Letty finally found Brooke's room on a lower level in the hospital and was surprised to see two suited men standing guard outside the door. A quick glance at the golden badges hanging from their necks proved that they were likely federal agents. Oz sat on the bench outside of her room, his head bowed into his hands while his leg bounced frantically.

"Why don't you go check on Brian?" She said to Mia. "I have some groveling to do and I'd prefer it not be an audience when I do it."

"Alright. Call up to his room when you're ready."

Letty rolled over to Oz, "How is she?"

Her sudden appearance made him flinch, "Hey. I have no idea, I've been out here since I gave my statement to the Feds. No one will tell me anything."

"How are you?" Letty asked, referring to the bandage taped to his head.

"Mild concussion from your girl's swing with the bat, and a few stitches from the fall from the plane… other than that, I'm just worried about Brooke."

"Hold on a sec," Letty wheeled over to the men standing outside. "Is Jackson under arrest?" the guards exchanged looks, but neither spoke up. "She's my best friend and I need to know that she's OK."

One of the guards knocked twice at the door before pushing it open and sticking his head inside. She could hear Hobbs' distinguishable voice bickering with someone inside the room.

"Either you tell your boys to move, or she's gonna give these docs two new patients," she heard his deep voice speak.

"Let her in," another voice called and the officers stepped aside.

Letty and the guard had a short standoff, neither breaking eye contact.

"Barnes, move!" a short, stocky man in a tailored blue suit yelled, and the agent stepped aside again.

Letty stepped into the room that was already crowded with agents surrounding Brooke's bed. Letty and Brooke locked eyes immediately, Brooke's red-rimmed and swollen but she still gave her friend a polite smile.

"Captain James Morris, this is Letty Ortiz. Ortiz here took down Isabella Dominguez following a short pursuit."

"Who?" Letty asked with a raised brow.

"Congrats, Ms. Ortiz," the captain held his hand out to her, "You caught a criminal from our international wanted list. Isabella Dominguez - aka Billie Ramsey - has been wanted by the FBI for over a decade for her role in international crimes that spilled over into the US."

Letty picked her jaw up from the floor, "This woman lived and worked in LA for years, and she wasn't exactly hiding, either. How have you not found her?"

"Because this is what she looked like last time she was seen by agents," the captain held up a photo of a woman who virtually looked nothing like that woman she knew as Billie. The person in the photo had long and wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a completely different structure to her nose and lips. Letty could see a small resemblance but she wouldn't never guessed that they were the same people. "Ms. Jackson, if you can remember anything at all about your father's enterprise, I expect you to call," the captain handed her a business card before exiting with his men.

"Thanks for getting him off my back," Brooke said to Hobbs.

"That guy's a pompous ass. As far as I'm concerned, cut the head off the snake and the rest of the body dies. We got our man, case closed."

As he made his way to the door, Brooke stopped him again.

"What about all that money? Do I just turn it over to them?"

Hobbs gave a sly smile, "You're the only one who knows it exists. Do what you want with it. But I do have a suggestion - maybe send some to the families of Roman's pilot and his lady friend to help with funeral expenses. Those people were innocent and shouldn't have had to pay with their lives."

Brooke nodded; she didn't mind helping those who suffered unneccesarily at her father's hands. Hobbs left, leaving Letty alone with Brooke. Letty remained silent by the door, unsure of how to break the extremely thick ice. Brooke's eyes dropped to her lap.

"Did you know about Billie before this?" Letty asked.

"No," she shook her head feverishly. "I mean I knew my father had a girlfriend but I never met her. He kept things like that pretty private, at least from me. Carter slept around a lot before he went to prison, and I stupidly turned a blind eye to it. I guess I didn't want to think about him being with someone else while my mom was fighting for her life against cancer. I didn't know Isabella existed until today, and I damn sure didn't know she was really Billie. That's the truth."

Letty analyzed Brooke's face for any indication that she was lying. Brooke stared straight into Letty's eyes, her confidence never waivering.

"Why'd you take off this morning? Why not wait for Dom and Brian?"

"My dad called me early this morning and 'convinced' me to return to the dark side. I made him promise to keep Roman alive if I came by myself, without force."

"Why hurt Oz?"

At this, Brooke was reduced to tears. Her hands went to her face as she cried softly.

"I panicked. I knew he heard me talking to Carter. He wouldn't have let me sacrifice myself, not without getting you and Dom involved. I had to make my father believe that I was on his side, to get his guard down. I needed to keep Oz out of the loop, too."

"Brooke, you could've killed him," Letty said sternly, only pushing the girl further into hysterics. "Luckily, he'll only have to deal with a concussion, and your annoying ass to take care of him for a while."

"I doubt he still wants anything to do with me."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Letty responded.

