The team was in the warehouse preparing for the job that would destroy Reyes – the man that practically owned Rio. Dom, Brian, Mia, Roman, Han, Gisele, Santos, Leo, and Tej were planning the heist of all heists. They were going to steal one hundred million dollars right out from Reyes' nose. In order to do that, however, they needed to figure out how to break open the safe that he was storing all his money in.

That was what Tej was currently working on at this very moment. The team had ordered a replica of the safe so that Tej could find the right programs to crack it open. He was having a little trouble though which was annoying him. He had never come across a circuit he couldn't break and he was determined that this wasn't going to be his first, which meant he was going to need an extra pair of hands.

He tossed the device he was using onto the table, clearly frustrated as he studied the safe in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Dominic Toretto, the leader of the team, asked when he noticed Tej's frustration.

Tej sighed and turned to look at Dom, "This is a two person job."

"You can't do it?" Brian asked as he came up beside Dom, Mia trailing behind.

"Oh I can do it," Tej said, "But it's a two person job."

"Pick someone to help then." Dom told him, sweeping his arm around, indicating each member of the team.

Tej shook his head and let out a small chuckle, "What do you all know about circuits?"

Roman, the show off that he is, came over then and picked up the device Tej just put down, "Circuits? How hard could it be man? You see this small red wire here? You just take this," He went over to the key pad on the safe, "And you connect it to this little metal thing here."

"I don't th-" Tej started but Roman cut him off.

"Don't sweat it man, I got this." Roman said, "And then you take this little blue and green one here and wrap it around-"

It was official, Roman was an idiot. It was proven when he received a rather large shock to his fingers and nearly dropped the device. He cursed at the machine a few times and went into try again.

"Give me that before you break it." Tej said and snatched the device from Roman who was now sucking his fingers.

Tej turned back to the other three and gave them a pointed look. Brian and Dom shared a frustrated look. Bottom line, they needed that safe opened and if none of them could help Tej, they were going to have to try and find someone that could. The question was though, who could they trust.

"I think I know someone that could help." Mia spoke up from beside Brian.

Dom turned to her and saw the look on her face. He knew exactly who Mia was talking about and shook his head with a sigh, "Mia I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not? I think it's a great idea." Mia said and picked up her phone.

"Shouldn't you ask Brian first?"

Brian looked between them, "What are you guys talking about?" Dom shot him a look and it dawned on Brian who they were talking about, "No, absolutely not."

"Who else would you guys be able to trust?" Mia asked as she found the contact in her phone.

Brian ran his hands over his face and up through his hair, "I don't even know if we can trust her. She said she wanted nothing to do with this life, or me anymore."

"Who are we talking about?" Tej asked.

"Brian's sister." Dom said as Mia brought the phone to her ear, listening to it ring a few times.

…..

I watched from behind my textbook as my professor flirted with the head of the geology department across the campus coffee shop. He was a young professor, about thirty, and he's the reason why my grades have been suffering this term. It should be illegal for teachers to be that young and that hot, it's way to distracting. Then again, she was one of the only females that were taking her masters in Integrated Circuit and System Design.

There was one other female but I'm almost positive she's a lesbian. The head of the geology department however? By the way she was responding to Dr. Michael Ritzman's advances, she was definitely NOT a lesbian. She was twirling her hair and giggling softly as he leaned closer to whisper sweet compliments into her ear. I have been trying to get his attention for months and he still doesn't notice me, even when I stand right in front of him.

Today was different though. I know he comes to this coffee shop every Thursday after his morning class – which I'm in – and stays here for about two hours drinking coffee and grading papers. If the schedule I found was right then the fake blonde would be leaving for a lecture anytime now.

As if on queue, the Geology department head looked at her watch and said she had to go. She got up, grabbed her briefcase and brushed her hand lightly across Michael's shoulders as she walked by him. When he was alone I stood up. It was time for me to make my move.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for something I've never done before – put myself out there. I took off my sweater revealing a floral, flarey camisole that revealed a little bit of cleavage, grabbed my coffee in one hand, my textbook in the other and walked over to him.

"Dr. Ritzman?" I asked when I stopped beside him.

"Mhmm." He replied. He took a sip from his coffee as he looked to me, only to choke on it and start coughing.

"Oh are you okay?" I asked as I put down my coffee and rubbed his back.

"I'm fine…" He looked up at me, trying to place my face.

"Dalia." I said with a smile, "Dalia O'Conner. I'm in your Thursday morning and Friday afternoon classes."

"Right, right." He said and motioned to the seat beside him, "Have a seat."

"Thank you." I said as I walked around the table, taking another deep breath. This was working so far I just had to maintain the confidence.

