Santana takes in a deep breath one hand on the door nob, palms a little sweaty. This keeps happening, how many times in the last few months can she screw up and get called into the chiefs office before she's fired?

God Britt would be so disappointed if I lost my job.

"Lopez." The Chief says sternly as the brunette slips through the door and nervously sets herself down in a chair in front of his desk. "This is getting repetitive."

Santana winces. "I know Sir but there was no way to know that the guy was going to-.."

"Santana…" He starts in trying to cut her off.

"I mean I don't have X-ray vision and if Puckerman knew how to do his job-…"

"Santana." He tries again sitting up a little straighter in his chair.

"It's not my fault that the people on this team don't know how not to get shot in the-.."

"Lopez!" the chief grumbles, rubbing his temple and feeling like he is home dealing with one of his teenaged daughters.

Santana snaps her mouth closed, eyes widening a little at the tone in his voice.

"You should be suspended…"

"But Chief-…" She stops. Biting her tongue as the older man raises his hand to stop her, once again, from speaking.

"You should be suspended or," He scoffs shaking his head a little. "Or fired even. Look the only reason I'm going easy on you is because even with all the crazy stunts you pull your an asset to this team." He sits back in his chair, looking her over. "You've got a lot of wins kid."

Santana nods a little, feeling herself relax but not daring to speak.

"But one more problem like this and your out. No more chances you got that?"

"Yes, Sir." She nods again and starts to get up because his words seem dismissive and she is so ready to get out of the room. Though right as she reaches the door he is speaking again.

"I've got an assignment for you. Treat it as your very last chance, so don't screw it up. Talk to your Supervisory Special for the details."

Santana nods again feeling dumb for forcing herself to be so silent and opens the door.

"And Lopez?" He waits for brown eyes to lift back up to him. "Don't let me down."

—

Its kind of like a big boost in her confidence that the Chief likes her so much, if it had been anyone else she was sure she'd be fired by now. Deep down Santana knows that, that fact shouldn't cause that reaction in her but it does.

"Q? Whatcha got for me?" Quinn looks up from whatever nerdy thing she is doing at the large lab table in the middle of the room and then back down again squinting through the microscope in front of her and ignoring the brunette while she finished.

This girl. From the moment Santana met her she knew they'd hit it off but in that 'I don't really like you but tolerate you, maybe I'd take a bullet for you.' kind of way. "Fabray." She tried again impatiently tapping her foot against the tiled floor.

Quinn looked up again, sighing and pointing to a thick folder at the corner of the desk. "Everything is in there."

"Whoa, someone is hormonal. Way to do your job Q…" The girl said moving to retrieve the folder as she continued. "…No explanation… no prepping…"

Snapping off her gloves and tossing them a little forcefully into the garbage the blonde turned to the large sink to wash her hands. "Santana, you are so impatient. Honestly your like a seven year old."

"Oh are those cotton candy lolipops?" Santana asked seriously. Getting distracted by the jar of suckers on Quinn's desk. "Britt would love these." She added pocketing three of them. "What was that you said?"

Quinn gawked at her, the little smirk on the shorter girls full lips telling her full well she had heard her. "Philadelphia…" Quinn started feeling her patience starting to wear thin already. "There's been a string of murders involving wives and girlfriends of random government officials or men involved in government affairs. The FBI have yet to find a connection between the victims or the victims husbands-…"

Santana snorts cutting the blonde off, muttering. "Well…FBI, can't expect too much."

"Your going in undercover." The girl continued, pretending like Santana had not interrupted her. "And with a-…"

"Partner." A snide voice rang from the doorway. A tall man walking slowly into the room as if purposefully taking his time. A smug look plastered on his face that fit so well it looked as if it could be permanent.

"Oh hell fucking no!" Santana all but shouted, when her eyes came up to meet his. "There's no fucking way I'm working with him." The last word coming out with clear distaste.

"Sebastian Smythe." The man said extending his hand out to a not please looking Quinn, who was wondering if it was even possible to finish a sentence in this place.

"Don't talk to him Q." Santana said quickly through gritted teeth. "You'll catch ass fuck for brains."

"Hey now, that's no way to speak to your husband." Sebastian sneered a sly smile crossing his face.

"Oh fuck no." the brunette breathed out, looking down at the file in her hands and scanning over her orders. "This is bullshit."

"Santana." Quinn warned but the Latina kept on going, swearing and almost pouting. "Santana…" But it was too late the Chief was already in the doorway clearing his throat.

