AUTHORS NOTES: Hello readers! This is another one of mine and its extra exciting because this is a mash up of Fast and the Furious and NCIS LOS Angeles! I think the idea of the two of them combined together is so exciting! So of course I had to do one my self. So this is another one of mine I have taken from my vault of stories. Now I warn you the time lines might be off but hey nothing is perfect! Also I couldn't help my self when it came to Brian and Tej's characters, so I upped their back stories and skill list. They are two of my favorites when it come to the Fast and Furious series. And yes, no worries Roman will still be in it. I mean come on you cant have Brian without Roman right? WARNING: In this chapter I guess there is talk of past child abuse and there is bad language. Hope you have been enjoying my other stories I have already posted. Happy reading!
Chapter#1
The night is warm and the humidity is thick. It was one of the reasons why he remained in Miami. The hot climate thaws a layer of ice that formed in his that it made much of a difference, Brian was nicknamed Snowman for a reason. His once-warm baby blues lost their luster two years ago. The light had been fading, flickering from a young was just the final gust to snuff out the fire. The chill set in with Brain's first memory of his father hitting his mother. Only to grow over the years before finding permanent residence when Brain comes home one day, and his mother is Brian has always been able to lock the ice away, to ignore the ebbing pain in his chest. Roman Pearce had always helped, his best friend with the biggest mouth. And for a moment, getting behind the wheel for the first time, Brian thinks it will be he goes to juvie, to escape his father and the ice grows. Brian was numb from it, for those two years he had to survive by letting the ice consume him. It was why he got swept up into undercover work once he graduated from the academy. They said his ability to shift from beaming surfer boy, to freezing ice cold criminal was was only just shy of turning twenty when he went under for the first time. That op had lasted six months and ended with the entire drug ring in cuffs or gave Brian a goal and satisfaction. He enjoyed bagging the asshole of the week and it soothed the that changed when Dominic Toretto's file was plopped down on his should have pulled out after sitting in that backyard for the first time. When Jesse went for the food first and Dom made Jesse say grace. Brian was done for, right then and he's always wanted a family, one that wasn't broken glass with crimson edges. Brian had that with Roman but lost that afternoon, surrounded by a family that laughed and loved one another. Brian wanted nothing more than to be a part of it. Which is why Brian, had every intention to come clean after race wars. He already had a plan on how to frame Johnny and Lance, and protect Dom and 'd stay with the force; to guard the family he was now a part of. But then Jesse ran and Dom the asshole, decided to do a heist wanted to scream, tear everything down around him in rage. If they just waited a few more nothing came to Brian easily, he's always had to fight tooth and naïve wasn't something Brian would call himself. But at that moment standing before Mia and telling her the truth, he should have known. They never slept together; Brian refused to use Mia that way to get to Dom. But they were still close, and Brian ran interference between Mia and Vince. It was how she looked at Brian, with betrayal in her eyes. Any bond Brian had with Mia Toretto was gone. Still, he wanted to try. To protect his family, even if they didn't see him that way.
