So once again I'm writing more than one fanfic at once (Forever More would be my other one), but I got this idea the other day and I am really, really excited to write about it. I think it will be a lot of fun.
Basically as the summary said; its Mission Impossible Glee style. Quinn Fabray is finally content with her life until an old friend, Santana Lopez shows up at her door. Quinn's life is then turned inside out as she enters the world of spies and espionage finding secrets and romance along the way. But when old secrets emerge, will what started out as a career change end up in a possible fight to save the world? Read along in this action/adventure/thriller/romance/comedy and find out how the gleeks handle the CIA.
Soooo, yeah. I've got a lot of ideas for how this will go. It's established Brittana and eventual Faberry. I imagine a bunch of other glee characters will work themselves in as well. It's also a future fic, not an AU so the history is all there, which I really like in future fics because I love the interactions of the characters. I will try to keep all characters cannon, so let me know what you think of them! I'm also hoping to turn this into a suspense thriller with tons of romance (the good kind) and good comedy! I definitely see this going to an M rating as the chapters go on. So yeah, give it a try.
So without further adieu, I present chapter one: Mission, Oh HELL No of Your Mission, Should you Choose To Accept It.
If anyone were to look at her, they would all say that Santana Lopez was definitely not happy. The angry strides combined with her fear inducing scowl had everyone on the fifth floor of Langley re-evaluating who scared them more: Agent Lopez or their boss.
As Santana marched through the corridor back to her own office, she almost had to smirk at her fellow agents ducking out of her way. God it felt damn good to be feared. It reminded her of her High School years and the way the crowd would part like the red fucking sea for her. She had always enjoyed such perks of the school of fish that was McKinley High.
Reaching her door, Santana rolled her eyes at the thought. Irony was such a bitch. It was because of that damn High School that she was in the situation she was in now. And to think, when she had drove to work that morning she thought getting a promotion was a good thing.
Santana Lopez had woken up that morning feeling pretty good about life. She had a great job, an incredibly gorgeous and sexy girlfriend, and pretty much anything else a smokin' hot 25 year old secret agent could want.
That's right. Santana Lopez, was a badass spy.
As far as career choices were, Santana always figured she'd become a lawyer or something like that. She was smart and she could talk or argue her way out of just about anything, even in elementary school. It had always seemed like the obvious choice. So when she'd taken the LSAT in her senior year at Berkley, she figured her life was pretty clear.
She would graduate with a BA from Berkley double majoring in Poli Sci and minoring in linguistics and then apply to Law School in California to stay close to her High School sweetheart Britney Pierce. Then she'd graduate from Law School, join a big firm, and someday become a partner. All while Brittney pursued her career in dance. She'd make a good deal of money and she and Brit-Brit could do whatever they wanted. Life was a dream.
It would be a simple life and Santana Lopez hadn't been about to complain. Sure she liked a little excitement in life, but Brittney was more than willing to fulfill that in the bedroom. Santana could definitely live with that.
So when a woman in a black and white track suit and aviators had shown up at her door one day and practically manhandled her into the back seat of a black sedan, Santana Lopez was pissed.
When the woman "reviled" herself seconds later to be a one Sue Sylvester offering her a job with the CIA because she'd scored tremendously high on the secret spy test on the LSAT, it was all Santana could do to not howl with laughter at the clearly deranged woman.
It was only after Santana had seen the private jet, CIA headquarters, and "Chief" Sylvester's private office in Langley that the Latina's laughter was effectively silenced.
Of course since Sue was never one to leave anything to chance, she'd already recruited Brittney who was more than enthusiastic to "play spy" every day with her Sany, the brunette skeptically agreed to the offer.
Santana and Brittney were immediately transported to live in DC and inducted into the CIA after completing training. As expected, Santana quickly proved to be one of the division's most valuable assets; completing more missions with more success than any other agent in the field. In fact, the girl had ranked higher than any other agent ever had at her age. A fact she was damn well worthy of, after all, she was Santana Lopez.