"How's Dominic?" Brooke finally murmured, bringing her heavy sobs down to some soft sniffling.

"A lucky bastard, but then again he always has been," Letty replied with a smirk. "He'll be fine after a few months of rehab."

"That's great news. I heard Brian was OK, too. I also heard about Roman and his dad. I'll never forgive myself for that," she said, her voice crumbling to the stinging emotion on her throat.

"You had nothing to do with what your dad did to Roger. As unfortunate as it is, it was out of our control."

"But it was in my control. If I would've mentioned earlier that day that Dad called, that he knew exactly where I was, then maybe Roger could've been saved."

"There was no way of knowing that he would go after Kelly or Roger, B," Letty rolled over to the bed. "From what I hear, you kicked ass in there. That sneaky little move with the account… that was a hell of a risk you took."

"And it almost got me killed. Had Dom and Oz been even a minute later, I would be dead right now. My own father was about to have me killed, without a second thought. I know he was a psychopath, but before all of this... he was my dad. He tucked me in a night, he helped me with my homework, he made those cliché threats to my dates… he was my everything. Then I grew up to see him for what he really was. And now he's gone. I guess I should be so grateful, but it still hurts."

Tears rolled over her reddened cheeks while she spoke. It was clear that Brooke struggled internally with the bittersweet loss of her father. Letty felt genuine sympathy for the young girl - losing a parent at a young age was never easy.

Letty moved closer to the bed, perching herself up on the edge of the small mattress and took Brooke's hand in hers. Comforting grieving people was never a specialty of hers, but she would try for her.

"I know this is tough, and it hurts. My father died in the Army, and that broke me. He was a tough man, stern in his ways, but he was a loving, caring man. After his, death, my mom took off and let me with my grandmother. She couldn't handle raising a rambunctious, mouthy ten year-old by herself. Nothing is more painful than losing your parents, but you aren't alone, B. You have all of us now. After what you did back there, these people wouldn't let you walk away if you tried."

Brooke sniffled a few times, wiping the moisture away while looking over at Letty.

"I'm not so sure. Brian isn't a big fan of mine, and I'm almost positive I ruined things with Oz "

"You helped save his best friend, and his mother. Brian is indebted to you, and I'm sure he knows that. O'Conner tries to act tough, but he has one of the deepest hearts out of everyone. He'll come around," Letty said confidently. "And Oz? Well he's been sitting outside that door for a few hours waiting to see you. I don't know any man who'd be willing to do that for a woman he didn't care about. Especially one that knocked him out cold with a baseball bat."

"He's out there?" she tried her best to climb from the bed, but gasped loudly at the pain shooting through her leg.

"Don't move - I'll send him in," Letty stood from the bed gently, "How's the leg?"

"They claim the morphine should help but it hurts like shit. Could've been worse I guess," she annulled. "I should be healed in a few weeks, maybe a month."

"Good, 'cause when you're healed up, we're putting you back on the tarmac. This is a racing family, and if you wanna be apart of it, you gotta play the part."

Brooke mocked saluted, "Ay-Ay. Hey, I heard you got arrested this morning, what the hell is that about?"

"That little fiasco at the soccer park the other day. They spared me jail time, but it got Jess kicked off the team and me stuck on babysitting duty for a while."

"Bet you wish they would've locked you up," Brooke laughed.

"Nah, the kid's okay. And I do feel guilty for getting her booted from the team."

Letty settled down in her chair as she began to feel slightly light-headed. She knew she should've laid down to rest, but her newfound recollection gave her an excitement for life.

She waved Oz in, "She's all yours."

The southerner hurried into the room, stopping just inside the door to stare at Brooke. It only took seconds for Letty to feel antsy under the tension.

"I'm leaving before you jump each other. Brooke, do you know where Ginger is?"

"Dom left her with Hobbs and his team in Barstow. Maybe she's with his guys."

"It's crazy to see him like this," Tej said to Brian. The two friends stood outside of Roman's room peering through the window at his broken body. His head and torso were wrapped in thick gauze, along with his leg that was propped up in a sling. Machines that monitored his heart rate and blood pressure beeped in rhythm and a tube down his throat helped him breathe. "Just a few days ago we were on the phone bullshitting about settling down, getting married and the whole nine yards. Part of me believed he was full of shit because... well he's Rome."

"Yeah, he's a dog," Brian smirked.

"Exactly. But I could hear it in his voice, man. I think he's tired of running wild with all these girls. I see the way he is with Jack, the man wants his own family. Sad to say, but I think this will change all of that for him."

"Yeah. What about you?" Brian turned his blue eyes to Tej. "When are you gonna settle in with a couple little mini-Tejs?"

Tej laughed, "Soon I hope. When Suk was still around, I thought for sure that would go somewhere. I really cared about her, ya know. But after everything went down in Miami, she just disappeared. Ran off to Tokyo and we lost contact. Besides, I'm not really lookin' for anybody right now."

