For mac-reye - because you so wanted to see Dom open the door this way.

'Angel with a Shotgun' by The Cab

Get out your guns, battles begun,

Are you a saint, or a sinner?

If loves a fight, than I shall die,

With my heart on a trigger,

They say before you start a war,

You better know what you're fighting for,

Well baby, you are all that I adore,

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be,

"You found something back there." It was a statement rather than a question, she had seen how Dom had reacted and known he must have seen something. The silence stretched out between them and for a moment Mia dared to hope that he would say it had been nothing, that there was nothing to go on, that just maybe he would let it go.

"There were burn marks on the ground." Dom said his voice only just audible over the thrum of the engine as he shifted his fingers lightly on the wheel. "The kind that could only be cause by nitro-meth. There's only one guy in all of L.A. that sells that."

"Nothing you can do is going to bring her back Dom." Mia saw the way his jaw clenched at her words, but she couldn't let his anger stop her. "If I were Letty I'd ask you, no I'd beg you. Please, let this go… before it's too late."

"It's already too late." The finality with which he spoke made any response impossible and he was glad that Mia didn't try.

"I love you." She said softly and leaned across to kiss his cheek, then Mia just sighed softly and slipped out of the car.

Dom didn't wait to see that she made it into the house, he had enough to do as it was, besides if the feds were watching Mia and/or the house the last thing she needed was for him to be seen. And as much as he hated to admit it if he stayed there was a chance Mia might just decided to come back and say something else he was really in no mood to hear.

The steady rumbled of the engine was soothing in its familiarity, as was the comfort of the wheel under his hands. Driving always helped him to think. Racing forced him to focus to live only in the moment, but ordinary driving was all left up to his subconscious. His body went through the motions while his mind was free to rove and think.

Unfortunately all he could think of was Letty, and not what he was going to do or how he should proceed. He wasn't even really sure if it was justice or revenge he was after, all he knew what that he had to do something. The most important thing in his life hand been cruelly taken from him, just snatch away with no warning. And Mia just wanted him to let it go.

That fact made him burn, because if anyone should have understood how he was feeling it was his sister. That Mia could sit there, so calm and contained in her grief, and ask him to do nothing made his insides twist and knot making it feel as if he'd just swallowed a snake. How could she ask him to do something like that?

If she were Letty, Mia had said but she wasn't. They might have grown up together, been best friends, hell the two of them had been closer than any blood sisters could have been. But sometimes it seemed as if, in spite of all that, Mia had never really known Letty at all.

His sister was sweet and loving and despite all that she had seen and lived through still held an air of innocence. She was sensible and grounded, she was a fighter but she knew when the time came to all it quits. When to admit defeat and move on. Letty had never been like that, there was no fight she would back down from or challenge she would refuse. If something or someone got in her way, if she couldn't go round them she'd just blast her way through them.

Maybe he shouldn't have left her, risk of capture or not, if they had been together he would have been able to safe. Safe, alive and his. If he'd just been with Letty it would have been fine because he would have done anything to protect her. He'd have happily taken on both heaven and hell for her because he, who hadn't entered a church with religion aforethought since his father had died, had worshiped Leticia Ortiz.

The lights of the city flashed by as the Chevrolet Camaro speed along the mostly empty streets; there was always some traffic in the city of Lost Angels no matter what the time. Mia said if she were Letty she'd have asked him to let it go, but if she were really Letty such a request would never have entered her head, never mind slipped past her lips.

Letty had been his wild warrior woman. She wouldn't have asked him to just turn his back and walk away, to just give up and let it all go. On the contrary, she would have ridden to war at his side, guns blazing and the light of battle in her eyes.

He could still remember one time when he had got into with Tran, a serious show down, so bad that he had ordered everyone else to head home and leave him to deal with Tran alone. They hadn't been happy about it, Vince had been growling under his breath and Letty had sworn a blue streak but they had gone because he had asked them too. Turned out that was just what Tran had been planing on, and had been only to happy to inform Dom that Lance and a few other members of Johnny's little gang where also heading for the fort.

Dom could remember the fear that had gripped as he fanatically climbed behind the wheel of his car and headed for home and the trap he had sent his family into. The Mazda had seemed to crawl along the roads, and it had felt like forever before the house came into view, though in reality it had only been ten minuets. The house had seemed far too quiet as he left the car abandoned on the sidewalk and literally ran to the house. He had yanked the front door open and skidded to a halt as he came face to face with the business end of a shotgun.

Later he found out that Letty had given Lance the same warm welcome and that the gangster wanna be had taken one look at Letty, unblinking and smiling like a shark, and run for the hills. The rest of Tran's crew hot on his heels. They had practically fallen over each other to get away from her.

And Mia said that if she were Letty she'd ask him to walk away. No, he would find out who was responsible for taking the life of the most amazing woman he had ever known. He would find the ones to blame and then he would rain fire and brimstone down upon them. Hell, Dom could admit the truth even if he could never confess it to another living soul, he wouldn't just fight for Letty for her would start an all out war.

She had survived him leaving her, had come back to L.A picked up the pieces of her life and made something of it. But he didn't how to survive loosing her, wasn't even sure if he could. Mia wanted him to let go, to leave it be and move on, but he couldn't. Letty had made him the best that he could be, all that he could be and he simply wasn't capable of letting go.

Their relationship had been crazy and wild, and far too intense to be healthy for either one of them. She had loved him with everything she had, heart, body and soul and in return he had made her his whole world. An object of passion and dependents that, perhaps he should have known, could only result in abject destruction. But ass long as he had her he had everything he needed. Then someone had taken her from him, and not even for the sake of his sister could he turn his back and walk away.

He would start a war if that was what it would take to bring the bastards down. He'd start a war and he'd see it through to the bitter end. He'd do it for her. For Leticia Ortiz, his angel with a shotgun.

(A/N) I'm sorry but I just love to write angst and the moment I heard this song… I could just see Dom, holding the gun ready to take on the whole world for his woman. Course then Letty popped into my head grousing that she wanted a gun too, so I just had to let her have one. You guys are just the best.

Lamanth xx