The time to make their move came easily enough, when Brian had to go work solo the next day. There was a business associate of their target that needed information extracted from. He had a thing for good looking younger men, and it was a pretty sure deal
that with just the right amount of flirting from Brian that he would talk. Brian was of course the perfect person out of the three of them for the job, sure Tuck and FDR were good looking, but Brian he was sinfully gorgeous when he tried.

They wasted no time after seeing Brian off to make their way to the warehouse they had found Brian at the previous night.

When they walked in they saw the difference in the way the building was set up immediately. It was set up like a track, and the beautiful Porsche sitting in the middle of floor had obviously just been taken for a test drive. If there had been any doubt
that these people were from Brian's past, the car and track squashed it. Brian and cars went together like syrup and pancakes, and these people looked to be the same.

"I want some pancakes," FDR grumbled.

Tuck only rolled his eyes, "information first, food later."

"What are you two pigs doing here?" The man they had seen hold a gun to Brian's head asked.

"Pigs?" They both questioned at the same time.

"You're running with Buster so you must be cops too." He answered snidely.

"You think that we're..." Tuck started with a laugh.

"That Brian is a cop?" FDR finished incredulously.

"What Brian didn't go back to being a cop? Is he like a Fed or something now?" A tall bald black man asked.

FDR and Tuck both looked at each other in silent communication. Brian's record had been sealed and wiped before he joined their team. No one knew about his past, it was a giant gaping hole. It was like he didn't start existing until Tuck and FDR met him.
They were finally getting somewhere in the mystery of Brian O' Conner.

"How about a gentlemen's agreement?" Tuck asked.

"A what?"

"A gentlemen's agreement." He said again slower. "You want information and so do we. Let's set some ground rules first shall we?"

"Rule one; you ask a question, we answer. We ask a question, you answer." FDR said.

"Rule two, don't bring any of your guns out, and we won't." Tuck said after.

"We might be out numbered, but I promise it won't be us that goes down if you do."

"Rule three, let's all introduce ourselves first. I'm Tuck, he's FDR."

The big man that they had stolen the car from glared daggers at them, but he nodded anyways. They listened as everyone in the room went around speaking their names. "Alright, first question what do you two and Brian do?" Dom asked.

Both men looked at each other and shrugged. They could choose to lie, but there was no point to do so. If their assumptions about all of these people were correct then they were criminals, it wasn't like they had anyone to really tell. If things did go
wrong anyways, FDR and Tuck were both sure of their ability to take out every single one of them.

"CIA," they both answered together.

The shocked look on all of their faces was worth giving up that piece of information. "Brian is a spy?" Rome choked out.

"Yes one of the best, where was Brian originally from?" Tuck asked.

"Barstow California," Rome answered.

"He moved to L.A., after he left there." Dom told them.

"Interesting," FDR said. Brian was basically from the city they currently lived in, but didn't have any friends or family other than them.

"What are you three doing here in Brazil, a job or what?"

"Richard Gutierrez, a known associate of Hernan Reyes, he's selling state secrets. We've been sent in to covertly subdue the threat." Tuck answered with a dangerous smirk.

Both men didn't miss the facial tics the group gave when Reyes was brought up. "How do you all know Brian?" Tuck asked.

Rome answered first, "Brian and I ran together as kids."

"Jacking cars," FDR said. "That wasn't a question, just an observation from your snort last night."

"The pig went undercover lied to our family, and then brought down a whole bunch of heat on our heads." Vince spat out.

"He saved your life Vince! Not to mention mine! He also gave Dom his keys and let him leave instead of arresting him." Jesse said.

"We were jacking trucks, and Brian was supposed to take us down, but he didn't." Dom said.

FDR and Tuck nodded.

"Met Brian in Miami when he was on the run from the cops, after he let Dom go. He raced down in Miami, was King of the Streets." Tej said.

Both men made eye contact, racing that made a lot of sense.

"That's enough," Dom growled out, "it was a loaded question, you get a lot more answers then one with it." He crossed his arms, "how long have you two known Brian?"

"Since he joined up about five years ago, just because I'm feeling generous I'll add in the how. Simple mission turned into a free for all, and Tuck and I here were in a bad way. Him with a shoulder wound, me with a bullet in the leg. Brian pulls up in
some kind of flashy racing car, steps out calm as can be." FDR said.

"Walks to where we were standing back to back, and puts his back against our sides. He pulls out two guns, and starts helping take out the guys. Once they were all disposed of he hops in the car, asks us if we're coming and then we drove off." Tuck said.

"We've been inseparable every since. Best of the best in the agency, never a partnership that worked together better, or knew each other better."

Rome snorted at that, "knew each other, can't really know him too well, you didn't know he was a cop."

"You don't need the past to know someone, we know Brian even without the other shit. We're not here to get to know Brian better; we're here to get some answers about why he is the way he is, and to see if we can help him." FDR said with a smug smile.

"I think knowing someone's past makes them know a person better brah." Rome argued.

"I agree with them on this one Rome," Dom said. "But not that they know Brian better, I know Brian the best, know what makes him tick. Know how he lives his life a quarter mile at a time, just like me." Dom said.

