A/N: Hey guys this is technically the end of the story, but I'm feeling a short epilogue in the not so distant future. Let me know what you think!
"So what do you have for me?" Dom asked his brother-in-law a few days later. They had agreed to meet in Dom's office.
"We actually couldn't find anything on Claude Labada before 2010."
"Weird", the larger man commented casually.
"We did some digging and found his birth name."
"Which was?"
"Owen Shaw", Brian answered. "The odd thing is that normally when someone changes their name all their paperwork stays in the same file. This man made a new profile completely. Many of his documents seem almost perfectly falsified, almost as if he were hiding something."
"Yeah, his impulse of taking advantage of women." Dom answered bitterly.
"He's British, so it took a few days to get the records on Shaw. That's when we hit the jackpot."
"What do you mean?"
"Read this." Brian said with a smirk as he handed Dom a thick manila folder. He took a moment to skim the documents in his hands.
"Warrants?"
"Our boy's a runner. He's wanted on two counts of theft after fleeing a job he did with his older brother Ian who is currently serving a twenty-year sentence in Wakefield."
"Wakefield?"
"It's the largest maximum security prison in England. Big bro was considered a flight risk. Our boy was also wanted on three counts of forgery. His skills are actually very impressive. I'm surprised he made such a stupid mistake."
"But now he's a therapist in LA? Is that even legit?"
"We do have a license on file. It could be something that he got once he changed his identity, or he forged it. We would have to look into the school records to confirm that. He's evidently an able man. I wouldn't put it past him."
"How could someone get away with something like that for this long?"
"Some people slip through the cracks. It takes skill to be a good con artist. This man did an amazing job covering up his tracks. For all we know he could have more Alias' here in the United States or in other countries. His brother was convicted in 2006, so there's a four year gap in his records."
"This is insane. Something tells me he isn't really a doc."
"Has Letty expressed concerns?"
"Yes, she has. That's why I'm meddling, but don't tell her anything about this."
"Per usual", Brian smirked. "I wonder if she keeps this many secrets from you."
"I would say more. The truth always comes to the surface, it just may take a couple of years."
"Does she know about Cabo yet?"
"God, no. It's only been twelve. I'll tell her about that one on my death bed. She'll have look past it then." Brian gave his old friend a chuckle.
"Whatever you say man"
"I need you to continue looking into this for me. I got another car with your name on it."
"I don't need hand outs Dom."
"It's not. It's a gift for a favor. Your birthday is also coming up. I know you can handle getting your own ride, but why buy one when you can get it for free?"
"Don't get me another car."
"Have you seen the new skyline? I could get that without dropping a cent."
"Man I can't with you. I have to go now and handle actual FBI affairs."
"I just brought a fugitive into your hands. Isn't that a real FBI affair."
"You did do that didn't you?"
"I hear a promotion in your mist. Deputy Director O'Conner. It has a ring to it. Don't you think?"
"Maybe", Brian smirked as he stood to leave. "I'll call you once I have word."
"I may need another favor depending on how this turns out."
"Of course you will." Brian said as he walked away leaving Dom alone with his thoughts. He was unsure how to go about not breaking the promise he had made to his wife, but found himself justifying doing so the longer he pondered. His anger grew as he thought over just how much Letty had been taken advantage of. It was so unlike her to be blindsided. However, he understood why she would be. His mind began racing with ideas, but there was a knock on the door that interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in", he called out. The door opened slowly, and his daughter walked in.
"Papi?" The young girl asked.
"What is it baby?"
"Is everything okay?" She asked noting the expression on his face.
"Everything's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Mazda, I'm in the middle of some business so either ask your question or I'm going to ask you to step out."
"I do have a question."
"Shoot", Dom said closing the folder and giving his daughter his full attention.
"I got a phone call from Circle Track. They want to interview me about the Formula One race, and I want to know if it'd be okay to do it."
"How much are they offering?"
"Just a grand"
"Do they want pictures?"
"I think so"
"Then no"
"What? Why?"
"I don't want pictures of you in a magazine."
"That's not what you said when I modeled last year."
"That's exactly what I said when you modeled last year. I'm still upset about how you two went behind my back."
"Papi, but I could get more sponsors this way."
"You don't need anymore sponsors."
"Please?"
"Tell them to call me. I'll let you know if we come to an agreement."
"Papi please!"
"I'll let you know if we come to an agreement." He repeated.
"That means no."
"No it doesn't."
"Yes it does."
"Don't try to ask your mother."
"I already did. She told me to ask you."
"Mazda reporters can turn your words and mock you without really having a need to. We have to make sure it's a reputable reporter and photographer. We can't be having you looking any type of way in a photo-shoot, especially with a race of this magnitude. Let people make their decisions based on what you do on the track, not what accessories you have on."
