Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 14

The hour had passed, and the effects of the concussion grenades had worn off, more or less. Now they were in the process of recovery and picking up all the pieces.

Katrina was sitting on the conference table with an ice pack on her forehead to keep the swelling down. She was right next to Deckard as well. The man had bruised a rib or two but so far they were the worst of the injuries as everyone else escaped with headaches and minor cuts and bruises. He was constantly checking on his wife as he commandeered a laptop and relentlessly started typing away.

"It's gone. The God's eye. She wiped everything. We just lost the only thing that could help us find Cipher and Toretto," protégé exclaimed, exasperated as he stood from his chair, his typing at a laptop resulting in nothing.

"What do you got, Princess?" Hobbs asked Deckard who'd just stopped typing. Yet, his stopping had nothing to do with finding anything. He stopped to readjust the ice pack on Katrina's face and make sure she stayed awake, her concussion still lingering from the hit to the head she took.

"Finding Toretto. But I got a couple of minutes to spare if you want me to send you to the hospital. Again," Deckard replied and Katrina put a hand on his arm, silently asking him to stop arguing as it was only making her headache worse.

"Yo, Rules," Hobbs said to protégé.

"First off, that's not my name," he replied, pointing a finger at Hobbs.

"Little Nobody," Roman offered.

"Don't call me that," Little Nobody said.

"Oh, that's definitely sticking," Tej agreed.

"Great. Do me a favour and tell Your Majesty over there, that if we're gonna find Toretto, we find Toretto together as a team," Hobbs said. "And when this is all over with, I'll be happy to slap that whisker-biscuit right off your face."

"And you're both going to get two bullets in your brains if you don't stop arguing!" Katrina yelled as she moved her ice pack to her forehead, hoping the cold of it would dull the ache there.

"What are you hacking into?" Ramsey asked as she looked at Shaw's computer screen. Deckard was in the process of checking Katrina's eyes which were still a little dilated.

"Tracking device," Deckard answered as he helped hold the ice pack to Katrina's forehead, pressing a small kiss to her cooled skin.

"Why are you hacking into it? You could've just asked me for the password," she said to her husband who shrugged.

"I'm sorry, what tracking device? What password? What in the hell are y'all talking about?" Roman asked and Katrina dropped her ice pack, forcing herself to focus on Letty.

"Dom still wears that silver cross necklace, right?"

"As far as I know, he's never taken it off. Why?" Letty answered hesitantly, confused as to where this was going.

"After we killed Han and left that necklace for him to find, I implanted an untraceable non-electrical microscopic tracking device equipped with an audio surveillance system in it. It's how we knew all of your plans and how we were always one step ahead of you," she explained before she turned to Hobbs. "It's how I knew what you said to Deckard in prison and how I knew where he was because I put one in him before his fight with Toretto."

"So, where is he?" Ramsey asked.

"Password?" Deckard asked and Katrina closed her eyes as recalling it hurt her brain.

"My birthday, Shelly's plates and the number of the hotel room we stayed at in the Maldives."

"The Maldives," Deckard muttered as he smiled and resumed typing. Everyone who was watching them was either confused at how they were together, annoyed by them, or thought that they were really cute together.

"So, do you know where Dom is headed or not?" Letty asked from her chair.

"Yep. If he's still the one wearing that necklace, he's airborne," Deckard answered. "Heading straight for New York."

After that revelation, Deckard was going nowhere without making sure Katrina was 100% ok. He eased her onto her feet and when she wobbled, he just scooped her up into his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder as he headed to the infirmary.

"You see, Luke?" Frank chuckled as he got up and put his blazer back on. "You guys are going to get along great. Which proves rule number two, you never lose everything. Fire up the chopper. And guys, have a ball in the Big Apple."