Authoress' Notes: Well I hadn't planning on finishing the second part so fast, but I did. Thank you, thank you for all the review, favs and alerts. It's so cool to see that many hits to your work and 10 reviews right off the bat. It's super inspiring. Keeping the time-zones accurate is frying out my brain. But it's so worth it to put out an accurate tale. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this next part.

Ticket To Berlin: Part Two

Berlin, Germany: 6:00am (Saturday)

Brigham Collins was not a man that settled. He was bright, ambitious and constantly looking for the next opportunity to advance himself. The military heist had been very successful and for a moment he was happy. He looked over the files from the stolen black box. There was a lot of useful information here, most of which he would sell. The weapon's stashes, the leads on terrorists and the bio-weapon research: it would all be sold off to the highest bidder. The red file marked "Witness," was the only one his client was interested in. Collins held the file for a moment, before setting it down on his desk. He tapped his I-pad and opened up the video of his personal shower. He watched Leticia Ortiz strip down and climb into his shower. There was too much steam for his taste, but the shadowed images still made him smile. He simply could not get enough of her, even if though she was nothing but trouble.

Collins tightened his grip on his drinking glass as Drake recounted what Letty had asked him to do. "Did you do it?"

"No." Drake shook his head. "I'm not really fond of bullets and I'm pretty sure one might end up in my forehead if I helped her."

Collins nodded, "Smart man. I'm going to have to tell her that I killed you."

"As long as I'm not really dead, I don't care." Drake held up his hands in surrender.

"I don't know what the bloody hell she was thinking. Even with everything I have hanging over her head, she's still resistant." He paced around the room and growled, "What is that fucker going to do for her in jail?"

Drake cleared his throat nervously. "That's not… um...I mean…"

"Spit it out."

The nervous computer programmer flipped on the tv on the wall and the image of a bus crash appeared on the screen. "…escape in broad daylight. Amazingly there were no fatalities. The only prisoner that escaped was Dom Toretto. Apparently it was organized by Mia Toretto, his sister and former FBI Brian O'Conner, who was a decorated agent." The newscaster continued to report the details.

Drake waiting for Collins to go ape-shit, but he was very calm, in fact he was smiling.

"Drake?"

This was it. The boss was going to snap like a twig and he was going to be the first casualty. Why does the geek always die first? He thought miserably, before squeaking out a quiet, "Yes?"

"How hard would it be to put different audio over this clip?"

He wasn't expecting that, but data he could work with. Drake analyzed what was in front of him before answering confidently. "Not hard. I could have something ready in like a half hour or so."

"Convincing? It would need to be very realistic." Collins tapped his chin. "I think we could change her attitude by killing her family."

"Yeah, it wouldn't be very hard. As long as she doesn't know what the reporter sounds like. I mean, I'd just dub it and make sure her mouth matches the new dialogue. About thirty-seconds or so, this way the clip has the wreckage in the background."

"You can't just show it her." Came the female voice from the back of the room.

"Hannah, when did you get back in?" Collins grinned at his younger cousin.

"This morning." She flopped into the leather chair next to him, "Her psych profile screams distrust and disgust with authority. You set her in front of the tv and, show her, his," She motioned to Drake and continued, "little charade and she won't believe it."

"You have a better suggestion?"

Hannah looked at Drake, "You can program the DVR to look live, right?"

"That's easy." He shrugged.

Hannah looked at Collins, "You need to talk to her about something else and turn on the tv, just flip through the channels showing the footage, and when you notice that she's paying attention to it, stop on his little clip. Once it plays, kill the power and explain to her that she's all alone."

"That sounds too easy." Collins shook his head.

Hannah laughed, "It's all about the psyche and trust me, six years at Browning University, have made me something of an expert."

Collins smiled. Hannah had certainly made the right call. Letty was by no means broken, but she was much easier to control without the thought of Dominic Toretto coming to her rescue.

His phone rang and he answered it. "I have what you asked for. Oh really? I'm sure we could handle that for you as well. It'll be a pleasure. I'll see you for tea at two o'clock tomorrow."

L.A., California: 9:15pm (Friday)

Agent Sophie Trinh was finishing the last report in the stack that had been unceremoniously dumped on her desk. She rubbed her eyes and reached for her coffee cup, but it was empty. "That's it. I am done." She announced to the nearly unoccupied bullpen. She stood up and stretched before she turned to leave.

The computer beeped, drawing her attention back to the screen. There had been a hit to one of the searches that she had running on the computer. She didn't recognize the code immediately, so this must be an older case. She opened the alert, but didn't sit down. The tagline of the search read: "Toretto associates – search requested by Agent Brian O'Conner."