Then he finally made it to the semi, to the shit show which Dom willingly walked them into. And Brian pulled them out of the 's heart always jumped into his throat when Dom looked his way. But only for the hunger that gaze held. Because Dom's gaze promised calloused hands and a hot tongue. It promised a family, of someone to stand his shirt to Vince, blood seeping to slick Brian's hands, all he wanted to do was protect what he'd been given. But when he made the call, and Dom looked at Brian, his gaze was was like Brian was sixteen again, trapped under his father as the man used a beer bottle to beat him bloody. There was no lust or warmth. Just hate and fury and Brian would have sobbed if he was still day Brian looked at Dominic Toretto and saw his father. Brian was a kid again, afraid of someone he was supposed to love. The ice kept his tongue from moving. Then Dom left him, in the middle of the desert with Vince's blood on his hands. Then Brian didn't even try to pull his weapon when Dom pointed a shotgun at him. That right there should have been an eye-opener. Dom was screaming at Brian, not letting him get a word in. Not giving Brian the chance to say he was the one that saved Dom's family. That it was Dom's fault but it was okay because Brian had his back still. Then Jesse showed up and was yelling out how sorry he was and then he heard the bikes. Jesse was in the center of the lawn, with no cover, and nowhere to go. So, Brian ran towards him and pushed him out of the way. When Johnny and Lance came flying down the street and they pulled their triggers, everyone behind him went diving for cover. Brian felt the punch of a bullet finding a home somewhere in his hip, knocking him down. The pain flared and punched the air from his lungs. But Brian was never one to stay down, so Brian let the ice take 's faced worse from his father. He ignored his name being screamed as he rolled in the grass, before getting his feet under him. Lance went down and out easy enough thanks to Brian's training. With all the time at the shooting ranged helped as well. Brian didn't hesitate and chased after Johnny next. Brian didn't even register the roar of a Charger behind him as Brian drove. The chase was messy, and Brian quickly called it in as a trap. One final nail in Johnny Trans coffin and one final favor to save the Toretto family. Then he whipped his car to the side and took his shot. At that very moment Brian realized something. A chilling truth that trickled down his spine. Brian has never shot and killed anyone before. In all his years Brian has never had to pull the trigger at the intent to his hip is throbbing, and their chase ended up with Dom crashing. He went to the man a desperate hope still crawling up his hands Dom the keys and finds his voice "Get out of here, I owe you a ten second car" Brian had said. It hurts to stand and even if the jagged metal of the Charger digs into his back, he leans into the totaled car to catch his breath. The adrenaline is the only reason Brian is still standing, crimson dripping down his jeans in a steady stream. So, Brian shoved his jeans down slightly, grunting in agony as he shoved his thumb into the bullet hole. It was crude, but it would stem the bleeding. Brian hoped when Dom took the keys from his bloodied hands, that Dom would take Brian he would put those hands-on Brian. The ones that Brian loves and pull him no, Dominic Toretto takes the keys and leaves Brian in the mess that he started. This a reminder that Dom is a criminal. And Brian still fell into the man's orbit, still got pulled in. It was just like his father all over was left bleeding, cleaning up the mess someone else had man never looks back. Doesn't say a thing, just turns around and walks away. Brian had to wonder if Dom thought Brian could just go back after this. That he didn't just nuke his career. There wouldn't be a hospital, no interrogation. By leaving Brian, Dom just sealed his fate. Brian would have to run; he was dirty now. He'd gone native. His perfect record was destroyed in twelve hours. It would take Brian several nights after giving himself a crude patch job, before hitting a safe house to realize the truth. Not only did Brian hand over the keys to the Supra but to the part of himself that keeps the ice locked that's okay, being warm has only ever brought him pain. Brian never takes the bullet out; it wedges itself into his bone. A physical reminder, painful and always present.
Then Brian finds himself in Miami, raw and scrambling. All he wants to do is hide away and find a dark corner to lick his wounds. But Brian never gets what he wants. So, there he was two years later on a hot night in Miami adrenaline pumping threw his whole body. Brian yelled as he passed the junction. Adrenalin pumped through his veins. His heart raced and the high was incredible. In moments like these he understood what Dom told him. This wasn't a drag race, but only during the run he felt really free. And Brian liked the street races in Miami more than the ones in L.A. Here he could live up to his driving skills. Brian passed the finish line and stopped short some meters near Tej. He got out of the car and enjoyed the walkabout. The people cheered excited. It was hard for Brian to come down from the adrenalin high. Tej came over to him beaming
"Wow, B! You know your shit. You're really ice, bro!" Tej said
"Come on, Tej. That was nothing" Brian said.
Nevertheless, Brian felt good at the thought that other drivers would've evaded the truck. And they did. Satisfied Brian grinned
"Here, bro" Tej said and gave him a big bundle of money.
Brian counted some Franklins in Tej's hand
"Maybe next you organize something spectacular again" Brian said
"I will, B!" Tej said smiling.
