Hello all!...please don't kill me…I know I should be working on my Criminal Minds story as well as my soon to be (hopefully) posted, Klaine Mr. and Mrs. Smith story, but I've been working on this one since the movie came out, because part of it bugged me. Like, if Shaw knew who everyone was and their personal info, then he should have figured that they'd be lead back to Braga, right? Welp! This is that twist! If you know me, I love twisting the storylines, so hopefully this is as good! Again! I am so sorry for the wait on the other stories, I have the CM one all written down, it's just a matter of transferring it, but I'm also stuck in one part (I completely forgot how to write a roundtable scene…)

Anyway! I hope you enjoy this! And don't worry, this stories all finished, so if I get enough (good, good criticism) feedback, the faster I'll put up the chapters!

CHAPTER ONE

"You're lucky this doors between us." As soon as those words left his mouth, Brian regretted them. He saw Braga give a nod to one of the 'many men he had put away', and soon enough the door was opening.

"What happened to Letty is on your head." Braga stated as he inched forward.

Brian's eyes widened as he looked between the two brutes, which now had shanks in their hands, and Braga, too late to back out now, he thought as he made the first hit and slammed his fist into Braga's face, effectively breaking his nose.

After taking out Braga, the rest of the fight was a bit of a blur-punches, kicks, slices, nothing too damaging-to him, but the other two guys, not so lucky. Once they were down for the count, he made his way to Braga, who was now on his bed bleeding from his now broken nose, shank in hand. "Look at me! Look at me!" Brian yelled as he held the shank threateningly above Braga.

Braga just chuckled and looked at Brian, bemused. "You won't do it." He muttered.

Brian saw red and quickly plunged the shank into Braga's abdomen, making Braga scream. "What is Shaw up to!?" He questioned as he continued to hold the shank, readying for another attack if he didn't get what he wanted.

"How do you think he knows your next move before you make it?" Braga said, breathlessly. "He's got eyes on you. Think about it."

That was definitely not what Brian wanted to hear. The fact that Shaw could potentially be anywhere and everywhere, watching them, waiting for their next move so he could just side-step it and laugh at their downfall. No, Brian did not like it at all. He lifted his hand to make the final strike against Braga, but just as he was about to make the plunge, Braga stopped him.

"No! No, wait!" Brian stopped, wondering what else this sleazy bastard could possibly say. "The only way you get close to Shaw, is if he wants you to."

Brian did NOT like the sound of that one bit. "What are you talking about?"

Braga scoffed and turned his head a little so he could spit some of the blood out, which was slowly filling his mouth, before speaking again. "Did you think he wouldn't know who you were? How you would connect it back to me? He's been ahead of the game before you were even playing."

Brian had had enough, but instead of just ending this low life's life, he decided a better punishment would be spending the rest of his life in this hell hole. Brian brought back his fist and knocked Braga's lights out, happy to finally shut him up. Though, now that it was quiet, his brain was going 100 miles per second, and the adrenaline high he was on a moment ago was slowly coming down. He slumped against the wall and slid down, putting his head in his hands. This was all his fault; if he hadn't put Letty in that cover op, none of this would be happening. Why doesn't Dom hate me? I would hate me…hell! I would kill me! Brian sighed and slowly got up off the ground, figuring that he should 'clean up' his cell, but when he reached his full height, his head swam and he had to use the wall to steady himself before he fell over. What the hell? He was sure he didn't hit his head during the fight, so a concussion wasn't possible. They didn't really hit him all that hard, and the cuts he received were shallow…nothing could explain why he was suddenly seeing double. "I'm thinkin' too much." He mumbled to himself, not really capable of thinking of a sound excuse. I need rest, that's all. He told himself as he dragged his unwanted cellmates out into the hall for the guards to find in the morning.

~.~

The morning brought some relief; he could finally see straight, but the downfall was a brutal headache that was just behind his eyes-oh his eyes, they were sensitive as hell. Every bit of light he came into contact with made him squint and shield them from the offending source. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he had a hangover, but he's been in prison where there is absolutely no alcohol, not even in the doctor's office. I just need to sleep in an actual bed… and maybe some Tylenol.

True to his word, Stasiak was there to pick him up at 9am sharp. There was hardly any talk when he arrived, and in the car…and when they arrived at the airport, but just as Brian was about to exit the car, Stasiak broke. "I hope it was worth it." He said, with as much sincerity as only he could muster.