She sighed and almost deleted the alert on reflex, but something stopped her. Maybe it was just foolish curiosity, but she hit the download button. The information appeared on the screen. This was a case to case hit on a set of fingerprints, which had just been entered into a German database. Sophie scrolled down the document and her jaw dropped open. She flopped down into her chair and pulled open the other case these prints were associated with. She narrowed her tired eyes at the screen in disbelief. The prints were perfect match to Leticia Ortiz, the informant that had been murdered during the Braga case.

Sophie also noticed she wasn't the only agent, who had been sent this match. The other agent was based out of Miami: Agent Monica Fuentes.

Berlin, Germany: 6:30am (Saturday)

Letty's "room" as it was known was a hotel suite for now. She actually lived in a small flat that Collins owned in London, where he ran his normal operations from. This heist in Germany had been a special order from someone that he'd owed a favor to. The goon that drove her 'home' walked her right to the door and unlocked it.

Another one of Collins men was sitting on the couch, when she walked in.

Hans stood up, "So you lived?"

"Yeah, get out." She snipped at him. She was intentionally rude to Hans; he wasn't such a bad guy. In fact she was fairly certain that if Hans were ordered to kill her that he would hesitate. If she didn't have any allies in this hell-hole she could certainly use some non-enemies. The two men left her suite and she listened to them lock her inside.

She pulled the little cash she'd been allowed to keep out of her sock and counted it. She did the math in her head and figured that she had just shy of five grand, including what she had hiding in a cereal box at home. There wasn't enough there yet. She sighed heavily, god how she missed…

There was a ruckus from the bedroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. She paced down the hallway and opened her door to be greeting by an angry baby cry.

"Hey AJ, what wrong, little man?" Letty picked up her three-month-old son and cradled him against her chest.

Leticia Ortiz did not cry, she did not beg and certainly did not plead with anyone. When Dom had left her in the Dominican Republic, she hadn't cried. When she had woken up alone in the bungalow they'd been staying in and she had seen the money and his cross, she hadn't gone into mourning.

She had however gotten angry at the man's infuriating behavior; she had gotten so angry that she had become nauseated. It had occurred to her, quite suddenly, that she was about to throw-up for real. She had pitched herself out of bed and made it to the toilet just in time to throw up the left over liquor in her stomach. She had sat on the floor for a few minutes, gathering her senses. She had realized, at the time, that she didn't get sick when she got angry. It had occurred to her that this might be another problem entirely. When her suspicions were confirmed, she hadn't pleaded to the gods to fix her situation.

Letty had called Han and demanded the man tell her where Dom was heading, but Han hadn't been able to tell her. No one had known where Dom was. Since, she hadn't been able find Dom, Letty had decided that she would go home. When she had run into Brian, and he explained his plan to take down a drug cartel and what could mean for her and Dom.

Letty had begged. It was the last time that Letty had begged. Letty had begged to be a part of it, not because she wanted to help Brian, but because it would bring Dom back to her.

When things had gone south, she had run. There had been real fear when the gunshots started and there had been real pain when her car flipped. She had lain on the warm, wet pavement and tears had sprung to her eyes.

The last time she had cried was when Mia told her that Jesse was dead.

Leticia Ortiz cried silently as Fenix approached her. As he lowered his gun towards her, her eyes were begging him not to pull the trigger. When he cocked the hammer back, a plea ripped out of her. "Please, don't kill me. I'm pregnant! I'll do whatever you want, I'm begging you! Please!"

Letty rocked in the rocking chair with a blanket over her torso, while she fed AJ. She patted his back softly and flipped on the tv.

"There was a daring robbery of a military convoy early this morning in Germany." The broadcaster from BBC reported. "It's unclear what was taken and the German military is not commenting except to say that they will welcome the help of any agency willing to assist them. In response: famed American fugitive hunter, DEA Hobbs, has offered his services to the German military and he may already have a lead. Apparently one set of fingerprints found on one of the trucks, belongs to an American fugitive. Here's what he had to say:"

Letty turned up the volume up a little.

The screen flashed a picture of man with dark eyes, a bald head and a goatee. "I will not identify the name of the fugitive, but rest assured that I will find this person. The capture of this person, will ultimately lead me to those responsible for robbery of the Rio police station six months ago."

The report was once again front and center on the screen, "A daring statement from Hobbs, since there have been no suspects named in that robbery."

Letty turned off the television and tossed the remote across the room. "Coulda said my fucking name you dick-head." She growled, before switching AJ to her shoulder to burp him. "Little man, I'm afraid that you and me are gonna die in a room like this. And no one's ever gonna know."

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