He dialed and dialed the number but no one picked up. He heard her screams, he knew Shaw had found her. He couldn't understand why she was at the office. Why didn't she go to the airport like she was supposed to? He rubbed his hand over his face. He had been on his way to the warehouse when he received the phone call that Deckard Shaw was out. He knew the first place he was coming to. He wanted that godseye. "Damnit!" He yelled slamming his fist into the back of the seat. There was still no answer from her phone. "Can you drive faster?"

"Try Scott." The driver spoke. He didn't think about that. He began dialing Scott's number, his phone just went straight to voicemail.

"He's not answering either." He sighed as he looked out the window.

"Two minutes, sir."

Mr. Nobody looked over in the seat next to him. His eyes met the bald headed man he met just a few short months ago in Los Angeles. "What's your daughter name?" Dom asked.

"Natalie. She's mine one and only. She began working with me a few years ago because she decided to stick her nose where it didn't belong. She is smart. She can outwit anyone. She has been dating one of my men, Scott, he's a good kid. Annoying as hell, but he is a good kid. He is supposed to be asking her to marry him soon."

"Oh yeah? How do you feel about that?"

"It makes me sick to my stomach. That's my little girl. She will always be my little girl."

"We are going to find her and we are going to bring Owen and Deckard Shaw down."

"She was so angry with me when I decided to go back to work after being shot. She would yell and scream at me but I didn't budge. I knew the job had to get done. I was the only one to do it. I should have listened to her."

"We are here, sir." His head shot up and looked out the window when he noticed Scott and Natalie's cars were parked in the lot. He shook his head as he quickly climbed out. "I got the back."

Nobody moved to the door that was slightly opened, his gun was pointed straight ahead with Toretto and O'Connor right behind him. "Natalie?" Nobody called out. He pointed the guy aim, before turning left, then right. It was silent. "Come on, baby." He whispered.

"Over there." Brian pointed. Nobody's head shot up and looked in the direction he was pointing when he saw a figure on the ground.

"Scott." He ran over to the man, kneeling down next to him, and feeling for a pulse. "Damnit!"

"Is he dead?" Brian asked.

"Yes. He slit his throat." He got up off the ground and walked away. "He has my daughter. The godseye is in the top office up there. Go get it."

"We can't…" Brian started.

"We can!" Nobody yelled. "He is going to kill her. I need you to go get this for me."

"Go, Brian." Dom ordered. Brian nodded his head as he took off in the opposite direction of them. The two other men decided to keep going, hoping to find her alive.

"She was seven." Nobody spoke without looking over at Dom. "Her mother died when Natalie was just seven years old. It's been just me and her for a long time now. I never thought about remarrying because I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I loved her mother. But I wanted that for Nat. I wanted her to be happy. She found that happiness in Scott. If she is still alive, I don't know how I am going to tell her."

"He fought for her. You tell her that." Dom replied.

"Sir!" He heard a voice shout out to him. "Over here!" Nobody moved through the building towards the voice that was shouting to him.

"Douglas, where are you?" Nobody shouted.

"Keep straight, you will run into me." Douglas shouted back. Nobody was running full speed, they had found her. She was okay. She was okay. She had to be okay. "My flashlight keeps going out, sir."

"I'm coming!" Nobody shouted. He heard the footsteps behind him knowing Dom was right on his tail. He continued towards the direction of Douglas when he finally caught up the man.

"There's blood, sir. I don't know…"

"Let's go." Guns were pointed as they moved together in sync as they continued to look for Natalie.

He could still hear her screams on the phone, she was screaming for him to help her. He couldn't get that out of his mind. She was in trouble and for the first time, he was there to get her out of it. He shook his head of the thought as they moved into the cubbies. He noticed only one light was on and it was swinging. He took a deep breath as he held his hand up for everyone to stop. He was the first in. His knees buckled to the ground as his gun hit the ground. "NO!" He screamed. His screams filled up the entire building as he looked up at his daughter. Her body was swinging from the light. Blood was pouring from her face, her beautiful green eyes were opened as the light shown directly on something in her hand. It was the ring. "Natalie!"

"Get her down!" Feet shuffled around him as he covered his face with his hands. He was too late. He had lost. It was over. The only thing that meant anything to him in the world was taken from him, strung up for anyone to see. Shaw was a powerful man but they underestimated just how powerful he was. He took what mattered most. Nobody felt hands come up under his arms, lifting him in the air. He watched as Natalie's body was slowly let down to the floor. He moved quickly over to her, cradling her hand in his lap. "Oh my sweet girl, I am so sorry." The tears flooded down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please." His voice was hoarse, just short of a whisper.

"Sir..." Nobody's head shot up. "We've found him. He's head to the airport."

Nobody didn't move as he ran his hands down Natalie's head. "You find that fucker and you put two bullets in his head."

You never know what you truly have until it's gone. You spend your whole life protecting them from life itself that you fail to see just how fragile life really is. All she ever wanted to do was be like her father. She grew up looking up to him and admiring him. But the truth was this...he admired her. She was charismatic, humble, loyal...her heart was as big as the Atlantic. She was stubborn because she knew when she was right and she was going to fight until someone listened. She never backed down from a fight. She always had someone's back. How could he take that for granted? How could he not see that the life he lived but hers in danger the moment she would open her eyes in the mornings? He spent the rest of the night holding his little girl in his arms, he was the only left in the building as the world continued around him. Deckard Shaw was still on the move. He was still out there taunting him but it didn't seem to matter anymore. His life was lying in his arms...asleep. She would wake up soon. He was going to be there when she did.