Today is Bring Your Child To Work Day, Quinn's father was beyond happy to show off his straight A, captain of the cheerleading team, little girl to his buddies on the force. Quinn on the other hand not so much, not knowing what to expect to be doing at a police station for a whole day. Russell already explained to her that he won't be taking her to any crime call-ins for the sake of her mother's state of mind.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, still staring at the uniform her dad got her for this day. Something about that uniform gave Quinn chills up her spine, made her arm hairs stand tall, and an uncomfortable feeling at the pit of her stomach. By putting on that navy blue, 100% polyester outfit would mean she would have power; more than what she already has now just by being the schools cheer captain. It's an exciting, uneasy feeling, just like sky diving even though she's never actually done it.
Finally breaking out her thoughts, she sauntered her way to the uniform and was ready to engulf herself with power and authority. She must say that she does not hate this look; the pants made her ass look great, better than her cheerios uniform. Fixing her collar, she double checked making sure she had everything done before she left home with her dad.
Making her way downstairs, she saw that her parents were both waiting for her at the bottom. Judy took quick snapshots as if this was her senior prom, tears spilling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
"You look so beautiful, Quinnie." Judy gushed as she took one final picture of her and Russell.
Putting an arm around his little girl, he smiled proudly "Let's go show them what we're made of."
Even though Russell has been in the force for six years, Quinn has never sat in the passenger side of the cop car. He would usually make her sit in the back where it's safer, but today she'll make sure that her butt will be planted on the golden seat.
Riding shotgun made this whole experience real, this is actually happening. This is probably how her father felt when he first started out as a trainee: muscles tensed, heart pounding, tingles that started from the back of your neck all the way to the ends of your fingertips.
"Excited?" Russell asked, his eyes still hard on the road.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders; she didn't want to come off as too excited "I'm just going to be at the station the whole day. I don't see how that's interesting."
"I only said that so your mother could stop worrying. Listen, if there are minor call-ins then you can tag along, but you'll be sitting in the backseat."
"Can I have a weapon, too? Like a nightstick or taser?"
Russell arched his brow at his daughter's enthusiasm to possessing handheld artillery "I'll think about it."
They arrived at the station and Quinn saw nothing but a sea of boys, probably around the ages of 15 and 16. If these boys acted anything like the boys from school then she'll be having them eating out of her palms.
Russell took notice of the smirk Quinn was sporting "Don't get any funny ideas, just cause they're younger than you doesn't mean you get to boss them around."
Well her plans of controlling the teenage boy mind flew out the window, what else is there to do around here? Call-ins probably won't happen till the afternoon or later in the day. She followed her dad inside the building and it was nothing what she expected it to look like. Instead of murder evidence there were donuts, instead of cigars coffee there were coffee, anything she has seen on TV was completely inaccurate.
Quinn ended up in what looks like to be her father's office, big American flag hanging above his head, displays of pictures of him receiving certificates and shaking hands with the Chief of Lima Police Department. On his smooth oak desk there were two single picture frames, one of her mother and the other is a photo from when she was 10-years-old.
"I knew you would like it," Russell smiled warmly "They're actually my good luck charms. I always do a quick prayer before I go out into action."
"How come you never told us you had these? Mom was freaking out when she noticed someone tempered with her photo album." Quinn fought her laughter as she recalled the day her mom tore the house apart just for those two pictures.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, but with all the shenanigans that have been going on it just keeps slipping my mind."
Confused, Quinn narrowed her eyes "What kind of shenanigans?"
"Officer Fabray," One of Russell's closest friends, and second in command, Officer Gutierrez came rushing in "Sorry to interrupt, but it's the subway taggers. Come with me."
Russell's eyes widen with joy, for two years they've been trying to catch those damn crooks that been tagging the underground subway walls. And just to piss them off they would draw a pig in a police uniform as if they know they'll be chasing after them. He followed his fellow colleague to the security cameras and saw the three hooligans setting up their paints and spray cans. Good thing they set up those cameras.
"How long they been there?" Russell eyes never leaving the screen, paying close attention to their every move.
"Just got there, sir. If we leave now we'll be able to catch them."
"Get the car started," Officer Gutierrez nodded and grabbed the keys from the hook in his office. Russell then turned to his daughter who was staring at him for answers to what's happening "Looks like you'll be handling a nightstick after all."
"Hey, that's funny," Puck laughed at the donuts that were added to their painting of the pigs in uniforms "Who you think did that? I bet it was Sketchy from downtown, I've been seeing his work around here lately."
Santana came from behind and smirked "It wasn't him; he would've signed it at the bottom like he does with all his works."
"Santana please," Puck scoffed, he knows his favorite tagger's drawings when he sees them "He draws his donuts like that." He turned to the third member of their group, looking for the tie-breaker opinion "Rach, who do you think finished it off?"
Rachel walked towards the painting while shaking up the spray cans, one in each hand "It's Eman from Ohio City, look at the sprinkles."
The pair squinted and saw that his name was written into the tiny sprinkles, that was clever "How come we're not smart like that?" Puck asked.
"Because we're not idiots," Rachel hissed, throwing a few cans at Puckerman "Now come on and be free before the pigs arrive."
"How do you they'll be here?" Santana asked worriedly even though she won't show it in her voice, you could see it in her body language.
"Don't look, but they planted a camera at the corner. So let's get done whatever we need to get done then let's bounce."
This is why Rachel is the leader of their little group; she's smart and aware of her surroundings. Santana is the bitch of the group, she's icy cold and will crack anyone she puts under pressure, but secretly she has a big heart for those two knuckleheads she calls friends. Puck is the muscles, can't have a group of misfits without someone there to fuck up anyone who comes near them.
