OVERDRIVE | fast and furious ² ✓

TWELVE

Feeling myself begin picked up as soon as I exited my car, I laughed when Owen spun me around as the team cheered happily after they got out of their vehicles, nodding to each other like they had done many times before.

"I knew you could do it" the dark-haired man grinned at me as we celebrated, it was no secret that the British man treated me differently to the rest of the team, but if anyone else picked up on it, they didn't say a word.

My first mission with the team was over, but most of all it was a success, I didn't fuck it up or even psych myself out. I begrudgingly put it down to Deckard's talk, although I'd never tell him that.

Looking around for the annoying English man I frowned when he was nowhere to be seen, I guess he had moved on, I pushed away from the mixed feelings that thought had given me in favor of being in denial.

"You were always part of the team, but now you've proved it," Vegh announced, giving me a hug after Owen lets me go. "You're one of us now, girl," the blonde laughed hip bumping me with a smile.

"One of us" Jah repeated in a creepy voice as he placed his hands on my shoulder and gave me a little shake.

"Good job kid," Denlinger complimented as he patted me on the back, the other guys gave me nods, and each patted me in congratulations, Adolfson ruffled my hair with a smirk knowing I hated it when he did that.

"Just wait until you have to fight" Jah gave a half-smirk to Klaus as the bigger man rolled his eyes, the assassin taught me everything he could and Klaus had definitely felt the brunt of my newly learned skills.

Hearing a round of laughs, I frowned to myself in confusion. It was this moment of joy that I felt- something- it was familiar and close, but I had no idea what it was.

I felt like I had done this before, doing something I didn't think I could do and then celebrating it after just felt like an old memory, but that was impossible. The hospital records said my memory recovery was unlikely.

But from what Owen told me I was better off with him, then I was on my own without a family, no friends, carting packages across the border for some drug lord.

No.

I built myself a new life, a family, and I'm doing something I love. Even if it is highly illegal and dangerous, doing anything else seemed wrong,

When I was alone driving nothing else matters: not the memory loss, not the missions, not even my team and all their crazy bullshit. For those short moments, I'm free, and that feels right.

For those few minutes or less, my mind for once wasn't in overdrive.

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DIPLOMATIC SECURITY SERVICE HEADQUARTERS - WASHINGTON, D.C.

Agent Monica Fuentes saunters into the dark office that belongs to Diplomatic Security Service agent, Luke Hobbs.

A small desk lamp was the only thing lighting the room as the said man was sat at his desk, working late, as usual, trying to catch even the slightest whisper on Dominic Toretto's whereabouts.

The female federal agent smirks as she marched through the door uninvited and dropped a manila folder on the DSS Agents desk "You need to look at that" she orders as Hobbs stares at her questioningly before doing as she said.

Watching him flip through the paper, Monica takes a seat on his desk "Berlin, 3:00 a.m. this morning" she informs as Hobbs quickly scans over the documents in the folder "A team of drivers hijacked a military convoy."

"Toretto?" was the only question Hobbs asked and was interested in, the female shook her head but wasn't put off by the apparent tunnel vision the older man had.

She knew something he didn't.

"Nope," she said simply knowing that Hobbs wouldn't want to read the file unless it was about Dominic Toretto, but she wasn't going to back down so quickly, especially when the information she had could lead them to the elusive male.

The man sighed and closed the folder "I ain't interested," he grumbled, trying to hand her back the document, but Monica hadn't moved a muscle, her body still leaning over towards him as her eyes held conviction.

"Yes, you are," Monica retorted as she nodded towards the item in his hands "Keep looking" the bounty hunter narrowed his eyes a little but once again did as the small woman said, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

Hobbs stares at the file regarding the robbery, in which Rosalie Toretto's photograph is attached, his face shows his shock that she is still alive, and is involved with the military convoy robbery in Berlin "This is Toretto's sister."

"Yeah, the one thought to be dead," Monica added as she too looked over the picture of the pretty brunette woman.

Those Toretto genes are something else, she had never personally met any of the Toretto's, but she can see why racers fawn over them.

"So she wasn't murdered like everyone thought?" Hobbs questioned out loud as his mind begins to work double-time as he briefly read the file, a group of racers ambushed a military convoy, but it wasn't Toretto or his team.

So who was it?

He remembered reading the upsetting report of the youngest Toretto after her death had been announced the Toretto case, being undercover and murdered with no body, now it made sense why her body was never recovered.

This could make or break his case with Dom, maybe he just needed to find the young girl, and she could lead him to her older brother.

"I guess not," Monica answered as she continued to sit on his desk watching the older man put together the puzzle pieces in his mind "So where does this leave us?" she questioned as Hobbs just stared at her planning his next move.

"We need to find her."

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A/N: Sorry for the really short chapter but Fast 5 is my least favourite movie and in this case there wasn't much I could write about seeing as Rosalie was presumed dead during the movie.

Next chapter starts off during Fast & Furious 6 and I can really get into Rosalie being alive and the storyline will pick up a lot more.

Hope everyone like this (albeit)  short chapter, also the image made up top was done by me. I'm currently practicing more Photoshop so please let me know what you think :D