So when she'd caught wind of a promotion heading her way, Santana was unbelievably stoked. Brittney had told her all night that she had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to get her own team. If that were the case, Santana couldn't fucking wait. Ever since her days as a Cheerio, she'd learned to covet that top spot and to be honest, she couldn't wait to have people she could boss around again. Indeed life was great.
That is until she strolled in to Chief Sylvester's office on Monday morning with a smirk on her face and listened to her former cheerleading coach lay out her first assignment as the Alpha squad's team leader.
"Oh HELL no, you want me to WHAT?" Santana shouted, the smug look having dropped of her face to be replaced with one of disbelief and rage.
"Well now Boobs McGee, you couldn't possibly believe I'd trust you to choose your own team now would you? You'd just pick your fellow clam diver and a few others of the pathetic crybabies so you could boss them around. Now although I feel the urge to applaud your intention to humiliate the disgraces that call themselves agents, this team will answer only to one Sue Sylvester and I require absolute perfection." Sue drawled sarcastically.
Santana rolled her eyes hard.
"Oh for fuck sakes, I never got a boob job! And why not, every other team leader gets to! Besides old lady, you must have a brain tumor from all that trophy shine if you think that I'll agree to this!"
The two had truly developed an odd relationship since Santana had started working for Sue. The two often argued extremely unprofessionally, and sometimes the other agents would whisper that they fought like mother and daughter, well, with the addition of inappropriate name calling.
"Now I find that statement insulting." Sue paused, lowering her glasses down the ridge of her nose. "Your chest reeks of inauthenticity." Santana glared while Sue, unaffected, returned her glasses to their original place.
"Furthermore, if you hope to keep your job, I suggest you locate and retrieve the package and have them here by eight hundred sharp tomorrow morning."
Santana fought to keep herself from throwing a nearby stapler at a one Sue Sylvester's face. Instead she used a trick she'd learned from her years as a spy: manipulation.
"Well if you wants to keep your best agent, then I suggest you lets me keep Brit-Brit on my team." The Latina sneered advancing on her superior.
Her boss eyed her from behind her glasses. It almost brought joy to her heart to see so many traits that reminded her of a young Sue Sylvester in her agent. Well it was that or heart burn from the extreme taco her maid Consuella had made for her that morning. At any rate, those traits: perfection, superiority, and ruthlessness were among her favorites, a large reason why she needed the spitfire to succeed on this mission. She also had a feeling that the Latina was also the only one that could do it.
Besides, she really didn't care if Pierce was on her Alpha squad. The girl was after all the second best agent she ever recruited. It just slipped her mind so often because when she wasn't blowing stuff up, infiltrating secret bases, or shooting four people at the same time, Agent Pierce appeared about as imposing a fat man in an Easter bunny costume.
"Fine. Keep the dew-lapper." Sue said disinterestedly. "Now get out of my office, your terrible rendition of the English language is killing off my brain cells by the second."
"Yes Ma'am." Santana supplied lazily, before shoving her chair backwards and marching out of the office.
Santana pulled out her com and ran her fingers over the screen, bringing up her new team list. Apparently the chief had already edited it adding Britney to the list.
As if on cue, the bubbly Dutch girl bounded into the office and wrapped her long arms around the dark skinned girl's neck.
"I knew you could do it Sany! Now I get to be on your team!" She chirped happily.
Santana couldn't help but smile at her girlfriend. That did make this situation a lot better. It especially made the situation better when Brittney's lips whispered against her ear, "That means you're my boss and you can tell me to do whateevverr you want." She finished by nipping the brunette's ear and pulled back with an innocent smile.
"Dios mio, mi amor." Santana mumbled with a shiver. "The things you do to me…" Having Brittney on her team definitely made things better, the Latina thought before thinking of just what she could order Brittney to do later that night. She was unwillingly dragged from those thoughts as Brittney sat at her desk and scrolled through her com.
"Hey Sany, who's Agent code name: Porcelain and what's mission Q?"
