A/N: Made up stuff ahead. Like places, streets, and other stuff. Remember this is fan FICTION.

Warnings: Same old, same old.

Special thanks to Yamanvie, janet1982, 0519, Belles2010, Modern Dorothy, NeonGreen69, and DestinChild for the encouragement and letting me know that someone out there thinks that this story is worth writing. Thanks so much for reviewing.

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Chapter Four

Brian awoke with a start. He shook his head to try and rid himself of his dizzy spell, but only managed to make it worse.

My head is killing me, thought Brian, flexing his shoulders and realizing that they didn't ache anymore. It was then that he noticed that he was tied to a bed and not a rope hanging from the ceiling. His whole body tensed and a wave of panic washed over him.

He looked up at his wrists that were now tied to the corners of the bedposts and tried to wiggle them free, but Camille had tied them good and tight to the posts with some sort of cable. Brian gave up on his hands for the moment and looked down to his legs. He found them to be free and he was able to move them as he pleased.

Well, if worst comes to worst, I guess I could at least kick someone.

Brian went back to scanning the new room he was in. Plain and stark with no windows, just like the last room he was in, but a little bit warmer. Camille must have drugged him again and moved him. Unfortunately, Brian couldn't remember when Camille had drugged him. He felt a cold sweat break out at the thought of what drug could cause a person to black out and loose their memory. He swallowed the lump in his throat, which he found impressive considering his throat was so dry that it felt like sandpaper rubbing together.

Brian moved his body as much as he could to see what the damage was, but was surprised that he didn't ache in anywhere other than the spots he remembered getting beaten for smart mouthing Camille. But that still didn't mean that the creep hadn't molested him in his sleep. Brian shivered as he remembered how he touched him while he was making that recording for Dom.

Dom.

It had been a couple of days- how many exactly, Brian wasn't sure -since Camille had made that recording and Brian was slowly starting to believe that this would be how his life would end, locked up in some basement with some creep violating him.

Hope, Brian decided, was a terrible thing. It made one hang onto something long after they should have let go. And even though Brian kept telling himself not to want Dom to come and save him, he couldn't help hoping that he was important enough to Dom for him to come and save him.

Brian let out a bitter laugh as he finally realized that what Mia had said was the truth. He was in love with Dom. Too bad that he only realized that now, when he was about to be tortured to death. But, he supposed, that it wouldn't have done him any good if he had realized it earlier either. He wouldn't have said anything to Dom. He would have silently pined after him and, most likely, would have still ended up in the same situation he was in now.

As Brian was about to go back to jiggling the cables holding his wrists to the bedposts, he heard a soft click come from one of the two doors in the room. He froze and glanced over to it just as it was pushed open and Camille walked in, a cell phone pressed against his right ear.

"Of course," Brian heard Camille say to whoever was on the phone before he walked over to where Brian lay, glaring daggers up at the man. "It's Dom. He wants to talk to you," informed Camille, sitting down next to Brian on the bed.

Brian's eyes widened in shock as Camille took the cell phone away from his ear and pressed against his own, grazing the stubble on his cheek as he did so.

"Dom?" Brian asked fearfully, voice shaking from under use and stress.

"Yeah, Brian, it's me," Dom sighed with relief. Brian was so happy that he was sure he was going to cry. But instead Brian put his emotions under wraps and cursed himself for putting Dom in such danger.

"Stupid," yelled Brian into the phone, voice about to crack from all the emotions that were trying to break free. "Get out of the U.S. while you still have the chance!"

"Shut up Brian! I'm coming to save you and there's nothing you can say to change that!"

Camille pulled the phone away from Brian and Brian just laid there in shock. Dom was coming for him. Dom thought that Brian was important enough to save, even after he had deceived Dom into believing he was someone else just to get close to him and prove that he was doing the hijackings. Even after he got Letty killed. Why?

Camille said a few more things that Brian didn't quite catch before he hung up with Dom. Camille pocketed the phone and turned to Brian. "You know," he started, "if I could trust you not to attack me when my back was turned, I'd be able to untie you." Brian just stared up at Camille, anger and defiance clearly written on his face. "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to get up and stretch your legs and go to the bathroom by yourself for a change?"

As much as he hated agreeing with anything Camille had to say, Brian had to agree with him on that point. He had been stripped of everything. His freedom, his pride, and his dignity. So, if behaving for a bit got him a little freedom and a bit of his dignity back, then Brian could do that. He could play nice and sit tight for awhile. Just until he found a way to escape, of course.

"Yeah," answered Brian, hoarsely. He was dying for a drink of water right now.

Camille smiled as he turned away from Brian and bent over the side of the bed. "I'm glad you agree with me. But as you could probably guess, I can't just take your word for it, that you won't attack me so…" said Camille, turning back around towards Brian with a syringe in hand. Brian tried to move away from Camille once he had spotted the syringe with the strange liquid in it. "Calm down, this is just a little something to help you relax and become less of threat to me." Camille moved the syringe closer to Brian and Brian flinched away. Camille stopped moving and moved back away from Brian again. "But," continued Camille, casually, "if you don't want to take the drug, I could just leave you tied to the bed. Really, it's your choice."

The smile that spread across Camille's face as he said that told Brian that it really wasn't his choice. "What is that?" Asked Brian, motioning to the needle with a nod of his head.

"Like I said before, something to help you relax and make you less of a threat to me. It gives a person a slight buzz while also making them a little weak and clumsy. It's kinda like how you would feel after a night out with your buddies drinking, but you actually know what's going on and what you're doing."

