Authoress' Notes: Okay so this story by no means I'm not finishing my Crossing Lines story, I am working hard on that piece. But I simply could not get this idea out of my head. So this is completely separate from my other pieces. This follows the Fast Five storyline. There are major spoilers here, so if you haven't seen the last scene of Fast Five, you might not want to read this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not these characters. They belong to the studio and the writers. I am not drawing any profit from this and it is purely for entertainment purposes.

Ticket To Berlin: Part One

Berlin, Germany: 2:30am

The Roxette's "She's Got Nothing on…(But the Radio)" was blasting out of the sound system of one the cars parked a hundred feet from the group of five black Honda Civics. A scanner in one of the cars lit up red and the man with the headphones on sat up straight. After a few moments he turned to blonde in his driver seat and started speaking to her in German. She nodded and climbed out of the car. She walked up to the first car in the line and leaned in the passenger window.

A Latino woman was reclining in the seat, her eyes closed.

Hannah's British accent was favorable to Michael's German one, but just barely. "Matty, says the chatter's up. The package is movin'."

"That's good news aye, Boss." Michael flashed a grin at the woman from behind the wheel.

"Do I look like a boss?" She growled.

"Sorry Letty." He apologized.

Letty waved Hannah back towards the other car and grabbed her radio, as she exited the car. "Listen up," She called out over the radio and finished her double check of her harness. "The red-bird is moving and so are we." She jumped back into the car and continued as Michael started the engine. "What we are after is the middle car. There will be one car in front and one behind. This is a military convoy and these guys are soldiers, so be ready. We stick to the plan and we get this done."

The five cars pulled away from the party that had been serving as their cover and roared out onto the main road. The seven of the ten crew members were chatting over the radio and hyping themselves up. The convoy came into sight and the eighth member, the unofficial boss, spoke, "Can the chatter, its game time."

"Is she always such a hard-ass?" Matt asked in German to Hannah.

Hannah nodded and replied in his language, "Has been since I met her. Bloody American bitch."

"You don't like her?"

"Fuck, Matty, I don't like you. I'm here to get paid."

He narrowed his eyes at the road. "I'll remember that."

The second car pulled up next to the first car, than blew by it. The little Asian-looking girl in the crew, Moji, pulled herself out of the car through the sunroof and perched on the rear spoiler. Trevor, Hannah's twin brother, revved the engine of his car and moved close to the military trucks as they started to pass them. Moji, threw a small circular devices on the rear and front trucks, but the boys in the trucks didn't notice. They might have, if Moji hadn't been completely naked and been waving at them like an idiot.

"Not such a bad distraction plan." Hannah complimented.

"They think she's drunk." Matt informed her, shaking the radio. "They have no idea what's about the happen."

Moji, rolled herself back into the car and pulled a German football jersey.

Trevor grabbed his radio, "Let's hit this thing!"

"Jumpers, you're up." Letty barked. "Tate, Katie get those flashes ready. Damon it's you and me on the hot car! Wait for my mark."

Michael looked at Letty, "Are you sure about jumping on that truck? The EMP's gonna kill…"

"Not that one." Letty started to pull herself up on top of the car. "We can't risk the red-bird with the EMP. So after the jumpers get on those two trucks are going to stop, so for fucks sake be ready to drive around a pile-up."

"I still think…"

"Just drive this bitch." Letty jumped up on the roof as did the other three jumpers.

The fifth car in their line slammed on its brakes and turned around 180degrees, speeding back to the highway entrance ramp. Roll grabbed the radio, "I'll have the highway blocked. Just tell me when I need to bail."

"Ok." Letty drew a very deep breath it had been too long, since she'd done this. "MARK!"

The four jumpers hit the middle and last cars and Trevor activated the remote EMP's.

"Take that bitch!" Moji screamed and threw the sticky grenade onto the first car.

The first and third trucks instantly slowed down, the middle kept rolling full speed. Katie and Damon punched holes in the roofs of their transports and threw the flash-bangs inside.

The explosion of the grenade was too fast and the middle car smashed into the first car. Letty pitched violently to the right and fell off the side of the truck. Damon caught the strap of her harness and she was slammed against the back of the truck as it swerved.

Letty was stunned for a moment before realizing the third car was barreling towards her.

"Up, woman, up!" Damon screamed at her.

She scrambled up the ladder with his help and they held on for the second crash. There was gunfire exploding inside the two remaining cars.

She was gripping tightly to the hatch with Damon as the car began to decelerate. "You think with all that gunfire anyone's alive that ain't in the cab?"

"Like we'd be that lucky." Damon rolled his eyes and pulled out his 44.

Pistol shots rang out behind them and Letty winced; waiting for driver of the third car to pick her and Damon off.

"Relax, love. That's Will's piece." Damon assured her.

"How can you tell?"

"I just can. Let's go." Damon flipped the hatch and dropped down into fray. Seven shots, each about a second apart and he reappeared. "They're dead. Driver's pulling over." He tapped the radio, "Moji, we're stopping."

They stopped and Letty dropped into the back of the car and started looking for the cargo. She winced at the automatic gunfire and tried to focus on what she was doing.

Moji dropped down through the hatch and gave Letty a salute, before looking at Damon. "Will wants you."

"When does he not?" Damon winked at her and climbed out.

More gunfire erupted as Letty found the panel she was looking for. "Its' right here. Can you get it open?" Letty asked Moji in Spanish.

The British born Chinese girl strutted over and examined the lock system. She answered back in Spanish, "This is an easy one. I like you, boss, you come up with fun jobs."

"You liked hanging your ass out there naked?"

"It's just skin." Moji finished picking the lock and swung the panel open. She pulled out the back file box and handed it over to Letty. "Beside, Trevor thinks it was hot."

