Title: Leave Out All the Rest
Status: WIP
Pairings: Brian O'Conner/Mia Toretto, Dom Toretto/Letty Ortiz,
Additional Categories: Alternate Universe,
Genre: N/A
Season/Episodes: AU of Jesse's Race against Tran
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death,
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Brian knew that Tran was up to something. The undercover officer knew he couldn't let Jesse race against Tran as something was screaming at him. There was no way Tran was going to race Jesse, not with those dead eyes staring at them from the black Honda.
Series/Sequels: N/A
Last Updated: September 11, 2021
Author's Notes: Title taken from Linkin Park's song 'Leave Out All the Rest'.


Leave Out All the Rest


The sun was beginning to set on the first day of Race Wars, the sky lighting up with shades of yellow and orange as Brian approached the small domain the Toretto had carved out. Just as he got there, the door to the Airstream opened, Jesse scrambling out.

"Whoa! Yo, Bri, what's up?" Jesse exclaimed as he closed the door and locking it to prevent fan girls from raiding the trailer.

Brian smiled, greeting him with a hand slide, but it faded as he caught sight of something in the younger man's hand; a very familiar colored paper. "Hey, what's up Jesse? What do you have in your hand?" He followed him as Jesse walked off to the line where racers were lining up.

"Throwing down the pink slip just like you." Jesse answered, holding his hand up for Brian to catch sight of the title again.

His stomach began to tighten unconsciously, his inner cop instincts going off. Loudly. "The pink slip to what, the Jetta?"

"Yeah."

His instincts blared louder, heightening Brian's stress. After hanging out with the team, Brian had noticed that Dom and Leon had been teaching Jesse how to race better the past few weeks. The man knew how to build the cars from a heap of junk into racers that were speed machines that were unmatched on the streets of LA. Unfortunately, the man had not inherited that racing instinct from his father who was another local legend from another town. He didn't have the ability in those fast seconds as the cars raced over the quarter mile to judge when he should deliver the nos to the engine at the exact moment to edge out the other racer. "You can't bet your dad's car." Sometimes, it wasn't the car. Sometimes, it was about the driver behind the wheel. It was something that Brian learned after racing Toretto, especially if you were still learning the ropes.

You just never knew what could happen.

Jesse brushed off Brian's concern. "It's all right, I ain't losing. This fool is running a Honda two thousand. I'll win. That way, me and my dad can roll together when he gets out of prison. It's all good."

They were nearing the starting line, another two cars speeding off into the distance. "Well, they're going to throw him right back in prison after he kills you." He said but Jesse wasn't listening anymore as they saw the racers that were pulling up to the line.

"Shit, I'm up." Jesse started running, Brian following him, something was beginning to whisper a warning at him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his exposed skin tingling with anticipation.

Leon got out of the Jetta as Jesse ran up to him. "You visualize the win." Leon gave Jesse a hug. Brian walked up to the other side of the Jetta, looking it over as Leon gave Jesse some final advice. "Hey, visualize the win, Jesse. I'm serious. You got to listen to me, man." Leon closed the door.

"Who are you racing?" Brian looked over across the roof of the Jetta to the Honda just in time to see the window roll down to reveal the driver. Johnny Tran looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips, his dark eyes focused on the young man settling into the white Jetta.

Jesse lifted the pink slip to Tran, showing his intent. The whispering voice that had been niggling at Brian now began to scream, his breath shortening and his gut clenched tight, all of his senses focused on the man sitting serenely in the Honda. Gut rolling, Brian bent down to talk to the younger man through the open passenger window. "Jesse, don't do it. I bet you he's got more than a hundred grand under the hood of that car."

"Uh, huh." Jesse was no longer paying attention to him, the engines of both cars revving.

He only had a second to decide.

Brian leaped across the hood of the Jetta, signaling the man who was overseeing the races to postpone just for a bit more. An angry murmur began in the crowd watching them, annoyed at the delayed start. "Jess, let me race him."