While turning around to his car. Brian's gaze moved through the crowd. He faltered. There were these two women again. The first one appeared for the races since he came to Miami. She never talked to any of the drivers, but only watched. She stuck out of the crowd: she was Latina and dressed in contrast to the other bunnies, very elegantly. She appeared like a cop to him. The second woman fitted better in the scene. Her clothes consisted of more material than that of most of the present girls. And Brian did watch her as she did look at the cars with honest interest. She clearly was savvy. But she, too, didn't belong to the scene. Brian couldn't say why he got this feeling, but at the latest after juvie he knew to trust his instincts. And his instincts told him to avoid this woman, too. He should go anyway. Brian waved gratefully at Tej, when he sat back behind the wheel. While doing so he noticed the man behind Tej. He had black curls, was more or less the same size as Brian and had piercing brown eyes. His suit identified him as very prosperous. Brian knew this man. Probably everyone in Miami's underworld knew him. Carter Verone. The man, who looked for drivers. And the man, Brian avoided more than cops. It surprised Brian how much of his old life was still in him. In his heart he was still a cop
TIME SKIP/PAGE BRAKE
With a lively stride Grisha Alexandrovich Nikolaev Callen (also known as G) entered the villa of the OSP. Although the weekend was over, he spent the past night very good. The blonde from the bar had looked like a model and didn't have much more brains, but for the nightly activities it had been sufficient. Callen grinned brightly as he placed his bag by his desk. Even as something gnawed on his mind, his grin didn't disappear as Osama Hanna (also known as Sam) entered. Callen thought that his best friend and partner didn't seem to be well rested after the weekend. He looked more like enraged. And he put the blame on Callen, judging how he glared at him. Even though Callen wasn't aware of any crime
"Morning, big guy! What's eating you?" Callen asked
"You" Sam grumbled. He slammed his bag on the desk "you wanted to pick me up, G!"
Callen flinched. That's why he thought the whole morning he forgot something. That's why he checked the magazine of his SIG at least four times until now
"I'm sorry, Sam. I totally forgot. But I stuck a note on the door" Callen said
"Then how could you forget?" Sam asked
"I didn't sleep at home" Callen said.
He was saved from further questioning as Eric Bartholomew Beale whistled
"Kensi's on air!" Eric said. Callen immediately used the chance and popped upstairs. Sam followed hot on his trail
"Wait a moment, G! What do you mean, you didn't sleep at home?" Sam asked.
Callen remained silent and turned off to the ops center
"Were you with a woman? Did you sleep at said women's place?" Eric asked
"Does G finally have a girlfriend?" Kensi Marie Deeks nee Blye asked smiling to them from the big screen. She looked at Callen mischievous and curious
"No, I don't have a girlfriend" Callen said sighing "but yes, I did sleep at a woman's place. And I had to hurry to be punctual. Therefore, I didn't think of you, Sam. So once again, I'm sorry. You'll get a donut"
"Nonetheless" Henrietta Lange (also known as Hetty) said as she strolled in "even though I appreciate your work ethics. For the safety of the other road-users, please drive more slowly the next time, G"
Hetty gave him an envelope. With a sinking feeling Callen looked at the sender's address: the LAPD. He was zapped again
"I'll try" Callen assured
He planned to drive well-behaved under the speed limit for the next month
"Do it, G. Otherwise you will visit driving school again!" Hetty said.
Okay, for the next three months. Callen heard a repressed chuckle. He looked around the room. Eric coughed suspiciously, Sam looked grinning brightly at the floor and Kensi giggled
"Okay, let's get back to the case. Carina Pereira, what do you have?" Callen asked as he diverted them
"Oh, really funny, G! Next time I'll choose my alias myself! I couldn't get a hold of Verone. I still work behind the bar. Although he invited women into the VIP lounge over the past three months, all of them were only guests. And every time it was another one. In spite of this there's another woman, who behaves odd. She does everything to attract Verone's attention" Kensi said
"Is she an employee?" Sam asked
"No, a guest. Her tops are very low-cut, but Verone hardly looks at her" Kensi said
"Are there any other suspicious doings in the club?" Callen asked
"Not really. No one deals with drugs. But I spotted a cop, who talks to Verone often, thus he must be dirty. But I eavesdropped on a conversation between Verone and his bodyguards. The drugs are definitely in Argentina, but he got problems to get the money out of the country. Therefore, Verone's looking for drivers" Kensi said
"Is there any clue to the dead marines?" Hetty asked, Kensi shook her head
"They weren't mentioned, but Verone generally talks little about his business. He just visits the street races in Miami once a week" Kensi said.