"I'll wear a turtle neck?" She continued to plead.
"That's not it. If it's a good fit, we'll do it. If not, then we won't. I'll discuss it with the PR team."
"Fine", the young girl said disappointedly. "Oh and Papi?"
"Yeah"
"Can you take me to the mall?"
"Have Jensen take you."
"Eww, no." Dom gave her a look and she quickly cleared her throat. "I mean, darn it! I'd ask but, I know he won't do it. He's too busy crying."
"He's not crying." Dom said shaking his head. "He's just a little down."
"I'm pretty sure I heard him in his room. I would have gone in, but that's gross."
"When? Today?"
"Mhm, you should probably check-in on him. He's starting to smell." Mazda informed her father before walking out. Dom went to do just that. When he made it up to his room, he could hear his oldest son giving Jensen a pep talk.
"Come on, man. It's not the end of the world." He heard Alexus say as Jensen lay face down on his bed.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Let's go out tonight." His brother encouraged. "I'll make sure you have a good time."
"I'm not in the mood."
"Maybe you should go. You've been moping around here too long." Dom said as he entered the room. "Get your mind off of it."
"I just want to be alone."
"Mazda told me she heard you crying."
"She's a liar."
"It's okay to cry Jensen." Dom told his son.
"We'd understand. You've always been sensitive." Alexus said.
"I wasn't crying."
"What happened? I thought you were working things out. Is she still mad."
"No, but she wants to be friends."
"Maybe that's a good thing." Dom told his son.
"We can't be friends. I don't want to be friends."
"That's just something girls say sometimes. They get scared of rushing back into things. I think Cece and I have broken up five times. Every time she's tried to be my friend."
"We're never going to be just friends."
"Exactly, just go with it dude. I rolled with it because I know that's not something that will last. Before you know it, she'll promote you. You just have to be a good boy until then."
"I don't think I could do that."
"Then maybe you don't love her." Dom said.
"Would it really hurt this bad if I didn't?"
"If I were her, I'd make you pay for what you did. You embarrassed her. You're lucky she's even talking to you." Mazda said from behind the door.
"Go away."
"I'm just saying the truth. You have a lot of work to do before she's done for good."
"You're like 16, what do you know?"
"16 and ten months, thank you very much. I'm a teenage girl. What don't I know about romantic drama?"
"Someone please punch her in the face." Jensen begged.
"Watch it." Dom warned.
"It's a figure of speech."
"In what world?" Alexus asked.
"In mine."
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Mazda taunted through the door.
"Stop ease dropping", Alexus told her.
"Lexi can you take me to the mall?" She asked changing her tone to a sweeter disposition.
"No, he can't because you're still on punishment." Dom called out. "I'm pretty sure you have chores to do."
"Urg!" The young girl exasperated stomping off.
"Aww she cares about you." Alexus teased his younger siblings.
"Jensen you got to do something." Dom him. "You either agree to Vanessa's terms, or you fight to get her back, but what you're doing right now is useless. I thought you talked to Vince."
"I wouldn't really call it a conversation. It was awkward."
"What did he say?"
"Not much"
"It's like talking to a wall with you. What did he say?"
"He said that he wouldn't get in the way if it was what she really wanted, but I could tell he still didn't like it. He's never been cool with it."
"But he's going to respect it," Alexus clarified.
"Remember when Mazda had that little boyfriend of hers?" Dom asked his son.
"Yeah, we kept harassing him so they broke up." Jensen said with mild fondness. Though he often did not show it, he was very protective of his younger sister.
"Don't tell your mother that. She still blames me."
"You allowed us to." Alexus pointed out.
"That's still different from actually doing it. Anyway, I never respected that relationship."
"No one did", Jensen said.
"It would take an extraordinary man to come here and take my little girl from me. Every dad feels that way, including Vince. He's seen you grow up. He knows you well. He knows Vanessa can do worse. But no matter how much you try, you're never going to be good enough. No one will ever be. It's not personal. Daughters are very special, especially when you only have one."
"So then what am I supposed to do? Put up with glares for the next couple of years."
"If I can stand getting screamed at, smacked, and glared at by your grandmother for about five years then you can too."
"That's true. You need to decide if it's worth it. Uncle Reggie hated me for all of high school, but I was also never stupid enough to try having sex in his house. If I were you, I'd count my good graces that he's willing to step aside." Alexus advised.
"By the way, I've been nice because everyone deserves to be in their feelings. But if I ever hear of you doing some shit like that again, I'll kick your ass myself."