"What? No, man." The kid began to protest, hands reflexively clutching at the wheel as if Brian was going to pull him out. It wasn't a last resort Brian would use.

At least, not yet.

He had to get the young man out of the car. "I've got a score to settle with him, Jesse. He blew up my Eclipse, remember." Brian whispered fast, his brain kicking into high gear to find any way to get him out of the car. If there was a way to manipulate Jesse into letting him drive, it would be bring up the car he had raced so long ago. He remembered how Jesse had lamented the loss of the Eclipse after learning how Tran and his cousin had blown it up, wondering how the man could do that to a beauty of a racer. "The man blew up my car, Jesse. Let me stick it back to him."

He could see Jesse hesitate. Leon was standing off to the side, head tilted. "Yo, Brian, let him race, man."

"Please, Jesse. You can keep the car and the money afterward. If I lose the Jetta, I'll build you another one before your dad kills me. Win-win?"

"Hurry up. I have plans for that Jetta." Tran called out, a sneer on his face. "It's such a shame that Toretto will be losing another car so soon after the loss of the other one. Of course, I heard how the white boy lost to Toretto."

"Brian's a good racer." Jesse said heatedly, trying to defend the man that he now saw as an older brother. "Okay, man. Just don't lose my car." He began to quickly unbuckle the seatbelt, his movements clumsy. Brian stepped back enough for the smaller man to get out and took his seat. Jesse poked his head through the window. "Don't lose, man."

"I got this." Brian answered, revving up the engine, settling into the seat. Jesse slammed his hands on the roof before joining Leon at the side who quickly asked what he was doing, an angry expression on his face. Jesse only shrugged, his hands twitching nervously.

What the fuck am I thinking? Brian thought. Tran had over a hundred grand sitting in that car. He was going to have to play this cool if he wanted a chance to win.

The man kneeling between them caught their attention, hands poised in front of him. Brian waited, eyes on the wiggling finger of the race steward. The moment it dropped, the Jetta shot off the starting line first. For the first few meters, it was out on the lead but the Honda quickly came up from behind, the money speaking through the engine. Brian shifted, the red needle on the speed speedometer straining as high as it could go. The quarter mile pole shot past them. Inch by inch, the Honda slowly pulled away from him, the ground passing faster than what Brian had hoped for.

His thumb hovered over the small red button on the steering wheel but he had learned from Toretto that pushing too early would cost him the win. And so, he waited for his only chance, the desert ground flying under the turning wheels, the dust kicked up by both behind him. The half mile pole swept past as the two cars ate up the ground. The three-quarter was shooting toward them, no doubt Johnny Tran was probably thinking he was going to win.

Brian pressed it, feeling the nitrous oxide hit the engine block. He was thrown back into the bucket seat, the car shooting forward as the acceleration increased dramatically. The Jetta pulled out in front of the Honda just as the flags marking the finish line whipped past them, not allowing Tran to use his own nitrous.

Whooping in joy, Brian pulled the Jetta up to where Dom and the others were standing, a large grin on his face. He slid out, almost being bowled over by the excited Jesse. He was paying so much attention to the plans the kid was spitting out that he never saw the punch coming from Tran.

The fist slammed into the side of his jaw, the force of the blow knocking him almost to the ground. Brian stumbled, reaching out with a hand to prevent himself from planting face first into the hard-packed dirt. He recovered, grabbing Tran as he tried to punch him again and slinging him against the side panel of the Jetta. Before he could even move in, he felt someone grab the back of his shirt and pull him away.

Dom stood there, his face thunderous. "Tran, I told you not to mess with my crew."

"He wasn't the one I was supposed to race. Everyone knows it was supposed to be that kid." He pointed at Jesse, who was holding onto his beanie.

"The rules don't state that you have to race the person the car actually belongs to, Tran. You should know that. If you can't handle the unpredictability of the streets, you shouldn't even pull your car up. I expect delivery of the Honda soon. Waxed." Dom turned away but Tran wasn't finished.

