When they pulled up to the street that was blocked off for the race Brian grinned at both men's faces. Brian was sure the females shaking their asses up and down the roadway were a bit of a shock to someone who had never seen anything like it before. Brian's smile however got bigger when he saw the cars all lined up for viewing.

Tuck put his hand on the back of Brian's neck and gave it a little shake and smiled at the man. "This is what you use to do?"

"Every weekend," he said with an excited grin, it was good to be back.

"Damn," FDR said while looking over his shoulder at the race bunny they just passed.

"You're taken," both Brian and Tuck reminded him.

"Oh I know, trust me I know," FDR put his hands on their shoulders.

Both men just rolled their eyes, already use to FDR's antics he wouldn't ever cheat, but the playboy side of him like to show its head every once in a while.

They parked the car and Brian got out with two men behind. "Lean on the hood and act casual."

It wasn't long before people started taking notice of the three newcomers. Girls started straying from their groups to take a chance at flirting with the three men, and each one left disappointed when they were rejected.

"My my, what do you have here," a man spoke in a Brazilian accent.

Brian saw the man walking their way and jerked his head in his direction and brushed his arms with Tuck and FRD at the same time, when he felt them tense.

"If it isn't King of Miami himself, Bullitt."

Brian grinned; it had been so long since he raced he was surprised anyone would recognize him.

"Hey man," he said back.

"Diogo," he said while offering his hand.

"You run these streets?" Brian asked.

"Lost the other night, but I'm looking to earn the title back, what better way than in race with Mr. Miami himself." He said smugly.

"You still aren't licking your wounds from the other night Diogo?" A deep voice said from in the crowd.

Brian turned his head and snorted when he saw Dom.

FDR leaned in close by Brian's ear, "so he's good?"

Brian nodded and turned his head to FDR's ear, "King of L.A." FDR nodded.

"Funny Toretto," Diogo said. "So pretty boy we racing or not."

"We're racing, but I'm assuming he already took your car," Brian said with a smirk. "So what you racing with?"

"That baby right there don't worry about me." He replied.

Tuck whistle quietly when he saw the car. It was a black Nissan RB26 powered Mustang, Brian turned to Tuck. "You want it?" Brian grinned. Tuck turned to Brian and saw the look on his face, and nodded his head. "Then you shall have it."

"We're racing for pinks," he said. "Unless you're too afraid you might lose another car," Brian smirked.

"I won't be losing, you might have ran Miami, but you never beat him," he said jerking his head towards Dom.

Brian snorted, it was true he never beat Dom, but he wasn't some rookie kid anymore. All the missions they had done, honed his already impressive driving skills into something amazing. He wasn't being cocky just being honest.

"Let's do it then, my friend here really wants your car."

Brian waved Tuck and FDR off to the side, they decided to go stand with Dom and his team for the only reason that they knew them.

"Nice to see he got his own car," Dom commented, "or is that one stolen too."

"Well if you count a slight misuse of government property stealing then..." Tuck said vaguely.

"It's wasn't stealing, I just didn't tell them why we exactly needed it." FDR said with a shrug, "if they thought it was for our cover on this case then that's their problem."

"They think that because that's exactly what you told them it was for mate."

Rome moved to stand beside Dom, he didn't exactly like those two, but he knew he needed to play nice, if he wanted to talk to Brian. "So why did you lie about needing a car?" He asked.

FDR mumbled something under his breath.

"I'm sorry Franklin, didn't hear that, would you like to speak a little louder mate?"

"Because Brian wanted one." He said in an even tone.

Rome threw his head back and laughed. "You got blondie a car, because he wanted one?"

"That's usually how this goes," Tuck said flippantly.

"What Brian wants something and he gets it for him?" The smaller kid with a beanie on asked, FDR believed his name was Jesse.

"Not just me, he wanted a tattoo today, and your all "yeah mate, we got time.' Remember that?"

"You nodded your head before I even agreed FDR."

"Sure keep telling yourself that."

"Tattoo Brian? White boy ain't ever had no tattoos, he never wanted them before anyways."

"He has seven of them," Tuck and FDR answered together.

"You didn't see the ones on his arms?" FDR asked.