Santana looked up, swallowing hard.

"Is there a problem Lopez?" The older man asked, looking between the three of them.

"No problem here, not at all." Sebastian chimed in a little too cheerfully.

It took a large amount of effort not to roll her eyes and unlock her jaw as to not grit her teeth but the girl managed. "No problem." She said almost unconvincingly.

"Play nice." The Chief said sternly glancing at the both of them before disappearing back out into the hallway.

"I even made sure to pick the perfect wedding ring for you." The tall guy said once the coast was clear fighting to hide his chuckle.

"If you even dare to touch me Smythe I swear to God your balls will be in a jar by the time we get back." Santana spat snapping the folder shut and nodding to Quinn as she exited the opposite door not even wanting to be within three feet of the guy.

—

"Hel-…" Brittany's voice is cut off and there is a lot of clatter like things tapping up against the phone. Not to mention the loud bass of some hip-hop song in the background. Then the music cuts off and its silent for a moment, Santana almost thinks she's been hung up on. "Hello?" The blonde repeats on the other end.

"Hey B."

"Sorry I dropped the phone." Britt says on the other end like it wasn't obvious and Santana lets out a soft chuckle.

"Uh, I-.."

"Oh no." Brittany says and the brunette knows she's pouting, she can just hear it in the girls voice. "That is your 'I have to work' voice. The one that means your going away."

"Aww, Britt you know my job is important, sometimes I have to travel."

"But why can't you just fight crime here. Its New York, there's plenty." the blonde counters and the thought makes Santana tense a little. Because while she'll be in Philly for a few days Brittany will be here in this crime infested city. Alone. Its enough really to make her quit on the spot.

"I know but… Hey B why don't you stay with Rachel or Mike or something while I'm gone."

Brittany groans on the other end. "San where are you going?" and now she's just flat out whining, Santana hates it when she whines.

"Pennsylvania, but only for a few days." Its quiet on the other end for a bit and the brunette is compelled to question the girls presence. "B?"

"Is it… dangerous?" Brittany knows Santana's work is dangerous but it never stops her from asking specifically. The blonde sort of hates her career always worried that she wont come home to her but she doesn't let herself think about it often.

Santana struggled with the question, not wanting to lie to Brittany but not wanting to admit that she was going under cover as bait either. "You know how it is B." Brittany just sighs in response knowing any further Questioning wont really get her anywhere anyway.

"When are you leaving?"

"Later this evening." She says and she can already hear her girlfriend groaning on the other end. "Come have lunch with me before I go?"

"San I would, I mean I want to… but I have classes until nine and there is no one to cover. I had to pick up the extra shift for Nancy cause she's sick."

"Oh." is all the brunette says. "Well I better get going then, might as well get a few things around here done before I go."

"Promise you'll be safe ok? And.. and make sure you call me every day ok?"

"I promise B and I'll try to call of course but I'll be under cover and I don't really know what that entails yet so I may not be able to call everyday."

"San…" The blonde whines again.

"I know B but I just want you to know so that you don't get worried if I can't call."

"I'm always worried." Brittany says honestly and Santana can hear it in her voice how much she means it. It makes her chest tighten a bit and she knows she has to hang up soon before the conversation gets too serious.

"I love you B." She says sweetly, knowing Britt will hear her honesty too.

"I know, I love you too. Maybe… maybe when you get back you could like, take a vacation or something. So we can spend some time together. We could both take a week off… do something nice together?"

"That sounds nice babe, I'll try."

"You'll like actually try. Not like say you are but not really say anything to your boss."

Santana laughed realizing none of that was even a question. "Yes Ma'm. I love it when you get bossy with me." she said lowering her voice a bit. Brittany just laughs and then Santana tries again and fails to convince her to stay with Rachel while she's gone. Just because she can't stop thinking about how much crime there actually is in New York and it really would make her feel better to know the girls not alone. They say their I love you's again, with another promise to call before hanging up and then Latina starts to gather her paperwork and mentally going through her closet for what to pack.

—

The Hotel room door flies open and Santana comes charging in, fuming. "I can't believe you fucking had him, right there talking to you and you knew it was him and let him walk the fuck away! I knew you where thick Smythe but that's just plain ridiculous."

"Hey!" Sebastian said coming in degrees more calmly behind her. "There are two of them I'm almost certain and we are so close to-.."

"Close!" Santana yelled almost in a complete rage now as she kicked off the stupid uncomfortable heals and turning on him. "We HAD him and you let him go!" Accenting the word 'you' with a jab of her finger to his chest.

