Czech Republic, present

Leon walked into the bathroom and found Letty sitting cross legged on the counter, brushing her teeth.

"He left me a message – I get the details for the last job tonight," he told her.

Letty met his eyes in the mirror, her face emotionless.

"I'm leaving at eleven."

Letty spit toothpaste into the sink and hopped off of the counter, turning to face him. "Good. Text me when you can. I'm going to sleep but my phone will be on."

Leon frowned at the miserable look on her face. Letty was never a particularly bubbly person but he was overwhelmed by the constant pain in her eyes. It had been there for the entire year they had been together. She rarely smiled or laughed and even when she did it wasn't real. As happy as her face looked her eyes still looked like she was ready to cry or kill someone.

"Stop it," she scolded, pulling him away from his thoughts. "Stop looking at me like I'm broken. Just get ready so we can get this shit over with."

"Just one more job okay Lett? We do this and it's a long beach vacation for everyone." It was only when her eyes flashed, filled with hurt, that he realized what he had done. "God, I'm sorry Lett. I just meant that after this we'll be able to leave. Fuck. I'm an idiot."

Letty felt like she was going to suffocate. She knew Leon hadn't meant to say it but his words were like a punch in the stomach. Her head was instantly filled with images of Dominic, his smell, his voice. She shook her head hard, trying to shake out every trace of Dom. "It's fine, Le. At least when you say you'll protect me it actually happens."

Leon sighed and kissed her on the side of the head before he stepped back and let her leave the bathroom. He couldn't believe what he had said. After how hard he and Anicka had worked to get her healthy again, he went and made a stupid slip up. And the way that he did was even worse than if he had directly talked about Dom. This way he made her relive one of the growing numbers of times she had gotten hurt as a result of Dom making decisions for her.

Los Angeles, 1996

"Well that was fast," Vince said with a smirk as he walked into the kitchen.

"No shit," Jesse laughed from his perch on a kitchen counter. "I honestly thought they might wait a few days."

"No way, I knew they'd be back in bed right away," Leon added with a mouthful of cereal.

"Shut up, guys," Mia scolded, shaking her head as she hovered over the stove. "They're adults. And they're gross. So let's just pretend everyone slept in their own bed so my mind stays blissfully free of godawful visual images."

"All of you little perverts can stop with the visual images right about now," Letty said from the doorway, hands on her hips.

Everyone looked sheepish as they were suddenly very focused on eating their breakfast. Their silence only lasted a few seconds, though, before Jesse caught Vince's eye and made a face. Before long the entire team was reduced to giggles, except for Letty who just grumbled at them and loaded two plates of food to take back up to her room.

When she got upstairs Dom was pretending to be asleep.

"Come on, I know you're awake," she said softly, sitting in bed beside him. "Besides, I brought you food. I know you won't ignore me if I have food."

Dom took the plate from her without making eye contact. They ate their breakfast in silence before he left to shower and went to the garage alone.

The sixth night he was home Dom walked quietly down the hallway to Letty's room. Every night he slept in her bed and every day he had refused to do much more than nod or offer one word answers to anyone, including her. When he reached her room his face fell: the door was locked. He tried the knob a few times, sure he could hear her sniffling softly on the other side of the door. He dropped to the floor and that's where he slept, sitting in front of her door with his head in his hands and dried tears on his cheeks.

Berlin, present

"This is the layout of the hotel," Han said, spreading a set of blueprints out on the coffee table in their hotel room. "This safe, the one in the office, is only for regular guests. The penthouse has its own safe but it isn't on any of the blueprints. There is an empty space behind the butler's quarters, though – the easier to get blueprints have it marked laundry, but the last set we got it's just a black square. That's where we think it is."

"So we're breaking in to the most heavily guarded hotel room in Berlin to break into a safe that we hope we know the location of? You fools always come up with the stupidest plans," Roman said from the doorway.

"Skeptical again?" Tej smirked beside him. "I'd think that $10 million in your bank account would have cured you of that."

