Hi! So currently, this is Sami (mysteryklainer), and this is my shared account with one miss Kiki you-can't-know-her-last name (9opera). We are on a first name basis here, people ;)

Sorry. Ignore my lame jokes. As I've said, this is mine and Kiki's story, and we are really excited to be writing it together. We're not sure how often we will be posting, but we will try to make it ASAP! And as we've said in the summary, this is not a kidnapping story. Which is good. Right? This story will mainly revolve around Santana, Kurt, and Blaine, but we will mention Brittany a lot (she will even have some of her own little chapters) and many other CC's will show up throughout the story. I talk too much, so now I'm going to shut up. Enjoy and R&R!


Chapter One

"Mrs. Santana Lopez-Pierce, you're on in 5." One of her many assistants told her.

"Kay." Santana said casually, drinking another bottle of water before going onstage. She ran on the stage as applause flew over the stadium. She took the mic and sang:

'You never knew what I could do now you know me I never thought I could get caught in your little mess How do you live can't you forgive the small mistakes But now is the time for me to shine, and you and your crew need to get out of my life Cause I'm DONE!' (Backup singers: she's done) Done (Backup singers: she's done), done (Backup singers: she's done) , Doo-o-one.

She finished the song and ran off stage as the audience went wild. This was one of her many concerts, in 2015. She had been married with Brittany for just a year. She was a famous singer while Britt was the owner and main dancer of the Alvin Ailey Dance Theater. They were very happy together, and had a house in Queens, New York.

"You were great!" Brittany said as she through her arms around Santana and gave her a kiss.

"Thanks hon, how was work?" Santana asked Brittany and kissed her back.

"It was okay.." Brittany said, her smile fading.

"Are you sure? Cause if it's not, I can have a little talk with your boss." Santana said and smirked.

"No. Let's just go home." Brittany stated, looking away. Santana nodded, perplexed because usually Britt would laugh when she said that.

"Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

"I said I'm fine, San! Let's just go home!" Santana jolts in alarm; Brittany never, ever snapped, not unless something was very wrong. But she shut her mouth because she didn't want to irritate her wife any further. They walked to the car and drove home. As they opened the door, Brittany yelled,

"Ms. Tubbingtonnnn!" and a cat who was a bit bigger than a kitten came running into Brittany's arms, meowing loudly.

"I missed you." Brittany whispered in her ear as she pet the cat.

"And you didn't miss me?" Santana demanded, having a sassy look on her face.

"Yes, I missed my Sanny too." Brittany murmured, putting the cat in Santana's face, as the cat started licking their faces. Under her breath, she added "And will miss you". Tubbington is Lord Tubbington's daughter. After Lord Tubbington's road to recovery from crack, Lord Tubbington started a family…then Mrs. Tubbington his partner left him and he got addicted to crack, and eventually died. So all Brittany had of the Tubington family was Ms. Tubbington.

Brittany and Santana sat down to a nice dinner, and then watched one of their favorite comedies, Santana hoping it would cheer Brittany up, but to Santana's horror, Brittany burst into tears as the credits scrolled on the screen.

"Come on Britt, please tell me what's bothering you." Santana pleaded, taking Britt's hand.

"I-I can't!" Brittany stuttered then, seeming to realize what she had said, screamed, "Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong!" She took a deep breath and calmly stated, "I'm fine...I just...really missed you today."

"It was just a few hours, I mean I missed you too but you don't usually act like this." Santana said and brushed Britt's hair comfortingly. "Are you sure you can't tell me?"

"It's nothing. Let's just go to bed." She gave the fakest smile Santana had ever seen, and it bothered her. Brittany never lied to her, or anyone. Santana didn't even think she could lie. But she decided to give it a rest until tomorrow. Brittany would be fine. So they walked to their room, getting dressed and ready for bed in complete silence. They both laid on their bed beside each other, but for the first time in their marriage, their is an awkward tension between them.

"I love you." Santana said almost hopefully. To her surprise, Brittany leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips.

"I love you too." She said quietly, and Santana sat up to wrap her arms around her. Brittany hugged her much too tightly in return and buried her face in Santana's shoulder.

"G-good night." Brittany squeaked, and abruptly let go.

What Santana didn't know as she lay beside her was that Brittany would cry until the mere hours of the morning, and then she would disappear with only one thing left for any hope at all.