Brian spotted Rosa at the end of the hallway, crouching down to tie Nico's shoes.

"Sometimes you don't have to go looking for something to find you," Brian said.

Tej followed his line of vision to the hall, and a gave a wide smile. He shook his head, "Nah, man. I mean she's sweet, and she's drop dead gorgeous," Tej chimed enthusiastically, "But I think that might be a little too close to home. I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes, dead or alive. Besides, she lives in another country. Long-distance isn't really my style."

"Man, you got enough money to retire in Brazil. Stop playing like you wouldn't jet across the world for someone who looked like her," Brian said knowingly.

"She's cute," the two turned to see Letty approaching in her wheelchair, "I don't know her as well as the others, but I knew Vince. He would want her with someone who could protect her, and his son. Couldn't hurt to try."

"Tej?" Rosa called in her thick accent. He turned in her direction. "Can you give us a ride to the house? He's in serious need of a nap."

"Of course, I'll be right there," Tej turned with Brian and Letty with a shit-eating grin. "Did I mention that her accent is sexy as hell?"

Brian shook his head while watching Tej jog down the hall. He and Letty turned their attention back to the win dow.

"Poor guy. Why did Carter have such a hard-on for him?" she asked.

"Rome's big mouth. He tends to speak without fear of consequence. He's always been that way - fearless and cocky. Always getting us in trouble. Just never expected things to turn out like this."

"None of us did," Letty replied solemnly.

"I was on my way to see Dom. You want a push?" he asked. She glanced skeptically at his arm in the sling. "You don't weigh anything. I can push if you roll."

"Deal," she nodded and allowed him to assist her down the hall to the elevator.

"Hey, Mia mentioned that your memory loss reversed - that's great news."

"Thanks, man. Everything in my head's still a little fuzzy on account of the concussion, but everything and everyone seems so familiar. Even the air smells just how I remembered, as crazy as that sounds. I'm still a little lost on what happened after the accident, but I figure more will come back in spells."

"Does that I mean I go back to being the buster?" he teased with a smile.

"When did you ever stop being the buster?" Letty retorted with a grin. "You're a good man, Bri. You always have been. It was just that badge attached to your hip that I didn't like. And the whole turning on the family thing was kinda shitty." Letty looked up to see his cheeks tinted pink. "Brian, you are family. You were the night you drank your first Corona at your first Toretto afterparty. Things got screwy, but I think you made up for what happened."

"I can accept that," he said, helping her into the elevator and sending them up to the next floor.

"Speaking of glory days, I need a favor."

"Anything... what's up?"

"The stipulations of me getting off of those assault charges is that you have to go in and talk to your old sergeant, Tanner."

The color drained from Brian's face, "Why does he wanna talk to me?"

"I guess he wants to take a walk down memory lane, I dunno," she shrugged. "Brian, I really need this. If you don't, I could be looking at a year in lockup."

Brian fumbled over the idea in his mind. Back when he was on the force, he admired and respected his sergeant, Jim Tanner. Tanner became a father figure to Brian when he took the wet-behind-the-ears rook on and helped him work his way up the ranks. One of the hardest parts about choosing the Team over his badge was letting down the one person who believed in him. Brian wasn't sure if he was ready to face the music with Tanner yet, but he knew he wanted to help Letty.

"Yeah, no problem. I mean, how bad could it be? That was nearly a decade ago."

His face didn't match the confidence in his voice while he stood frozen inside the shoot.

"You coming?" she asked from outside of the elevator.

Brian snapped from his trance and the two headed to Dom's room. Pushing open the door, they were met with loud, roaring laughs coming from Hobbs and Dom. Dominic was sitting up in his bed, seemingly much more aware than he was a few hours ago.

"Well aren't you two a sight for sore eyes," Hobbs said with a grin as Letty and Brian joined around Dom's bed.

"Yeah well we didn't have our own helicopters armed with missiles," Brian taunted with a laugh.

Dom and Letty locked eyes, neither of them able to hide their blissful grins. Letty couldn't explain how she felt being able to look at him, and actually recognize him - the young teen she fell for decades ago still alive in those vibrant eyes.

"I was just asking Hobbs if we needed to go on the run again for harboring an international fugitive."

"I told him you guys suck when it comes to sniffing out rats in your crew," Hobbs jabbed at Brian.

"Hey man, she was good," Brian replied, "who the hell was she?"

"Isabella Dominguez came from an infamous family in southern Chile that had ties to Verone's organization. They were as wealthy as they were dangerous. We believe Carter Verone hired Dominguez from prison to sneak into the US under a pseudonym and act as an inside man," Hobbs pulled a few grainy photos from a manila folder and tossed them on the bed. "We received these from the prison Verone escaped from early this afternoon. Stills from the security cameras. She helped him escape."

