Author's Note: I know! I wrote the second chapter to this so fast but I was inspired! I have the next chapter or so plotted out too. I do plan to eventually bring Brian and some other players back in and loosely follow some of the plot from Fast Five. (BTW I've only seen it once so I'm a bit shoddy on details. Also Reyes didn't have a first name that I could find so I made up one for him)

It was two days later when Mia and Letty disembarked from a red-eye flight in Rio de Janeiro. Mia wheeled her bag along behind her, lifting a hand to cover the wide yawn that stretched her jaw. Her eyes felt gritty and her back ached. She badly wanted a cup of coffee and a shower, and to sleep in a real bed.

As they approached the pick-up area she was startled by a sharp whistle, and then Letty tugged at her arm and pointed.

At the bottom of the escalator was a familiar, grinning face.

Vince.

It had been years since she'd seen him, and Mia didn't have to fake the smile that stretched across her mouth in return.

Before she knew it she'd closed the distance into his arms and was hugging him tight, laughter welling up in her chest.

He still smelled like motor oil. And his beard was scratchy against her cheek as he held her close.

After a minute he released her and drew Letty into his arms, murmuring something to the other woman that Mia couldn't hear. But Letty only gave a small smile and a nod in reply.

Vince took hold of Mia's bag.

"You got more?"

"No, Letty helped me pack light," she replied. It seemed too much of a hassle to check baggage.

"No worries, we got a washer and everything at home,' he told them, ushering them out the door to where his car was waiting. An old black Jeep. Definitely a far cry from his street racing days.

Vince threw the bags in the back and Mia squeezed in the back out of concession for Letty's queasy stomach. He got in the driver's seat and pulled out of the airport parking lot into some of the worst traffic Mia had seen since leaving LA the night before.

"Wow, there's a lot of people aren't there?" she asked, looking around with wide eyes.

"Lots of people and shit infrastructure," Vince replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Same shit, different place, mostly."

"So what the hell you been doing here man?" Letty asked.

"Laying low, mostly," he said, easing them in between an SUV and a lowered El Camino. "I got work in a local garage. Got married last year. We got a kid."

Mia's mouth went wide with surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. You'll like Rosa, my wife," he said.

"And your kid?" Letty asked.

"He's a little over a year old now. Nico." He grinned.

"You named him after Dom?" Mia guessed, then smiled, fond. Vince and her brother had always been close. They'd had a bond, since childhood.

"Yeah," Vince nodded. "We saw him a while back I guess…" he sounded apologetic for a minute. "When he was on his way to the DR."

"Letty was there with him," Mia said, when the other woman didn't respond. "She's only been back in LA for a month or so."

"Heard something about gas truck's losing their loads," Vince said. "That you guys?"

Letty shrugged and looked out the window as he turned off the highway. "Yeah. And a few others."

"Where's Dom now?" he asked. The traffic eased up as they drove out of the city center and into the hills. But the roads were worse and the signs of poverty seemed more prevalent.

"No idea," Letty's reply was flat. She was still angry at him. "I don't really want to talk about him."

"He must have fucked up big time," Vince said. Besides Mia, he'd been there for all the ups and downs of Dom and Letty. From the first time they started going out to that last, disastrous job they'd pulled in California.

Mia asked more about his life in Brazil, and Vince filled them in on the last couple of years, the vibrant people, the family he'd become a part of once he'd met Rosa. He talked about the local people suffering under the heel of the local crimelord, and how the government and the police were dirty and corrupt.

"I want to help them, you know," he said, turning down a narrow street that was bumpy with potholes. "But I'm just one guy. Just trying to make it through each day and provide for my family."

"Sometimes that's all you can do, man," Letty offered, clapping him on the shoulder.

He pulled the Jeep up alongside a little house with blue walls and open-air windows. Laundry was strung out between it and the one next door, blankets and towels flapping in the breeze. Letty and Mia climbed out as an older woman came around from the back, carrying a baby. She was speaking Portuguese and Vince replied, kissing her cheek and taking the kid from her.

He didn't look too much like Vince, except maybe a bit fairer than who Mia assumed was his grandmother.

"This is Rosa's mother, Francisca," he said, then motioned to Letty and Mia, introducing them. "Come on in."

They followed him into the house. Fans were stirring the warm air around. A big screen television on one wall was playing a soccer game. Two men and a teenage boy sat on a couch watching, beers sweating in their hands as they shouted at the television.

"Rosa's brother Carlos, her nephew Benicio and her brother in law Cesar. They live next door, but we have dish so.." he left the explanation hanging as a woman came out of the next room. She was lovely and had a warm smile. She greeted Vince with a kiss and took the baby from him.

"It's lovely to meet you," she said when Vince introduced them.

"Thanks so much for having us," Mia told the woman.

"Let me show you where to put your things." Vince took them up a narrow staircase and showed them to a room. There was a single full-sized bed and a dresser that looked like it had been refinished. An oval mirror hung above it. "Hope you don't mind sharing."

"It's fine," Mia said, as Letty put her bag down on the neatly-made bed. "Thank you."

"Bathroom is the next door over and Rosa and I and the baby are at the end of the hall. She's been cooking all day so once you get settled in come down and have something to eat."

He smiled then and hugged them both before he went downstairs again.

Sighing, Mia sat down on the bed. "I can't believe Vince is married…" she murmured. "And has a kid.."

"He wasn't going to wait around for you forever," Letty teased, pulling some clothes out of her bag. "I'm gonna grab a shower."

"Yeah okay," Mia said. "Maybe I'll just take a quick nap… wake me up when you're out."

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"So why haven't you taken Rosa back to the US?" Mia asked Vince after dinner the following night.

It was just after sunset and the three of them were on the back patio. The sounds of the household, Rosa getting Nico ready for bed and cleaning up the kitchen, drifted out through the open door.

