Ever since he was little, trouble had a way of finding him like when he was seven and he fell off his bike and Dom had rescued him from oncoming traffic - to actually getting hit by a car when he was fifteen, and now to being in the hospital ICU from where Brian rescued him off the semi mere hours before untangling the wire and pushing him into the Supra as Mia drove. From his sprawl in the backseat he saw Brian jump back in time for the gunfire to miss him just barely. That afternoon was when they realized they had a narc in their team and Vince had tried to tell them but no one would listen to him. Brian had enamoured the whole team but while he still felt betrayed he knew he had the buster, or maybe not a buster anymore, to thank.

Vince was slowly coming to with everything from the afternoon coming to a crashing stop inside his head as he rose to consciousness. A nurse was there immediately and checked his vitals. "You're good Mr. Logan. Try and stay calm and get some rest."

Vince had an oxygen tube under his nose, his right arm wrapped tight in thick gauze, and he had two I.V.s attached to his left arm and hand. He couldn't move if he wanted to and would need assistance for at least a few days. She pressed a button and a new flow of morphine came through his arm IV and he felt his eyes get heavy again. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep medicinal sleep and he was flung back into the desert lying on the ground listening with mild curiosity at Brian making the call that saved his life and broke up the team as he knew it from that point forth. He didn't know what happened to any of them as he'd passed out when Brian and Dom were making sure he didn't bleed out.

Dom leaned against the wall by their door and watched as Brian stayed bent inside the Jeep for a few minutes before he pulled the smaller of the bags out and locked it up. He went up the stairs and saw as Dom had glanced between the Jeep and him a few times. "What is it Dominic?"

Dom wanted to glare at Brian for the use of his full name but he took a deep breath instead. He said uneasily, "Just want you to know you're family." He turned towards the door after that not wanting to see Brian's reaction.

Brian unlocked the door and said, "It's the pain meds talking. Pick a bed and get some rest. We'll worry about everything else in the morning."

"Clothes are in that bag right?" Dom asked glancing at the piece of luggage.

"Yeah. I grabbed you a pair of sleep pants."

Inside the room, Brian checked the curtains, telephone and bathroom before he gave the all clear to Dom that he didn't have to worry about anything. On his way to the bathroom to wash up the best he could he muttered, "Paranoid bastard."

Through the closed door Dom heard Brian comment, "This is why you make a shitty criminal Dom. You're not paranoid enough and don't know shit about what a police officer looks for. Now hurry your ass up and then use my burner phone if you want to call Mia."

Dom rubbed the washcloth over his face and he grinned to himself as he heard Brian mention Mia. He changed into the sleep pants leaving his boxers on even though he hated wearing both together. He pushed his dirty laundry into a corner not near the tub just in case he had to wear them again the next day and went back into the room. Brian had his phone on the table along with his medicines and some water.

Brian looked over Dom and noticed the bruising along his chest and arms from the flip and knew his back looked just as colorful. He pointed to the small round formica table and said, "Ten minutes tops with the phone call and take your meds. I'm going to take a quick shower."

Dom knew Brian was trying to give him a little privacy for his call to Mia and some kind of alone time. "Thanks Brian and remember what I said. You're family and before you argue just think about it."

Brian just nodded and grabbed the black bag before he went into the bathroom. He heard Dom start to talk to Mia as he stripped out of his clothes. He pulled his hat off for the first time since that afternoon and looked at his sun bleached curls. He had grown his hair out to the point where he either needed to be a beach bum, or, bite the bullet and cut all of his curls off and try to look his twenty nine years. Brian pulled some clippers out of the bag and figured he'd cut his hair before his shower. He set the setting to where it still left about three quarters of an inch of hair but it would take care of the curls and that's what needed to happen.

His passport picture didn't have curls as he'd cut his hair to take it so that it looked just different enough to be real and he'd snagged a picture of Dom for the same thing without Dom knowing he did it. His girl, who made his papers, actually worked for the government so everything was legal except the name changes that took place. It was a nice little side business for her as he wasn't her only customer but he kept things cool for her while he was around, that was a plus as he was LAPD. He finished the cut and found it was suitable to go without his hat on the occasion the further they got from LA and cleaned up his mess with undercover precision of not leaving a trace of yourself behind.

He looked over his arms and chest and saw small splotches of bruises where he'd jumped onto the semi and back to his car but other than that the pain was manageable. He was still running on adrenaline but knew the next day would probably give him new meaning to the phrase adrenaline crash. He started the shower and got a towel and his toiletries out of the bag before he stepped under the thankfully hot spray. He let the water run over him and let his mind wander - it specifically chose to focus on what Dom had said to him. Cleaning himself up quickly, he decided he wasn't going to focus on that, at least while he was conscious. Too many things happened to people he called family so no matter what Dom might want; his emotional wall would stand firm.