Tuck and FDR laughed loudly, "Maybe you use to know what makes him tick, but I guarantee you don't anymore. A quarter mile at a time? Try a bullet at time, those little toys might be something Brian once looked to, to gain his thrill."

"He might still get one or two out of them." FDR added.

"But the bullets, the grenades, and the danger he escapes with us, the total high of adrenaline that you can't find anywhere else, that's where he gets his thrills from. I don't think some quarter mile race will cut it anymore, not when he's driving through
long stretches of road at high speeds, avoiding traffic, bombs, and guns." Tuck said.

"Man didn't you hear me when I said we've been running together since we were kids? We even did some time together, juvie." Rome said exasperated.

"Ah prison time..." FDR said.

"Impressive, I mean we've done time together more than once, but yours is nice too. I'm sure juvie had nothing on that little stay down in Korea though. Not the nicest accommodations, but we've seen worse, right mate?" Tuck said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, they didn't even bother to clean the blood off the floor in our cell; it had nothing on the Scandinavian prison." FDR added like blood on the floor was something they were entirely use to.

"If I remember correctly, their methods of torture were a little too out of date and boring," Brian said suddenly appearing behind them and grabbed both men's necks and gave them a hard squeeze. "I much preferred our time spent in Bangladesh, those were
some people who knew the true art of torture, not to mention I loved the view," Brian purred managing to make himself sound seductive and annoyed at the same time.

FDR blanched, "we swore to never speak of it!"

Brian shrugged, "you two speak of it all the time, I'm the one that didn't want it spoke about."

"Does that mean you ready to talk about it?" Tuck asked hopefully.

"Maybe, depends on how annoyed I am with the both of you when we leave."

"How did you find us anyways?"

Brian dropped his hands off their necks and glared at them. "I know you, I know what the glances over my head meant, it means you two think there is something wrong and won't stop till you fix it."

"You were supposed to be getting that information we needed." Tuck said petulantly.

"And I did," Brian answered, he waved his hand in front of the men. "Three seconds one touch, and he was singing like a canary, personal best if I do say so myself." Both men laughed. "Now fess up, before we live some less exciting moments of Bangladesh."

"You wouldn't?" FDR hissed.

"Oh I would, don't push."

"Something happened between them and you mate." Tuck said.

Brian's eyes hardened, "and that just makes it okay for you two go snooping around?"

"Just because we were friends first before we met you, didn't ever make you anything less than one of us. After the whole Lauren debacle, and we umm...well you still were just as much a part of this group as always." FDR said nervously.

"I know that FDR, what are you trying to say?"

"He means we worry about you mate, you basically live at the office and only ever leave when we go on a mission, or we drag you to Nana's. The only people you see on a constant basis is us, Collins, a few other agents you never speak to, and the guy who
delivers crappy Chinese to you when you can be bothered to even bloody eat."

Brian's eyes softened, "and you think that the answer to that is coming here to talk to them behind my back. They told me to leave, I know where I stand."

"Man Brian that was Letty, I didn't ask you to leave." Rome said.

Brian nodded, "no but you didn't exactly ask me to stay did you? Its okay Pearce I got the message five years ago when you and Parker didn't respond to any of attempts of contact. Now you're both here, kind of funny, kind of a stab in the back, but I
guess I have no right to feel that way anymore. You're the family; I'm just a guy who's always been on the outside looking in."

"Brian we..." Tej started.

"No, don't, I don't want to hear any of it. I only came here last night because I needed to know, needed to see that you were all safe, and happy. That you were still a family, one that didn't need me. I saw it, I believe it, and now maybe I can work
on being alright without all of you." He really had never wanted to admit those words out loud to anyone, except maybe FDR and Tuck, because that's where he felt safe. Brian looked over at his two partners and blinked slowly. That was a hell of a
revelation, he's been so busy living in the past, he hadn't even noticed when it became irrelevant to the future.

"Damn it," Brian said softly. "Let's go you two," he told them pulling them towards the door.

"But mate," Tuck said grabbing Brian's arm.

"We think you should talk to them, see if you can work this out, you need more, more than what we can give you, what the rush of the job can give you."

Brian shook his head, "there's no fixing this," he pointed back at the team. "What I've done deserves any hate that comes my way. But you're wrong about something." He said while moving closer to the two men. "You've always been enough for me." He gave
them both a head rub and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, you both wanted to talk about Bangladesh, right? The adrenaline sex?" Brian laughed at their shocked faces.

"Man screw you mate, you're the one who drove us through bloody skyscrapers." Tuck said with a grin on his face that made the indignity in his voice sound fake.

"Not one skyscraper, but two, we fucking flew in a car!" FDR yelled out with a laugh.

"The look on that guard's face when he came in for hourly torture time." Brian laughed as he walked out the door.

Rome started to call after him, he wanted to talk to Brian, but Dom stopped him. "We'll see him again Rome, the guy their looking fordoes business with Reyes. We're bound to run into him again, and when we do we will explain. We will make Brian
understand he is still a part of this family, and I don't give a fuck what anyone else has to say, that's what he is, family." He said leveling a glare at Vince and Letty. He looked over a Rome again, "I don't think tonight is the night."

Rome didn't like it but he nodded, he would have a chance to explain to Brian.