A/N: In the years since Ghost's death the crew has been through a lot therefore John/Brian is going to be a bit darker and slightly fucked off in the head. It won't really show up much until later but it will be hinted at in this chapter.

Chapter Three

Gordon was amused.

He'd seem the little looks Toretto had been sending his Johnny since they'd left Garza's hide out and he could tell exactly what was going through the idiot's mind. They thought Johnny was undercover again and had resigned themselves to saving him when Gordon inevitably found out.

Idiots.

Gordon knew more about his husband's past in law enforcement than Toretto could ever dream of and for them to think that he'd let a cop slip into his family and not know then marry said cop was hilarious.

"Johnny." He rumbled and the blonde glanced at him.

"Yes?"

"Your friends are idiots."

Toretto and his loud mouthed friends glared at him, insulted while Johnny snorted.

"Hey we can hear you, asshole!"

The loud-mouthed man yelled and Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Your point being?"

His blonde giggled slightly at the sarcasm in his voice and Toretto elbowed his friend roughly.

"Shut up, Vince."

Johnny rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat lazily. "Oh lighten up, guys. We're here."

Gordon glanced out the window and suppressed a groan.

"Johnny, they're all yours."

The blond blinked and glanced back the hideout.

"Wha- goddamnit! I said no explosives!"

Thin, wispy tendrils of smoke drifted from the building, a smoking car sitting in front of the building. Jesse and Jake stood in front of the building, with Toretto's crew staring at them incredulously. Gritting his teeth, the ex-cop parked the car and exited the car with his eye twitching slightly.

"Boys," He purred silkily and the "twins" froze.

"It was all him!"

"I told him you said no explosives but he didn't listen!"

"I don't care who did what, get rid of them. Now."

They glanced at each other, then nodded quickly and rushed to do as they were told. Moments later the smoke was gone and they were in front of him grinning brightly.

"Finished." They chorused and the blonde sighed in exasperation, his sky blue gaze moving to Toretto's crew, who were watching him with varying degrees of shock.

"Brian?" One, a short slim man with caramel skin and cropped dark hair whispered shocked and his love's smile dimmed slightly. "Leon, Tej."

Gordon fought back a glare. Him and the others could see how much being here was hurting their weapons specialist, despite the strong front he was wearing and he honestly didn't want to subject him to these…backstabbers any longer than necessary.

Unfortunately for him, it was an inevitability.

Brian was not happy.

Sure he was smiling, and making…semi-pleasant conversation with everyone but truthfully, he was hurt.

In the two days that had passed since they had rescued Dom and Vince from Garza not one of his former friends had even thought to come forward and apologize for the harsh words they'd yelled at him after Letty had died. Hell, he hadn't even received a thank you for saving Dom.

It was almost as if they thought he owed it to them.

His eyes narrowed and hardened into dangerous shards at the thought before he hid the look behind a slightly twisted smile.

Maybe it was time to show them just why he had become one of the most feared men in the underworld so quickly.

He tittered softly, startling Roman and Tej who exchanged a look and shivered.

Whatever their friend was planning they could only hope it didn't involve them.

"There are new players in the game, sir."

Customs agent Luke Hobbs frowned as he examined the room around them for evidence on how exactly Toretto had escaped Garza. They'd been tracking the criminal since O'Conner had left the group five years prior gathering evidence against the man. They hadn't found much but he held out hope of bringing him back to the States to face his crimes.

New players did not fit into that plan.

New players were unknown variables and brought about an unpredictability that left him reeling. He couldn't control them and make sure he still got results.

He looked down the cool corpses lying on the floor and he frowned.

Now if only he could figure out who exactly the newcomers were…

Confusion.

It was an emotion anyone associated with either Brian O'Connor or John Rahway felt in spades.

As he stared at the scene in front of him, Dom could feel that confusion worsening.

Brian sat at a small round table, surrounded by weapons of all sizes, taking apart and cleaning each one with an efficiency that he was sure he hadn't had five years prior. To his right, a map lay open and it was covered in red markings.

It was the first time since his arrival only four days previous that Dom had seen him without Cozier or one of those "twins" by his side. The three aforementioned men had disappeared in an errand at dawn and had warned that they would be back before sun set. What had him confused, was the dynamics in their group.

Cozier was obviously the leader. He held this confident authority over his group who knew what he wanted them to do without him even speaking.

Then there were Jesse and Jake who acted as the "children" of the group.

Then there was Brian, who was using the alias John Rahway for his assignment.

That was another thing confusing him.

He couldn't seem to figure out who his former friend was undercover for. Hell, he could see why he'd been fooled the first time around. The busta's acting was so good that is he hadn't suspected it he probably would've actually believed he was truly John Rahway.

"Are you gonna speak?"

He jolted and looked down at the blond, whose glacial eyes were full of annoyance and cool amusement.

He scowled.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, Brian? I don't know who you're undercover for but you gotta get out. Cozier isn't someone to fuck with."

To his surprise, Brian gave a soft laugh, a darkness he'd never seen before dancing in his eyes.

"Dom," He cooed and the racer shivered. Why did Brian's voice sound so sinister? Just what had happened while he was away? "Do me a favor. Stay out of my personal life."

"Kid, we care about you! You're family. I don't wanna see you killed because you tried to take on a man who is quite possibly the world's greatest criminal."

The blond tittered, running a slim finger over the dagger he'd been cleaning. Then a voice, the voice Dom had dreaded overhearing this conversation, sounded just over his shoulder, low, deep, and impassive.

"Johnny," It rumbled. "Is there something going on that I should know about?"

Something flashed in Brian's eyes before they widened just slightly.

"Well, it seems you've caught me. I an undercover agent Brian O'Connor…and I work for U.S customs."

Dom froze and stared at the kid wide-eyed, feeling his heart break as a gun cocked behind him. This was it.

Brian was going to die.

He swallowed thickly and tensed, then as if by signal, a single gunshot sounded…and Dom's world shattered.

TBC…

A/N: I feel so evil leaving you guys hanging…

Tell me what you think. Was I too harsh with the gang? Not harsh enough?