"You look different than usual." He said confused, "Don't you usually wear-"

"Glasses?" I asked and he nodded, "Yes and I usually wear my hair up as well." I added as I gestured to my wavy dirty blonde hair.

I noticed how his gaze travelled my face before dropping lower when the thin strap of my shirt fell off my shoulder, "New clothes too?" He asked.

I brought my hand across my torso to lift the strap back into place, and gently traced my collar bone and chest, "It was little to warm today to wear my usual baggy sweater."

"I uh, I bet it was." He agreed, following the movements of my hand before shaking his head and meeting my eyes, "So what is it that you needed?"

I knew I caught his interest now; it's only a matter of time before I get what I want. I brought my textbook closer to me and flipped it open to a random page. I looked at the first subtitle that popped out at me and pointed to it.

"I had a question about Baseband Modem Architecture." I said.

He looked at my textbook before looking back into my eyes, "We don't start going over that material for a couple more weeks."

"I'm such a good student, and I wanted to read ahead."

"Maybe you won't have any questions if you wait to go over the material with the rest of the class." He said.

I leaned forward resting my chin on the palm of my hand as I smirked at him "That's such a long time, what could I possibly do to pass the time?"

Finally catching on to my flirting Michael leaned forward, "I'm sure we could think of something."

Ten minutes later we were both in his office, dropping all of our stuff on the floor by the door. He locked the door as I leaned on his desk, waiting to see what he would do. He stalked toward me, lifting me up on the desk and attacking my lips with his own. It was getting beyond heated and he was just about to lift my shirt over my head when my phone rang.

The upbeat sound of Don Omar's Danza Kuduro could be heard throughout the office and I pushed Michael away. He came back to stand between my legs though and placed his hands on either side of me.

"Ignore it." He said, kissing my neck.

I sighed as I leaned my head to the side for a moment before pushing him away again and hopping off the desk. I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked at the number. It was unknown which was weird, I didn't give my phone out to people I didn't know.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Dalia, it's Mia."

I sighed as I leaned against the wall, looking toward my professor who was studying me, "Well this is a surprise. Didn't I say I wanted nothing to do with any of you again?"

"I know but this is important."

"You're risking a lot by calling me you know. I saw the news a few months ago." I said, not caring that my professor could hear every word that I was saying and furrowing his brows, "Now what's so important that you're willing to risk getting caught by calling me?"

"We could really use your help. We're in Rio."

"Why the hell are you down there?"

"It's not something we can speak over the phone about but we could really use your expertise."

I nodded, realising what was going on, "You're on a job." Her silence was enough of an answer, "You're going to have to find someone else. I don't want anything to with that life. I made that perfectly clear when my brother destroyed his."

"You will get ten million dollars out of it." She said quickly, effectively shutting me up for a moment or two.

I turned my back to Michael and whispered, "You're serious? Ten mill?"

"Everyone involved get's an equal cut." Mia confirmed.

"An equal cut?" I whispered shocked, "Who the fuck are you robbing? The goddamn President?" I glanced behind me at Michael to see him looking at me curiously now and I groaned, "You realise I'm one term away from my Masters?"

"I'm sorry Dally, if there was any other way…"

I sighed, my resolve weakening at the endearing nickname from Mia, "When should I be there?"

"Tomorrow if possible." Mia replied.

"Alright, I'll be on the next flight out. Text me the details." I said and hung up.

I turned back toward my professor and smiled, "Sorry, have to run. Family emergency. Can we pick this up when I get back?" I really like this guy and just when something starts to happen I get the damning phone call.

"You expect me to wait." He said slowly as he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms.

I walked toward him and grabbed his hands as I stood flush against him, "Do you like what you see?"

He nodded and I put his hand on my shoulders before guiding his hands down over my breast, down my side, around to my back and then had him cup my ass, "Do you like how I feel?"

He nodded again and I kissed him deeply on the lips, tangling his tongue with mine briefly before pulling away and looking into his eyes, "Do you like how I taste?"

He nodded and I stepped away, "Then you'll wait for me." I said with a wink and picked up my stuff and headed out the door not waiting for him to reply. Once the door was shut behind me I let out a heavy breath. It's hard work for a plain nobody with low self-esteem to act like a confident, sexy, seductress.

I got back to my apartment and packed my suitcase. I wanted to get to Rio, do my part, and get back to Michael as soon as possible. I finally had him under my thumb after months of trying to get his attention; I didn't want to let that go.

I never got the guys that I wanted because they were never interested in me. It was actually one of my friends that said I should show a little skin. I never had before because I wanted a guy to like me for my brain, not my looks but she finally convinced me to try it. She said I could draw him in with my looks and then once he got to know me he'd stay for something else. It seemed to be working so far and I couldn't wait to pick up where we left off once I got back.

