Brian walked out of the warehouse at the same time Tuck and FDR pulled up. He slipped into the passenger seat Tuck had left open and winced when both men turned to look at him. "Smith got away," both Tuck and FDR nodded, they figured he had already left by the time Brian took care of the two thugs. Tuck leaned forward to cut Brian sleeve off his shirt and placed a heavy piece of gauze on it. "We know he will be with Reyes now at least."

"Which means Dom might get his driving partner after all," FDR said with a grin.

"It won't bother you?" Brian asked curiously.

"That why you didn't agree mate? You worried about what we will think of you?"

Brian nodded, he knew from the minute Dom asked that he wanted to do it, but he was worried about Tuck and FDR's reactions to him doing something so criminal, and doing it well. Because there was no doubt in Brian's mind that he could pull something like that off. "It's stealing drug money," he pointed out.

Both men shrugged, "it's not a big deal Brian," FDR told him. "They are your family, of course we should help."

Brian grinned largely, "our family," he told them.

Tuck nodded, "we are in this thing together mate, you decide tomorrow you want to retire from the CIA become an international criminal, we are there too. I'm sure it could be just as exciting," Tuck smirked.

Brian laughed, "I wasn't thinking about retiring for a life of crime just yet, just one job with the team for old time's sake."

FDR pulled out Dom's phone and clicked on the name Vince, he listened as the phone rang.

"Hello," the voice of Hobbs rang out through the phone.

"Shit," FDR said. "Hobbs listen its Foster, Reyes knows your location he is going to hit you and your team."

Hobbs snorted, "Nice try Foster, there's no saving these three from going to jail for your little pet blonde."

FDR tried to talk more sense into the man, but he was already off the phone. Brian grabbed Dom's phone and typed Vince's number into his own to get a location. FDR threw the car into park quickly and got out; Brian made a mad dash for the driver side and took off. Tuck started loading their guns in the backseat, knowing they were possibly going into a fire fight.

When they caught up to Hobbs it was too late, the armored vehicles were already on their sides, most of Hobbs' team had been killed, and the man himself was laying on the ground surrounded by guns. Brian could see Dom's face pressed up against the window of the vehicle they were in. He walked past it quickly, and FDR, Tuck and him moved to remove the threat from Hobbs.

Dom, Leon, and Vince both watched in quiet amazement as all three men went charging into the fight quickly and skillfully. Dom knew after all the discussions about their job that they had to be good at what they do, but he wasn't expecting anything like he saw. They way they took out all of the men surrounding Hobbs, then started working on the thugs that were stationed close by and on roof tops. Jumping onto cars, diving out of the way of bullets, and then the way they finished it. Standing shoulder to shoulder working as one, taking shots, not having to ask for a mag, just being wordlessly passed one by one of the others. Dom knew then without a doubt that Brian was made for that kind of life, he was made for them, and them him. He was exactly where he should be, and it lessened a tightness in Dom's chest that he had been unknowingly carrying around since the day he left Brian standing alone by those tracks.

There wasn't man left standing when they were finished, Brian tucked his gun into his back holster and looked at the other two men. He jerked his head at Hobbs and they both nodded. Tuck pulled Brian into a heavy kiss first, and Brian returned it. Once Tuck pulled away FDR stepped into Brian's space and did the same. Brian grinned at both of them when FDR pulled back to kiss Tuck. He walked over to the vehicle they were in and opened the back, "glad to see me?" He asked them with a smirk.

"Yes," Vince answered honestly surprising everyone. "I'm happy as hell to see you Brian."

Brian grinned and held his hand out to the cop sitting in the front seat, "give me the keys," he told her firmly.

When she didn't move Brian sighed, "Look I may be a lot of bad things but I still like to think of myself as a gentleman, so don't make come over and snatch them out of your hands."

The woman nodded and handed them over to Brian, he took them and started to unlock all three men's hands. "You three can ride with me, Tuck and FDR will take care of Hobbs."

They all nodded and walked over to the spot Brian had parked his car in. When they were safety in the car Dom looked over at Brian, "you okay?"

Brian nodded his head, "need another set of stitches but nothing new."

Leon leaned up from the backseat, "how did you get captured anyways?"

Brian grinned, "It was clear from the moment I stepped into the building they were going to take me, I could have left. Sometimes it's best to let your enemy think they have the upper hand, more likely to talk. It's why I let him put the knife in my shoulder in the first place. He got a little cocky after that, telling me all about his plan and shit."

"Crazy ass," Dom snorted.

Brian laughed, "You can call the team and tell them to head back to the warehouse now. Reyes won't openly attack you again, and Hobbs," Brian winced, "is a little short on team members now, not much of a threat anymore."

Dom nodded and sent off a text to Han while Brian drove, he reached over and pulled the cut section of Brian's shirt back to look at his stab wound and let out a hiss. "You're bleeding a lot," he told Brian when he saw the once white gaze was a dark heavy red.

Brian nodded, "I know, starting to get a bit dizzy actually."

"Pull over," Dom told him, and was surprised when Brian did so without argument. Vince stepped out of his side and grabbed on to Brian's arm to guide him to the passenger seat.

"Wow," Brian said. "You really must have been happy to see me."

Vince snorted, "More like I don't want you falling on my watch and have those two trigger happy demons of yours kill me."

Brian laughed loudly, "Tuck is the only trigger happy one, it's why he always needs an extra mag. He always forgets it though, but FDR packs extra mags. He packs an extra for himself, and one for Tuck, and whatever you call a backup mag for the backup mag."

"And you?" Dom asked Brian while starting back up the car.

Brian looked over at Dom seriously, "I never forget an extra mag."