Letty stood watching the first night of the parade and she couldn't help becoming enthralled with the music and costumes and the spirit of the people. However, her heart was empty and she knew that she was going to have to take action.

She had a lot of favors that she could call in to find out where Dom was staying, but she had hoped he'd use all of his to find her instead.

She'd give him a little grief about it, but once they were together who found who wouldn't matter anyway. So she decided to make the call in the morning.

It was a fluke, a sheer accident when she looked up and caught a glimpse of him. He wasn't even that far away from her. He was one section above, moving through the crowd. She watched him and waited to see where he settled before going after him. She didn't want to lose him in the crowd.

When he stopped and took a seat her heart started to beat a little faster, then a lot faster.

Letty's legs started to carry her towards Dom without asking her permission to move. It was annoyingly slow making her way through the crowd to him. She wanted to run to him like in the damn movies.

Finally, she was upstairs and found the correct section.

As she came out of the crowd and saw his figure before her, the smile on her face was automatic. She was barely seven people away from him now.

Dom stood up and she stopped moving wondering how long it would take for him to look up and see her standing so close.

She didn't even notice the woman who stood up beside him, until he leaned down, wrapped an arm around her and kissed her deeply on the lips.

Bile churned in Letty's stomach and she could taste her own rage in her throat.

He was not standing in their spot, on the day they were supposed to meet, kissing another woman. Dom wouldn't do that to her. He couldn't cause her such anguish.

Yet, here he was doing just that.

Letty closed the gap between herself and Dom without even knowing she was walking.

When he pulled back, looked down on Elena and smiled Letty took the full force of a punch to her gut. How could he smile at anyone but her today?

"I'm glad I came to Rio with you Elena," Dom said softly.

"As opposed to who Dom?" Letty spat, full of anger. "Me?"

Dom turned at her voice. Letty hauled back and put her whole body into a slap so hard that blood flew from Dom's lip and the sound forced everyone around them to turn and look.

Letty stood with her chest heaving like a raging animal and looked at him.

Dom didn't utter a word. He just stared at her holding his jaw. Clinging to the fire from her touch.

"I've never been so ashamed to look into your face in my entire life."

Letty spun away from him and pushed through the crowd to get away from him. Only the lack of her brought Dom into coherent thought.

"Letty," he whispered, rubbing his cheek.

Then he snapped out of his daze. "LETTY!"

Dom started to barrel through the crowd after her. He pushed against the sea of bodies and couldn't catch sight of her again. At the back of the stands he couldn't make out which way she went.

Left or right? Left or right?

Dom took off to the left shouting for her return.

Nothing.

He didn't find her.

He ran back to Elena and grabbed her by both arms and lifted her of the ground roughly. He started to shake her like a ragdoll.

"Did you see her?" Dom demanded. "Did you see that woman?"

He turned wildly to the crowd in a fit of hysterics. He shouted to anyone who would listen.

"Did anyone see her? Was she there? Did you?"

"Dom!" Elena tried to get his attention. "I saw her. That was…was that Letty?"

Dom turned back to her with crazed features and anguished roar on his lips. It wasn't a hallucination. It was real. She had really stood there.

"It was me. And she's gone."

Letty ran full out back to her hotel room. She didn't stop until she is inside and slammed and locked the door behind herself.

Who was that? Was that Dom? Her Dom?

Would he be so…disgusting? Malicious?

Who was that?

She couldn't believe her eyes and her ears. The sight of his actions. The sound of his words.

Had he really brought someone here on this day? What was his plan? His purpose? It was so unnecessarily hurtful. He could have done anything else.

Why would he do this?

Who was that man she saw tonight?

Not Dom.

Nine Months Ago

Letty sits in the office of her handler, Manuel Perez, at the FBI Internal Affairs hours before she's set to head to Mexico for Braga's shipment.

"So far you've gotten us the information on nearly three dozen dirty FBI agents," Agent Perez says to her. "That's fucking incredible Ortiz."

"Yeah, there are more 'good' guys in Braga's organization than bad guys," Letty says with mirth coloring her voice.

Manuel nods thoughtfully.

"So O'Conner isn't on this list?"

"He's still one of the good guys," Letty answers shortly. "Tonight, when this all goes down what happens?"

"After Fenix pays you and the other drivers for services rendered, we'll meet up and disappear you for a bit. None of this links back to you. You're just a driver working with the Feds to get Braga. But I can't be too safe."

Letty nods. "When do I get what I want?"

"I'm working on it right now." Perez answers. "You move faster than we do."

"I'm serious about what I want. Don't play games with me. I want Toretto off for this shit. It's petty in the grand scheme of a nearly half a department of Feds getting rich off of drug money."

"It is. It's the running that they don't like. They'd argue that he should come back do a couple months and then we could overturn this whole thing."

"That's never going to happen. He doesn't do a day." Letty says firmly. "He ran before he was formally charged, so a good lawyer would be able to pick apart the evading arrest and obstruction charges. I don't want to take the risk. I want all the charges to disappear and him to be free to live his life."

The federal agent stands from his desk and shifts through his paperwork.

"Bad cops always trump criminals. I just need a few months to square it all away. To make these convictions stick. Then I can go my bosses and get his fugitive status revoked."

"Don't screw me and I won't screw you," Letty says with no signs of joking. "I've gotten the cops for you and I'm getting the info on how Braga is moving his shipment for O'Connor and Pennings. I want Toretto off."

"You'll have it," Manuel assures. "You've done great work quickly. I'm not here to screw you over."

"Nine months, I'm not staying gone more than nine months. I have an important date. Work it out by then."

Letty stands up and walks out of Manuel Perez's office.