in L.A. NCIS sent Agent Callen ad his partner to help out with the Miami sting. Callen was not pleased to find out that his cousin was being sent undercover as a runner for Verone, especially since all the others had ended up dead but he couldn't pull him out when he wanted to be in. When Brian told him why he'd left L.A. Callen had cursed fluently in several languages, much to the other blonde's amusement, and later that night made a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Toretto."

"Who the hell is this? How'd you get this number?"

Agent Callen. We've met."

"Brian's cousin, yeah I remember. What do you want?"

"You need to get to Miami, and fast."

"We're already on our way. Is he with you? Is he safe?"

"Sort of, but not really. We're in Miami, Sam and I got called in on a joint undercover sting against a major drug dealer. Brian decided to volunteer to go undercover as a delivery driver and a friend of his from childhood is going with him in exchange for a clean record."

"How dangerous Is this?"

"Very. One wrong move and they could be killed before we can get to them. No other delivery driver has survived as far as we know, all the others that have been sent into that position undercover were killed before ever being able to meet Verone."

"Probably b/c they drove like shit would be my guess."

"Just get out here Toretto. Brian told me why he left L.A. and I can't say I'm surprised. You can still get him back but you'll have to stop hijacking. He still cares a great deal about all of you. When you get to Miami go to…"

Callen rattled off a hotel for Dom and the team to go to, saying that he had already taken care of the arrangements since he never actually spent the money he made from work. Dom just shook his head and hung up the phone, turning to the rest of the team who waited eagerly for news.

"Brian is definitely in Miami…that was his cousin."

"Oh…the cute agent?"

Vince pouted at Mia who kissed him, making Dom growl playfully at them.

"Yeah that one. He said Brian volunteered for something really dangerous that the Feds are doing. We leave at dawn and we floor it. I'm not gonna lose him Damnit."