Sam stepped next to Callen and crossed his arms
"Verone's looking for drivers to do the transportation. It would be ideal to catch him in flagrante. We pose as drivers, bring him the money and arrest him" Sam said
"It won't be that easy" Kensi cautioned "I watched the street races. You have to participate there, otherwise you won't be short-listed for Verone. And it got round the scene already that Verone's looking for someone. Many of the drivers compete against each other"
"Then it won't be easy to get in there" Sam said and drew a deep breath and Callen felt his gaze on him "at any rate we'll have to learn many things"
Pensive Callen stared into space. Gun-runners, drug dealers, terrorists, murderers. They were able to handle all this. They knew the behavior, the language. This was completely virgin territory
"About which required skills are we talking, Kensi?" Callen asked
"Sam and I could pose as tourists, just passing through. We take part in the race the evening Verone turns up, win and that's it"
"G, it isn't just about fast driving" contradicted Kensi
"These aren't the drivers you normally follow" Hetty chimed in "I'll show you. Eric, could you retrieve the recordings of the traffic cam last night? Two roads away from Grapeland Heights Park. It had to be around 11 o'clock at night"
"Give me a moment" Eric muttered and typed eagerly.
The video image of Kensi shrunk by a quarter and a second window appeared. The video's quality was remarkably high. It showed an excited crowd and race cars in gaudy colors stood there. The women were slightly clad, the men acted cool and showed off their machines. A guy broke away from the crowd. He was young, black with corn rolls and calmed down the people with some simple hand gestures. Four drivers stepped forward. The only woman in their midst wore shorts and a cropped top. She combed her loose hair with her fingers from her face. The second driver was black and Callen guessed his size about 6.5 ft. He looked like roadworthy rapper. The last two drives were white. One had black, short hair and wore an open shirt. On his wrists and around his neck hung rocks that looked certainly more expansive than they were. The second one had blonde locks. He was dressed casually – jeans, t-shirt and red Converse's. He seemed to get on very well with woman, because she greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. Blondie shook the hand with the first black guy with corn rolls and gave him a bundle of money. The others followed
"How much money will this be?" Sam asked
"Judging by what I'm aware of it could be well over $ 10.000" Kensi answered "it seems to be depending on who drives. Every time the blonde one's there, high sums are at stake. He is something like a popstar there. They call him Bullitt"
"And what exactly do you want to show us?" Callen asked
"Wait and watch" Kensi said.
Callen watched the video closely. He even spotted Kensi in the crowd. She stood near the black guy with corn rolls, who received the money
"Who is the guy with the money?" Sam asked
"They call him Tej" Kensi said
"Eric?" Hetty said
"Already at it" Eric said and typed and a driver's license appeared on screen "the man is none other Tej Parker" Eric started but Sam interrupted
"Hold up, hold on as in Parker the former famous NASCAR driver?" Sam asked surprised and impressed
"The very one. He had been doing good, since he started off back when he got out of school for himself. Got recognized by the right people, and won every race he got put in once he went pro. Then like a lot of professional racers, one bad crash and he retired from the scene" Eric said
"Just how bad are we talking here?" Callen asked
"He got clipped by one of the other drivers. Hit the wall going over 150. His car was ripped apart, but by some miracle he survived. It says here his whole right leg was shattered not just broken but shattered. After that he couldn't race anymore because of the pain. He doesn't have any arrest or anything like that, just some speeding tickets. He owns his own garage in Miami. Which seems pretty popular because it's always busy. Guess he quit the racing scene completely because he doesn't race at all there in Miami" Eric said
"Not quite" Callen said and stared at the video "he organizes the races now"
"The race should start about now" Kensi said.
The four racers went to their cars, climbed in drove to a sprayed-on start line. Tej stepped in front of the cars, lifted his hands and gave the start signal. The cars dashed forward. The cars of the woman and the blonde took the lead. The other two had barely a chance. Shoulder to shoulder they drove around corners, dodged approaching traffic. The blonde pushed to the front. His driving fashion was smooth. He didn't graze any other cars
"Does he even brake occasionally?" Callen asked
He had no idea how the guy kept control over the car
"Wow!" Sam said in awe of the blonde's skills and leant forward. The blonde drove directly toward a junction. And from the left came a transport truck "I hope he slows down!" Sam put his hands on the desk.