"Yeah, but what is it?" Asked Brian, uneasily.

"What? Don't you trust me?" Camille's smile only seemed to grow wider and it creeped the hell out of Brian.

"No," answered Brian flatly. Camille laughed loud and hard.

"Neither should you," laughed Camille. "But I may have a way for you to trust me a little bit more." Camille gripped Brian's arm and before Brian could react, pushed the needle, swiftly, into Brian's arm.

Brian's heart lurched with fear as he saw the contents of the syringe being slowly drained into his arm. Camille pulled out the needle, cleanly, and watched Brian's wide eyes as he moved about the room.

"You should be starting to feel the effects by now," commented Camille. "Your limbs will feel tired and heavy, but the aches all over your body should start to feel better."

Camille smiled as Brian's eyelids drooped a bit and Brian began to slur his words. "Wha-what'd ya do'ta meh?" Brian asked feeling incredibly tired and like his arms weighed a good ton or so.

"It would seem I gave you a little too much. Don't worry, though, next time I'll lower the dosage. For now you just have yourself a nice, little nap."

Brain watched as Camille sauntered back over to him and quickly cut the cables that held his arms to the bed. Brain remembered idly thinking where had Camille pulled out that pocket knife from as he drifted off to sleep.

Dom parked the Charger outside the diner, locking the doors before stepping out of the car and making his way up to the front doors of the establishment.

A small, silver bell chimed as he opened the glass front door of the diner, making his presence known to everyone in the place. Immediately, the waiter behind the counter greeted him and told him to sit wherever he liked. Dom ignored him and walked straight up to the counter.

"I'm looking for a woman who works here named Malinda," stated Dom, cutting straight to the point. The man behind the counter stopped filling the two glasses in front of him with soda in order to glare, angrily, up at Dom.

"Listen Buddy," said the man, harshly, slamming his hands down on the counter. "I'm going to tell you what I told her. This a diner and she's not allowed to come around here any more. Got it? So get your kicks somewhere else."

"Wait! What!" Asked Dom, confused as he watched the waiter turn away from him. But he wasn't going to let the man get away that easily, especially when Brian's life hung in the balance. Dom swiftly reached across the counter, gripped the man by the arm, and spun him around to face him once more.

"Get off me!" Yelled the waiter as he tried to wrench his arm out of Dom's vice like grip.

"What do you mean she's not allowed to come around here anymore!" Demanded Dom. "And where the hell is she now!"

"What are you! Her new pimp!" The man practically screamed, the other customers started to move about the diner in a manner that had Dom on high alert. He was sure that someone had already called the police too. The situation was getting dangerous and fast.

"So Malinda is a hooker? Where does she normally work?" Asked Dom, realizing what Camille had meant when he said that she "some of the time" worked at the diner.

"Here. Haven't you been listening to anything I've just said?"

Dom jerked the waiter's arm, roughly. He didn't have time to be playing around. "You need to learn when the appropriate time to be a smart-aleck is and when isn't. Now is not the time. Just tell me where Malinda normally walks." Dom could hear the faint whistle of police sirens in the distance and they were getting closer. Dom squeezed the waiter's arm a bit tighter. He didn't want to have to break the man's arm, but he would, and he wanted the man to know that.

The man let out a slight whimper of pain and from the corner of his eye, Dom saw one of the patrons of the diner poise himself in such a way that told Dom that if he didn't get his answers from the waiter now, he was most likely going to end up in a situation he wouldn't be able to control.

"I-I don't know, Man," stuttered the waiter in pain. The police sirens were drawing closer now. "I think down on Kasper or Bowden." The police sirens were so close now that Dom could already feel the cold bite of handcuffs being placed around his wrists. He wished that he had more time to interrogate the waiter, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Dom released the waiter and stepped back from the counter. He turned to leave and found a man in a black AC/DC shirt standing in his way.

I hate stupid people who try to do the right thing, grumbled Dom to himself, staring down the man. He really didn't have time for this.

At first, the man held his ground, clearly he was trying to keep Dom in the diner until the police arrived, but the longer he stood in front of Dom's intimidating form, the more his resolution seemed to falter, until finally it slipped away completely and the man stepped aside and allowed Dom to pass by him.

Dom cursed to himself as he ran out of the diner and saw the flashing red, white, and blue lights of approaching cop cars. Dom ran to his Charger, quickly jumping in and starting it up. He wanted to get out of there before the cops got there, but as luck would have it, that didn't happen. Just as he sped away from the curb the cops were on him like flies on a carcass.

Jeez, these guys ever just come in a pack of two? Thought Dom as he saw four cop cars pull around the corner and come toward him.

Dom set his jaw tight, eyes firmly set on the road in front of him, and was shifting gears faster than a professional NASCAR driver. Dom hit the gas, hazing the hides of his tires as he sped down the street.

It was so easy and it felt so natural to Dom as he elegantly zoomed through traffic and around moving cars like they weren't even moving at all. Really, the police didn't stand a chance. After only five minutes into the chase they had lost him. Dom wasn't even the least bit surprised.

Checking his rearview mirror again to make sure no flashing lights were following him, Dom reset his course for Kasper and Bowden streets.

A/N: Tada! Okay, so I did all the editing myself, so I can't guarantee that there are no mistakes. But I tried my best. So, if you spot any mistakes let me know so that I can fix them. Thanks for reading.