"I know. I'm sorry. I got carried away."
"There's a time and a place for everything. No matter how bad you want it. Do you understand?"
"Yeah man, show some self control."
"Listen to your brother. He's a smart kid." Alexus grinned at his father who ruffled his hair.
"There's no need to geek out Lex."
"Do you need some kind words too son?" Dom asked sarcastically.
"No I'm fine. I don't need love."
"Come here. I'll pretend your three again." Dom said playfully grabbing Jensen. "Does the little baby need attention?"
"Stop!"
"Aw Pa look at the wittle baby." Alexus mocked with laughter.
"Can you two get out now?"
"Why don't you hit up Vanessa and ask her to hang out? You know like friends do." Alexus suggested with a wink. "You have to pick something she really likes. Trust me it works every time."
"Your ass better be showered and out of this bed when I make my way around here again." Dom warned.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Jensen said as they left his room. They made their way downstairs where they found Letty helping Axel construct his toy engine.
"Mami this goes here!"
"Very good baby, and what do we call that?"
"The valve!" The boy responded cheerfully.
"Exactly! Attach it just how I showed you."
"She looks really good." Alexus commented quietly to his father with an endearing smile on his face.
"Yeah, she does. She's been having a lot of positive days. I think you being around has helped her loads. She's always happiest when she's around all of you."
"Sorry, I wasn't around before."
"It's okay, you were busy."
"But you should never be too busy for family. You taught me that. I just didn't know how to deal with it. It scared me to see her fall apart. She always seemed so invincible."
"It scared me too, but it happens to all of us one way or another. She may be your mom, but she's also human. Your grandfather always told me that strength isn't measured by how many times you can get knocked down, but by how many times you can get back up."
"Didn't Rocky say that in Rocky 6?"
"Did he? He must of stolen it from my father then." Dom said with a smirk.
"I guess he must have." Alexus said as they continued to watch Letty from afar. "Sorry I let you guys down."
"You've never let me down. You always come when I called. I'm actually the most proud of you."
"Thanks Pa. That means a lot."
"She's proud of you too. That winning game really did bring us closer together."
"What are you two doing over there?" Letty asked looking up at them.
"Watching you", Dom commented with a smile.
"Wanna help me quiz Ax? He's getting really good?"
"You know people think I lie when I tell them that this is an actual thing you guys do. Most kids learn their colors for the first part of their lives, but we learn about engine parts."
"Pff, colors? Who needs colors? We're far beyond that. Aren't we Ax?"
"Mhmm", the boy responded proudly causing his older brother to chuckle.
"He's too much. I actually have to run, but I'll be back in time for dinner Mami."
"Okay Lexi", she said as he kissed her on the cheek. "Papi why don't you join us?" She suggested patting a spot next to her.
"Papi look at all the ones I did!" Axel pointed at his toy excitedly.
"I'd love to." Dom said seating himself on the floor. But as soon as he sat, his phone rang. He looked down to see that it was Brian. "Actually I have to take this. I'll be right back."
"Just talk right here", Letty told him suspiciously.
"I don't know how long this is going to be."
"Who is it?"
"Brian"
"You need to leave the room to talk to Brian after he was just here this morning? I don't buy that. Give me the phone."
"Uh oh, Papi you're in trouble." Axel commented noting the tone in Letty's voice.
"We don't have to do all that."
"Oh yes we do. I recall a deal was made between us."
"I haven't broken it. If you'll excuse me." Dom said standing and walking away.
"Axel why don't you go upstairs and find your sister. I have to go talk to Papi. Okay?"
"Okay"
"I'll come find you once I'm done." Axel gave her a small nod and she proceeded to run after her husband.
"Dom", she called after him.
"Give me a minute." He told her before returning to his conversation. "Sorry, Letty's being hostile. You were saying?"
"There are no records of him attending UCLA or Brown University using either names. The degrees are false."
"Ha! That's a great idea. Why don't we meet down at Reggie's for a couple of beers? Mia's been telling you need a night out."
"She's still there isn't she?" Brian asked trying to fight a laugh. "Listen man, don't you think she should know?"
"You know how women are." Dom said with a fake chuckle. "They say one thing one minute, and say the opposite in the next."
"Give me the phone." Letty badgered him.
"Let do you mind?"
"Yes I do. I need to talk to him. If it's even really Brian."
"You hear that Bri? She doesn't even believe it's you. Where's the trust Let." Dom mocked as Letty yanked the phone out of his hands.
"Hello?"
"Hey Let!"
"Whatever you're up to end it now."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm not stupid. He is up to something. I can smell it."
"I think this a conversation you should have between each other. I have nothing to do with this."