Once my suitcase was packed I changed into yoga pants, a polo, and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I donned my Ray Ban glasses and left to the underground garage where my car was parked. It was a Toyota Celica, definitely a sports car but not racing material by any means – which I was more than happy with.

I drove for two hours to the LAX airport and waited in the shortest line to book a flight. I looked around as the line slowly moved forward wondering if I was being followed. Surely with Brian as my brother the FBI would be keeping tabs on me? Then again, they know I want, or wanted, nothing to do with him, Toretto, or the racing scene.

"I'd like the first flight to Rio please." I asked once I got to the front.

"And which airline would you prefer?" the booking attendant asked.

"I don't know, the one with the first available flight?" I asked. What a stupid question that was.

"Reason for going?"

"Vacation." I replied shortly as I handed over my passport.

"Alone?" She asked, looking up at me.

"I'm sorry but how is that any of your business?" I snapped.

"I need to know the number of seats to book." The booking agent said.

I shook my head, calming myself down, "Yes, alone."

The booking agent typed something into her computer, "Alright, it looks like there is a flight heading out in two hours with Delta Airlines." I groaned at my shitty luck but nodded okay, "And would you prefer window or isle seating?"

"Window."

"Oh, I'm sorry. There's only isle seats left."

I closed my eyes, "Isles fine then."

"Okay and how will you be paying?"

I gave her my credit card and waited for my ticket and receipt to print. When that was done I checked my bag and went to find my gate. This airport wasn't too complicated, unlike the one in Florida. I had gone to visit Brian when he was in Miami a couple years ago, that was one of the last times that I had seen him.

The flight to Rio was long and exhausting. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit excited though. I've never been to Brazil. Actually, I've never been outside the United States except for just passed the border to Mexico. So when I stepped out of the airport I breathed in the Rio air deeply.

I had let Mia know what time I would be landing and she said someone would be here waiting for me. I asked who and all she said was that I would know when I saw them. So I looked around at all the cars that were coming to pick people up and wondered what my ride would look like. At least I did until a shiny blue Porsche pulled up in front of me. I rolled my eyes as the trunk popped and I heaved my suitcase into it.

It was typical really. I shouldn't have expected anything discrete, not from a Toretto crew member and especially not from Brian. I knew it was him before I even opened the passenger side door and got in. He's always wanted a Porsche.

"Dally…"

"Save it." I said, "I shouldn't have even been called Brian."

"I know but thank you for coming."

"Whatever, just drive." I muttered, staring straight ahead of me.

Brian sighed and put the car in drive. It wasn't that long of a drive. Just long enough for the silence to turn awkward and uncomfortable. I've never really been good at handling awkwardness. I usually started to ramble but I didn't want to talk to Brian so I bit my tongue for as long as I could. It was futile though.

"You had it made Brian. You were on your way to becoming a good FBI agent and you threw it away and for what?" I asked, not giving him time to speak, "You brought me to LA with you so you could do that job and I could go to one of the best universities in the country. Then you turn around and help the guy you're trying to arrest get away. When you were on the run, I was under investigation Brian. My admittance to CalTech was nearly revoked because of that!

I almost forgave you but then you ran off to Miami. I came to visit you only to nearly get arrested for that job you pulled! I told you right then and there that I was done. You had to make a choice between me and this life and you chose wrong. You weren't supposed to drag me into it but look at me!"

"Hey!" Brian snapped, cutting me off, "No one made you get on that plane! No one made you come here! You decided that all on your own!"

I shook my head, "You don't understand do you?" I said softly.

"Understand what?"

"There was a reason why I told you not to contact me again Brian. It's because I could never say no when you were involved." I turned to look at him, "You were supposed to turn your back on me because I wasn't able to do it to you."

Brian glanced at me and then back at the road. It wasn't that much longer until we pulled into a warehouse and parked. So this is where he was reduced to staying. It made me sad that he was living like that. If he pulled off this job though, then I suppose he'd start living like a king.

My brother leaned back in his seat as he stared out the windshield. Looking out as well, I noticed a few people, including Mia and Dom, start gathering in their little living space. They were good people, I just didn't think the lifestyle they lead was good for Brian.

"This is the last job Dally. We're getting out." Brian said quietly, "We can't live like this and Dom and Mia agree."

"What changed?" I asked.

"Mia…She's pregnant."

I snapped my head toward him, "You're serious?"

Brian nodded, a smile forming on his face and I couldn't help but lean over and hug him. My brother was going to be a father. I was going to be an aunt. I can't believe how this trip is turning out so far. If this really was the last job my brother would ever do and it was going to help him support and raise his family, then I needed to help him.

"Should we get out so I can introduce you to the team?" Brian asked and I nodded.