"Ain't nothing for me there anymore, Mi," he said, raising his beer to his lips. "No offense."

"No," she said. "I've been feeling the same way recently."

"Besides, this is where Rosa's family is. This place is her home. She doesn't want to leave. She just wants things to be better."

"And what would make things better?" Letty asked from where she sat, sprawled in an old plastic chair.

"Getting rid of Hernando Reyes," came Rosa's voice from the doorway. "He controls everything in the Favelas. Water, electricity, the men who come to collect the trash. The prices go up and if you can't pay, you can't have any of it."

Vince cut his wife a look but she shook her head.

"People are afraid to even talk against him," she explained, sitting in an empty chair. "But people are getting tired too. Tired of giving every cent they own for the necessities of life."

"What about the government?" Mia asked.

Vince snorted a laugh, unamused. "It's not like back home. The government doesn't provide any of that stuff, not for the people who live out here."

"So they only provide that for some of the people?" Mia furrowed her brows.

"If you live closer to the city center the infrastructure exists. But everything out here is just kind of what people cobbled together and tacked on. The power grid wasn't built to handle all of it, so it results in blackouts, and water systems didn't exist until enterprising businessmen like Reyes funded them."

"So he did a good thing?" Mia asked.

"Some people think so," Vince agreed. "But he did a good thing with bad intentions. And now he's making more wealth off the backs of the poorest people in Rio de Janeiro."

"What are the people doing about it?" Letty asked.

"It's not like they have many options," Vince said with a shrug. "If you refuse to pay at best you lose your power and water and have to find alternatives."

"The government knows Reyes is a problem," Rosa said. "But they lack the ability to do anything about him. Half of the police are on his payroll, and the cops who try to stand up for the people tend to disappear."

"A true crime lord," Letty said. "They always find a way."

"What would really help the people would be to get rid of him," Vince said. "But that's no easy task."

"He has resources," Rosa said. "And even police and private guards on his side."

"You have people though," Letty told her. "Don't underestimate the power of that."

"Vince thinks you can help us somehow.."

"Maybe," Letty said, flicking a look of censure at Mia when the other woman opened her mouth. "But just us won't be enough. And we'll need a hell of a plan."

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Letty was bent over the hood of Vince's Jeep, cursing under her breath at the state of his engine while the afternoon sun sweltered in the hazy sky. All around her was the noise of the city, of the Favela, of the people who lived and worked and played here.

A pair of children ran by, barefoot across the dirt road, stomping through a day-old puddle that was barely muck anymore.

"V, man what the hell?" she groused over her shoulder. "You keep this thing running on spit and chewing gum?"

He laughed and slid out from under the car. "Didn't even run when I bought her," he said, reaching for a rag to wipe his hands on. He tucked it into his pocket as he stood, then went over to take a look at what Letty was working on.

"The radiator is shit," she said. "This thing is gonna overheat next time you go uphill."

"I've been looking for a replacement," he said. "Might have a lead on one."

"That will help," she agreed, straightening up.

They both lifted their heads at the distinctive sound of an engine approaching. Vince stepped forward at the sight of the matte black Charger rolling down the dirt road.

"Wel-ellll," Vince shouted. "Look who it is if not the head dog himself!" Laughing, he walked towards where Dom pulled up the car and got out. The two men greeted one another with smiles and a fierce hug.

"What the hell are you doing here, man?" Vince asked, but Dom wasn't looking at him any longer. He was staring across the Jeep at Letty who was looking back, her own face impassive. Vince took that as a sign to get lost.

"I'll go tell Mia you're here," he said, heading into the house.

Letty closed the hood of the Jeep firmly when they were left alone.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Dom came closer, but wisely didn't close the distance between them, even if she could tell he kind of desperately wanted to.

"Mia called me," he told her.

She rolled her eyes. "Great. So what made you suddenly change your mind? I thought being around you was "too dangerous" Dom?"

"It is," he said, his eyes snagging on the cross she still wore around her neck. "It has been but I couldn't stay away…" He laid his hand against the side of the Jeep, moving a couple steps closer. "Mia told me about…" he gestured to her still-flat stomach.

Letty narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh," she said flatly. "So that's why you're here." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Well let me clue you in on something, Dom. You lost the chance to have any say about what I do with my life when you walked out of that house while I was asleep."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, frowning.

"It means, you don't get to walk away from me and then show back up because you want to play Daddy," she hissed at him under her breath. "Shouldn't I have been enough?" she asked.

Dom opened his mouth to respond when Mia came running out of the house, a smile on her lips. She threw herself into his arms and he held her close, watching as Letty turned and stalked back inside past Vince at the doorway.

Mia pulled back, looking at Dom and then at her friend's retreating back. "She's pretty mad," she said. "You're going to have to do a lot of groveling."

"Mia," he frowned. "She's mad at you too. For telling me about the baby."

"Oh about that," Mia whispered. "She won't let me tell anyone else, so Vince and Rosa don't know, okay?" She said. "I think she just needs… time to process things."

"You mean she's ignoring the problem until she's forced to deal with it." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"And there's something else," she said. "We kind of promised Vince and Rosa we'd help them out here. Honestly, I'm glad you showed up. Because we need a lot more help."

"Help with what? Fixing cars?" He went back to the charger and pulled out a duffle bag.

"More like… taking out a crime boss…?" she ventured.

Dom froze. "Mia you can't be serious."

"But Vince thinks that at the other end of it there will be a very big payday for everyone," she told him. "The kind of money that would let you comfortably settle down… say somewhere without extradition," she nudged him. "How does that sound?"

"Hmm… well, it could be promising," he said. "Only one problem. How do we keep Letty out of it?"

"Yeah, fat chance with that one…"