DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Fast and the The Furious or any of its characters or parts of the franchise. Duh :/ If I did I wouldn't be on fan fiction

The phone rang twice before Mia picked it up. "Hello?" "Mia," said a familiar baritone voice on the other end. Mia gasped "Dom!? Hey! What's going on? Wait, are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Mia, open the door, I've been out here knocking for ten minutes," he said, his smile clearly heard through the phone. Mia squealed and ran to the front door. When she opened it, there he was, her big brother in the flesh with that same cocky grin she'd always known, backpack slung over his shoulder. She launched at him with a hug "Dom! Oh my god! How-" "Don't worry about it," he cut her off chuckling to himself at some inside joke. She rolled her eyes, accepting that she probably didn't want to know what mischief he'd gotten into to be able to get back home from Panama. Dom hugged her tightly, sighing as he let go.

"Where's Letty?" he asked, his expression hardening a little. Mia looked down, shaking her head. "I don't know," she said wearily, "she left yesterday and didn't tell me where she was going. Just said she had 'business' to take care of." Dom furrowed his brow questioningly, a little suspicion creeping into his mind. The team isn't around to pull off any heists, I left her more than enough money to last at least a year, what the hell kind of business could she possibly have to 'take care of,' he thought. "I'll call her," Dom concluded. "No use," Mia told him, motioning to the table, "she left her phone here."

Dom shook his head, furrowing his brow again. It didn't make any sense. Why would she disappear without a way to contact her? He walked over to the table slowly and picked up the phone, flipping it open. His first thought was to check for a calendar. Maybe she had made a note of an appointment. Dom searched but nothing was scheduled. Internally he scolded himself, he knew Letty well enough to know that she wasn't the type to schedule events in a phone. If she didn't remember it, she wasn't going. He clicked the green phone button, checking her call list. There was a number that had called once and she'd called back. Both calls were dated two days prior at 11:42 pm and 11:56 pm. The number, with a central Los Angeles area code, wasn't saved but it seemed familiar somehow.

A little pang of uncertainty, maybe even a little sadness hit Dom square in the chest as the thought occurred to him that maybe Letty was meeting another man. He even became a little indignant realizing that if the number seemed familiar there was a good chance that she'd gone to met a man that they knew mutually. He was intensely bothered by the thought of someone from the racing scene disrespecting him that way, making a pass at Letty. Even in his absence they should know better than to ever try to claim his trophy. He sighed though; acknowledging that he had left her in the Dominican Republic after she'd explicitly told him not to and she was somewhat entitled to find someone else if that was what she wanted. He paused for a moment, locking his eyes on the floor but decided to click the green button, dialing the number.

He pressed the phone to his ear and looked over at Mia who was watching from the doorway of the kitchen. It rang once, twice, three times but went to an automated voicemail with no name. He hung up the phone, a little frustrated and turned it over in his hand. Suddenly the phone rang, the same number flashed across the screen. Dom picked up immediately, but before he could speak there was a voice on the other line, rushing to speak, almost panicked. "Letty! What's happening, have you got anything? What's going on?"

"O'Connor!?" Dom questioned harshly. "Dom?" Brian answered back, equally shocked. "Where are you? How did you get Letty's phone?" Dom made an incredulous face, beside himself with Brian's bold questioning. "Why the hell do you have this number?!" Dom's tone was dangerous but Brian had no response to his questions. "Dom…if you have Letty's phone… and you're in LA, and you aren't with her, we need to meet up like right now." Dom was becoming more irritated with Brian's assumed authority.

"You wanna explain what's going on, O'Connor?" he barked. Mia was wide-eyed in the doorway now, one eyebrow arched. She motioned at Dom with her arms, mouthing the word "What?" with an irritated and confused expression. Dom shook his head and held a finger up to her, listening to Brian intently now. After a moment he slapped the phone shut, grabbed his keys and made a beeline to the door. "Dom! Where are you going?" Mia called after him, jogging to catch up. He swung the door open "Store. Stay here." "Bullshit!" Mia yelled intensely, "I'm coming with you!" Dom sighed, rubbing his thumb and index finger on his forehead "Mia, this—" "We obviously don't have time for this so get in the damn car, I'm coming with you," she cut him off, jumping in the passenger side and slamming the door. Dom huffed but didn't argue, shutting the door and turning the engine over in his Chevrolet Chevelle SS. He sped down the street, racing towards the store.

In front of the store, Dom slammed the door and trudged up the drive to Brian who was standing outside the store with a laptop, an intense and serious look on his face. Brian's eyebrows perked a little when he caught sight of Mia but he remained silent, deciding he'd have time to speak to her later. She didn't seem very happy to see him and he certainly didn't want to provoke a response from Dominic, who was clearly seething.

"Tell me why I shouldn't knock you the fuck out right here and now," Dom growled barely above a whisper. "You're gonna want to find Letty," Brian returned, raising his chin defiantly. He locked eyes with Dom, unwavering. Dominic returned his gaze, wanting to shoot bullets out of his eyes. Brian's persistent arrogance was not well received by Dom right now. "Guys," Mia interjected, "cut the shit, let's just find Letty."

"Where is she?" Dom growled. Brian opened the laptop and set it on the hood of his car. "There's a tracker under Letty's car," he said, pointing to a little red dot. "When it's solid, she's under 10 RPMs. It blinks if her engine goes any higher." Dom raised an eyebrow, not satisfied with this new information. "Why are you tracking her? And how'd you get her phone number?" Dom asked, growing more impatient. Brian sighed, "She took an assignment." "For what?" Dom snarled. Brian sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "For you, Dom. She's on assignment to clear your name. I got her a deal to clear your name in exchange for intel on Arturo Braga. She's posing as a drug runner for him in exchange for your immunity." Mia covered her mouth with her hand, outwardly concerned. "Shit!" Dom rubbed the top of his head then swung his fist into the hood of Brian's car.

Brian grimaced at the dent in his hood but stayed silent. He looked back to the laptop and pointed to the screen "She's not far from here. About 9 miles. They've stopped so she's most likely done running whatever Braga gave them. She should be done soon and we can intercept her." Dom looked at the screen, making a mental note of the location before turning to return to his Chevelle. "I'm going to get her." "Dom," Brian started to object, "she's trying to clear your na—" Dom silenced him with a fist to the jaw, knocking Brian to the ground. "I left so she would be safe!" Dom roared above Brian "I'm not going to let her put herself in danger! Not for me! And sure as hell not for you!" he pointed at Brian aggressively who was wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Mia stay here!" Dom ordered. He slammed the door to the Chevelle and peeled off.