"To far away, I was in the back; Mia called me and told me he was here."

They watched as a girl in the shortest damn skirt they had ever seen in their lives walked in front of the cars to start them off.

"He always race while the three of you are working?" Dom asked.

"No," FDR answered.

"He hasn't raced in like six years," Tuck added.

"Six years? Six years and you're going to let him bet that car up against the guy who ran the streets in Brazil?" Tej asked shoving his body up through the crowd.

"We're not worried," they said with a grin.

They watched Brian take off, and the instantly stopped talking, watching Brian drive from the outside of the car was just as amazing as it was being in the vehicle.

A smaller guy pushed his way up to the front, when he looked at the two men he knew were Brian's work partners he whistled. "Damn you need to carry around some garlic or shit, cause someone's been biting up your necks."

Both men smiled at the man named Leon, but turned their heads quickly back to watch Brian win.

"Ain't a buster no more," Dom said to Vince.

"Still a cop," Vince said back.

"We are not bloody cops," Tuck said annoyed. "Calling us cops is like calling a striper a doctor. Just because she might know how to put a bandage on."

Tuck and FDR watched as Brian walked towards them, he had cut an uneasy glance back at who they were standing with but he went anyways. When he was about half way there he threw a pair of keys to Tuck. The Brit reached his hand up and caught them.

"It's all yours Tuck." He said with a smile.

"Thanks Brian," Tuck said while putting his hand on Brian's neck and bringing him in closer.

"Wait a minute I get you a car, it even had a bunch of super shiny parts in it, I don't know what they did but they were there, and you win him a car." FDR said disgruntled.

"You didn't say you wanted a car FDR, Tuck did. That car," he said pointing at his own, "was a product of your own guilt for getting my skyline blown to hell." Brian said as he crossed his arms.

"Not the skyline Brian, please tell me you're joking." Tej said.

Brian pointed at Tej and gave FDR a look, "you see, that car was amazing!"

FDR held his hands up in surrender, "I never said any different I swear, and your right that one was for blowing up your car," Tuck took a moment to whisper in Brian's ear and make him laugh. FDR narrowed his gaze at Tuck, "anyways you can win me one next time."

Brian nodded, "deal, just next time make for damn sure she is the secretary."

"Got it drug lord's daughters bad, secretary good."

"You know that's not what he meant mate, walking on thin ice here." Tuck said while he and Brian gave him the evil eye.

"Kidding," he said with his 'I'm not doing anything wrong' charming smile.

"What the bloody fuck?" Tuck said while looking straight ahead.

Brian turned his head to where Tuck was looking, it wasn't everyday that Tuck with all his British gentlemen manners let out the f-bomb.

When Brian saw who was here, he looked over at Dom. "I assume he is here after you?"

Dom nodded, "we got it taken care of Brian, don't worry."

Brian felt FDR pull up his shirt slightly and pull Brian's guns out of his waistband. He held it there in quick arms reach. Brian noticed Tuck had taken two steps back and both men were completely behind him with one hand behind their own holding on to their two guns with it.

"Hey Toretto! You're under arrest." Hobbs's booming voice carried through the crowd.

"I don't feel like I'm under arrest," Dom said smugly.

"Oh just give it a minute, it will sink in."

"We didn't kill those Feds. That was Reyes." Vince said from his place behind Dom.

Brian raised his eyebrow, and looked at his partners; they both thought that information was interesting as well.

"I don't give a shit; I'm just here to bring in the assholes whose names hit my desk."

Brian snorted, "Yeah that sounds like a real hero."

Hobbs looked over at the three men standing beside his marks. "O' Conner, Hansen, Foster, should have known you three be here causing problems for me again."

"Problems mate, I'm sorry so it was a problem that we rescued off the side of that cliff." Tuck said indignantly.

"That's the problem with the DSS types Tuck, they go in make a mess, don't have the stomach to finish it..." FDR said.

"And then we have to go in save their asses and clean up the mess." Brian finished.

"That's funny, talking about cleaning up messes, from a guy who took the oath of a cop, then went against everything it stood for, for some wannabe tough guy prick who beat a man half to death with a socket wrench. Now turn around Toretto and put your hands behind your back."

