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Author's Count: Hey, Y'all. First, I want to apologize for how long it's been since I posted the last chapter. It was kinda a combination of being distracted by a shiny new fandom and not being sure what exactly I wanted to do with the chapter. I decided to make this story one of my projects for the July session of Camp NaNo, so hopefully that will keep me working on it and giving you updates more regularly.

This chapter is still mostly following the movie, but with Brian's thoughts about everything and some added commentary from the support team. Things should start drifting away from the movie within the next couple of chapters. I was thinking of maybe replacing Rico and Tego with Blake and Rakel, but I haven't fully decided yet.

Anyway, enjoy.
Fae

Chapter 06

The next morning, Brian woke in Dom's arms and just lay there for a moment. They hadn't had this closeness since before Ecuador and he had missed it. It helped ground his senses and keep him in the moment, instead of lost in his head.

That was something he had always struggled with, getting lost in his head, and it had only gotten worse after the Centre. He hadn't been able to get lost in his head around Dom, though. The man was too complex and volatile. He had to stay in the now and keep all of his wits about him.

He had hoped that things would be better after they got together, but fucking Shaw had ruined that and now this mess with Vince. He couldn't let his guard down, no matter how much Dom wanted him to. He just wasn't wired that way and until they were clear and back in LA, he wasn't going to relax.

Dom's arm tightened around his waist. "Out of your head, Buster," he rumbled, his lips brushing the back of Brian's neck.

He shivered slightly. "Can't," he said. "Not until we're clear."

Dom pushed himself up onto one elbow, rolling Brian onto his back and hovering over him. "What part of 'not your responsibility' isn't getting through your brain?" he asked.

Brian gave a self-deprecating grin. "'m trying," he said. "But it's easier said than done."

Dom leaned down and kissed him. "Try harder." He moved so he was more on top of Brian, who let his legs part, welcoming Dom's weight on top of him.

Brian ran his hands down Dom's back as the older man kissed him, eagerly participating, but letting Dom control the kiss. When Dom began pressing kisses down Brian's jaw, he let his head fall back, baring his neck and letting his eyes fall shut.

"Yo, Lover Boy. The Terminator's had boots on the ground in Rio as of oh-two-thirty. You should get up and moving."

Brian didn't want to move, but he knew that they needed to get out of there soon. "Dom," he said, reluctantly.

Dom sighed and rested his forehead against Brian's shoulder for a moment before pressing one last kiss to the underside of Brian's jaw and pushing himself up. He offered a hand and Brian accepted, letting his boyfriend help him to his feet.

"We've gotta find out what's on that chip, then we gotta get out of here," Brian said as they changed into fresh shirts.

"We got time to eat first," Dom said, leading the way out into the main room where Mia was already eating some of what Brian had brought back the day before. Both men gave her a kiss on the cheek before getting food of their own.

Twenty minutes later, Brian sat at a makeshift desk and turned on the GPS unit, activating the chip while Dom and Mia crowded around behind him so they could see as well.

"What do you think?" Mia asked as Brian scanned the map and numbers.

He had seen this before, albeit not to quite the same extent. But he definitely knew what this was, and man were they screwed.

"It's definitely a custom chip," he said, reaching up to point at the menu on the side of the screen. "Look at all these side menus here for data entry. So check this." He pressed one of the buttons that brought up the route on the screen. "Same buildings, same order every week."

"It's a delivery schedule," Dom said, realizing what Brian had known since the train heist. They were in way over their heads.

"What's this?" Mia asked, pressing another button. A new bunch of numbers came up. "Guns?"

"No," Brian said, shaking his head. "No, that's a dealer pack." He turned to look at the Torettos, both of whom were looking at him in confusion. He sighed. That was the one thing he did miss about officially working for an agency. People knew what he was talking about when he mentioned something like this.

He was a little surprised that Dom didn't know what he meant, though, running the streets of LA like he had. Then again, he supposed that was a good thing. Criminal hijacker with a record for aggravated assault he could deal with. Drugs were a whole other kettle of fish and where he drew the line in his virtually non-existent code of morals.

"See, most major players weigh their money so they don't have to constantly count it. Right there, that's forty-nine kilos. Forty-nine kilos is a million in twenties."

Mia looked at him in disbelief while Dom just took the information in and assessed it. "So you're saying each one of these shipments is worth- ten million dollars," Mia said, leaning closer to make sure she was seeing the numbers correctly.

"Yeah," Brian said, nodding. "So that's, what? A hundred million in cash houses?" He turned back to Dom, wondering what his boyfriend wanted to do with this information.

"That is a hell of a lot of cash," Chase said.

"Which means you're in a hell of a lot of trouble," Misaki added.

Yeah. He knew that. And he could see that the knowledge was starting to hit Mia, too.

"Double trouble heading your way," Blake said. "Reyes' goons are almost to your location."

"And the Terminator is a few minutes behind them," Rakel said.

"That's how he keeps it off the grid," Dom said.

Brian nodded. "I think it's safe to say that Reyes is smart to want this back. I mean, it's his whole network laid out right there on one chip."

Mia looked ready to ask something, but a noise just outside the door caught their attention. All three of them looked in that direction for a moment before melting into the shadows inside the garage. Dom and Brian locked eyes and Dom silently ordered him to take Mia and get out of there.

Brian was reluctant to leave. They would be better served to have Dom and Mia leave while he stayed behind to deal with the goons, but he still hadn't had a chance to explain what he now was to Dom and this wasn't the way he wanted it to come out.

Besides, it's not like he actually had time to argue over it.