Dom and Han looked up, incredulous. "How in the hell – " Dom started before Giselle cut him off.

"We needed backup. Just because you two are too cocky for your own good does not mean that I'm stupid enough not to ask for help."

"Are you serious with this?" Han asked her, "We are trying to get out of the damn country and you bring more people in?"

"Now you just let us worry about getting our asses home and tell us who exactly we are robbing," Roman said as he flopped into a chair.

Dom and Han shook their heads resignedly before Han continued. "The penthouse is rented to Kazimir Svoboda. He's a Czech national, the epitome of a criminal. He's got his hands in everything – apparently one of his teams hijacked a German military convoy a few months ago, stole some of the most advanced weapons the German army has. There wasn't a single survivor."

"He's been living in the penthouse for close to three years," Dom added, gesturing towards the blueprints. "He's a vicious, paranoid son of a bitch. But that works in our favour. If you're that paranoid, you're keeping your money where you can check on it once an hour. It's gotta be in that safe."

"So, obvious question, how do we get into the paranoid asshole's house, let alone into his safe?" Tej asked.

"Lucky break. His kids have already been excused from school for Wednesday to Friday of this week, family trip to Munich," Han explained.

"How the hell did you get his kids' school," Roman started before shaking his head. "Ya know what, I don't wanna know. You scare the shit out of me."

Los Angeles, 1996

Jesse, Leon, Mia and Vince were sprawled throughout the living room watching Trainspotting. They flinched in unison as a car door slammed in the driveway.

"Call it," Leon whispered, "Dom or Letty?"

"That much force? That's anger. That's Letty," Jesse whispered back.

"You two are sick," Mia told them, throwing popcorn at Leon.

"Bullshit. People make some dark jokes in warzones. You have to find entertainment to survive," Leon replied with a smirk. "And if tripping over your giant ass brother asleep on the floor in the hallway isn't evidence that this place is going to turn into a warzone, I don't know what is."

Before anyone could respond Letty walked in the house and slammed the door behind her. She stomped up the stairs to her room. In an instant there was another car door slammed and Dom came barrelling into the house.

"Don't you fucking run away from me," he yelled up the stairs.

"Run away from you? Get fucked, Dominic. I'm not running away from you. People run away when they're afraid and you don't fucking scare me, no matter how tough you think you are," Letty yelled from her doorway. "I just don't want you anywhere near me. So don't tell me what I'm doing wrong on a car when I'm the one who has been working in the garage for the last two years, not you. Stay away from me and stay the fuck out of my bed."

Everyone held their breath, watching Dom's whole body tense with rage. He was up the stairs in seconds. As soon as the yelling started again Vince cleared his throat.

"So, uh... ice cream. Who wants ice cream? I'll buy ice cream!" he said as everyone jumped to their feet and ran to their respective cars.

When they returned a few hours later the house was eerily silent.

"You think they killed each other?" Jesse asked, only half kidding.

"I'm not checking," Mia and Vince said at the same time.

"You're all pussies," Leon grinned, already tip toeing up the stairs. He smiled when he reached the door to Letty's room. "I think we're good, guys," he whispered.

In an instant the other three were behind him, peering cautiously over his shoulder. Dom was splayed out on the bed in his boxers, fast asleep, with Letty snoring softly on top of him in one of his shirts.

Czech Republic, present

"Letty. Letty, wake up," Leon whispered loudly, gently shaking her sleeping form.

"What the fuck time is it," she muttered without opening her eyes.

"4 am."

"Great. See you in four hours. Get out."

"Letty listen to me. I got my orders. Kazimir has the job set up for Thursday and, whatever it is, it's big enough that he wants to be there."

At this she sat up, instantly awake.

"The whole family is leaving for Munich on Wednesday and I, his ever faithful bodyguard, am keeping watch at the penthouse. This is it, kid. We're getting that money and we're getting the hell out of here."