Brian sighed, causing his vision to flash white for a brief moment before his sight returned, and gave Stasiak and small smile, hoping it didn't come out as a grimace. "More than you know." He said back; his own way of saying thanks…and now that he looked at Stasiak, it was also a way to say sorry for his nose-again.

"You ever think about giving up this life? You've got a kid now…" Stasiak trailed off, knowing Brian got what he was saying.

Brian looked back at him, and he guessed Stasiak was expecting him to be angry because he was tense and ready to fight, but Brian just sighed again and shook his head. "Tried that and this is where it got me."

"Well, get some beauty sleep then, you look like shit and I want you looking nice and pretty when I catch you for real." Stasiak tried to joke, but as he looked closer at Brian, he saw dark circles forming under his eyes and his face looked a little more sunken than how it looked yesterday. Guess just one day in prison really can change a person.

Brian scoffed but smiled anyway. "Ya, right, well, thanks for your concern," His voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'll be seein' you, Stasiak." Brian slowly got out of the car, dropping the handcuffs in the passenger seat before climbing up the steps to the plane to head back to London and to his family.

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The plane ride did not help one bit to ease the pain that was emanating from behind his eyes, in fact, it increased it and it was now traveling throughout his whole skull, banging drums as it went. Speaking of drums, his ears felt as if they were underwater, and every sound was a dull echo. It's probably just the altitude, they'll pop after a while…Brian tried to reassure himself as he traveled through the airport and to the street and around the block where he left his car. Maybe a drive will help. It couldn't possibly make it worse…

When he reached his car, he threw his bag into the back seat and got in the front, immediately starting the engine. It wasn't the sound he normally loved of his Skyline, but it was still a beautiful sound of a beautiful engine. Well, it would have been beautiful if it didn't spike his headache. Brian immediately turned the engine off, resting his head on the steering wheel. "What the hell?" He murmured as he slowly lifted his hand to start the engine again, hoping it'll take pity on him and be quieter, but of course, the car didn't hear his prayers. It started just as loud, or maybe even louder, but either way his head did not appreciate the assault. Brian lifted his head and decided to rest once he got back to their make shift headquarters.

But as he drove, it seemed as though his vision was worsening as well as his headache, and he had no idea what could be the cause of it. He swerved so many times on the road; he was surprised he hadn't been pulled over for drunk driving.

Brian let out a sigh of relief when he finally made it to the HQ, knowing that if he had to continue to drive, he wouldn't have been able to; he would have crashed from not being able to see properly, or fallen asleep at the wheel because his eyelids were so heavy. He parked the car on the street and slowly headed for the elevator, his feet dragging as he pinched the bridge of his nose to get rid of the ever growing headache, but seeing as it wasn't going away anytime soon, he wiped a hand down his face and tried to appear as normal as possible, not needing to take attention away from the mission.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Brian put on the biggest smile he could muster, and he saw everyone heading his way with their bags. "You son of a bitch!" Rome exclaimed as he dropped his bags and headed over to Brian. "You made it!" They clasped each other's hands and embraced, Brian trying not to wince at Rome's loud voice, before he took Tej's hand.

"Sup man?" Tej said as they embraced too. "Good to see you."

Brian smiled, or tried to, as he looked at everyone. "Good to see you too…so what's goin' on then?" He asked.

"Finally figured out their hittin' an army base in Spain," Tej explained, "Border patrol ID'd Shaw and his men crossing through last night."

Han and Gisele walked up to them too, Han giving more information as he took Brian's hand, "Hobb's and Riley went to lock down the base. They're gonna meet us there."

Brian just nodded, his head pounding and the blood pumping through his brain almost drowning out what they were saying. "Hey, you alright, Brian?" Gisele asked, as she noticed the sudden pinch in his brow.

"Hm?" Brian looked up and saw all of them looking at him with concern. "Huh? Oh, ya, no, it's just the jet lag. Where's Dom?" He questioned, trying to deter the conversation. There were passing glances amongst the crew, but Gisele answered anyway.

"He wasn't leave without you." She said, softly, pointing behind them where Dom was standing by his car.

Brian nodded and headed over there, noticing the dark expression on Dom's face. This was all his fault. If he hadn't been some cocky FBI agent…no, if he hadn't even been a cop to start with, none of this would have happened…He didn't want to get to close, so he stopped a few feet away and lowered his head; one because he was slightly ashamed at himself, and the other to lessen the light that went into his eyes. "I found out what happened to Letty." He announced, looking up at Dom. Dom looked at him and got up from where he was leaning against the car. "It's all my fault." Brian continued.