"Oh trust me, we will." Letty said hanging up and throwing the phone on the ground. "You promised me." She growled at him.
"I haven't broken my promise."
"Just drop it."
"I haven't brought it up."
"You're being sneaky. You're hiding something. I'm going to find out what it is."
"I promised you not to kill him, and I'm not going to, but..."
"But what?"
"I've uncovered a few things." Dom told her hesitantly. He contemplated withholding the truth, but then concluded otherwise.
"What things?"
"Everything he ever told you has been a lie."
"Of course you think that."
"Brian's been doing his homework. This man that we're talking about is not licensed to practice and is also a wanted fugitive."
"What?" Letty responded with grave shock.
"He probably learned all he knows from TV and books."
"This can't be."
"It's all in the paper work. I saw it this morning. He left behind a copy. Read through it yourself."
"Let me see that." She said grabbing it out of his hands. She sifted through the documents so quickly that the folder scattered all over the ground. "Oh my God"
"You haven't spoken to him. Have you?"
"No, he left me a voicemail the other day, but I didn't want to listen to it." Letty said still in awe. "This can't be happening."
"Do you have it?"
"What?"
"The voicemail, do you have it?"
"Uh, yeah"
"Let me listen to it."
"What good will that do?"
"I don't know yet." Dom said placing his hand out for her phone. He searched through her voicemails and tapped on Claude's name and set the recording to speaker.
"Letty, I hope all is well. I'm calling to apologize." The voicemail began. "I acted completely unprofessionally, and I understand if you no longer wish to work together. It was an unforeseen mistake on my part. That being said, I encourage you to stay on your journey and continue with your art. You've made so much progress, but it isn't over. Again my apologies."
"How charming", Dom said callously. "I almost believe he was a complete shitbag."
"I'm so angry right now." Letty said visibly shaken.
"You should be. He lied to you."
"God dammit!" She yelled throwing her her phone against the wall. "He lied to everyone. His patients, they're so many of them. We have to do something."
"Glad to see your now on board."
"I think I'm going to be sick." Letty said holding her stomach.
"It's going to be alright Let."
"I've told him things, private things." She said with a shaky breath.
"What things?"
"Everything", Letty said as tears rolled down her face.
"You told him about Flint?"
"No, but I told him about the kidnapping. I told him about my mom. I talked about you, and everything that wasn't working. I feel like everything was just…this is so wrong! What if I'm really not any better?" Letty started to panic and the tears continued. "Is it weird that I feel used?"
"No, no, no", he said holding her up. "Don't do this. You made yourself better. He had nothing to do with it. Don't give him this much credit."
"I don't know if I'm fixed."
"Baby it isn't about being fixed. You're going to have your good days and your bad days. Your family is going to be here to support you no matter what. I'll be here always. You don't need anyone else."
"I want to believe you."
"I'm right. I feel it in my bones, but this motherfucker is getting what's coming to him."
"Brian can't just show up there."
"I want you to call him. Tell him you want to meet to talk about things. I'll take care of the rest."
"What do you mean by the rest?"
"You'll see. I'm going to make this all go away."
"You're scaring me."
"Do you trust me?" She nodded. "Then I need you to trust that I would never do anything to hurt this family."
Letty did what Dom asked of her under the condition that he tell her everything he planned to do before he did it. "Are you ready?" He asked her the next day. She had been able to take the night before to gather herself and get her emotions in check.
"Mhm", she said nodding into a kiss.
"I'll be right behind you." Letty took a deep breath and made her way out of the car. She walked through the office building she had become so familiar with and signed in for her appointment.
"Letty?" She heard a familiar voice call her. It was Amy from the retreat.
"Hey, how are you?" The Latina greeted fondly.
"I heard you had to leave early retreat because of an emergency at home. I tried contacting you, but I guess it never went through. Is everything okay now?"
"Is that what they told you?"
"Is it not true?"
"Claude got a little to handsy for my liking. I'm planning to sue."
"Oh dear God, define handsy." The woman responded in a shocked tone.
"Long story short, he tried to kiss me during the bondfire so I left. Would you happen to have the name of the patient you told me he slept with. I'd like to have a little chat with her."
"Uh, her name was Vivian something. Vivian…Vivian West." The woman finally remembered. "That rat bastard, all this time I thought it was women throwing themselves at him."
"He's a predator and he needs to be stopped. If I were you, I'd find a new therapist." She warned. "I have to go in for my meeting. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
"You still have my number?"
"Of course, why don't we meet up for coffee or something?" Letty suggested.
"Sounds good. Keep me posted." Letty nodded and made her way to Claude's office. She knocked on the door and he swiftly opened it.
