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Ticket To Berlin: Part Three

Azores Island: 5:00am (Saturday)

It was too fucking early for his phone to be going off. Brian O'Conner fumbled for the cell, as his very pregnant wife groaned angrily at the wake-up.

"Sorry, Baby." He apologized as he climbed out of bed. He flipped the phone open and answered it as he walked into the hallway, "Hello? Hello?" He glared at the screen and noticed that was just an alert to notify him of an e-mail.

He opened the alert and stared in disbelief at the account the alert was for: SpilnerUnderground(a)gmail. com. This was the one tie to his old life in the FBI that he'd dared to keep. That particular e-mail account had been used when he was undercover and only one other FBI agent knew it. Sophie Trinh had been his handler, when the plan to infiltrate Braga had originally come up, Brain was supposed to have gone himself. The Chief hadn't been wild about the plan, but Brian just couldn't stay away from that world.

"So how is this supposed to work exactly?" Sophie's voice wavered with anxiety through his earpiece.

Brian chuckled and revved the engine of his Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec II. "First it's helpful if you don't talk to me too much. I don't want these people think I'm crazy or worse wired."

"Wired is worse than crazy?"

"Wired means dead out here, besides you have to be a little crazy to bet ten grand on a quarter mile." Brian shook his head as he heard Trinh muttering and probably taking notes.

"So wait, where are you getting ten grand to bet?" She questioned.

"I'm only here to be seen. I need to find out more about what a drug lord is hiring street racers for."

"Got it. Let me know if you need backup."

He rolled his eyes, and eased the car around the corner. He smiled at the sight and sounds in front of him. Pitbull's party-rap sound was blasting out of the speakers of one of the supercharged cars. God it had been too long since he'd been around this many amazing cars, and the women weren't bad either. He parked in the line of cars and climbed out.

Brian was looking for a low-level guy, named Juvenal; he supposedly had a way to get in contact with Braga. He had stared at the kid's mug-shot for what felt like hours and he knew exactly what he looked like. But Juvenal wasn't the only person Brian was keeping a look out for, he was in L.A. and that could cause a lot of problems. He was also here without direct permission; his undercover mission status was still under review. He hoped Trinh didn't get in too much trouble helping him with this. He didn't see Hector's boys or anyone else that might blow his cover.

He felt the woman press herself against his back, and he might have smiled, if he hadn't recognized the low-voice and the threat it offered.

"Well if ain't the buster." Letty kept herself tight against O'Conner; she wanted it to look like she was getting friendly not trying to kill him. "What's a pig doing here?"

"Letty. Don't."

"You think you're in any position to order me around? Look where you are. One word and they all find out." She patted down his jeans and slid the gun out from the small of his back. She put it in her own pocket. "L.A.P.D. must be pretty bored to send you back out here for street racers."

"I'm FBI now and I could care less about the racing. I'm interested in the drivers that are getting hired to drive for a drug dealer, named Braga." Brian was trying to figure out how get his gun back from her without causing world war three.

"You're looking for Juvenal."

Brian's jaw dropped open, "Letty, if you know this guy; it could really help me with my case."

Letty scoffed, "I don't give a fuck about your case. Why should I?"

"Taking down a drug cartel means a lot of rewards… this is kind of case that gets records wiped clean." Brain was of course referring to his own record: letting Dom go and Miami in general, but he heard Letty draw a sharp breath.

She forced him to turn around and looked him dead in the eye, "I know Juvenal. I'll get the information for you."

He was certain that he was hallucinating. There was no way the Letty had just flipped 180 degrees in a heartbeat. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. Why would you be so willing to help me all of a sudden?"

"Dom." Letty informed him and slipped his gun back under his shirt by wrapping her arms around him. "You talk to the Feds. If they'll clear Dom; then I'll tie a fucking bow on this guy's head and leave him on the doorstep."

She pulled back and wrote her number on his hand.

"Letty, this might be dangerous."

She let out a short laugh, "Ride or Die, man. Ride or Die. Call me when you're ready." She strutted away and disappeared into the crowd.

Brian ran his hand over his head and sighed in relief.

"Um Brain?" Sophie's voice piped back into his ear. "Who was that?"

"Our new informant. Tell the Chief that I need to see him first thing in the morning."

He hesitated as he opened his laptop. He didn't think that Trinh would set-up a trap for him or help someone else do it, but what if… He decided that he didn't dare risk it at the house. He closed the laptop and walked back to the bedroom.

He leaned down and kissed Mia's cheek tenderly, "I'm gonna run into town, Mia. I'll be right back."

"Uh-huh." She muttered, mostly asleep.

Brian grabbed some cash from their safe and drove straight to the airport at the far end of town. He looked around the terminal for someone using a laptop. There were two Japanese men fighting over the figures on their differing screens and a blonde girl checking her facebook page. The text on the screen was all in English and sidebar showing her friends was titled: Alpha Phi Sisters.

He gave a silent thank you for his 'nice-guy' looks. He walked up to her and cleared his throat. When she looked up at him, he smiled. "Hi."

She smiled back at him, "Hi."

"I really hate to bother you, but I was wondering if I could borrow your laptop for minute?" He watched her eyebrow arch and continued. "My friend is flying in today and I can't remember what time. It's in my e-mail, if you'd let me check it on your computer, I'd be so grateful."

