Title: Disquieted

Author: Desi (obvz.)

Rating: M (for language)

Summary: They needed privacy. The silence was disquieting; everyone gauging their reactions. Final piece to "Flustered" and "Bewildered".

A/N: The final chapter. For TRINIK and DanDani, you're both beyond awesome! This might be a two parter. I'm so tired, I can barely think straight, but this is what I have. For now.

The thing about being wanted was that someone actually wanted you, and for a specific reason. Fortunately for him, he and his family were wanted... no, needed for the just the kind of mission they were born for. And unfortunately for the people who required their services, they weren't common criminals. They were smart, and knew how to bargain for what they wanted.

So, when Luke Hobbs "tracked" them to Ibiza, he should have known it was too easy. Almost as if he'd been waiting, Dominic was sitting on the front porch with two cold beers in his hand. And when Hobbs approached the man, handcuffs ready, all he did was offer the second beer to the cop with a casual, "We should talk."

That's how it'd begun. Toretto offered Hobbs the deal of a lifetime; he and his family would help catch whatever criminal topped Luke's list, and in return, there would be full pardons all around. And even luckier for them, Hobbs was just desperate enough to shake on it.

Dominic called in his reinforcements who came in a moment's notice. Two days later, everyone had made themselves comfortable in their Tanami villa. The luxury palace boasted beautifully manicured gardens over several thousand square meters with an undisturbed view of the sea reaching all the way to Formentera Island. It was pure paradise. Truly.

Even he was able to relax and really take in the beauty that Ibiza had to offer. Especially its sunsets.

Sunset in Ibiza was magical. Even so on the two-hundred-and-thirty foot yacht that cruised in the Balearic Sea. A small speedboat slowed as it headed towards the yacht. Even in the distance, Dominic could see that besides the driver, there was only one passenger. Her dark hair fanned behind in as the wind whipped it from her face. It was her.

While his family enjoyed a nice, light dinner on the yacht's lower deck, he listened as the speedboat's engine was cut and the driver assisted his passenger aboard the yacht. As she stepped up, all glowing tan wrapped in pure white shorts and a loose white linen shirt that displayed her black bikini top underneath, the entire team held its breath.

"What?" She inquired as her friends and family stared at her, awaiting either her reaction or his. Brown eyes flicked to the head of the table where Dom sat and her breath hitched, inaudibly. They stared at one another for countless heartbeats, while no one spoke a word. They needed privacy. The silence was disquieting; everyone gauging their reactions.

So, Dom stood from the table and climbed the short staircase to the upper deck's balcony. In the seconds before she followed, the brunette pulled Rome's half-full Corona from the table and pushed her hair back as she silently prayed this would go well.

Her sandaled feet were a hesitant sound behind him, as if she was unsure whether or not she'd made the right decision coming here. He felt the warm gust of fragrant wind across his back as she crossed behind it, coming to a stand-still to his right.

Together, the pair remained silent for a long moment, each trying to decide what to say.

"Thanks for coming. The team needs you." He decided.

"Yeah, of course. I haven't missed an adventure yet." She replied, nodding.

More silence. More decisions on what to say.

"How's Owen?"

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to him since Christmas."

He did the math in his head. Eight months.

"Why not?"

"You want the edited version or the unedited version?"

"Give it to me straight, Let."

"Well, while he was making me come, I called him by another name."

Dom's brows furrowed and his eyes blazed with anger. The thought that she'd been with more than just Owen during their two years apart nearly broke him, despite the countless women he'd been with. "Whose?" Not that she owed him any explanation. Especially after what he'd been doing.

She averted her gaze back to the sunset over the sea. The brunette took the time to lean her forearms on the railing of the balcony. She sipped casually from the beer in her hand. And just as he was about to give up and change the topic, she answered, "Yours."

A dozen, if not more, emotions flitted across his face and through his heart; arrogance, pride, happiness, relief. But then a strange wave of sadness swept through him as he watched the pink-gold hues reflect against her tanned skin. "I'm sorry."

Her head jerked towards him, confusion evident on her face. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I know that you wanted to be happy with him. And I ruined that for you. Just like I ruined us."

He wasn't looking for her pity or sympathy. He honestly wasn't. Actually, he'd been expecting anger and outrage for some odd reason. Instead, she tipped back her beer bottle, finishing it before turning to him.

"I think we both know that was never going to happen."

"What's that?"

"Me being happy with another man." She shrugged, the pink hues of the sun hitting her golden shoulder just right. He wanted to kiss that spot. Press his lips against the, undoubtedly warm skin he'd find there.

"You can do anything you put your mind to, Letty."

Her eyes closed as she savored the way he said her name. Owen never breathed her name the way Dominic did.

"We both know that you've always had a piece of my soul. And I've always had a piece of yours."

Did she just call them soul mates?

"Was Owen the only one?"

Her eyebrows raised at that question. He had some nerve. "How was rehab?" She shot back, probably with a bit more spite than she intended. So Owen hadn't been the only one; noted.

"Oh, it was a delight. I got to talk about about the root of my fucking problems all day long."

"Yeah? And just what is the root of your problem, besides your stubborn, macho-ass mentality?" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him in a challenge.

Fine, if it was a fight she wanted, she'd get it.

"You." He spat back. "You made me into the fucking shell of a man I was when you left."

"And you would've made me into a shell of a woman if you would have continued to pressure me for marriage and kids. I left before I could resent you!"

"Well, I have seen the error of my ways. Congratulations." He replied, his voice dipped in sarcasm and topped with disdain.

"Are you saying you don't want me anymore?"

"Fuck, Letty. What do you want from me?" He rubbed his hand over his bald head; a nervous gesture that he could never grow out of. She sighed, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe she let him get a rise out of her.

"You know what I want." Letty pointed a finger at him. "You get us these pardons, Dominic Toretto, and I'll have all the babies you want."

Who was she kidding? Hope had blossomed so beautifully in her heart when Gisele had called her a month ago. She could be with him again; she really could. But she needed security and familiarity. Running from the law was getting tiring. She was going to turn thirty-seven in four days. Certainly, it was fun when she was younger, racing around the world in tricked out cars and staying three steps ahead of law enforcement along the way.

But it was time to settle down. And she couldn't see that happening with anyone but him. If she really thought about it. Truly considered the possibilities of what a great life they could have, she could admit that she did want the whole package with Dom; children, marriage, a house in LA where they could grow old together.

"Wha-?"

"You heard me." Letty started to walk away from the conversation, obviously terminating it. But she didn't get to the first step before he grabbed her bicep and forced her to face him. His lips pressed against hers in a possessive kiss. He was promising her something.

Everything would be alright.

To Be Continued...