"Letty, what a pleasure it to see you. Please come in."
"I wish I could say the same." Letty responded coldly.
"I know you must still be very upset with me."
"I want to know why you did it, and don't say it was because you were high or drunk. I'm tired of using that excuse in my own head."
"If I'm honest, I've generated an inappropriate liking towards you…and I guess in a lapse of judgment I was hoping you'd reciprocate it."
"Reciprocate it? All I ever talked about was how much I love my family, and how much I love my husband. In what world would I reciprocate whatever it is you were feeling?"
"In the world where I assumed your marriage was falling apart and believed that you were clinging on to non-existent attachments."
"I told you intimate things about us. I told you things were improving at home."
"I guess a part of me wished it didn't."
"What? What kind of therapist says shit like that?"
"From the moment I saw you I was captivated. Clearly I was wrong to do what I did, and I'm so sorry."
"I have another question for you." He gestured that she continue. "Why lie about who you are?"
"Excuse me." Claude said nervously taken aback.
"Remember when you told me your birth name was Owen?" Letty said digging through her large purse to find the copy of his file.
"I told you I was an expressionist. The name didn't suit me."
"Well this file says otherwise." She said slamming it on his desk. "Owen Shaw, you never legally changed your name. You illegally became someone else. How many people have you been, huh? Johnny the fireman or maybe Toby the clerk?"
"Where did you find this?"
"I know a lot of very important people. Believe or not, I got the FBI on my side."
"What do you want?"
"From you? Nothing, but I'm going to enjoy what happens next." Letty said sitting back and staring at him icily.
"What do you mean?" In that moment Brian and Dom came barging in through the office.
"Owen Shaw you're under arrest for forgery." Brian said handcuffing the bewildered man.
"What is going on here? This is preposterous!"
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"This is a mistake!"
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you have any questions about your rights?"
"Bloody Americans! You have no idea what you're doing." Owen spat. Dom took the opportunity to punch him in gut. "Umff"
"Your dumbass needs to shut up. You should have gone to a country with no extradition. That's what I would have done." Dom taunted giving him another blow.
"Make sure you don't get the face Dom. We need him nice and pretty for his upcoming photo-shoot."
"This is police brutality!" The man breathed out as Dom continued to beat him.
"I'm not a cop." He growled as he hit the Owen once again.
"Dom that's enough. You got what you wanted. Now lets go." She urged.
"You see that woman over there?" He pointed to Letty. "She's the only reason I'm keeping you alive." Dom punched him square in the nose breaking it and knocking him right out.
"Shit!" Letty said rubbing her temples.
"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" Brian complained. "What am I supposed to say during intake?"
"I had to do it."
"No you didn't." Letty snapped.
"Let me correct myself. I wanted to do it. Tell them we got into a rumble before you booked him."
"A rumble? What is this? West Side Story?" Brian asked mockingly as Owen's body weight dragged him down.
"She's half Puerto-Rican so she might as well be Maria."
"I am so pissed off at you right now." Letty told him stepping over Owen's unconscious body and walking out. "He better have a pulse."
"Babe come on, it's not that bad. At least I kept my promise." He continued to say as she left before looking down at Owen and then to Brian. "He's alive right?"
"Put your phone against his face and check if he's still breathing." Brian said attempting to hold up Owen's heavy body.
"He'll be alright. Hopefully I knocked out a tooth or two. Only time will tell." Dom said as he stood tall.
"You have to help me get him through the back. No one can see him like this, it could harm our case against him." Brian advised. He had had the building surrounded with a SWAT team incase Shaw tried to escape. Dom assisted him and made his way back to his car, where Letty had been fuming.
"Babe…" He said getting into the driver's seat.
"Don't talk to me." She promptly dismissed.
"Babe…"
"He clearly said, 'Dom avoid the face', but you clearly heard 'Dom hit the face'. I'm confused. The last thing we need is to get sued during his lawsuit."
"Babe…"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I love you."
"Was it worth it?"
"Hurting that man felt damn good, and you'll never hear me say I regret it."
"I just want this to be done with."
"Brian says that he's probably going to get transferred and deported as soon as he get processed. So from what I understand, it is over. You don't have to worry about a thing. No one ever has to know we were even involved."
"Let's go home." Letty responded shortly.
"Not until you say, 'I love you too'."
"I'm still angry with you."
"Then I guess we're sitting here until you do. Think of it as a knew beginning." Two minutes of silence passed. "Babe…" Two more minutes passed. "Babe…"
"You're so annoying."
"I love you." He said pecking her lips. "Do you love me?" He asked kissing her once again. "No?"
"Shut up"
"Do you love me?"
"I love you." She finally said.