Puck smirked as he started to do the details on the giant ass he drew a while back, spraying in some shadows to highlight her butt so it can pop out more. He then froze "What if they're already on their way here?"
"That's why I said we have to move fast." Rachel went back to drawing the Statue of Liberty, to represent her dreams to going to New York one day. She's going to make it happen, not wanting to be stuck here in dingy Lima, Ohio for the rest of her life.
It didn't take long for Puck and Rachel to finish their masterpiece since they started a couple weeks ago, but Santana, being the procrastinator she is, just started two days ago. Right now she just finished her outline of a diamond and was looking for the baby blue paint and brushes.
"So, what exactly does the diamond represent?" Puck chuckled to himself, he knows the answer, but he just wanted Santana to admit it again.
"It represents my strength as a woman, my life was once just pure tiny rocks of disappointment, but with enough pressure to guide me through the tough times, I will eventually turn into something magical and beautiful."
As poetic as that sounded, that wasn't the answer Puck was looking for "Okay, now tell me the real reason before you googled what diamonds are made of."
Santana rested her forehead on the cold, slightly dirty, concrete wall and sighed "It was just something I found in a coloring book."
Puck busted out laughing while clutching onto his stomach, it was way funnier when Santana says it. Rachel took notice when Santana's face fell, but it was only for a second then she went back to her bitchy, emotionless facial expression. The tiny brunette walked over to her friend and whispered "That was beautiful, San." Giving her encouragement to embrace her diamond drawing instead of being ashamed of it.
She knows what Santana has been through; those rocks of disappointment are memories that'll never leave the Latina's mind. She may not be doing so well right now, but Rachel truly believes that Santana will become successful.
Suddenly the space became quiet, Puck was no longer laughing. With his incredible sense of hearing, car doors rang through his ear drums. It was only two slams so there was just one cop car.
"Let's move."
The misfits gathered all their belongings and stuffing them into their bag. They went out their usual exit into a secret room they had found a year ago, it was only for their art supplies to be stored, there was no way they were gonna run with heavy pounds of paint on their shoulders. They popped their heads around the corner to check if the coast was clear and saw that it was those two dorks again.
"Where you think they went this time?" Officer Gutierrez held up his gun, pointing it in the directions he heard tiny noises.
"Let's check this way." Russell walked over to the other side of the subway tracks.
Rachel waited till the pigs were deep into the tunnel as possible before she made the call to run. With feather-like steps they made their way up the stairs and everyone high fived each other on another successful escape.
"I swear we gotta get rid of that damn camera." Santana miffed out, annoyed that this is the second time they interrupted her great works.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that." Rachel led them to a nearby bush where she stashed important tools such as screwdrivers, wrenches, and hammers. They were rusted and worn out, but they still worked great when it comes to destroying property.
"FREEZE!"
The trio tensed up as their hearts pounded against their chest, they raised their hands up high and slowly turned towards the direction the voice came from. They were met with a blonde teenage officer that didn't even have a gun.
Rachel was the first to speak "Are you kidding me? You're like, what, 17?"
"I said freeze!"
Puck and Santana saw that since Rachel isn't afraid of this girl then there's no reason to surrender to her. They both let their arms fall to their sides and stood by Rachel's side.
"Listen, blondie, just do yourself a favor and pretend you never saw us." Santana tried to reason with the blonde.
Rachel squinted, trying to figure out the blonde's vulnerability by her appearance when her eyes landed on her rectangle shaped name tag. It read Q. Fabray.
"Fabray, as in Russell Fabray's daughter?"
The blonde nodded, but still kept her stance. Rachel smirked, if Russell is dumb enough to walk the whole subway trail without checking both sides first, then his daughter must be half the idiot he is.
"What does Q stand for?" Rachel took a step forward causing the blonde to tighten the nightstick in her hands "Come on, Fabray. What does Q stand for?"
While the brunette was distracting the police officer, Puck and Santana made their way to the bush-tool and picked up a hammer and wrench, just in case Fabray pulls something funny or if the two meatheads come back.
Rachel couldn't squeeze out any information from Fabray, but that wasn't the point. She turned and held out her hand, signaling Santana to throw her the hammer. Swiftly catching it with her right hand, her head turned to the underground entrance and saw that both Gutierrez and Russell were pointing guns straight at her.
"Drop the hammer now!" Yelled Officer Gutierrez
"I told you to stay in the car, Quinn!" Russell's fatherly instincts came out instead of focusing on the main problem here.
"Throw!" Rachel yelled
Puck and Santana aimed for the hands and threw the wrenches, making them grunt in pain to their hands that were brutally hit with a five pound metal. Rachel took this time to pick up the guns that were on the floor and fired two shots at the cop car, letting them know now it's not over. The trio ran in the opposite direction, leaving the men and Quinn alone in the deserted area.
"Daddy, are you okay?" Quinn rushed over to her father and saw that his right hand is now a color of red and purple. She wanted to cry due to the fact she caused this. This would've never happen if she got out the car.
"This is nothing," Russell lied to ease his daughter's worrieness because it honestly fucking hurt "I'll just put some ice on it when I get home." He looked to his partner and saw that he was staring at his hand intensely "Gutierrez, you alright?"
"I'm fine, sir. Just need a couple stitches."
"Quinn wait in the car, Gutierrez and I will be there in a moment."
Quinn nodded and walked towards the now wrecked car, shame and guilt clouded her head. Because of her, her dad and his partner have a broken hand; all she had to do was follow a simple command that even a monkey can do.
And that.. that girl had the nerve to tell her minions to brutally hurt her father, she is not having any of that. She will get her revenge, make them pay for what they have done. God, now her blood is boiling with anger and can't wait to capture those assholes.