Authoress Notes: Thank you so much for all the reviews. I so appreciate all of the support. I hope you enjoy this part as well. I didn't get to edit as much as I like – but hopefully it isn't too awful grammatically.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and the characters are not mine. This story is purely for entertainment purposes.

Crossing Lines: Part Three

Jenny cleared her throat and looked at Dom, "She'll be a year in five days. She's talking, eating some solid foods…um."

Mia leaned against Brian for support and he wrapped his arm around her waist. They both starred at Dom, Jenny and little Sofia; awaiting the reaction from father to daughter.

"Can I hold her?" Dom drew an unsteady breath and reached out for Sofia.

Jenny handed the child over, "Of course." She smiled as Sofia leaned against Dom and pressed her tiny hands against his chest.

Sofia smacked her lips together loudly announced, "Luv. Kiss! Kiss!"

Dom looked uncertainly at Sofia then at Jenny, who nodded encouragingly back at him. Dom kissed the top of Sofia's head and breathed in the soft scent of her hair. He was lightheaded; he just needed to think. God, he and Letty had never even discussed kids.

"Do you need a moment alone?" Jenny offered as if reading his mind.

Dom nodded and adjusted his hold on Sofia.

Jenny pointed out of the gallery, "Up the stairs to your right, her nursery is the third door on the left, its open."

Dom walked out of room and Mia chocked back a sob.

Brian looked down at Mia concerned, "Are you okay?"

"I just don't understand why Letty wouldn't have told me." She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I mean why leave her baby here?"

"She was worried about someone following her." Jenny offered. "She called from different phone numbers all the time, she spoke in a code she made up. The first few times she called, I didn't even know what she was talking about. One day about a week after she left, I got a laptop in the mail with recorded messages. Letty recoded herself and explained the code, so I could communicate with her."

"Who did she think was following her?" Brian asked.

"I don't know. She never said, but she was always looking over her shoulder. I assumed it was cops she was worried about." Jenny frowned and turned her head towards running footsteps that echoed down the hallway.

"Mom? Are you here?" A young boy's voice called out.

"I'm in the gallery, Morgan." Jenny answered back.

The six-year old skidded into the gallery; he had Jenny's bright green eyes, but a full head of strawberry-blond hair. His clothes and face were covered in dirt and grime, "Hola, Senor, and Senorita."

Mia and Brian both smiled down at him.

Jenny knelt in front of Morgan. "Hey Hero, these are friends of Aunt Letty. This is Mia and…"

"Brian." He offered quickly.

"Cool." Morgan grinned, "Is she here? I've really missed her."

"Hey." Jenny hugged him tightly, "She's not here yet. We'll talk about it later, okay? I need you to go upstairs, get your clothes changed and wash your hands and face for dinner."

"Okay, Momma." Morgan turned on his heel and raced out of the room.

Jenny looked at the younger couple in front of her, "I'll tell him tonight. I promise."

.:.

Dom Toretto could remember being afraid, but he was younger and smaller in those memories. Now he was holding his tiny daughter and he couldn't ever remember being so scared. He walked into the nursery and looked around the room painted to look like a rainforest.

Sofia squealed in excitement and pushed against him. "Down. Down."

He set her carefully on her feet, not sure if she could walk or not, he held onto her tiny hands.

Sofia wobbled for moment before straining against this hold. "I can. I can. Go. I can go." She insisted, proving herself as Dom let go, she raced across the room confidently.

Dom looked next to the crib and found a framed picture of Letty with Sofia in her arms. There was a button on the bottom of the frame, Dom pushed it and heard Letty's voice.

"Sofia, Mami loves you very much."

"Luv you, Mami." Sofia echoed looking up the frame he was holding. "Lull-by." She tugged on his pants. "Lull-by."

Dom didn't know what to do; he set the photo frame down and brushed the button again accidently.

Letty's low voice came out of the frame again, this time singing softly, "Rock a bye, little Sofie, in mami's car."

Dom dropped into the rocking chair, his heart breaking.

"We'll go so fast and We'll go so far."

"Up." Sofia was standing in front of Dom, a red-plushy car in her arms. "Pwease. Up."

"Soon we'll find papi."

Dom lifted her up and settled her in his lap. He kissed the top of Sofia's head again and held his baby closer. "I found her, Letty. I found her." He whispered quietly, his voice cracking with emotion.

"And then we can be. Forever and ever a happy family."

