UPON LANDING IN SOME beautiful tropical island, I noticed that there wasn't a cloud in the sky as the sun was shining lazily. A soft breeze blew swaying the palm trees as I looked out the passenger window of the 2010 Dodge Ram pickup truck that Hobbs was driving. At this point, it was all just a matter of playing a role and going with the flow.

That's what I thought until Hobbs spoke, "Take a look at the file in the glove box." My brow knitted together as I followed his instructions. Opening the glove box, I saw two large envelops. "The white one."

As I opened the white envelope, I pulled out a pile of sorted papers with photos. I knew right off the bat, that this was a profile of at least seven or eight people. The first one I noticed was of a larger man that shaved his head. I gave a soft laugh when the first person he reminded me of was my grandfather.

"That's Dominic Toretto." Hobbs explained as he glanced at what I was looking at.

My brow knitted together. "Toretto?"

"Got that right. Did a little research – turns out that you and him are cousins."

"Bullshit." I called as I glanced through the DSS file that he had on this Dominic Toretto.

"Trust me on this." He started and explained that my grandfather who migrated to the UK was brothers of Dominic's grandfather. That made sense, and I knew that Hobbs had no reason to lie to me about this. But it just made the situation a little more complicated, if it turns out that Dom valued family above all else, and this meant that him and I were family.

I shoved the photos down into the envelope and placed it in my jacket. "I'll look at it later." I muttered. Honestly, I couldn't care less whether Dom and I were cousins. This would be good information for Owen later. That is, if Hobbs was able to get this team on board.

As we arrived at a large house overlooking the ocean, we climbed out of the truck. The heat and humidity were impeccable. The first thing I did was take my jacket I had off, which showed both the hand pistols that I had in my shoulder holsters. I was thankful that I was wearing a tank top, as it let my skin breathe some as the sun continuously beat down on us. And before closing the truck door, I took the other envelope that Hobbs told me too.

We made our way up the steps of the stone house and stopped at the top of a landing. The first thing I noticed was who must have been Dominic Toretto. He wasn't as much of a mountain of a man as Hobbs is, but still was a large man. Looking at him closer, I couldn't help but admit that he did show resemblance to photos that I seen of my father's family.

"This is what a hundred million buys?" Hobbs asked, as he took his normal military stance with his arms behind his back. "It wasn't that hard to find you, Toretto."

Dom turn and looked at Hobbs and me. "I wasn't hiding." And by his tone, it was obvious that he knew exactly who Hobbs was, and was not happy that we were here knocking on his door. I watched as he placed the rachet down next to the big block engine that he was working on.

I followed Hobbs' lead as he stepped out on to the patio. "How's the life of a retired international criminal?" He asked, as we walked to stand under the pergola.

As normal, I watched as Dom looked up at Hobbs, not to mention paying attention to everything else around me. This was new territory, a new environment and as such second nature had me watching my back.

"I like it here." Dom stated plainly. "It's quiet. Nice weather, and no extradition. So, what are you doin' here, cop?"

Sighing, I was getting sick of the testosterone that was building between these two and knew just how to deal with it. I stepped forward, placed by hands on the workbench. "Last Tuesday, a team of highly co-ordinated drivers took down an entire military convey in Russia." I stated plainly. Granted, I had to hide the fact that I was kind of impressed with the fact that Owen did that, impressed but not surprised.

"And just who are you?" Dom asked as he looked me over.

"She's working with me." Hobbs answered.

I smirked, "Joslyn Toretto, your second cousin." I answered and gave a brief explanation of how we were related based on what Hobbs had told me. Even if I could care less that Dom was family, if I could use it to help Owen, than I would just do that.

I watched as Dom looked from me to Hobbs. It seemed almost like there was silent communication between the two as the information was processed. That was when Dom turned to me as he started to clean his hands with a white rag. "I don't do cold weather, Joslyn." He answered as he held his hand out to me.

Shaking his hand, I nodded, "It's Jo. And we know it wasn't you." I released his hand.

There was a beat of silence before Hobbs spoke. "But you're going to help me catch the team responsible."

As Hobbs spoke those words, I felt another person's presence come onto the patio with us. I spun around pulling both my pistols from their holders. I was pointing them at a slender blonde-haired lady who was scantly dressed in white. I didn't need to cock my pistols as I carried them locked and cocked. However, I was ready to fire, when I heard Hobbs speak.

"And you ain't gonna need that." He said, without even turning around to see the young lady who had a gun pointed at him. I watched as she lowered her gun, however I wasn't about to until Hobbs spoke. "At ease, Jo."

Nodding my head, I placed both weapons back in their holders. I could tell that there was some history between Hobbs and this lady, but it wasn't any of my business.

"You can't touch him, Hobbs." She said with a heavy Brazilian accent. "You've got no powers…"

Hobbs had interrupted her, "I'm not here to extradite anyone, Elena." He turned back to Dom, "See, he's going to come voluntarily. As a matter of fact," He paused for a moment. "He's going to beg me."

I watched as Dom frowned. I could tell that this was a man who was proud and was not one to beg for anything. Yet, one could see the curiosity that built in his eyes. That was when I handed him the large envelope.

As Dom slowly started to open the envelope, Hobbs spoke. "This was taken a week ago." He explained and singled for both of us to leave. "We'll see you out front."

It didn't take us long to make our way to Hobbs' truck. I walked up and sat on the bumper as he leaned against the truck. We were waiting on the answer as to whether Dom would take the bate or not. I knew that as soon as I got word, I would see to it that Owen got confirmation, and then somehow, I would get the files to him. He needed to know what he was up against when it came to this team.

I turned and looked at Hobbs, "You sure found his weak spot."

"We all got a weak spot." Hobbs answered, as he crossed his arms.

I gave a short laugh. "You know, when I was younger, Deckard Shaw always used to tell Owen and I, 'Every man has a to have a code.' Owen's: Precision. Mine: Discipline. See, a team is nothing but pieces you switch out until you get the job done. It's efficient. It works. But this? Dom has a weakness, he's loyal to a fault and Owen will see that. Dom's code is about family." I paused, "And that's great in the holidays, but it makes him predictable. Makes us predictable. Hobbs, in our line of work, predictable means vulnerable. And that means that Owen can reach out and break Dom and his team whenever he wants."

I could tell that Hobbs was about to answer me when we heard a heavy door opening and footsteps coming towards us. We both turned to see a very angry Dom Toretto walking towards us. "I'm going to need everything," He stated. "All the info you got." He said stopping in front of us.

"You'll get it when the team gets it." Hobbs replied, without moving a muscle.

I could tell that these two have butted heads more than once. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes as Dom shook his head. "No team. This is going to have to be me alone."

"It's not that simple. The crew we're after, they hit like thunder and disappear like smoke." Hobbs replied.

I looked Dom over, which I know he seen me do. I could help but scoff as I replied. "You go in alone, you won't ever touch them."

Hobbs nodded. "I've been chasing this guy across four continents and twelve countries, and believe me, the last damn place I want to be right now is on your front doorstep, selling Girl Scout cookies." Hobbs added. "I need your help, Dom. I need your team."