The Asian grabbed Dom's arm and spat at Dom's feet when he turned to face the angry man. "SWAT came into my house, disrespected my whole family because somebody narc'd me out. And you know what? It was you!" His face was twisted in fury, skin dark red and splotchy. He didn't see Dom's reaction.

The whump of Dom's fist colliding with Tran's face had the adrenaline flushing back into Brian's system. Tran fell flat on his back, Dom jumping straight on him. The crowd started yelling as Tran's crew ran to back their leader up even as Dom landed another blow, blood smearing over Tran's skin. The security guards ran to pull Dom from Tran. Brian saw Letty angle toward Lance who was storming in and without hesitation, knocked him flat on his ass. Leon covered Dom's back on the other side, wrapping his arm around one of Tran's groupies and pulling him to the ground. Brian lost sight as another of Tran's goons landed on his back, trying to get him down. Without thinking, he planted his feet on the ground and grabbing the back of the man's shirt, flipped him over his hip to land solidly on the ground. He planted his foot on the man's throat, putting enough pressure to pin him.

Vince threw himself in, pushing the guards away and grabbing at Dom's waist. "Dom, chill out, man. Come on!"

Dom struggled against his friend, his face red. "I never narc'd on nobody! I never narc'd on nobody!"

"Dom, let it go." Vince with the help of a big Samoan bodyguard, pulled Dom away and back to their site. Letty grabbed Leon, Brian, and a silent Jesse back to the trailers where Mia was pulling out the medical kit she kept in one of the Airstreams. She had heard the fighting and knew it had involved her team.

"Not even one day we can't go without a pissing match." She huffed as she tended to the abrasions on Dom's fists. Mia rolled her eyes when he pulled his hands away before she could bandage them. "What made you race against Tran anyway, Brian?"

"Mia, go easy on him. If it wasn't him, it was going to be Jess." Leon explained. "Tran had his windows up the whole time. He knew that Jesse drove the Jetta even though I was sitting in it. It was like he planned the whole thing, I guess."

"He knew that if he raced Jesse, he was going to win. He didn't expect Brian to step in and race him instead." Letty put together what Leon was saying. She blew a loose hair strand out of her face. "What a fucking asshole!"

Mia shook her head, going to her boyfriend and looking at where Tran's fist had connected with his skull. "Do you feel dizzy?" Her cool fingers gently touched the heated skin over his jaw.

"Nah, I'm fine. I just have a thick skull." Brian wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer. "How long do you think it will take for Tran to deliver Jesse's new car?"

Dom leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "The race officials will pick up the car's title from him and give it to us before we live. Tran won't keep the car, knowing it would be against the street code if he tries to keep it. After the S.W.A.T. fiasco, he's not going to tarnish his name again."

"I'm going to have to rip that new car apart." Jesse exclaimed, bouncing slightly of the prospect of driving with his old man. "Who knows what Tran put into that car."

"I would clean it first. Don't know where it's been." With that joke from Letty, things quickly settled back into a normal groove. From his vantage point, Brian watched later as Tran and his crew left, leaving a billowing wake of dust. He only hoped it was the last time he saw them. He was pulled from his thoughts as Letty asked him about when he was going to race the Supra to repay the debt he owed to Dom. It led to the team ribbing him while he claimed he was even after saving Jesse's Jetta.

Near five pm, Brian sat in one of the chairs, Mia sitting between his legs, chatting easily with Letty as the feisty Latina recounted how she knocked Tran's cousin flat on his ass. Jesse was still floating on the moon about the Honda Brian had won, going over the engine as he drooled over the parts Tran had put into it.

"The motherfucker never saw it coming, Mia. He thought he could just walk past me to jump on your brother?" Letty maimed punching someone like a boxer, a wicked grin on her face.

"That should show him not to mess with you." Mia laughed, leaning her head against Brian's stomach. Without a single thought, Brian laid a hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing the area at the base of her neck.

