A/N: Short, but juicy.

Chapter 10: Por La Amor de Familia

Shibuya City, Tokyo, 11:22PM

Engines revved, lights flashed, and the bass from a least a dozen cars pumped through the night air. Dozens of racers and racerchasers were out and about. The lights of Shibuya City were bright and advertised hundreds of different products that could be bought at any store on any street in the packed city.

Dom and Brian stood in front of Brian's muscle car, watching their surroundings, on high alert. Any and everyone that moved close to them was suspected of being a cop. Tej and Roman, with his takeout dinner, were on opposite sides of the crowd, conversing with those that spoke English while keeping their eyes open for Hobbs. Leo and Santos sat in their respective cars, providing backup if necessary.

While Han sat on the hood of his car, eating from a bag of teryaki-flavored beef jerky. Gisele sat next to him, appearing uninterested but her military-trained eyes scanned the crowd, also alert.

"Male to your right, three o'clock. All black." Gisele said to Han, leaning over to reach into his bag for the chewy snack.

"No. Too friendly-looking." Han replied.

As if on cue, two black Lincoln Navigators pulled up. Out hopped Hobbs and six other men and women. Their faces were stone and brick, giving them a harsh appearance. The crowd parted for them, no doubt feeling the cold presence of lawful authority. Hobbs headed straight for Dom and Brian, flanked by two of his best men.

"Dominic Toretto." Hobbs announced in greeting.

"Luke Hobbs." Dom said, crossing his arms. "Let's get this over with."

"Not one for foreplay, I see." Hobbs tried to joke.

"No sense if getting her ready if she's just gonna use me." Dom quipped.

Hobbs chuckled and reached his arm behind him, palm up. "Right. Sandoval, the files."

The gorgeous honey-blonde woman that flanked his right placed three DEA folders into his hand. Her eyes never left the sight of the infamous Dominic Toretto. Once in his hand, Hobbs handed the files over to Dom.

"What are these?"

"These are the files of three fugitives that I need your help in finding."

Dom opened one of the file folders, handing the other two to Brian who opened one as well.

"A hacker?"

"Not just any hacker. That son of a bitch is Alexander Santos. The only man who has ever been able to hack into the DEA database. The other two idiots, Dean Cavanaugh and Manuel Ortiz are his college roommates who are along for the ride."

A smirk graced Dom's face. "College roommates?"

"Santos and Cavanaugh are seniors at the University of Oxford and Ortiz is a junior."

"So, a Greek, an Irishman and a Latino hack into the DEA computer system-." Rome started and lifted lo mein noodles with chopsticks from his red takeout container.

Tej chuckled. "Remind me to hear the rest of the joke later."

Rome nodded as he chewed happily.

"How long was he able to remain in the system?" Brian questioned.

"He was in the system for thirty-two seconds and managed to get into three of the hardest files to crack."

"Confiscated items." Brian commented. He flipped a page up in the file to read more about Cavanaugh.

With Santos' hacking talents, Cavanaugh's ability to hotwire anything with wheels, and Ortiz' two years of army service, the three boys seemed to be unstoppable.

"They have a list of thousands of valuable means of transportation. Cars, 'copters, et cetera. Jewelry items and-."

"Money."

"Exactly. Every single red cent of money that's been confiscated from drug busts, raids, and even foreign accounts kept by embezzlers." Hobbs finished.

"So, why come to us?"

"I hate to admit this but you guys are the best and smartest fugitives I know. I figured with a little quid pro quo, I'd be able to persuade you to-."

"Find your criminals for you so you can get all the glory."

"And you can get the opportunity to actually enter the United States without getting arrested." Sandoval interjected.

For the first time since their conversation started, Dom glanced at the small, Hispanic woman. He couldn't help but see the resemblance between her and Elena. She was about an inch taller than his ex-lover, but the fiery look in her eyes was the same. Sandoval was determined and honest and had something to prove.

"So we're all pardoned if we help you catch these three idiots?" Han questioned.

"That's the deal." Hobbs replied. He put his hand out.

Dom looked at Brian and the rest of his team. Brian nodded at him. He looked at Hobbs, firmly, before shaking his hand.

As Hobbs and his team started back towards their vehicles, Tej called out to them.

"Yo, Hobbs! If we don't find them, what then?" He asked.

Hobbs chuckled and kept walking. "That's not really an option for you, now is it?" He yelled over his shoulder before hopping into his truck.

Undisclosed Warehouse, Tokyo, 12:22AM

When Dom entered the bedroom, Letty was still awake, sitting on their bed. Her nose were red, matching her puffy cried-out eyes. A prison-issued box labeled "LETTY" in black marker, sat in front of her. A picture was in her hand and she sniffed, wiping her nose with her long-sleeved shirt. When she noticed the presence of someone, barely a second past before the sound of guns cocked and twin 9mm Heckler & Koch USP Match handguns were being pointed at the intruder.

"Whoa! Whoa there, Tomb Raider. It's just me." Dom said, with his hands up in surrender. Letty let out a sob of relief and she jumped off of the bed, running to Dom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, guns still in her hand. Dom hugged her tightly for a few moments, before pulling back, his hands on her waist.

"Where the hell did you learn that? And where the hell did you get these?"

"Let's just say I learned a lot when I was in Germany. And I've had these since then." Letty replied, with a smile on her face. He allowed Dom to take one of the USPs from her hand, carefully weighing the forged metal in his hands.

"Nice." He noticed the cursive 'L' on the custom-made, stainless ambi-slide. "A gift?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Letty said, engaging the safety on the USP in her hand. Dom did the same. He leaned down, his empy hand on firmly on the side of her neck, and kissed her solidly.

Coming up for air, they kept their foreheads touching. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Letty."

"Find someone new." Letty whispered back.

"Way to ruin the mood." He chuckled, squeezing her behind, through her black Adidas sweatpants. "Come on. We've got work to do."

Following Dom down the stairs towards the training room, Letty noticed the team mulling over papers that had been spread out over the large, circular table. Brian had coaxed Mia out of her sleep to help as well.

"What's going on?" Letty asked.

"We're trying to find three college kids."

Brian held up a picture. "Alexander Santos."

Han held up another. "Dean Cavanaugh."

Letty leaned over Roman's shoulder. "And-."

"Manny." Letty breathed out, cutting Rome off. Her face paled and she looked up at Dom.

"Yeah. You know him?"

"Of course... He's my little cousin." Letty responded.

Up Next: More investigative work and Letty's explanation.