"Well…"

"I'll give you fifty bucks."

"Really?"

Brian laughed and rubbed the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. "Yeah, she'd kill me if I was late, but I really don't wanna sit here all day, ya know."

She giggled and nodded. "Okay, but I'm not leaving."

"I wouldn't." He teased and handed her the bill.

He logged into this account and his jaw dropped open.

"Is something wrong?" She was looking at him, concerned at his reaction.

Brian suddenly remembered that he wasn't alone. He logged out the account and forced another fake smile for the girl. "No. But I got the wrong day entirely. So thanks."

He jumped to his feet and made his way towards the exit. He made one quick stop at the gift shop and he was on his way. He was already tearing into the packaging of the disposable cell as he exited the building.

Bogota, Colombia: 2:00am (Saturday)

He was staring at her in the moonlight, running his fingertips down her bare arm.

"Mmmm. Don't do that. You're going to destroy my willpower." Her voice was quiet, laced with a sleepy quality. She was so comfortable with his body spooned against hers.

He kissed behind her ear and chuckled softly, "What do you need willpower for?"

She sighed quietly and opened her eyes.

Dom propped himself up and looked down at the blonde, "What's wrong, Elena?"

She rolled herself over and touched his cheek softly as she whispered. "I'm going back to Rio."

"Did I do something?" He questioned confused at her sudden decision.

"Oh no, Amado (Lover in Portuguese)" Elena tried to sooth him. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain; he had been through enough during the last year.

"Then why do you want to leave?" He brushed a lock of hair away from her face.

She kissed his lips softly. "Do you remember when I told you why I became a cop?"

"I do." His hand was idly moving down and up along her side. "It was because of your husband."

"Yes." She traced the silver cross that lay on his bare chest. "You told me that I was first person that understood the pain of your loss."

"You were." Dom kissed her forehead.

She smiled, "You helped me heal from his loss. Being with you has made me feel like I can love again."

"But?"

"I became a cop in his memory and I feel like I have more good to do there." She kissed him again. "I don't want there to be bad blood between us. I do care for you. Its…"

"Comfort." He finished her statement and deepened their kiss. "It feels like breathing again. Like you held your breath too long and you needed air."

She made a soft sound of agreement. "I will miss you."

He kissed her neck, "You'll let me visit?"

"I couldn't keep you out of my apartment before." She arched into his touch.

He moved over her and looked down at her. His cross, pulled down by gravity, rested between her breasts. His hands moved over her body, as he explained, "I was retrieving what was mine. I'll never come in uninvited again."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathlessly encouraged him, "I never said you wouldn't be welcomed in."

He entered her slowly and deliberately, "If this is how we're gonna say goodbye. I'll have to visit a lot."

She kissed him deeply and stared into his eyes, "Wait until you see how I say hello."

They made love slow and sweet exchanging more touches then words. When he was spent he rolled off of her, but pulled her into his arms. He started to doze as he listened to her even breathing. He kissed the top of Elena's head, assuming she was already asleep.

Elena listened to his heartbeat and was glad that he fell asleep so easily. She was relieved that he hadn't fought her decision to go home; she needed some time to herself. She cared about Dom very much, but she hadn't figured out what to do with him. He was still wounded and despite all the healing, that deep scar was still angry. She didn't doubt that he cared for her, but there was a ghost in the room.

She knew he didn't remember doing it, and she certainly couldn't punish him for something done, while sleeping, but… Last night he pulled her close in his sleep. He had kissed her behind the ear, and whispered, "Eternamente mi amor. I love you, Letty."

Elena was a proud Brazilian woman and she knew when it was time move on.

L.A., California: 11:15pm (Friday)

Sophie Trinh's phone went off and she noted the 'blocked number' warning that flashed on the screen. "Agent Trinh."

"Sophie." Brian's voice was tense.

The petite woman pulled her car into a parking lot and answered. "I figured you'd call. I don't know whether to be impressed you remember my number or be angry with you for using it."

He was in no mood for any kind of lightheartedness. "I had to call. I need to know what the hell that was you sent me."

"Just what it looked like: German military convoy got raided outside Berlin at 3am their time. The only survivor said that it was a team of precision drivers in four black Honda Civics, with neon running light under them. He said they jumped from the cars to the trucks, while they were going over 80 miles per hour. Their forensic team pulled a set of prints off one of the trucks and it matched…"

He interrupted, "It isn't possible."

"I compared the prints myself. It was perfect hand-print on the side of the truck. I suppose it could have been planted there."

Brian was thinking, his fingers twitching slightly. "What got taken?"

"Military's not saying. The only survivor is in bad shape, they haven't been able to get much out of him."

"Killing's not her style." He muttered quietly, before asking. "Who else knows about this?"

"I shouldn't be helping you at all." She argued.

"If you didn't want to help me; you probably wouldn't have answered the phone or sent me that e-mail."

She sighed. "This is the last time. Please forget my number after this. I like being an agent."

"I know, Sophie. I'm sorry to get you involved. But I needed to know."

"The file I sent you got sent to your old computer and one other agent's. Her name is Monica Fuentes, she works out of Miami and she just got reassigned to DEA."

"With Hobbs?"

"Yeah. Good luck, Brian. Goodbye."

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