"You probably gave him a concussion, Let." Brian grinned, remembering how Lance had shaken his head, no doubt wondering how he got there. Suddenly, the hair on the back his neck rose, body tensing; someone had invaded his personal space. He immediately knew Dom was the one standing next to him. He looked up, his hand stilling on Mia's shoulder, well outside any danger zone.

"We need to talk, Brian."

Looking down, Brian could see a flash of pain cross Mia's face before settling into an emotionless mask. She pulled away from him, pulling the arm that was resting on his calf and bracing her elbows on her knees. "Sure." Brian got up and followed Dom into the Airstream, wondering if he was in trouble. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Tran had the better car in that race but you proved to me that you can handle yourself." Dom said, staring at Brian. "You're in." The blonde-haired man said nothing, waiting for Dom to continue, twisting his face into an expression of light confusion. He now knew what was happening. "You're right, the money we receive from the garage, the diner, the races; it isn't enough to cover the costs of keeping up with the maintenance of the cars. We do something a little extra on the side."

As Dom filled Brian in with their nocturnal activities, the bubble in his head, the belief that Dom was too controlled to pull off a stunt like that burst, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a heavy weight in his stomach. Near the end of the talk, Dom's cellphone went off.

Answering it, Dom locked eyes with Brian who immediately knew it was another job. As the man flicked the phone off, Dom leaned back. "You going to ride with us?"

Brian made a show of thinking, letting his eyes fall on Mia. "Yeah, I'll ride with you, Toretto."

Dom nodded solemnly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the family, buster."

The two men left the trailer, Brian trailing the older man as he called out to assemble the chattering crew. The excitement between the team suddenly blew up as they scrambled to get their gear. All except for one. Mia came up to him a worried expression on her face. "Dom told you and you're going with them, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Brian reached out for her but Mia batted his hands away.

"Don't."

His chest tightened in pain. Brian just didn't know from what. He tried reaching for her again. "Mia, please."

"No, don't even start that crap. You're doing this for you." Mia hissed. Brian grimaced, Mia not knowing how right she was. "I don't want Dom to continue doing this and now you're joining him?"

Dom came up behind her. "Mia, it's only a couple of more times before we can retire to the beach."

Mia stalked off, tears streaming down her cheeks. Brian moved to follow her but Dom's voice called him back. "We got to go, buster. We only have a small window." He stared after the departing woman but turned back to join Leon and Jesse in the second car, Vince and Letty joining Dom in the first.

On the way to Thermal, Brian's mind was automatically cataloguing the distance, memorizing the turns and the area they sped through to inform Tanner and Bilkins later. The whole time, Jesse was breaking down the plan, unaware that he was only helping to build the case against him and his friends.

Dom would force the trucker to slow down while Leon and Letty boxed the trucker in on both sides as Jesse listened for any cops in their area. Vince would then begin the process of boarding the semi, using the first spear gun to break the window and then launch a tear gas canister that would incapacitate the driver long enough for him to jump onto the truck. From there, Vince would get into the cabin and take over, either by gun point or by knocking the driver completely out. From there, they would drive the semi to a place where another crew would be waiting, helping to unload the semi quickly into another unmarked semi for delivery to a black market warehouse.

The cars pulled behind the water storage tanks in Thermal, Brian's eyes picking out the tarp-covered heaps of cars blending into the shadows. Dom got out of the first car, quickly striding up to the black Hondas and pulling off the covers. "We have an extra man this time. Brian, you're riding with Letty. You'll be riding on the left side."

"Your sister's right about this one. This don't feel good." Leon said as he slapped Vince on the chest as he handed over the spear guns over. Vince smiled as he pulled on the harness, carefully wrapping the straps around his hips and thighs.

Dom held up a finger to Leon. "Don't do that." Brian stepped back from the rest of the group, watching their ritual as they prepared for the latest heist, all the while battling between the cop side of himself and the man yearning for the family before him.

Letty blew out a breath, handing over the second one. "Something's wrong." You don't know how right you are.

"Stop." She's right, Dom. An undercover cop is right in front you and you don't even know it.