***********************************The Next Morning***************************************

"Brittany!" Santana, at this point has become hysterical. She'd awoke that morning to find her wife completely gone. She'd tried calling Britt's phone at least a thousand times,, but each time she had been lead straight to automatic voicemail. Which meant her phone was off. She'd called her workplace, all different assorted friends, even her family, of whom Santana despised. She's searched through every room in the apartment, though admittedly there was not much to search. Brittany was avoiding her. And to Santana, it was absolutely infuriating. So infuriating, in fact, that it got to the point that Santana was pulling her hair out- quite literally!

She'd wracked her brain for every possible place Brittany could be in the tri-state area, and searched every one. And she'd landed right back in the room she'd started in: Their bedroom. She sat where Britt had slept, thinking, and touched the pillow. She found it was soaked with water that could only be tears.. When she picked up the wet pillow, she is confused to find a piece of white loose-leaf paper, but she takes it and begins to read her wife's familiar handwriting.

Santana,: I will miss you, don't forget me. I'm going to work with the men in the suits. They want something of me...and I don't want you to get hurt. I hope I will be back. I'm sorry. Feed Ms. Tubbington, I love you. XOXO, Britt 3 :-(

Santana's eyes begin to fill, but she hastily wipes the tears away. God damn it, Santana, pull yourself together, you don't cry, you simply don't! Santana berated herself. She paced agonizingly, cursing herself for letting this happen, and wondering what the hell she's going to do. And who were these fucked up 'men in the suits' were 'If they think they can fucking steal my wife, they've got another thing coming!' Santana thought furiously. 'I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent! I don't take this shit!' She was so aggravated and upset, she walked over to her wall, and in a rage, punched a huge hole right through it! She cursed and examined her bloody knuckles. They were going to swell. Terrific. Just what she needed. 'They are going to pay' Santana promised herself. 'They are going to pay for hurting my wife. They'll regret fucking with the Lopez-Pierce's.'

************************************Two Hours Later**************************************

At the Anderson Detective Agency (otherwise known as the ADA), the phone had began to ring.

"Kurt." Blaine mumbled. Blaine Anderson was Kurt's partner, and they'd been working together for years. They also happened to be dating. Blaine's father owned the Agency, hence the name. Kurt ignored Blaine and placed another kiss to his neck.

"Phone can wait." Blaine rolled his eyes and pushed him off.

"Hon, we actually have to work. Remember this our job?" Kurt stuck his tongue out at him.

"How mature, Mr. Hummel." And with that Blaine picked up the phone just in time.

"Hello?" There was a hysterical woman on the other side of the phone.

"Hi, I'm Santana Lopez-Pierce..." She said frantically. "I- My wife is missing and-"

"Put her on speakerphone." Kurt whispered. And Blaine did. The woman, whose name is apparently Santana Lopez-Pierce, couldn't seem to stop talking.

"-And she wasn't there and the police and they're fucking morons so they thought that she just left me but I know-"

"Miss Lopez Pierce. If I may." Blaine interrupted in a professional tone. Santana was quiet.

"I have to talk to my partner for a moment. We'll call you back in a minute."

"But-" He hung up and put the phone back on the handle.. Blaine bit his lip and said,

"Okay. Research."

They looked up her name first, which actually produced many photos.

"Oh, right, there's that singer named..." Blaine looked up. "Were we talking to her?" So they watched an interview and determined, yes, the voice on the phone was the normally so calm and collected Santana Lopez-Pierce.

"Oh my god, I love her song, Done!"

"Kurt, please. I don't need a fanboy." And they found pictures of her wife, Brittany Lopez-Pierce. Kurt studied that picture carefully. She looked exactly like... 'Oh my god, that's Brittany!' He thought.

"We have to take the case." He said aloud.

"What? Why?"

"Please, please Blaine, we have to take the case!"

"But Dad's not here to give us the a-ok." Kurt snorted.

"When have you ever listen to your father?" Good point.

"Fine. We'll call her back." They arranged to be at her house in twenty minutes, if there was no traffic.

"Let's go, Kurt. Come on." So they got into the car and Kurt reminded Blaine,

"Remember, she can't know we're dating."

"I know, I'm not stupid. It would get you fired." When they arrived at the address Santana had given them they gasped. This place was huge.

"Okay, Kurt, let's do this." Kurt grinned and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before they walked into the apartment building.