"Freak-child." Letty opened the back door and she and Moji walked out. She grabbed her radio, "Roll, pull out. We're going back to the club to meet up with Collins."

"So what's in the box?" Hannah leaned over Letty.

"It don't matter." Letty growled.

Hannah pouted, "Oh hell, He'll never even…"

She smacked the side of the truck and it echoed in the quiet. "We're getting paid to steal it, not look at it. Get your ass in your car."

"Whatever."

Letty looked at the burning vehicles and bodies in the side mirror and wished she were still running with her crew. This crew was Collins', not hers. They were mostly British and out of them the only one she trusted not to blow her brains out in heartbeat was Michael, but all he spoke was German. This whole thing was fucked up.

Letty was tense. She stood with her back rigid as Collins looked over the contents of the box. The crew had gotten to the club over two hours ago. Collins had paid all of them and insisted that they enjoy the party. He had clothes for the girls allowed them to change. Once he got Letty in the VIP room, he had taken back most of her cut. The bright lights down below drew her attention for a moment. The club beneath the VIP room was over-crowded and loud. A year ago she would've loved this scene. Truth be told, it still called to her a bit, but there were more important things now.

"This was an excellent plan. You certainly can plan a heist. And to see you actually in action tonight was breathtaking. Although you looked a little rusty, almost fell off. The crew did a good job. Anyone look inside this box?"

"Nope. You weren't paying us to look at it." She folded her arms over her chest.

He set the box down and moved closer to her. "Enjoying the party?"

"I got other places I'd rather be."

Collins walked up behind her placed his hand on her bare back. "I love the dress."

She ground her teeth together. She was sure he loved the dress. It was super short, a halter top, with plunging neckline and nearly no black. "You provided it."

"Indeed I did." He slid his hand under the fabric and rubbed over her right hip bone. "I was hoping you'd enjoy yourself."

Her fists clutched tightly. "I asked you not to touch me there."

"And yet you don't fight back."

She scuffed the floor with the heel of her shoe. "You know why."

"Yes, I suppose I do." He clicked his tongue against his cheek, "Would you like to leave?"

"Yeah"

"All right I suppose I'm done with you for the night."

She started for the door.

"You know I should really take your chains off sometime." His eyes trailed up her body, drinking in the site of her in the slutty dress and high heels. "Just to see where you could really do."

"That wouldn't be wise. I kill ya." She informed him coldly.

He crossed the room in half a second and pinned her arms over her head. She twitched on reflex, but didn't fight back.

"That's right." He held her wrist with one hand and groped her breast with the other. "Doesn't matter how mad I make you, or how I use you… Because you always have to do what you're told."

Letty nodded, "Leverage is a bitch."

He smiled, "Yes it certainly is. Go ahead and use my personal shower before you to your room."

It wasn't really a request, it was an order and Letty was sure there were camera's in the room. She jerked the door open and slammed it shut behind her. She cranked up the hot water and ripped off the fucking heels Collins had forced on her.

She unzipped the dress and put it back on the hangar. Steam was already filling up the bathroom. She stepped under the burning water and let it run down her body. She hurt everywhere, but especially the breast Collins had squeezed on. She winced as she scrubbed herself down with soap. The bruises on her hips and shoulders were already forming, but she didn't care. She washed her hair twice, making sure the smell of cigarettes and alcohol were gone. Letty leaned her head against the shower wall and drew slow deep breaths. She turned off the water, wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped out. She started drying herself off and her fingers brushed the month-old tattoo on her right hip.

The three lines of scrolling script read: "Ride or Die. RIP. Eternamente mi amor (forever my love), Dom."

Letty looked up from the plans for the heist she was working on as Collins entered the room. He was not happy and he made no effort to disguise it from her.

"I thought we had an agreement." Collins paced up to her, "I mean, I thought you understood that you belonged to me until I said."

"I remember the conversation."

"You also remember the part about not trying to contact anyone from your old life and the consequence that would arise from trying that?"

Letty arched her eyebrow, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Collins smacked her across the face, "Stupid cunt, don't play dumb with me. I know you paid Drake to give a message to Toretto if he could find him. Not to mention you trying to leave fingerprints at the last heist."

It took all her self-control to not launch herself at him and start beating the fuck out of this cock-sucker. Instead she sat up and looked at him angrily. "What the hell did you expect me to do?"

"I expected you to play by the rules. I had to kill Drake and…"

"What the fuck did you do that for, he was your guy?"

"I do not tolerate disobedience from my subordinates." He flipped on the television and started surfing through the channels. "I finally figured out why the fingerprints… You wanted that FBI agent to see them."

Collins was still talking but Letty was staring at the LCD screen. She swore she just saw Dom's picture, but it was so quick she couldn't be sure.

"Brian O'Conner. Maybe if your Toretto couldn't save you, then he could."

The picture flipped by again and this time she was sure she'd Dom's picture and maybe Brain's too. Had they stopped Braga?

"I hate to break it to you, but no one is coming for you." Collins stopped on CNN and unmuted the TV.

The television reporter was standing in front of what looked like a bus crash. "The daring prison break attempt happened in broad daylight. Amazingly there were only three fatalities: prison inmate Dom Toretto, his sister Mia Toretto, who was apparently part of the breakout attempt orchestrated with ex-FBI agent Brain O'Conner, who was the other fatality."

Collins flipped off the picture and looked down at Letty, who looked like she'd been shot. "I thought that might calm you a bit."

She mindlessly finished drying off and pulled on her clothes from the heist. She'd been so depressed that she moved on autopilot for a month. It didn't suit her though, she'd always been a survivor and this would be no different.

She opened the door and looked at Collins and tried handing him back the dress and shoes. "Keep them. I may want to see you in them again." He smirked and allowed her to leave the room.

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