"Maybe, we should let this one go." Please Dom, let it go. Brian prayed.

"Look, this is the mother lode. We've been on this for three months. After this, it's a long vacation for everyone." Dom slammed the trunk shut. "Let's go."

"I hope so." Leon handed the black helmet to Vince who finished putting the harness on. Brian made his way to the passenger side of Letty's black car.

Dom saw Letty's face and caught her before she could get into her seat. "Listen, the other night I had a dream that you and I were on a beach in Mexico."

"Really?"

"Really." He kissed her deeply. "Come on, let's make this happen. Jesse, keep on those scanners."

"Copy, that."

"All right, let's go."


The Hondas screamed up onto the tail of the semi-truck passing across the bridge. Brian gripped the roll cage as Letty swung onto the fast lane. Dom swung wide left before swinging back in front of the semi-truck. Leon pulled up on its ass as Letty settled on the left side, caging the truck onto the highway. The precision spoke of practice.

Just another nail in their coffin.

"Okay, go time!" Dom's voice came over the walkie-talkie.

Brian watched in horrid fascination as Vince stood up through the skylight, pulling one of the spear guns to his shoulder. A second later, the spear was crashing through the left side window. The window pulled free from the truck the moment Dom stepped on the gas, breaking as it hit the asphalt. Vince quickly pulled on the cable until the hook was dangling off spoiler, no doubt to prevent the wide tires of the semi from catching it and pulling the Honda under.

"We're all good, man. Jesse got nothing on the scanners. Keep going." Leon said. Brian glanced down at the walkie-talkie sitting between Letty's thighs. By now, the trucker should be calling the attempted hijacking in. Yet, the trucker hadn't attempted to prevent Vince from getting on the truck, no swerving, no decreased speed. It was as if he was waiting for Vince to get ON the truck. Bilkin's and Tanner's warnings rattled in his head. His stomach clenched as his brain processed the facts, coming up with only one conclusion; this trucker wasn't going to go down without a fight, a fight he didn't want the cops to know about probably.

The second spear gun was fired, no doubt anchoring into the unused passenger seat, just like what the previous victimized truckers had reported to the police. Vince anchored himself, attaching the wire to his belt. He climbed out on the back of the moving car, no doubt getting ready to make the jump from Honda to semi. Seconds ticked by as Dom adjusted the speed. Then, Vince leaped, barely able to catch onto the holds on the front grill.

"Oh shit." Brian cursed as he saw the first buckshot penetrate the hood, Vince ducking low, the sound of the shotgun lost in the roaring wind. Brian and Letty cursed as Vince scrambled for holds in the front out of sight of the shotgun pointing through the opened window.

"He's got a damn shotgun. Leon!" Dom's panicked voice sounded in Letty's car. Over the radio, he almost sounded just as human as the rest of them.

"Back off! Back off! Get him off of there!"

"No shit, Leon." Letty cursed, trying to keep with the swerving semi.

Dom swerved around to the right side, trying to stay even with the front end of the semi. Brian saw the trucker aim again in the reflection of the left side mirror, the flash of the second shot blazing for the briefest of seconds.

"Letty, you got to do something." Brian warned, trying to keep Vince in his line of sight but the only thing he could see was the hand gripping the curled around the grill side, the fingertips digging into the panel.

"You're the one to fucking talk, man." Letty snarled before lifting the radio to her face. "Dom, I'm pulling up to distract him." She pressed harder on the gas, the Honda shooting forward.

"This not a good plan." Brian turned around to follow the driver's movements, knowing he had the upper hand with the shotgun and the larger vehicle.

"Come on, buster. Shot doesn't get better than this."

"You don't have to encourage him." Brian's eyes widened as he saw the barrel stick out from driver's side window. "Fall back, Letty, fall back!"

Letty didn't hesitate, stepping the brakes as the third blast went off, missing the hood of the Honda as it fell back.