Dom looked at Brian, but not with hate or anger, he just looked at him as he always did, like he was family, his brother. "Brian," He started, "Whatever you found out, that's for you; what we're 'bout to do now, is for her." He said sincerely.

Brian just nodded, which was a bad idea as it made the world tilt to one side. Brian quickly caught himself on the car next to him and waited until the world went back to how it was supposed to. He didn't even notice when Dom came up next to him, or how he was calling his name, until he looked up into piercing, concerned, brown eyes. "I'm alright. I'm alright." He muttered, thankful that the rest of the crew had left.

Dom looked at him skeptically. "Bri, you just almost face planted into the car, you're not alright. What's wrong?" He asked as he helped Brian stand up straight before pushing him to sit on the car.

But Brian waved him off. "I'm fine, just the jet lag mixed with a headache. Nothing I can't handle. Now, come on, we've got a job to do." He brushed past Dom and headed toward the elevator, but he could still feel Dom's calculating glare on his back.

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"I just got word. They caught one of Shaw's men at the base." Tej announced as he came around from behind a stack of military equipment, that they were sharing space with in the aircraft carrier they were flying in. "It's time."

They all nodded, but something about this situation seemed off to Brian. The things that Braga had said to him in his cell, and even though his brain felt like it was frying in his head, he could still get some coherent thoughts through. "Somethin's not right." Brian mumbled, getting the attention of the crew. "He wanted us to find that guy." If he could, he would have gotten up and started pacing, but his legs refused to move, so he stayed where he was, leaning against his car, Dom right next to him, continuing with his worried glances, but when Brian spoke, understanding came through. "Think about it, Interpol," He pointed to Tej, then pointed to Dom next to him, "You're face to face with him." The crew began to gather around him, and he wasn't appreciating all the heat that it was giving him, he was hot enough already.

"Brian, so what are you saying?" Rome asked tiredly.

Brian looked up at all of them, trying to cover up the sweat on his brow by running a hand down his face, as if trying to rid himself of sleep, which in a way he was. "Braga said, 'only way to get near Shaw, is if he wants you to'." He glanced at Dom, who seemed to get what he was saying.

"Tej!" He called and looked over at the techy, "Where's that component?"

Tej looked over at Dom, a semi look of understanding crossing his face. "They're movin' it to a secure location." He informed.

Dom looked around and saw all of the crew's faces, noticing that each of them were thinking the same thing. He last looked at Brian, who was glancing up at him through his lashes, smiling tiredly, almost grimacing. Dom's eyes flashed with worry, before they were back to their stoic expression. "Shaw's not hitting that base."

Brian shook his head, "He's hittin' the convoy."

Those words alone sparked something in the crew and they all went into action, except Dom, who immediately put a hand on Brian's arm to stop him from getting up.

He waited until everyone else was a good distance away before he spoke. "I want you to sit this one out, Bri."

Brian looked wide-eyed at Dom and shook his head. "No way, Dom, like hell I'm sittin' out on this. This is Letty, Dom, and it's my fault she's like this in the first place." He said, with more strength than he felt at the moment.

Dom glared at Brian as he stood up, standing slightly taller than him, and getting in his face, showing his alpha authority. "You can hardly stand, let alone drive, Brian, and I don't want you out there and slowing us down. You're givin' off heat, and I know that's no headache. Somethin's wrong, and you're not telling me; so either you don't drive, or you tell me, and maybe I'll let you sit shotgun." He demanded, noting the glazed look in Brian's eyes.

Brian was tired, and hot, and irritated, so having Dom get in his face like this, was like the first time they met all over again. Brian squared his shoulders before getting in Dom's face. "I'm fine to drive, and if you try to stop me, I'll just find another way to get down there, even if it kills me, because like you said, Dom, you don't leave family. Letty's my family too, and I'm not leavin'. You need me out there, no matter how much you think you don't, because without me, there's only two drivers, and that's not a good number to play on, especially when dealing with Shaw. You know I'm right, and you know that if I thought I would slow you guys down, in any way, if I thought that I couldn't perform well enough and possibly get us killed, I wouldn't go out there, but I know I'm fine. If you want, after we get Letty back and stop Shaw, you can play doctor, but not now." Brian vented, his voice getting raspy toward the end. He walked away from Dom before anything else could be said, trying to stifle a cough, and headed toward the others, who had quickly looked away from them when Brian made his way over. They knew something was up, but for now it seemed to be between Brian and Dom, and you don't get in between a fight with those two- that was just asking for a death wish.