Chapter Seven

Ghost is alive.

Ghost is alive.

Ghost is alive.

The words repeated like a mantra in his head sending trills of ice cold rage racing through his blood. Images of Naomi's broken body flashed in his mind's eye, her screams ringing in his ears, and phantom sensations of the Russians' touch crawled across his skin and that rage spiraled into a fiery inferno of pure blood lust.

His hand tightened around the phone until it shattered and a blood chilling smile crossed his lips.

Seems it was time to go ghost hunting.

And maybe this time...Ghost would learn to stay dead.

Something had set John off.

Gordon could see it as soon as the weapons specialist entered the room. It was in the predatory grace if his gait, in the arctic tone of his voice, and the simmering blood lust in his eyes. The most telling sign, however was the dangerous snarl curling his lips as he sharpened his favorite knives, his favorite guns spread out in front of him.

Jesse and Jake could see it too, having become nearly as attuned to the blond as G himself was over the years. They'd only see him in a rage twice but knew the signs well enough to recognize them and stay the hell away. The DT crew obviously did not, as Mia Toretto and her husband were both standing in front of the blonde with matching scowls on their faces.

He ignored them, sharpening the weapon in an almost vicious manner, his snarl worsening with each passing second.

"Busta," Vince called and John looked up, blue gaze so cold they burned.

"I'm really not in the fucking mood, Vince. So leave." He snapped and the man sneered at him.

"Not in the mood?" He replied incredulously. "You have the nerve to put us all in danger then say you're not in the-urk"

He was cut off as one of the blonde's hands whipped out and wrapped around his throat with a strength that belayed his slender stature. A expression of pure unadulterated rage overcame the beauty and Gordon knew that if he didn't move now, Toretto would lose a team member.

He pulled the blond away from the man, who sputtered heavily inhaling the air his lungs had been denied.

John strained in his grip, teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

"John, Johnny come back to me. Sh, calm down."

"Let me go."

"Calm down."

"Let me go!" The blond yelled and he tightened his grip.

"Tell me. What set you off? You were fine when I sent you away."

His lover struggled for a moment longer, then slumped against him like a puppet with its strings cut.

"She was killed for nothing." He whispered brokenly and Gordon frowned.

"Who?"

"Naomi! She was killed for nothing! We were punished for nothing!" His heart clenched painfully in his chest.

Naomi's death had hit him hard. His elder sister had raised him for as far as he could remember and he's finally gotten her to get clean only three months before her death. When he'd come home to find her dead and John catatonic, the room covered in blood and disembodied limbs, his heart had stilled in his chest. It had taken John forever to heal from the ordeal and even now,years later he knew his lover blamed himself for her death. He also knew the blond hadn't told him everything about what had happened that night.

"It wasn't your fault." He crooned. 'It was mine' After all the Russians hadn't been looking for John and Naomi, they'd been looking for him. He'd killed their meal ticket.

"He was alive the entire time. He's alive." John continued as if he hadn't spoken and Gordon's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Ghost is alive."

He stared at his lover then looked up at Jesse and Jake who'd paled at his words.

"You sure?"

John jerked out of his arms and glared at him.

"Do you honestly think I would flip out like this if I wasn't?! Its all his fault G!" His voice broke. " And he wasn't even dead."

Dom frowned deeply. "What's going on?"

Gordon turned to him, still in shock. "A few years ago on of the members of our team turned on us but was killed in the aftermath. The people he betrayed us for killed my sister and left John catatonic for nearly three weeks." He looked down at his lover who gazed into the space in front of him with a dark glare.

"We've just discovered that he is alive."

"But he won't be for long." John snarled, yanking himself from G's arms and moving over to the table where his weapons were spread out.

"This time," He growled. "Ghost will learn to stay dead."

"How'd he take it?"

Elena turned to her boss and smiled shakily.

"Better than we expected."

Hobbs nodded and turned back to the profiles pulled up on his screen. Toretto's team, Gordon's team, Reyes, and Ghost were all pulled up in front of him and he studied them with dread pooling low in his gut.

He couldn't help but wonder how things would turn out.

And just who would remain standing in the end.

Would it be Ghost and Reyes?

Dominic Toretto and his 'family'?

Or,

Would Gordon and John overcome it all and once again stand victorious.

Despite the troubles of Ghost being alive the police station heist went off without a hitch. They'd managed to retrieve the vault and secure about ten squad cars to be used in the next part of their plan.

Throughout it all the Taker team seemed more subdued than the DT crew had ever seen them, only speaking to each other unless it were absolutely necessary. Other than that they kept to their group, the two youngest seeking comfort from Brian after the shocking revelation they'd been given.

It wasn't until they reached their safe house that all hell broke loose.

A short, caramel skinned man stood in the room they'd been using as a base, clad in a form fitting grey suit, an arrogant smirk crossing his lips. He smirked upon seeing the DT, but his eyes widened upon seeing the Takers.

"Well ain't this a surprise? I was only here for Toretto ans his crew but I've found something much better." He purred and Brian's head shot up from where he'd been dozing against G.

G froze as well, tightening his grip on the stiff beauty in his arms.

"Ghost." He greeted and the man's smirk widened.

"Surprise, Surprise."

TBC...