"Son of a bitch!" Letty exclaimed. Suddenly the truck jerked to the left and stopped vi, the tires squealing to bring the massive truck to a stop. Brian saw as Vince tumbled over the hood, disappearing on the other side. Then the truck's engine roared as it lurched forward, speeding back up as it had never stopped. The crew had slammed on the breaks so Dom's car was pushed to the right, nearly hitting a Leon who had tried to keep up with the now moving semi.

"Vince is injured. That flip caused the cable wire to wrap around his arm" Dom reported. "it's digging into his skin." Brian closed his eyes, knowing his fears had been confirmed.

"We need to get Vince off now. That driver's not going to let him off alive."

"What do you have in mind, buster? Want to ask him nicely to pull over?" Letty snarled back, glaring at him through the whisps of hair flying free from her tight ponytail.

"Get to the other side." Brian ordered as he undid the seatbelt and shimmied to the backseats, careful not disturb Letty's driving.

"Dom, move out of the way, we're coming to get him." Letty radioed over. Brian heard Dom order Leon to swing back to the left to take Letty's place. Pulling a bit to the left, Letty collected herself before turning the Honda across and under the rig to the other side. The lowered rooftop barely cleared the semi's frame by a mere inch.

Brian knew what was going to happen before it even happened. "Watch out! He's going to ram you!" Letty pulled away as the trucker tried to ram her into the dirt. She slipped back into the space under the trailer before pulling farther to the right, away from the trucker. "Shit, insane motherfucker!" Brian raged.

Letty blew the curl of hair that flopped in front her face out of the way. "It's not over yet, buster." Letty noticed what he was doing. "What the fuck do you think you're going?" Brian didn't reply, shimmying out the window. Saw him balancing right on the edge of the car's body. "Crazy ass, white boy!"

"Hold it steady." He yelled over the wind. From the movement through the window, he saw the trucker place the gun on his lap, using one hand to reload the weapon. If there was any time to act stupid, now was it.

Seeing Brian balancing carefully on the back of the Honda, Dom pulled away, letting his girlfriend take his spot near the hood. Letty licked her lips, knowing that not only was Vince's life in her hands but also Brian's. She pulled close as she dared, knowing the trucker might ram her again.

Dom keyed the walkie-talkie. He could only pray the trucker hadn't seen Brian on the Honda who was now an easy target to kill. "Leon, distract the trucker."

"Copy that."

"Closer!" Brian yelled, knowing he would only have one chance to get this right. Miss and there was a good possibility the semi would run his ass over. Letty pulled up closer, keeping an eye on the large wheels spinning less than two feet away. "Hold it right here."

Without a second hesitation, Brian leaped, barely catching on the handle and right side mirror. His right foot slipped, nearly causing him to tumble. He quickly unwound the wire wrapped around Vince's arm, the metal slick with blood. He could tell that while painful, Vince could still move it. Vince grabbed at his shirt, hauling himself up. "Vince, you're going to have to trust me." The gruff man only nodded, not doubt weak from the blood loss.

Letty pulled up close, just a little behind the trailer. Brian threw Vince onto the roof of the Honda, his feet finding a hold on the spoiler wing. Once Vince was safely there, Brian looked through the window, seeing the trucker distracted by Leon in the third Honda. He hesitated from following Vince onto Letty's car who was currently screaming at him to get off the joyride from hell. He could give Tanner and Bilkins a first-hand account of the events that happened today but he knew they would want solid proof. Cop or criminal?

He chose.

He balanced carefully on the steps and quickly opened the door. The wind pushed against the open door but Brian's lean form slipped into the cabin, his hipbone grazing the edge painfully. The trucker tried to pull the shotgun back in but couldn't before Brian punched him. The man let the shotgun go, trying to stop Brian from attacking him, which was a huge mistake. Brian's fingers curled around the stock, pulling the gun away and bringing both barrels down to bare on the man. "Follow the Hondas." He ordered, his heart beating its rhythm against his ribs.

