"There are all kinds of family Brian…and that's a choice you're going to have to make…" The words echoed in Brian's head as he and Dom sat in the small restaurant on the side of the highway by the beach, the smell of salt and the ocean breeze potent in the air. Brian had intended to confront him about the trucks, telling him he wanted in so he could do his job as a cop, the one thing he swore over and over to the team that he wasn't.
"So what's wrong Brian?" Dom asked, tossing shrimp into his mouth. "Nothin' man I'm fine." Brian was distant, lost in his head. "C'mon obviously something's off." Brian looked up, finally making his decision. He knew who his family was, and who you choose to keep defines who you are. "Dom..." he took a breath and pulled out a folded leather wallet and laid it down in front of Dominic, his badge prominently shining in the sunlight.
"I'm a cop…I was sent in undercover to infiltrate the street racing world and find and stop the guys popping trucks. I should have come clean a long time ago. And I know it doesn't make up for it, but I'm trying to help you. They're coming down hard now Dom and truckers are packing. They won't just lie down anymore. This has to stop."
Brian didn't have to guess what was about to happen. He was either going to be killed or left sitting there as Dom walked outside and took the Supra. Either way, there was no fixing this now. Dominic closed his eyes, fighting back the rage building inside him. He took this man in, gave him his trust, and now this same man has just confessed to being a cop. Dominic picked up the wallet, flipping the flap open to reveal Brian's real ID. "So…Brian O'Connor LAPD. Why are you telling me this? Why come clean now?" Dom knew to keep his cool in public, he wouldn't go back to prison and he didn't need to draw attention.
Brian sighed, "Look, I kept telling myself that it wasn't you and the team, that it had to have been Hector or Johnny Tran. But the more I lied the clearer it became that it was you guys. I had to make a decision." Dom nodded his head and crossed his muscular arms across his chest. "And what made you choose to tell me, knowing I could kill you or leave you stranded somewhere?" Brian looked out at the water for a moment before finally turning to Dom. "You, Mia, Letty, Leon, Jesse, and even Vince…You're a family. And you welcomed me into it with open arms. That makes you guys my family too. And that means a lot to me. That's something I never had. And besides…you're not a killer, you're a racer who made a bad call."
Dom stood up grabbing his coat and tossing the wallet back to Brian. "Well then…you have two choices. Turn me and the team in and go on to be a detective, FBI, or whatever it is you're striving to be Mr. LAPD. Or you can come back with me and we'll all sit down and talk this out and plan our next steps. But let me be clear about one thing. If you come with me now, you can never go back."
A/N Kinda short I know, I'm currently working on more, just wanted to see what people think before I get too far into it :)