Prologue:

San Quintín, Mexico

Around two years ago, Dom would've never dreamed that this would be where his family ended up. Fresh on the run in Mexico with his family and his heart twenty kinds of broken, he never thought they would get to go home. They're all sitting on wooden porch chairs looking out to the ocean in the back yard, throwing looks at the papers innocently laying on the table between them all. Drinks absentmindedly being raised to lips as they're all lost in their own thoughts. Earlier today, an FBI agent had come down to their door with pardons in hand for all of them, saying someone they knew had struck a deal to clear their records. They hadn't been told who it was and the agent had left as soon as saying his piece. Dom and Vince had gone to a lawyer to get them checked and they had actually been legit.

"Dominic!"

Heads snapped up, looking towards the backdoor leading into the kitchen as Jesse's voice echoed out from the house. He usually only yelled out Dom's full name when he was panicking, or felt he had fucked up in some way. The last time Dom had heard that tone was on the side walk in front of 1327 Echo Park after Jesse had put down the pink slip to the Jetta against Johnny Tran at Race Wars and lost, only to make a run for it and show up at the house the next day. The Trans had shown up on motorcycles and semi-automatic guns. It had seemed like a close call at the time but Jesse had only been shot in the arm twice; the buster had saved Jesse life by tackling him at the right time.

The 25-year-old burst through the doors with a laptop in hand and just barely skidded to a stop in front of the rest of the team as stuttered out something indecipherable. He was all healed up now but the image of him shot and injured was fresh in everyone's mind. Jesse was the baby of the family, the youngest, so they were all more protective of him.

"Whoa there, Jess, what's got you in such a hurry?" Mia asked worriedly as she straightened up in Vince's lap. She had given up med school and moved with the rest of the team when they left L.A in such a hurry not wanting to stick around if the cops having a change of heart. It was in Mexico, on the run, that Vince had finally gathered the balls to ask her out nicely, realizing that flaunting race bunnies in her face was only pushing her away, not making her jealous. That was when the rest of the team had found out that she and Brian had never been together but were only close friends. In fact, Brian had only flirted with Mia when she asked him to so Vince would stop taking her for granted. Dom blatantly ignored the part where she had been looking directly at him with a knowing expression when she confessed.

"I found him. I found Brian." Wide smiles broke out on everyone's faces at Jesse's exclamation; Brian had saved all their asses back in L.A. and he was family. All of them were still pissed at him but he had done too much for them to not be family. They'd been looking for the buster ever since Jess had found out that Brian had lost his job over letting them go, letting Dom go. Brian was already in the wind because Dom had just left him there next to the wrecked Charger with no keys to anything. The only reason Dom had even left him behind was because he thought Brian would have been able to bullshit his way out of trouble like he had so many times before; they had never thought that he would be fired or charged with aiding and abetting, because of course the buster couldn't do anything by halves, or else Dom would have dragged the blonde's ass into the Supra and floored it across the border before he could even think to protest.

What was even with the warrant, because apparently Dom the rest hadn't even been fugitives like they had thought. Hell, that was only reason they had all run, but no, Brian had taken care of that, as if they hadn't owed the blonde enough. There hadn't been any prints on the Hondas since they were all wiped clean and the truck driver wasn't going to talk after he plugged holes in a guy; vigilante justice was frowned upon. And Vince…Brian had used his pull as a police officer while he still had it to get him priority treatment, and even if Dom wanted to hate him for being a cop, how the fuck could he do it when Brian used it to do things like that? And then to just throw it all away, to give him the keys and let him run…Dom thought he had to've known what would happen, even if no one in the family had known, even if Dom hadn't known.

The fact that he did it anyway told Dom everything he needed to know about Brian O'Conner. He was family.

He is family.

"You really found him?" Letty asked as she leaned forward in her seat, the bottle of Corona being put down on the ground absentmindedly. They weren't together anymore. Dom guessed he had always known that was going to happen sooner or later. She would figure out that he wasn't what she wanted; he just didn't know if she figured it out before or after he figured out the same about her. They hadn't been in love for a long time, long before Brian had come into the picture, just going through the motions and sleeping together. Dom had put up with her shit like always but his heart hadn't been in it. He could forget about why they had finally broken up for good a couple weeks before everything came crashing down around them, when Letty had accused him of wanting to spend more time with Brian than her. She ad probably expected a denial and a fight with some angry sex after, instead of the calm agreement he had given her, though at the time he had meant it in a more platonic way rather than the romantic she had taken it as. Dom had been done with trying to fix whatever was left of their relationship.

A part of Dom had wanted to blame Brian for that, as well the failed heist and all the injuries and near deaths that had come from it, even Jesse's brush with death. Because, somewhere after Mia's explanation he realized he'd figured it out. The way the crazy blue eyes had flashed after that first race despite losing, the way he had grinned, cheeks red and blonde curls wildly whipping around he face when he'd smoked that Lambo on the Supra's test run; the way those lean, wiry muscles rolled smoothly under the tan skin when garage was too damn hot for shirts, when they had finally convinced the blonde to take his off anyway.

Dom had figured out what he wanted. He'd just figured it out to late.

"Yeah, he's in Miami. He works at a place called 'Tej's Garage' as a mechanic." Jesse proclaimed as he squinted down at the laptop screen and double checked, like he could believe he had actually found Brian.

"Ha, Buster became a gearhead." Vince chuckled.

"How'd ya find him Jess?" Leon asked, barking out a laugh at Vince's words.

"I called a friend of mine and he put a picture of Bri through this program he made called God's Eye. You're not gonna believe this but Brian goes by the name Bullitt, apparently he's the King of the Streets in Miami." A smirk crawled its way up on Jesse's face as he broke the news to the rest of team, looking at Dom in particular as he said this. He got a raised eyebrow and a matching smirk in return as Dom sipped on a Corona, amusement filling his dark eyes as the rest of the team made their own amusement apparent.

"Is that right? Well, I think it's time to pay our buster a little visit." Dom contemplated as he sipped his corona, the rest of the team murmuring their agreement. Jesse looked a bit nervous as he coughed, bringing the teams attention to him once more.

"That's… not all" he nervously eyed the two Toretto's, sure that this was going ignite the famous Italian temper.

"What is it?" Mia asked, narrowing her eyes at the youngest member of the family. She knew that tone, they all knew that tone, last time Jesse used it, he hacked into a satellite.

"Brian got involved with a kingpin, Carter Verone" Jesse stated with a wince, rushing into an explanation at the loud exclamations his statement brought forth. "When he ran from L.A, Bri ended up in Miami and raced there, became King of the Streets, but the cops caught up to him at one of the races. FBI and Customs. He did a job for them to clear his record, his friends record and all of ours as well. That's where our pardons came from. He and his partner had to go undercover for a local kingpin, Carter Verone, and link him to his money for the Feds. Brian finished the job, he's the reason we're free."

Dom pinched the bridge of his nose as he staved off a headache, leaning back into the wooden lawn chair as he and the rest of the team tried to process the new information. Apparently, they had the buster to thank for a lot more than they had previously thought.