"Ooh ouch Hobbs," Brian said sarcastically. "I'm all on the straight and narrow now, thanks for asking."

Hobbs only ignored the man, and stared at Toretto.

"I don't think so."

"Your mistake is thinking you have a goddamn choice boy!" Hobbs yelled out.

"And your mistake?" Dom asked. "Thinking you're in America. You're a long way from home. This is Brazil!"

Brian watched as everyone surrounding them pulled out a gun and pointed it at Hobbs and his team. Brian looked around and was pretty impressed by the display. He glanced behind Dom to see who was missing from team, Tej, probably placing a tracker on their vehicles.

Hobbs looked over at Brian, Tuck, and FDR. "So is this a hate for agents of the law, hate for American agents?" Hobbs asked.

Brian narrowed his gaze at the man.

"Yes you have no business coming into our country to do your job," Diogo said.

Hobb's smirked at Dom, "guess you didn't tell them about those three huh? Three agents standing right in front of you, snooping around Rio."

Half the guns were now pointing in Brian, Tuck, and FDR's direction.

"So you're going to call off the guns now Toretto, or there's a good chance you'll be scrapping O' Conner's ass up off the gravel."

Brian snorted, "seriously Hobbs that's the best you got. Obviously you haven't done much research on your marks. Every single one of them hate me, if you think they would be sad if I was laying out bleeding, you're very mistaken."

Brian reached behind him and grabbed his guns, Tuck and FDR pulled theirs out from behind their backs as well. "Now you saw how it went down in Guatemala," Brian took a few steps out into the middle, with Tuck and FDR joining him. They all stood shoulders shoved together in a triangle position, like they had done it at least a million times. All three men had their arms extended with their loaded guns.

"We know we'll make it out alive, but will all of you?" FDR said while Brian smirked at the man and his team.

Brian watched as one of Hobbs's men told him they should leave. After Hobbs begrudgingly agreed he started to walk away from Dom and the team. When his back was turned Brian spoke one last time to the man. "You were nothing more than an annoyance Hobbs, someone we had to once pull out of the fire, and then make a call you weren't strong enough to make, but your little stunt tonight. Blowing someone's cover is against the law you know." Brian shook his head. "Wasn't your oh so important oath a promise to keep all U.S agents safe? Looks like I'm not the only one who broke one. Trust me when I say Hobbs that I don't forgive easily, and after you put Tuck and FDR in danger tonight, you'll be lucky if you ever see the light of day again with the shit I'm going to bury you under."

Hobbs and his men got in their vehicles and drove off, the guns still didn't come down though, and it was a stare off between the racers and the three CIA agents.

Brian looked at the leader of the group, "nós sabemos o que aconteceu com o seu irmão Diogo." (We know what happened to your brother Diogo.) Brian stopped speaking in Spanish and broke off in English, "We know Gutierrez murdered him."

"Sim? O que isso tem a ver com qualquer coisa?" He asked Brian in a confused but angry tone. (Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?) "Com você fingindo ser um de nós, quando seu apenas um snitch que põr seu nariz onde não pertence." Diogo sneered. (With you pretending to be one of us, when you're just a snitch putting your nose where it doesn't belong.)

"Eu sou o único que vai colocá-lo em sua própria sepultura." Brian said fiercely with a look of promise in his eyes. (I'm the one that is going to put him in his own grave.)

Diogo walked up to Brian and looked him in the eye. "Yeah?" He asked in English. Brian nodded never breaking eye contact. "Put down the guns, he's one of us." Diogo yelled out as he stuck his hand out to shake Brian's.

Brian, Tuck, and FDR lowered their weapons and Brian returned the handshake with a smile. When the crowd dispersed Brian look at Dom and Vince. "What Feds?" He asked with narrowed eyes.

Vince was going to answer the man, but Dom spoke over him. "You come back to the warehouse hear what we have to say, and we will tell you everything."

Brian turned his head to see what Tuck and FDR thought, they both shrugged in a why not manner.

"Fine but we have to make a quick stop at our place to check on a target's movement, we'll meet you at yours after." FDR answered.

Dom nodded, "alright we'll meet you there."