A/N: This ended up a bit bashy toward Dom and the crew. That was not my intention, however they do get better.

Disclaimer: Don't Own.

Chapter two

"Are you sure this is where he'll be?"

Roman gritted his teeth as Mia Toretto asked the question for the hundredth time, trying to keep himself from snapping at the woman. Of all the people in the Toretto gang she had been the one he had expected to stand by Brian and he had been sorely disappointed to learn that she too blamed his brother for the death of Letty. In fact he had been shocked when she had called the garage demanding to speak to Brian and outraged when he found out why.

Now they were standing at a private airstrip just outside Rio, waiting to meet up with him and the woman kept asking the same question as if she doubted his brother's word when really he was hoping the blond wouldn't show up. Let Toretto and his crew fend for themselves.

"He'll be here." He replied firmly and she sent him a look but nodded reluctantly. Only a moment later a plane touched down on the strip and Roman grinned. The staircase lowered and Brian appeared at the top followed by three others.

The first man, Gordon, if he remembered correctly, was about 6'3 with dark skin, short cropped dark hair, and harsh gunmetal grey eyes that hardened as they landed on Mia. He wore a fine tailored black suit and tie with a violet dress shirt, a thick gold band on his ring finger.

The second was a caramel skinned man with short curly hair and boyish features. He wore a pair of tailored black slacks and a white T-shirt under a blue blazer. He sent Rome a bright smile only matched by that of the other light skinned man beside him. The other had dark hair shaved close to his scalp and a neatly trimmed goatee that aged his boyish features by a few years. He wore the same thing his brother wore only his blazer was black. Jesse and Jake, the devil twins as Brian called them.

Brian and returned his grin, bypassing Mia completely to hug him. Hugging him back twice as hard, Roman pulled back and took a moment to observe the changes in his brother. The first thing he noted was the hair. It was back to the long shoulder-length curls he remembered from when they were teenagers, pulled back neatly at the nape of his neck. Next he noticed the form-fitting Armani suit hugging his brother's slim form and the two gold rings around his ring finger. The most noticeable change, however, was his eyes. They weren't the desolate, heartbroken grey they'd been the night he left. No, they were a vivid ocean blue, full of life and love and a warmth he had never seen in them before.

He smiled and sent Toretto a triumphant smirk.

"Told ya he'd be here."

The blond snorted. "Jesse and Jake are gonna head back with you and Mia. Me and G are gonna go get Dom and Vince."

Mia frowned. "You don't have a car." She pointed out and Jake and Jesse snickered while Gordon smirked.

"Mom always has a car." They chorused and Brian nodded towards the plane where the pilot was removing a silver Mitsubishi Evo, complete with dark tinted windows and a royal blue trim, from the plane. The car pulled up beside them and Roman whistled lowly.

"Damn, bro. Spoiled much."

His brother merely smirked then turned to his crew. "Jesse, Jake. Behave."

The two men smiled innocently. "Yes, mother."

"I'm coming with you." Mia interrupted and Brian raised an eyebrow. "Why so you can die and I can be blamed for that too? No, G and I will take care of it."

"Brian-"

"No, Mia. You want my help, it goes my way. Now, go back to your hide out so I can get your brother and your idiot husband. G."

Gordon nodded to the unspoken question and sent the twins a look that just screamed 'listen to your mother', then climbed into the passenger seat of the car.

Mia glared at the Busta, but a hand on her shoulder, curtesy of Rome silenced her. Brian gifted his brother with a grateful smile and climbed into the car.

"See you in an hour. Jesse, Jake you know what to do."

Jesse smirked, while his brother grinned.

"Yep. We'll have everything ready by the time you get back."

"No explosives."

Roman raised an eyebrow at the command.

"Explosives?"

Brian shook his head and didn't respond. Instead, he revved his car, nodded at them then took off.

Roman turned to the devil twins.

"Seriously, though. Explosives?"

They smiled innocently.

Dom was pissed.

No, scratch that he was furious!

Vince's contact had given them information about a train full of cars that they could boost, however when they had gone to rob the train, they had been ambushed. Now, he and Vince were strung up in some asshole's basement, trying to figure out how to escape.

"You two stirred up quite a bit of trouble today." Their captor purred, circling them predatorily. Vince sneered at him.

"Sorry 'bout that." He snarked sarcastically and Dom almost groaned, wishing he'd just keep his mouth shut.

A short, mirthless chuckle left the man in front of them.

"What a mouthy one. Maybe you should be silenced."

"I totally agree." A soft, icy voice agreed and their captor turned.

Behind him stood two men.

The first, the speaker, was a slender blonde man with striking blue eyes and full lips curled into a dark smile.

The second was a tall dark skinned man, whose stoic expression seemed to make his steel grey eyes gleam eerily in the dimly lit room.

Vince let out a low curse, and Dom froze both o their eyes locked on the first man with varying degrees of shock.

"Who are you?"

The blonde hmmed softly.

"Just your friendly neighborhood thief. You see I don't like when people touch my things, and you, Darling are doing just that?"

"Ah, so you're here for Toretto?"

"Yes. Will we be having any problems, Johnathan Garza?"

Garza snorted, his beady black eyes flashing.

"What makes you think I'll just let you take them, Kid? What can you do against me?"

A slow, dark smirk crossed the younger male's pretty face.

"I'll take them."

He replied and with nary a glance to his partner, he attacked.

Moments later, their captor and his men lay dead at his feet and the dark-skinned man that had accompanied him was releasing them from their shackles.

"What the hell are you doing here, Busta?"

Vince sneered, and Brian's friend snorted.

"Lovely friends ya got here, Johnny."

He rumbled, his low baritone startling them.

The blond let out a quiet chuckle, joining the man. Dom frowned. So the busta was up to his old tricks then? For who? The Fbi? The police? No matter, he wouldn't let the blond harm his family again, he'd already done that once.

"How did you know we were here?" He asked and Brian rolled his eyes.

"Mia had Rome call me. Said you were in some trouble and here I am."

Vince scowled.

"Why couldn't Roman, or Tej, or Leon come?"

The former officer shrugged and his companion rolled his eyes.

"Are you done asking stupid questions? If so I'd like to get to your hide out, preferably before my boys do something stupid."

"Who the hell are you?" Vince snapped.

"Gordon Cozier."

"The thief?" Dom questioned blinking.

He'd heard of the man, in fact he was damn near a legend when Dom had been sent to Lompoc. Everyone was talking about how amazing he was because he always got away with his crimes. Even if the cops knew for sure that he'd done it, they were never able to find a way to make them stick. He was renowned for being absolutely ruthless and his team was one of the best Dom had ever heard of. Brian had to be suicidal if he was going after this guy.

Cozier snorted.

"Indeed. Now can we go or not?"

Dom pursed his lips, trying with his eyes to encourage his former friend that he should abort whatever mission he was on only to receive an amused look.

He sighed, resigning himself to lift the boy out when things went to shit. After all, while he was still upset with the blond for letting Letty go under cover, he knew that he wasn't directly responsible for her death. He wasn't gonna let the kid kill himself trying to take out one of the best criminals in the world.

"Lead the way."

TBC…