Callen agreed with Sam. If the blonde didn't stop soon, roughly 110 mph and fifty tons would hit each other. But the car even speeded up! Now there was only 3 feet left. The truck drove on, the blonde, too
"Stop!" Callen and Sam yell together
"Oh God!" Eric said and turned away
The car speeded up again. The truck drove directly to the center of the junction. The car drove underneath the truck and arrived without damage at the other side. The car of the woman driver slowed down
"I don't believe it!" Sam groaned.
Callen just noticed now, that his respiration had fastened over the whole time. He drawn a deep breath to get his pulse down to a normal level
"What does this dude got in his veins?!" Callen demanded "ice? Gas?"
"Or nitrous oxide" replied Kensi "that's the big hit with the racers"
On the screen the car drove over the sprayed-on finish line. The blonde stopped with squeaking wheels and got out. The cheering crowd came up to him. The blonde beamed. The video was a little grainy, nevertheless Callen could see his face. The smile was very attractive, it made his heart rate go up in a totally different way
"Eric, find out who that guy is" Callen instructed "police record, family. If we handle this clever, he'll be out ticket into the race scene. He surely can put Sam and me there"
"Then he must not accept any offers of Verone's" Sam said "and after such a stunt he's surely now on top of the wish list. He'd be the ideal driver"
"Maybe we could convince him to take one of us as partner?" suggested Callen "shouldn't he play along, we threat with a charge of dangerous driving"
"Guys, this dude has worse problems" Eric said and put a file on screen "that's the driver: Brian Matthew O'Conner. Born and raised in Barstow, California. Two years in juvie for auto theft and fast driving. Moved to Los Angeles and attended the police academy"
"Wait!" interrupted Callen "this O'Conner is an officer?"
"Yeah. He finished top of his classes and he holds top spot for the best UC officer and…. wow" Eric said as he read on
"What?" Callen and Sam asked. Eric shook his head
"O'Connor, his skills listed are crazy! He is a master marksman; he has never missed a shot in his life. He is skilled in many forms of martial arts including aikido, judo, karate, savate, and boxing. He has a masters in negotiations, he was top in his classes for first aid and CPR training. He is a volunteer for fire and rescue. He has degrees in both criminology and criminal investigations, he too was top of his classes. Those classes he took voluntarily on his own time, they weren't even necessary to take. He spent most of his free time helping out at a homeless shelter for teens. He also can speak, read and wright in eight different languages. His not stupid in the slightest either. An IQ of 131 is considered high. His mentor Nick Tanner made him get his IQ tested. O'Conner tested a sore of 170" Eric said. Everyone stood there and looked quite impressed, even Hetty "yeah so anyways, back in L.A he went on patrol for some months. Then Sergeant Nick Tanner took him under his wing. He chose him for some undercover-ops. He got very good evaluations, however only from his bosses and higher ups. Apparently, he wasn't very popular with his colleagues. There were confrontations" Eric said biting his lip
"Why?" Sam asked
"There's nothing in the file. At any rate there was a joint undercover-op between FBI and LAPD two years ago. Truckers were robbed on the highway. Due to the precise driving the LAPD suspected street racers as culprits. O'Conner was smuggled into the scene, but at the end of the investigations he let the prime suspect go. Since then, he's been on the run" Eric said
"Great" Sam said sighing "an ex-cop, a very smart ex-cop. He certainly won't help us. And he would know all our tricks. Probably would see us a mile away"
"Maybe he'll help, if we give him a suitable incentive" Hetty mused "find him. I'll ensure that Mr. O'Conner's charges will be dropped, should he cooperate"
"Do you really believe we can trust him, Hetty?" Callen asked as he looked over at her "we can't work with someone who puts a knife on our back"
"Fly down to Miami, G. I'll send you the FBI agent who led the investigations. Then you can assess whether he represents a great risk. I don't think so though" Hetty said
"And what will I do, Hetty?" Sam asked
"As soon as the operation is underway, you will be the backup. Marty (Martin Attcus Deeks also known as Marty) is already down there with Kensi. You will fly down with the large luggage of all the new supplies that we might need. I already arranged that the LAPD will leave us two seized cars" Hetty said
"Well, big guy" Callen said and patted Sam on the shoulder "be seeing you there. Kensi, in meantime you and Marty talk to the MDPD. They should be willing to provide us with men to catch O'Conner at the next race" Kensi nodded and disconnected the link "then I'll pack my shorts. Eric, send me O'Conner's file to my cell. See you soon, Hetty!"