They passed around the pictures that featured Verone dressed in correctional officer garb walking out the front gate, where a black Escalade waited for him. Another still was from across the road showing Billie clear as day as his getaway driver

"Shit," Letty exclaimed, "How'd were you able to identify her?"

"When her body was examined at the scene, she had identifying markers on her body that matched those Isabella was known to have. DNA match confirmed it an hour ago."

"This must be from when she was sick last week. She said she was staying with a friend," Dom said while analyzing the photographs.

"You guys have to consider how lucky you are," Hobbs started, "the Dominguez family is known for their brute violence. Isabella's brother, Andres, and a group of men were convicted of a bombing a housing complex in after a drug transaction gone wrong. They massacred over one hundred and fifty innocent people over a couple kilos of heroin. Isabella herself was wanted for her role in a home invasion that resulted in the deaths of the city's police chief's wife and son. Don't let the good looks fool you, you all danced with the devil and didn't even know it."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time," replied Dom.

"I better get back to headquarters. Dominic, Letty, O'Conner - it's always fun," Hobbs said with a grin.

"Just make sure you have your ass at our next family dinner. And make sure you bring Sammie; she owes me money off of a football game and I intend to collect."

Hobbs chuckled and headed for the door before Letty stopped him.

"Hey, where's my dog?"

"My boys are keeping her company by the trucks. Send one of your comrades down to retrieve her, will ya? They're getting too chummy, and I am not buying them a dog."

"I'll grab her," Brian spoke, "they sprung me an hour ago so I'm gonna head home for a shower before I have to face the music later."

"Thank you," Letty said sincerely while pulling herself from the chair once again to hug Brian. Caught off-guard, Brian skeptically wrapped his good arm around her waist. Rarely did he find himself in intimate moments with Letty.

"No problem. I figure they will release Brooke soon, so she can swing by and get her after."

"Be careful going home," Dom voiced sleepily, the meds already kicking back in. He held his hand out to his brother, feeling closer to Brian than before. They had faced death together once again, proving Mia right - they were stronger together. It made him confident that his sister was in good hands.

"You two be good," Brian said with a a smirk before exiting the room, leaving the two battered mechanics alone.

"Let's see: I've been arrested, shot at, wrecked and totalled Leon's car, and got my memory back all in one day."

"Welcome home," Dom said with a smirk. Letty laughed and tried to make her way slowly over to her bed but the lightheaded sensation rushed through her again. Letty caught herself on Dom's bed, pausing to get her bearings. Dom noticed her paleness and worried. "You shouldn't be out of bed, Lett."

"I'm fine, Dom. Just a little woozy," she waved him off.

"Come here," his deep voice mumbled and he held his arms out to her.

She looked at him skeptically, "You're hurt."

"I'm also sleepy, but every time I close my eyes, you disappear. I don't want you to go wandering off again and pass out because you don't know when to rest."

Letty rolled her eyes, "Fine, Mother Theresa. Just quit lecturing me," she grinned. Letty climbed onto the left side of the bed gently, careful not to come into contact with his wounds. Dom's massive arms immediately wrapped around her torso and pulled her flush against his bare chest. She settled in with her head against his chest and her leg tossed over his, snuggling as close as possible in the small twin-sized bed. She flinched when his palm spread flat across her bare lower back, sending chills down her spine. Being nestled under his warmth and safety brought the sandman to Letty's doorstep quickly.

"You scared the hell out of me today. I was scared I wouldn't get you out of that car," Dom murmured softly into her hair.

"Well watching you nearly bleed out in my lap wasn't the highlight of my day either," Letty replied.

"So what happens now?" he asked, watching her fingers caress his own free hand.

"I don't know what's supposed to happen next," she replied, staring absentmindedly at their hands that were intertwined. "I'm mentally and emotionally wrecked from the past few years, and I don't know how to heal. I thought leaving would make it easier to process what I was going through, but it only made me angrier. Angry that you didn't come running after me, which is delusional because I made it impossible for anyone from my old life to find me. But anytime I've felt like I had to get away from you, something pulls me right back here."

"We've been entangled in each other's lives in some way since we were teens. I've loved you since I was seventeen years old. Regardless of where we are in the world, I don't think that's ever gonna change. Whether you want to stay or go, I won't ever stop chasing you."

His words spoke directly to her heart, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice. Frankly, she was tired of racing away from her past and things she didn't understand about her life. Letty was never one to hide from her problems and she didn't want that to become a part of her character now.

"I don't think I'll be leaving again, at least not anytime soon. Once you're out of here, you will be replacing the blood-soaked seats in my car, along with repairing any damage to the paint job," she stated.

Dom's deep chuckle gave her goosebumps, "Yes boss."