As the door opened, he gave Mia a boost up and through the open windows at the top of the wall, following after him. One of the goons must have seen the movement out of the corner of their eye because they opened fire. The two of them dropped to the ground outside.

Brian took Mia's hand and pulled her along, slowing his pace so that she could keep up with him as they raced through the favela, weaving between houses, racing across rooftops.

They ran through one alley into another and Mia turned right. Brian was two steps behind her and rammed his shoulder into the goon that came around from the left. He forced the gun up so it fired harmlessly into the air before lashing back with one leg, kicking the second goon in the stomach.

While the second one was doubled over, gasping for air, Brian quickly snapped the neck of the first one before moving to do the same to the second before he had time to regroup.

He looked up to find that Mia had paused and was staring at him, an odd expression on her face. He ignored it and gently pushed her forward. "Go, go, go," he said. He knew there were more goons behind them and that if they stayed in one place for long, they'd get shot, or worse.

They continued weaving through the favela and ran up a flight of steps to the rooftops. Another goon was up there, although fortunately, he was looking in the other direction. Brian took the opportunity afforded by his inattention and quickly snapped his neck.

Unfortunately, there were more goons two rooftops over who immediately gave chase. Brian and Mia began running the other direction, down the rooftops and leaping over the alleys between them. The goons were shooting at them, but their aim suffered since they were also running and jumping between rooftops. That played in Brian and Mia's favor.

At least, it did until they reached a rooftop at the edge of the favela. The next roof was two stories below them, while the one to their left was a story taller than the one they were on. There was no building to their right, leaving them with two options: jump, or go back.

A glance behind them revealed that the three goons were closing on them and it would be too close for comfort if they went back and tried to find another way. They looked at each other and Brian knew they had no choice. He took Mia's hand and pulled her back away from the edge.

He took one last look at the goons quickly closing the distance between them, then back at Mia. She steeled her expression and nodded.

"Let's go," he said, making sure he kept hold of her hand as they got a running start and leaped off the edge of the building. They crashed through the roof and into the house below.

Someone screamed, but Brian didn't give himself time to look around. He jumped to his feet and helped Mia up, ushering her out the door. They stayed pressed up alongside the buildings to hide their movement from the goons above them. Finally, Brian found what he was looking for: a draining grate.

It wouldn't be pretty, but it would give them cover and lead them down and away from the favela. He pulled at the grate, letting Mia enter in front of him. He took one last look around, searching for any sign of Dom, before following Mia.

They followed the drain for a while until they reached a junction where five smaller pipes merged into one larger one that continued down towards the exit. They stopped there and Mia leaned against the wall a little ways down the larger pipe while Brian remained at the junction.

If Dom were anywhere near as smart as Brian believed him to be, he would eventually make his way here, not to mention that the way the pipes echoed, he could hear anyone coming well before they actually got to him.

They only had to wait about thirty minutes before he heard someone coming. Whoever it was wasn't moving very quickly and sounded as though they were alone, but Brian wasn't taking any chances. He looked over his shoulder at Mia and was glad to see that she was standing up, ready to run if she had to.

Brian turned back to the other pipes and closed his eyes to pinpoint which one the movement was coming from. Once he had that, he pressed up against the wall next to that pipe so he could catch whoever it was off guard.

The other person stopped just before entering the main pipe and Brian risked a glance around the corner. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Dom.

"Dom," he said, stepping into the middle of the tunnel.

"Brian," Dom said. He moved closer and wrapped a hand around Brian's neck, pressing their foreheads together for a moment before stepping back. "Mia?" he asked.

Brian nodded down the main pipe where Mia was standing, smiling at the two of them. The two men quickly joined her and she hugged her brother before they all began making their way down the main pipe.

It took maybe two hours before they finally reached the exit and found themselves in a low creek that looked like it was some distance outside the city.

While Dom looked around at their surroundings, Brian was listening to the update from Blake and Rakel.

"The Terminator and his dog took out most of the goons, with a little help from one of the local cops, an Elena Neves. Inara is running the background on her. River took out two more while I herded Simba towards the drainage system. It looks like one of the goons was able to get away and is headed back to his master," Blake said.

"It was the leader," Rakel added.

That meant it was probably the guy that Brian had mentally dubbed 'Twitchy' seeing as he really didn't care to learn the guy's name. Not when the dude was going to have to die if they were going to get out of this in one piece.

Dom finally turned back to them and Brian tuned out the voices in his head. "They're gonna be lookin' for the three of us together now. We need to split up. You and Mia head south. I'll lead them away."

Brian really didn't like that plan. He and Dom were stronger together and he could handle anyone who came after the three of them. If they went their separate ways, he couldn't protect them.

"No," Mia said.

Brian looked at Dom and saw the determination in his boyfriend's eyes. He knew there wasn't anything he could say to convince Dom to let them stay together. Not right now. So instead he turned to Mia.

"Dom's right," he said, even though he really didn't want to. "We got lucky just now. What happens next time? We got no choice but to split up."

"I'm pregnant," Mia said.

Both men stared at her.

"Oh boy. That's a complication you don't need right now," Chase said.

You're telling me, Brian thought sarcastically.

"I already lost my family once," Mia continued, looking at the two of them with glistening eyes. "I'm not going through that again."

"Are you kidding me?" Brian asked, moving closer to Mia.

"No," she said, shaking her head with a half smile.

Brian took a deep breath That changed everything. They couldn't leave her now. He pulled her into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She wrapped her arms around his waist for a moment before turning her head to look at her brother. "Dom. Promise me," she said. "We stick together."

He looked at the two of them for a moment before moving closer. "Promise," he said finally, closing the distance between them and pulling both of them into a hug. "Our family just got bigger," he said with a smile of his own.