(okay P.S.: I haven't watched fast four yet, so if it's not biblically correct, don't come after me I'm literally just using my imagination to fill in the blanks of what I don't know 😭😭, love you all, mwa.)

Brian was back on the FBI, undercover and investigating a known murder of Dom's loved one. They put their differences aside momentarily to solve it together, and with that being said, he was out for a new car. You were sitting at the desk of a large screen and a desktop keyboard, when Brian came in. “I need an import car, Pronto.” Brian said as he came into the control room, looking at you, like he knew you would help, like you HAD to help.

“Okay—” You breathed out as you turned to the large screen, tapping a few buttons and pulled up an entire screen of cars and their photos, that kind of rotated and switched out the cars: giving way to all the options, making Brian let out a soft huff of laughter with a smile of absolute awe as he watched the cars from where he was leaned against the desk opposite of you.

You turned your swivel office chair to face him. “Alright, So this is all the imports the city has in impound.” you told him. “Okay, nice.” He responded as he eyed the cars. “Pick your poison.” you told him.

“Alright, uh, the two-twenty-six, I crashed one of those.” He chose a car, as you tapped a button and brought up the cars picture, it was a white R34 Skyline GT-R, symbolizing his old grey and bay blue GT-R skyline he had crashed a few years back escaping cops after a streetrace.

“ Thirty-four-eighteen.” *He chose a second car, which made you a little confused, but pulled up the photo of the Blue R34 Skyline GT-T right alongside the first photo of the GT-R.*S “And the twenty-seven-sixty-five.” He picked the last car he wanted, as you pulled up the photo alongside the other two of a Red R35 GT-R.

“So which one do you want-?” you asked in confusion as you looked over at him.

“I want them all.” Brian said, seriously.