Crazy guns

Disclaimer : I don't own glee or The Heat

Pairing: Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez

Synopsis: AU. Special Agent Rachel Berry and Detective Santana Lopez have nothing in common. Unfortunately for them, they will have to work together to solve their new case.

A/N : Officially, it's the first story I wrote but never posted on ff. I was watching the movie The Heat, and I kind of pictured Santana and Rachel.

Chapter 1: Special Agent Rachel Berry

New York

Rachel Berry was a FBI Agent for almost 10 years now. She was proud of her job and thought she was the best at it. She would solve any case in a minimal time, in the respect of the rules and with the most polite attitude. Most of her colleagues hated her for that but she didn't need their approval to know she is a good agent.

So here she was, in this awful neighbourhood, trying to solve one more drug case. She watched the SWAT team surround the dealer's house while exiting the back of the hideout van. She straightened her FBI jacket, adjusted her headband and her Rayban and run to the side of the house.

Once she was at the team captain level, she started to sign him orders just like she learned during her last training, where by the way, she finished top of her class.

"Uh?" the captain said, looking at her like she grew a second head.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Oh my god, it means cover me and go to the left. Did you read the manual? Or if you prefer, I can teach you the proper way to lead a mission…"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence that the leader started to move toward the house. The FBI agent grabbed the captain by the arm, "Could you please wait for my 3 counts, it would be lovely". Showing her million dollar smile, she started to count. "and 1, 2… Unbelievable". Once again, before she had the time to finish, the SWAT team rushed to the dealer house. "These men are really rude…" she sighed, following them.

The squad burst into the house, surprising the 2 owners who were seated on their couch. The first man was bald, large, and with a lot of tattoos and the second one was a black, bald man with a goatee.

Rachel entered with a big smile on her face "Hello Gentlemen, or may I say surprise!"

When the house was cleared of danger, all the agents began to search for drugs. Didn't finding anything, one of Rachel's colleagues, Dave Karofsky, got closer to the petite agent and said "The place is clean Berry, looks like your plan wasn't that good." Then, he looked at his team "Let's get out of here guys."

"So you think this place is clean, aren't you?" Rachel replied with a cocky smile.

"Oh boy, here we go. She's gonna do one of her long rant again…" Dave sighed before shaking his head in disbelief.

"You know, they thought the same thing last year, right before I, and I'm insisting on the 'I' here, arrested the Sunshine killer". Agent Karofsky rolled his eyes at his pretentious colleague but listened to her anyway.

Rachel walked around the living room and saw a plate on the coffee table "Is this BBQ wings? Or maybe I'm wrong…" She put her hand under the coffee table and emerged with a huge bag of cocaine "Or maybe I'm right, like always" she declared with a smile.

All the team looked wide eyes at her discovery. She smiled at them once again and stated "So let me explain because as you may know, I'm always happy to share my knowledge. They taped and waxed the bag of drugs, and they covered the smell with the meat…"

Rachel paused and stared at the 2 dealers with a serious look on her face "Are you aware that these wings come from poor chickens treated by Antibiotic resistance just to make them fatter faster? Do you know there are perfect vegan substitutes?"

"Hum, Agent Berry?" one of the agents said after clearing his throat.

"Yes, I am so sorry. I thought it was an important point to make as I am vegan myself and a strong advocate of animals rights." She paused to recall where she stopped her explanation. "Right so, the meat distracted the dog… While all of that distract my wonderful companion here" Rachel pointed at the dog at her feet "it did not fool me."

She walked in front of the 2 suspects "For your information, while this discovery is welcome, I am not only here for the drug so, why don't we cut the chase, shall we? Are there guns in this house?"

"There are no guns here" responded the tattoo guy.

"Oh it's unfortunate, maybe I'm wrong for once, right guys? She asked rhetorically to her colleagues. Rachel approached slowly the fire-place in the living room and started touching it. Silence filled the house before the agent spoke again "I love these houses, they are from the prohibition era. You know what that word means do you?" The brunette questioned, turning her head toward the 2 criminals.

"Yeah, somebody's ass for money" answered proudly one of them.

"Seriously? You should really open a book sometimes. No prohibition was a nationwide Constitutional ban on the sale, production, importation, and transportation of alcoholic beverages that…"

"I think they get it, agent Berry!" Dave cut her off.

The agent glared at him, huffed and continued "People loved their alcohol, so they had these little niches where they could hide it" she touched the fire-place again and suddenly the door of a hiding place opened to reveal all sorts of guns. "Like this one" she finished with delight.

She looked at Karofsky and said "You can arrest them now. Thank you gentlemen, it was a pleasure to work with you today!" With that, Rachel left the house with a content smile on her face while all her colleagues looked at her with disdain.

"Hard to believe she's single" said Dave. All the agents laughed at his comment.

That night, when Rachel came home to her lonely apartment, she started to think about what Karofsky said even if she wasn't supposed to hear it.

'Am I doing the right thing with my life? I'm in my thirty's, single, I don't have a lot of friends to hang out with, I work all the time…' her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a new email on her computer.

The girl rose from the couch to go to her desk and opened her email "The director William Schuester is looking for his replacement after a promotion" and just like that, all her previous thoughts were forgotten.

Rachel arrived early at her office the next morning, heading straight to the director office.

"You know that I am the best for this position sir?" the agent stated with a smile.

"No in fact, I don't know if you are the best for this job" replied director Schuester with a serious look.

She stared at him, a little upset by his answer and complained "Sir, I don't understand. I am one of your best agents if not the best. I closed more cases than any agent here. I am at the office early every day, even on the weekend and I have a very strict schedule …"

Schuester started walking toward a meeting room and indicated Rachel to follow him "You are a good agent Rachel, I'm not denying it, but there are other good agents too."

"I solved the Sunshine Killer case!" the girl cried.

The director stopped walking abruptly, tired of the agent's behaviour "Look Agent Berry, it's not the issue here. It's just not a secret that none of your teammates like you."

"What?" whispered the brunette with hurt in her eyes. It's a thing to know your colleagues disapprove your methods and dislike your personality; it's another to hear it at loud.

"I've got a lot of complaints about arrogant, competitiveness, showmanship… Just let it go for now, we have a case to work on" Schuester answered with a sympathetic smile.

Once in the meeting room, Director Schuester explained they had a case in Boston where a man named Ladren run a drug market. Nobody saw his face, but his second in charge, the ruthless Sebastian Smythe, did all the work for him.

"So pack up your bags and go to Boston. I know you can do a good job there finding Smythe and Ladren. If you do well, we'll talk about this promotion" announced William Schuester.