Defeated and defenseless, the truck quickly straightened out as the trucker obeyed, the speed easing back to 55 miles per hour. Brian leaned away from the man, making sure the shotgun was far away from the driver as the Hondas led them to a secluded spot. Once there, the trucker was quickly left to his own devices as Leon drove the semi away, Brian taking over his spot in the third Honda.

As the trailer was emptied, Brian made his way to Letty's car, not engaging anyone as his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He didn't even react when Dom poured gasolines all over the semi's hood and igniting it on fire to burn evidence.

The orange flames leapt up into the sky, the black smoke billowing into the night, the undercover cop muttered into the still air. "When you try to burn evidence, more is left behind."


This time, Bilkins waited no time to haul his ass in.

"Another hijacking! This is the third one since you've been assigned to the case, O'Conner!" Bilkins shouted, his skin darkening even more. He turned to Tanner who was leaning nonchalantly against the wall. "Is this what we expect from one of your best up and coming officers?"

"You'll close the case." The words slipped from Brian before he could even register what his brain was even thinking. "I was there on the last hijacking." The statement quickly silenced the room, everyone whipping their heads around to look at him. Tanner pushed off from the wall, his eyes now focused in an intense stare on Brian.

"What happened?"

"You were right. The Toretto crew was behind the hijackings." Once spilled, the words could not stop spilling from his mouth. He told them about what happened at Race Wars, how he had one the race against Tran, cementing the trust Toretto had in him, how it had precipitated his entry into the next job, how he had saved Vince, and quickly taken over the trucker.

"Well that matches the description the trucker gave us." Bilkins mentioned as he paced the room.

Brian's head came up, his face settling into angry expression. "What do you mean?"

Tanner picked up a file on one of the desks, flipping through the various pages. "When the trucker was picked up, he was very closed off about what exactly happened in the cabin of the semi, however, he did manage to give us a profile of one of the hijackers." Tanner handed over an artist sketch to Brian. "With his help, we were able to get a facial possibility. We haven't told the trucker yet, only that we're searching the databases for a match."

The sketch was one of those that had Brian seen in his career as a cop. The paper was lined with the fine strokes of an artist's sure hand, the sweeping lines giving rise to a familiar face; his own. The likeness wasn't exact as there were subtle differences but Brian could see how similar it was to his own.

"You thought I was going native." Brian raised his eyes to Tanner and Bilkins, oddly calm. "You were testing me to see if I was going to hold something back."

"As of right now, we're holding back on releasing the sketch to the media while we choose a course of action." Bilkins said, sitting on the edge of a desk. "We're going to need to wrap up this case pretty soon considering we now have proof that the truckers are going to arm themselves with or without our permission."

"Brian, what are your thoughts on Toretto?" Tanner asked.

"He's not going to stop. From the arguments I've overheard between him and his sister, he'll continue hijacking trucks until something breaks, either a trucker kills one of his crew or until he makes a mistake and a cop stumbles onto an active hijacking, blowing it up in his face."

"Which would have happened last night hadn't you stepped in." Brian could only nod.

"They'll continue. While Vince recovers, I'll be taking his spot. They've already adjust the harness and showed me how to hook on to the cable. Not that I needed the training." Brian answered, swallowing at the bile rising in his throat. With every word he spoke and the actions he performed, he knew he was nailing in the Toretto crew nail by nail into a coffin 8 by 11 feet wide.

"We can't wait while Brian calls us. Considering how you can't break away from them, we're going to have to engineer a trap."

"The man at the docks calls Dom's burner. I'll see if I can get it from Mia."

Over the next couple of hours, Brian helped Bilkins and Tanner sketch out a trap to capture the gang and close the case for good.


Spyridon: So this little gem has been bothering me for the past few years. This story will be a one-shot story since it's a 'WHAT IF' story and isn't part of the other TFAF series I currently have in work. I hope you like this story arc as I wanted to focus on what would have happened if Brian had turned the crew in.

BTW: NEVER FORGET!

Reviews are greatly appreciated as I would like to know what you think!