"Santana." He said trying to keep his voice and temper level, something the girl before him was obviously completely terrible at. "If I took him in we'd have no hope of finding the other one, we don't even know who he is."

"We don't know that he exists actually… everything so far suggests that the murders are done by one person." Santana wasn't sure if she fully believed his theory but she couldn't disprove it and he was right. It would have been too risky. They had already been there for two weeks and they were so close to catching him and heading home she could taste it. Not to mention the fact that there had been two more murders since they had gotten there. Which only pissed her off further.

"Yes but the other one is the one that does the research. The following and the capturing…" Sebastian runs his hand over his face shaking his head. "He doesn't participate in the murders but he brings the woman to this guy. Maybe he watches I don't know." He looked tired, they both did.

"Well fucking brilliant. That's what we are going off of I don't knows."

"Hey! At least I've got something. While you just prance around in those heels fawning over me…" Honestly he hadn't meant for it to come out exactly like that and he definitely didn't mean for the smirk to pop up either.

Santana glared at him for a moment about two seconds from launching into full on Lima heights Latina on his ass. When her cell phone rang. Brittany.

"B? Whats wrong?" She said quickly pressing the phone to her ear and putting the current conversation on hold. "Britt, I told you you can't call me unless its an emergency!" She hissed out misplacing her anger for Sebastian on her sweet girlfriend. "No that does not count as an emergency…"

Sebastian watched her, listening to her side of the conversation not sure why it was exactly that he was waiting around to just continue to get yelled at. But the blush that was now creeping up along Santana's cheeks and that look he was giving him like 'he can't hear this right?' would be well worth anything she'd eventually throw at him.

"No B, that doesn't count either…" she mumbled, keeping her voice low and feeling her cheeks get hot. She needed to get home soon because this girl… Shaking her head she shook it away telling Brittany she had to go and assuring her she was fine. Apologizing twice that she couldn't come home yet before hanging up.

"Trouble in paradise? Or should I say… paradise having a little fun without you?" Sebastian teased, doing the best he could not to right out laugh.

"Oh shut it!" She managed losing most of her fight in her concentration on the mail man.

—

"Darling didn't we go there when we visited Paris? That place with the giant fountain in the front foyer?" Sebastian asked cheerfully, his arm draped over Santana's shoulders at the impressively dressed table.

"Fontaine Cachee?" Santana supplied as if they had rehearsed it. It worked that way, when they were undercover and pretending to like each other. It was almost scary the ease of comfort they slipped into always on the same page. Always knowing what the other was thinking. Santana found that they were both actually a lot alike.

"Vous parlez francais?" The man they've come to know as Jesse St. James asks from across the table, leaning in closer to Santana and locking onto her eyes.

She looks away feeling a chill come up her spine though miraculously blushes on cue. "Oh just a little, just enough to be a tourist." Her voice is light and she actually giggles. Actually fucking giggles. She can't stand this man, if it wasn't for her drama minor back in college there was no way she'd of been able to hide it.

"Don't be shy sweety." Sebastian cooed, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Je sais pertinemment que vous connaissez très bien le français. Paris fait ressortir quelques-unes des meilleures parties de vous." His words just loud enough for Jesse to hear, lips brushing against her ear. Maybe it was too convincing, cause there were now goosebumps along tan skin and if Sebastian could read the Latina's thoughts he knew he'd hear her cursing at herself.

"Sebbie…" She whined pushing him away playfully. "Stop it, not in front of our guest." Santana spoke shyly glancing up at the man in front of her.

"I don't mind." Jesse drawled out and Santana's stomach dropped, she could have vomited right there.

"Well not in a public restaurant either…" She added quickly, after a few seconds to compose herself.

"Well then I guess we'll just have to get going then." Sebastian said nudging his nose against her ear before lifting his head to call for the check.

Santana huffed, raising her hand to cover her face as if embarrassed. "I'm sorry, he's not usually like this." She voiced apologetically toward the man who was smiling this creepy smile at her. His eyes repeatedly running over her body and almost never staying locked on her eyes for too long. It was difficult not to reach across the table and just snatch him up, knowing what she knew. Thinking about all those helpless woman in this same position. This guy got off on tearing these men in power down, stealing away their most beloved, it was sick.

Their plan was to try to get as close to him as possible, speed up the process of what seemed to usually take St. James months to complete. He was very well integrated into the elite community in the area and honestly the least suspected. The FBI had all but ignored him at first and it was completely by accident that Santana and Sebastian had caught onto his trail. Now that they were on it though, it was clear they had the right guy.