Tears rolled down Dom's cheeks as the recording played a second and third verse. How could he have been so stupid to leave her? He had left her when she had needed him the most. He had been so stupid. He'd cost Sofia her mother. "I love you, Sofia." He choked down a sob as more tears sprang to his eyes. "I'm sorry, Let. I'll take care of her. I promise."

.:.

"How did you meet her?" Mia asked quietly. She and Brian were sitting at the kitchen table, as Jenny cooked dinner for them and her son.

"Oh, that's a good story, actually." Jenny smiled and chopped up another green pepper. "I met her on the beach. I was looking for a model I had hired for series of paintings. I just needed a Hispanic girl, long hair, dark eyes, not too tall and with curve. I hired someone without experience and paid for a beach front room."

"You thought Letty was a model?" Brian snorted.

"Brian." Mia elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"Ouch. I mean come on. She wasn't the painted nails and make-up type." Brian defended himself.

Jenny laughed and threw the chopped vegetables into the heating pan. "Oh this gets better. I get this girl here from the US and I call to check on her. She starts bitching at me that the room's not nice enough and that I'm not paying her enough. I growl that for paid hotel room with meals and a hundred and fifty dollars an hour ain't bad for an unknown."

"A hundred and fifty dollars an hour!" Brian's jaw dropped.

"Oh that's nothing. Professionals get paid a lot more. Anyway, I see Letty, coming out of this room on the beach, I think it's the one that I paid for. So I tell her, that being paid to sit on the beach and enjoy a vacation is worth the five-hundred or so dollars I am planning on paying her for a few hours of work."

"What did she say?" Mia arched her eyebrow.

"She told me she wasn't a hooker and to flip off. In certain other terms I won't repeat. After I realized who she wasn't I offered her the job and she accepted."

Brian looked around at the super-clean house. "How did you convince her to stay?"

"I didn't; she asked." Jenny threw the chicken pieces into the pan with the vegetables. "We got to talking one night about secrets and I told her about what had happened with my husband in Seattle. She said she needed a place to hide and have the baby, until she figured out a way to get Dom home again. Can I ask you a question, Mia?"

"Sure."

"Letty mentioned that Sofia was a family name, but Sunset I never understood."

Mia laughed through forming tears. "Sofia was Dom and my mother's name. Sunset, would have been the first race she won. It was on Sunset Boulevard in a…"

"Red SS Camaro." Dom finished as he walked down the stairs with Sofia in his arms. "I think she's hungry."

"Probably, you can put her in her high chair over there in the corner." Jenny pointed and opened the fridge door, "Sofia, do you want juice or water?"

"Aw-gua!" She hollered as Dom tried to clip the tray in front of her.

"Um." He looked back at Jenny, "Not sure about this thing."

Jenny smiled and walked over to them. She handed Sofia the Sippy-cup full of water and motioned for her to raise her arms up. After Sofia copied her motion, Jenny pointed out the clips on the side of the chair to Dom, and then snapped the tray into place.

He nodded in understanding and sat down in the chair closest to his daughter.

Mia moved into the chair on the other side of Sofia and touched the side of the little girl's face. "She's got Letty's eyes, but that hair, it makes her look like momma, don't ya think?"

Dom nodded. "Sofia's a good name for her. When did she start walking?"

"Nine months and it was never really a walk. It was more of a wobbly run from the get-go. I don't think she has a slow speed." Jenny pulled a baby plate out of the cabinet and set it on the counter.

"Get's that from her mom." Dom smiled at the little girl who was showing off her Sippy-cup to him. "Yeah, I see that."

"I can't believe Letty died before she walked. She'd have loved to known that Sofia started moving in high gear." Mia shook her head and nodded to Sofia, "Yes, I see your cup. I'm your Aunt Mia."

"She didn't." Jenny shook her head from kitchen and put a small portion of food on Sofia's plate. "I told Letty that she was walking."

Mia looked confused. "No, you couldn't have. You said her birthday is this month."

"Yes, I did. And her birthday is the tenth of this month." Jenny supplied. "What is the problem?"

"You said she walked at nine months. Nine months would have been April."

Jenny nodded slowly, "Yes, she started walking three days before the last call I got from Letty on April 6th."

Mia looked at Dom, then at Brian. "Jenny that's not possible. We buried Letty, March 18th. She was murdered on 16th of the month; I indentified her body that night."

"No. I spoke with her on April 6th. I know her voice. I got it on my backline, it was a Mexican number. She didn't make any sense she was talking about a restaurant, with five waiters, that they were sending and receiving food all day and all night. The last thing she said was to call Mia Toretto at the number I kept calling and that she would know how to find Dom and that he can help her."

Dom was already on his feet. "She's alive."