London had been a great place for Brian and Carter to settle. Okay so there may have been the small part where it had the most cameras of anywhere in the world but it was a metropolitan city - where the rich and famous came to play. It was perfect, as it meant that the couple, who to the world were the CEO and COO officers for a major import/export business could blend right in.

They were happy together and had so far managed to stay under the radar, and as far as the Feds were concerned. Out of sight; out of mind. Well, so long as Brian sent them information on any crooks who were thinking of expanding into America. It was the type of goodwill that greased the wheels that meant for sure they were left alone.

Brian was home before Carter. Not a shock as he had been in Germany, and the Autobahns were quicker and easier to navigate than the trip from Birmingham to London. Brian was a good husband and he had been cooking. It was nothing to do with roles in their relationship and everything to do with the fact as much as he loved Carter - he couldn't cook for shit. He waited until Carter had shed the coat before greeting him with a kiss. "Good day?"

Carter rolled his eyes, "I really want to shoot Shaw."

Brain chuckled it was an old comment. Carter really hated the prohibitive gun laws in the UK. It was the one thing that he missed about the US. "Well, you know you have the PK - just don't get caught."

Carter shook his head, "Not an option. Any time we are around him - you'll be armed. He expressed an ... unhealthy interest in you."

Brian stopped short; he didn't care. He was married and that was the end of it. He wouldn't stray on Carter - not to mention that his husband was a possessive bastard. "Fine. What was the issue?"

"He had heard of your skill as a driver and asked if you'd be willing to do a job for him in Moscow." Carter's frustration was evident in the fact that Brian rarely saw him pace. On the upside his weapons were locked up so at least no one would die - Yet.

Brian pulled him in, using his belt. "Babe, you know I'm yours. Now what's got you riled? We've had more than a few customers ask for me to be the one to move product."

Carter was sighing into his neck, "He told me I should mind my most precious possessions ... least they get taken from me."

Brian was impressed with the balls of Owen Shaw. He knew about the criminal's background and the obvious special ops background. Knowing all of this; he still would put his money on Carter if he angered Owen. His hands sought Carter's neck and pulled him closer, until their mouths were barely touching. He smiled as he pressed his lips closer - dinner could wait. He had a hubby to pacify, and his teeth nipped Carter's lip. He was waiting for him to let loose his passion and frustration.

Brian was only more than happy to help Carter work out his anger. Their lovemaking was always amazing, but when one of them had anger issues - it was better.

Only a month later and Carter was being given the perfect opportunity to get at Owen Shaw. They were in their Chelsea flat watching the soccer. It wasn't as good as American Football but the Brits so loved this sport and they tried to blend. Brian's cell went off and Brian listened in rapt attention. Carter was curious as he had rarely seen his cool partner rattled or even surprised.

Brian put the cell down and started to chuckle, "Well we have a chance to put Shaw behind bars."

Carter wasn't amused, "What's the catch?" He could practically hear the unspoken question put in his lover's voice.

"Well, Hobbs has gone to Dom but has asked that we join the team - to present a more professional front. Owen won't know what hit him when Dom and I go after him."

Carter walked over to Brian and sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and asked, "What does Officer Hobbs want you to do that involves us joining this old team of yours?"

Brian grinned knowing exactly how to reel in Carter. "Well he wants us to help him outwit, outrace and ultimately beat Shaw. Dom is good but we know how to think like Criminals."

Carter pulled him a top of him, "Well we will bring a certain respectability to the rag tag team."

Brian went with the kisses and was horror struck. It was what every guy hated - the missus and the ex meeting. He was sure that there would be a mammoth amount of snipping and Rome would be there to help inflame the situation. On second thought, the Bahamas sound nice this time of the year.

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Authors Note: So as always big shout out to Mswriter_07 and Casey_Wolfe, who read my ramblings and help form them into coherent thoughts.

This will be an AU of Fast 6 and as it has now aired in the US I will start posting chapters of this. Please feel free to leave comments but be mindful of spoiling the film for others who've yet to see the movie.