From what they knew he was the one that went out and chose the victims, courted them and their wives almost and it was done in such a subtle way that no one had even noticed. He was a business man with a legit standing fully functioning business to back him up. The dinner they were on now was a sort of sales pitch and while he was preaching about his job and trying to sway the husbands his eyes raked over their wives assessing whether or not to strike.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we never did get down to business did we?" Sebastian mused reaching for the check. "To busy going on about Paris and what not." He said waving his hand toward his 'wife' by his side.

"Oh no please, allow me." Jesse said quickly grabbing the check before Sebastian could. And that was it, their sign that they where in. Jesse wanted Santana, that was clear. Though the thought sent a chill up both their spines, each glancing at the other out of the corner of their eyes.

—

"We are in." Santana said triumphantly, doing her best not to fist pump like her girlfriend does as she entered into the room.

"Yeah but I'm not really sure of this plan…" Sebastian voiced, tugging at his tie as her closed the door behind himself.

"It will be fine. The abductions always happen when the wife is alone. Parking lots, grocery stores… and the team will be there to swoop in at any moment. I've just gotta go all house wifey for the next few days and pretend like I've got shit to do or something."

"Doesn't seem like it is too hard to play the 'wifey'"

"Ok listen, the only reason I'm not kneeing you in the groin right now for getting all cuddly back there is because I'm so fucking ready to get back to New York and back to my girl. So don't push me." Santana warned, looking completely serious.

Sebastian chuckled, holding up his hands. "I want to get out of here just as much as you do, don't worry." Pulling off his button up, he straightened out his T-shirt looking expectantly at her. "Come on, front desk said their was a package delivered for me but they don't except boxes to the hotel so its at the post office, gotta go pick it up."

"Ok… So what do you need me for?"

"Santana, I'm not leaving you here there is a murderer who has a thing for you now out there somewhere."

"Oh please, I can handle myself and besides like I said the abductions only happen in public places there hasn't been one occasion where a woman was taken from her home."

"This is not your house…" He countered arrogantly.

"Oh you know what I mean! And I have a gun… a gun that I've been itching to use so step off twinkle toes and go get your package your damn self."

Sebastian just shook his head, semi amused. "Are you always this abusive to people?"

"This is not nearly as bad as it could be." Santana deadpanned, squaring her shoulders.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties all twisted." Needless to say, he headed out alone.

—

It was only a short ride to the Post office, which turns out was huge and was still open as he'd been told by the concierge though he hadn't believed it.

"Phillips." He said to the receptionist, flashing her his patented charming smile. "I've got a package waiting for me."

"Oh yes." The attractive woman said with a giggle. "Its in the back, hold on just a sec." Sebastian's eyes following her hips as she went.

After a few moments the blonde girl returned with a medium sized box, placing it down on the counter. "Its rather light for a box this size…" She observed absently. "Usually I don't get curious about the contents of things but do you know what it is?" She blushed a little giggling nervously again. "I mean, were you expecting it?"

Sebastian chuckled. "No, I wasn't. Though I'm sure its just work stuff." Which was true sometimes when he was undercover and things needed to be brought to his attention without steady contact, foot mail rerouted through a third party was a viable source.

The girl was batting her eyes at him a little and she seemed sweet, then again anyone would seem sweet up against the abrasiveness that was Santana Lopez, whom he'd been spending all his time with over the last few weeks. He was about to ask her her number when he remembered that he was supposed to be undercover… and married. "Thank you." He said with a smile turning to bring the box to a counter on the far wall.

The box did seem unusually light and once he began to open it, finding a box in a box in a box, his stomach started to feel a little unsettled. Something seemed wrong. Finally he reached a smaller box, decorated with some type of pattern and lifted off the top only to find a folded sheet of paper. The paper almost seemed blank until he flipped it over revealing a single line of typed script.

Packages are not sent to hotel desks.

The world seemed to pause for a moment as Sebastian took the words in, immediately understanding their meaning. Leaving the empty boxes behind the tall man turned and began making his way out to the street. Running to his rental car, he couldn't move fast enough.

—

"Santana!" Sebastian yelled nearing the hotel room and to his horror finding the door to be ajar. Drawing his gun he stepped in carefully and discovering with dread the scene before him. Furniture was turned over, random things thrown awry, the bed sheets completely torn from the bed. There had been quite the struggle in this room but no one remand.

Santana was missing…