Brian led the two sources of authority into the living room and gestured for them to take a seat on the couch. His heart was beating far quicker than it should be and his one immediate thought was not to find out what so called 'interesting' information they had, but it was Erin's well-being instead. The longer he left her; the longer she'd worry. The thought of her hurting just to worry about him was unbearable.

"I need to go down to the basement," He said honestly, "I'll be back in a minute."

Without even waiting for a response, he left the room and made his way to where Erin was still in hiding. As he walked through the kitchen, her sobs were audible.

"Erin!" He exclaimed, automatically reaching for the door handle and turning it sharply. It didn't open, obviously, as she'd had plenty of sense to lock it behind her. "Erin?" He called again, placing both hands on the door. "It's Brian. We're safe."

Her sobs ceased and the door made a loud click as the lock released. It swung open and before he could say anything else, a body launched at him and caught him in a vice-like embrace.

"Who…?" Was all she said, her voice muffled from speaking into his chest.

Brian smoothed her hair with one of his hands and let the other fall at her waist. Her grip wasn't very easy on his injured torso, but he'd just grit his teeth for a few moments. "It was just the police. They're in the living room but I wanted to get you."

She nodded slowly, pulling away and looking up into his eyes. "What do they want, Bri?"

He shrugged, reaching forward to shut the door before taking a step back where he originally came from. "I have no idea. They say they have some information."

"About your attack?" Erin asked, remaining stationary. "Are you sure they're definitely the police?"

"I don't have any reason to believe otherwise." He said, shrugging once again. "We shouldn't keep them waiting."

Erin didn't wait for Brian to start walking back through the house, she just took the lead and grabbed his hand to pull him after her. She held her head high and brushed her eyes with her hand to ensure all tears were gone, even though it was clearly obvious she had been crying. When she stepped into the living room, she didn't have any reason to believe they weren't genuine police either.

"Sorry about that," Brian said with a confident smile, easing himself down onto a seat opposite them. "I just had to… well, it doesn't really matter."

One of the officers nodded, pulling out a pad of paper and flipping the pages over. "That's fine. We just came down here as this morning at around 4 A.M, Mr Dominic Toretto was arrested and is currently been held at the station in connection with a number of offences. We were aware of his link to your case and decided that we should let you know so you can come to the station with us and hopefully get some answers."

Brian's mouth was open slightly, whilst Erin looked slightly confused; she still hadn't been told the specifics of what had happened and so had absolutely no idea of who this 'Dominic' guy was.

"Oh." Brian said finally, nodding and running a hand through his hair. He squinted his eyes to look at the officers and shook his head slightly. "Has he been questioned at all?"

"Not regarding your case, no." One of the officers replied. "Are you willing to come to the station with us?"

"Of course." Brian agreed. "Can Erin come too?" He asked, looking towards the woman who was still standing behind the chairs.

"Yes." The officer said, tucking the notepad away in a packet. "I just want to make you aware that

You may not be able to speak to Mr Toretto directly straight away, we need to question him first."

Brian nodded, "That's fine. I'm happy to help in anyway possible too."

Both of the officers stood up, almost in unison, and walked towards the door. "Follow us then, please."