Part I

Dominic Toretto sat in his office at the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Los Angeles. He had been working his way up since he was 22 years old. His life was on a different path until he joined the force and eventually the bureau.

Dom sat looking over a case that he had just wrapped up and all the paperwork that went along with it. His specialty was serial killers.

He had just taken down a particularly brutal man by the name of Eric Bradley. He got off on meeting women out for their 21st birthdays, seducing them and keeping them locked up for 21 days and them murdering them. He'd had a fucked up childhood, they all did, that had reached its all time low on his 21 birthday when his mother tried to beat him to death and stabbed him 21 times.

Oh yeah, they always had Mommy issues too.

He partner walked into their office and tossed a file on his desk.

"Got something better than Bradley paperwork."

Dom looked up at his partner and then back down at the file and smiled. The stamp was from the Chicago office of the bureau.

"These people can never solve their own shit. We consult on like every case in the country."

"'Cause we get the job done."

Dom taps his middle finger on the file and picks up the phone.

"I'll get us a flight to Chicago. You call your wife and tell her we're cleaning up another mess that we didn't make."

Brian loosens his tie and looks over at a picture of Mia, his wife, with his son and daughter.

"If I don't start coming home at night, she's going to get her brother to kick my ass," Brian cracks, with a smile to Dom.

"It's too soon to joke about marrying my sister."

Brian bursts into laughter. "We've been married five years and together for seven."

"Too soon."

"Book something in the evening, they've waited this long." Brian tells Dom as he dials his home number. "At the very at least I'm eating with my family tonight."

Dom nods and picks up the receiver on his desk phone and books a flight.

On the trip over Dom spends the time going over and over all the information that his windy city colleagues had gathered on this case.

Over the past three years all over the country and even outside our borders a killer had been murdering high profile members of society. However, there wasn't an obvious connection.

The murders had been well planned and perfectly executed, but also appeared to be unemotional. Which of course was never the case with serials.

All these men had been murdered in their homes with a lily left on their pillows. Every crime scene the same. Dead guy. Purple calla lily.

All of them were murdered differently. Poisoned. Bludgeoned. Shot. Stabbed. But all were tucked in bed.

So what did these politicians, a priest, baseball player and all these others have in common.

No one knew. That's why they called him.

Dom was the one you called when you couldn't get your guy. He had an eerie way of getting inside the head of his targets and bringing them down.

Brian and Dom land in Chicago after midnight local time. They are greeted at the airport by Robert Price, agent from the regional offices of the FBI. He approaches the pair as they collect their baggage with his hand extended.

"Agent Toretto. Agent O'Connor. Welcome to Chicago."

"Thank you."

They walk out of the airport and get into Price's car and head towards the hotel.

"Can you take me to the latest crime scene?" Dom asks.

"Uh, well there is a debrief meeting in the morning at 7:00 a.m. Then we can go and look over the evidence."

Dom turns to Robert from the passenger's seat. "I'm aware of the meeting. I'd like to go the latest scene if possible."

'Let the pissing contest begin.' Brian thinks to himself.

It was like this everywhere they went. You would think by now that they'd know all the headlines weren't just for show. They were good at this shit and their methods worked.

Robert reluctantly heads to a large house just outside the city.

Dom and Brian walk up to the house and pull on gloves. Brian starts to walk the perimeter as Dom walks through the front door and straight to the bedroom where the body was discovered.

"This is where the body was found." Roberts indicates the bed. "We're pretty sure that he was killed in the house."

Dom tunes Price out as he takes in the scene. His mind flashes between the pictures of other scenes and the room he was standing in.

The bed covers are disheveled and the pillows are askew. Dom looks past what is before him and thinks about the night of the murder.

This man had been shot close range in the head. The barrel had been pressed into his forehead according to the reports from the medical examiner.

"Why didn't you fight?"

Price responds, "There were no signs of restraints."

Dom had forgotten he wasn't alone.

"Mmm hmmm," was all he could or would spare for the agent.

Had the victim known the killer?

No signs of a struggle. No forced entry.

No, they weren't close. So he knew that his colleagues were wasting their efforts on researching his family and friends. Whatever this connection was, they weren't having tea and grabbing a sandwich.

Brian walks into the room and clears his throat.

Dom looks up at the sound.

"I think I know how the killer got in."

Dom and Robert follow Brian down the stairs and through the lower level to the basement. Brian leads them over to a high window that is quite small.

"That window is the only point of entry that I see as vulnerable."

They start to look around the floor.

"That is a very small window." Price says to the other men. "We considered it, but all be ruled it out because its size."

"Well, looks like we may have a very small killer," Brian counters. "I'd bet almost anything that that is the point of entry."

Dom and Brian look at each other and smirk.

Robert Price walks up the stairs in order to phone his superior.

"Let's have it," Dom says to Brian when they are alone.

"So this person came on foot from a ways away. There is no indication anywhere of a car being present. Dust is disturbed on those rafters up there."

Dom looks up and follows the end of the rafters to the staircase. He nods as he follows Brian's thought process.

"They crept up the steps, cornered the vic in bed and blew his brains all over his pillow."

"How is he getting the drop on this vics? The one that was bludgeoned was huge. Wright had his throat slit. So how is the guy we're looking for big enough to get the drop on these men, some with some pretty serious security…and also be small enough to fit through that window?"

Brian looks up towards the stairs as he hears Robert returning to the cellar.

"Two?"

Before they can theorize more Price is in the basement and they fall silent.

Brian O'Connor and Dominic Toretto worked well together and both would agree that their teamwork was one of the main reasons why they were where they are today. They didn't go around letting leads slip all over the place. They trusted no one to be above reproach when working a case and they trusted no one with their leads.

Everyone was corruptible and they never took chances.

"Alright. You can take us to the hotel now. We're done for the night."

A/N – This is an eight part AU fic that popped into mind a couple weeks ago. I hope that you like it.