Alright Here's this. Enjoy It. New Year. Decided to get back on that Fan-Fiction Bike and hopefully I still know how to ride the damn thing. Let Me know what you think since I'm taking two shoes and turning them into one.
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox and it's Creators just like Leverage Belongs to TNT and it's Creators. I'm just using them for my own amusement
Chicago Illinois
"I checked the airport shuttles should be here in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks a lot Puck really appreciate it." Quinn waited till Puck had turned his head before she snuck out a small bottle of Jack Daniels from inside her coat and poured it to the already whisky filled glass. Just as she was about to take a sip the sound of heavy breathing got her attention?
"Excuse me Ms. Fabray?" both bartender and patron turned to see a slim curly haired man staring back at both of them he seemed to be nervous and a bit anxious something the blonde didn't need at the time. "S-sorry to bother you but I've read all about you."
The muffled scoff could be heard from the bartender. Quinn gave him a warning glare which resulted in Puck shaking his head as he walked away to check inventory. Once the mowhawked styled man was out of sight Quinn turned her attention back towards the nervous man.
"I read about how you found that lost Monet painting in Florence saving your company what twenty, twenty five million dollars? Then there was that uh…. Identity theft thing and you saved your insurance company…. I don't even know how much you saved them." Both seemed to chuckle at that revelation but Quinn's was more forced that actual fondness of the memory. "But I also know."
'shit.' The blonde groaned internally knowing what was about to be said. How are you supposed to forget when people keep reminding you of it everyday?
"That when you needed them the most…. What happened to your family is the kind of thing."
Slamming her glass of whiskey down onto the bar Quinn turned her glare towards the man.
"You know that part of the conversation where I punch you in the neck then follow it with a really fucking hard kick to the balls? Yeah we're coming up on that real quick." Putting his hands up in surrender the curly haired man scooted back on his seat and gave another nervous chuckle.
"I just want to offer you a job."
"Well what do you got?" was Quinn's sarcastic reply.
"What do you know about airplane designs?"
"Well I could give it a shot. You got a pencil and one of those little weird rulers?"
"Somebody STOLE MY airplane designs and I want them back."
"So you want me to find them for you oh okay I see what this is." The last part was more to herself but once Quinn saw the man shake his head that notion was quickly thrown away.
"No, I know where they are and I know who has them. What I want if for you…. Is to steal them back."
It was silent. Neither of them had said anything to one another. Looking over to the still filled glass picked it up and took a long, long drink. It had seemed that in that exact moment Puck had walked back into the bar area.
"Why don't we go sit somewhere more private." The man suggested as he began to get up from the stool. "I'll uh… I'll meet you over there." He motioned with his head towards the table at the far end of the restaurant that seemed to be away from everybody.
"Everything alright Quinn?" the former Insurance investigator nodded her head before she turned to look at him.
"Let me get a refill Puck."
"Sure you got enough booze for it?" the two locked eyes and for a brief second the blonde had felt bad but then she lifted the half filled handle of Jack Daniels to the bartender who just shook his head and went to refill the glass.
"Make it a double."
"How about I just pour you a pitcher and call it The Quinn."
"No need to idolize me a glass will be just fine." Once the drink was in her hand Quinn made her way towards the man who had a bunch of papers laid out in front of him. "This is quite the set-up you got here."
"Yeah well business 101 and all that jazz." Both of them chuckled at the lame joke. "Please sit." Once comfortable and the first gulp of her drink had been taken Quinn motioned for the man to proceed with his presentation.
"First of all let me introduce myself. I'm."
"William Schuester. Head of Schuester aerodynamics multi million dollar corporate company specializing in both private and commercial airlines." Once again both of them stared at one another. Taking another sip of her drink and savoring the sweet burn travel down her throat. "I love to read as well." She answered the unasked question with a shrug. Taking that as answer William began to divulge his plan and for the most part Quinn let him say his piece once the story was over Quinn took another drink and sat back on staring over at Puck who seemed to be busy serving a couple of airline attendants along with a couple of pilots.
"And you're sure that Sylvester stole your designs?"
"Come on Ms. Fabray. Think about it." Will practically shouted at the blonde. "My Engineer goes missing with all my files. Couple of weeks later Sylvester has a press conference showing MY designs"
"I don't know stealing them back would be kind of stupid. There are other ways."
"Listen, listen." Will cut Quinn off frantically. "I have a share holders meeting in a couple of days and I have spent five years and a Hundred Million Dollars. If I show up to that meeting with absolutely nothing I am done. You understand me D-O-N-E." taking a deep breath Quinn looked back down at the papers on the table. "I mean look at the people I've hired for this job. Is there any group of people who are better for this job?"
"No I see who you got…. You got Brittany…. You're serious you got her?"
"Is there anyone better?" Will countered looking at him.
"Well no, but Brittany's insane."
"That's exactly why I need you."
"Oh no, no, no, no. I am not a thief." Just as Quinn was about to get up Will reached out and grabbed her arm but released it once the blonde turned her glare to him.
"Ms. Fabray. Please. Thieves I've got. What I need I one honest man to keep them in check." Taking a deep breath Quinn sat back on the chair. Something wasn't right but she couldn't put her finger on it. Deciding to humor Schuester a little bit more and hopefully getting out of this ridiculous job Quinn looked back down at the list of names one more time before she looked up to meet Williams's eyes.
"Even if it does work and it's a long shot…. All these people work alone. They've always worked alone. No exceptions. Now what makes you think that they'll work together on this job for you?"
"Well you throw in three hundred and fifty thousand dollars to each and I guarantee they'll work together as for you; well the price is doubled because of the incentive. The company that insures Sylvester is I.Y.S." That got Quinn's attention. "How badly do you want to screw over the company that let your son die Ms. Fabray?" for what seemed like the hundredth time that day Quinn held her breath and the room went silent. The only noise seemed to be coming from the bar where the flight attendants and pilots had seemed to loosen up if the cheering and laughing was any indication of their joyfulness. Seeing that nothing was going to come out of this meeting Will took a sigh of defeat as he started to gather the scattered paperwork. "Think about it Ms. Fabray. But please I implore you to think fast." Placing his business card on the table William gave the blonde one last look before he grabbed his suitcase. "Life only hands us these types of opportunities once in a lifetime Ms. Fabray. I'm giving you a chance to avenge the wrongful death of your son." She didn't care if the hitch in her breath could be heard and at this point Quinn had all but finished her drink but that didn't stop her from reaching into her jacket for the handle. "You have my number. I'll be expecting your call." With one final glance at Quinn William shook his head and headed out the door. Quinn looked at the card on the table and sighed she looked at the half filled handle in her hand and sighed opening the bottle and pouring the last of it's content into the glass downing it in one go. She motioned for Puck. Pulling out several bills from her pocket the blonde decide to drop all of the money on the table.
"Keep the change." Quinn muttered as she passed the man on her way out the bar/hotel. She had to close her eyes due to the harshness of the sun. She took in a deep breath as she looked to her right then her left before she stared to walk down the cold and crowded Chicago Street. After what seemed like hours Quinn found herself standing at a park watching as several older kids we're running around laughing and being carefree. As much as she tried to be strong the sight of all those kids being happy and alive made her burst into tears. The pain of that day seemed to wash over her once again and before she knew what she was doing she had reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"Ms. Fabray?" came over the other end of the line.
"Yeah…. I'm in."