Santana groaned. Yeah, the fantasy she'd just been writing in her brain was so not happening tonight.
"Porcelain is my new Hacker and Intel specialist. Apparently he's some genius from the second floor in the anti-terror division. I don't know how Sylvester got him pulled onto my team, but whatever. He's supposed to be the best." She relayed the speech she'd gotten from the chief to her girlfriend who nodded thoughtfully.
"And Mission Q," the agent paused and rolled her eyes. Seriously, did their Sue really think she was clever in their mission names? "Is our first mission and by the time the Chief is done with her, our newest field agent."
"OOO!" Brittney squealed. "That sounds like fun! Is she like, super-duper special or something cause we have to go pick her up? Or is it cause she's in jail and we have to break her out like they always do in the movies? Or is she a double agent who-"
"No Babe," Santana said sweetly, cutting off her girlfriend before the girl's ideas got too extreme. "Nothing like that."
'Definitely nothing like that' Santana thought as her confusion and distain from the conversation with the chief resurfaced. She sighed as Britney watched her with rampant attention.
"The package is in New Haven, Connecticut and her identity is Quinn Fabray."
Brittney blinked twice before cocking her head to the side. She stared back at her girlfriend and remained silent for a good minute.
Her gaze traveled up and down her girlfriend's amazing body. God she looked good in a suit. Today it was the all black slacks, the curvy fit, a white tank top, and a tight fitting blazer. All of it curved to her body in all the right places and was just so sharp. Working for the CIA and having a Sexy Agent girlfriend seriously had its perks.
She especially liked when Santana wore suits because she liked to unbutton the jacket teasingly slow while kissing Santana's neck after a long day of work. When she'd finished with the buttons, she'd trail her hands up the Latina's sexy stomach, feeling the trained abs beneath her undershirt, higher until she reached her favorite pair of-
"Brit Brit?" Santana tore the blonde from her day dream with a confused expression on her face.
"Quinn would look really good in a suit." Brittney supplied with a shrug.
Santana's confusion only grew until she noticed her girlfriend's eyes return to her chest. The Latina smirked to herself. 'Wearing a suit today was such a good idea.'
Although a lot of people thought Brittney was a little slow, Santana had finally figured out in their first year of college why the Dutch blonde often had a faraway expression on her face. It wasn't her fault, the girl just got…distracted rather easily. On her part, Santana could hardly complain. It had always led to a lot of quick sessions in the bathroom and locker room as well as a good ole romp in the janitor's closet in between periods.
"I guess so B, but you don't think she would look better than me do you?" Santana said, stalking towards her girlfriend slowly, her tone of mock worry.
"Don't be silly San…You're way hotter in a suit." Brittney said easily from her spot in Santana's chair.
The brunette smirked as she stepped over Brittney to sit across the taller girl's lap.
"Are you sure? Cause you were looking at me, but you were talking about Q." She taunted in the blonde's ear.
Brittney smiled, her lips curling as she pressed it to her favorite spot on her girlfriend's neck. The Latina's breath caught audibly near her ear as she ran her hands up the woman's stomach under her shirt and grasped the darker woman's chest.
"You're so good with your hands." The Latina smirked in a whisper when she realized that all jacket buttons had already been undone.
Kissing her way up to a tan ear Brittney whispered, "Are you only noticing that now?" Her lips enclosing on the soft earlobe and sucking lightly, the blonde was unsure whether her words or actions drew a husky moan from her partner. She decided it didn't matter.
Her hands were just about to make their way to the clasps of Santana's slacks when an air horn sounded through the room causing both girls to jump and Santana to fall on the floor, knocking her head against the glass desk.
"What the FU-"
A barking voice accompanied by Chief Sue's face appeared on the telecom still on Santana's desk.
"Lopez! I said eight hundred sharp tomorrow morning. If you're one second late because you couldn't stay out of each other's pants long enough, YOU'RE FIRED! Now get down to the computer nerd's office before I have both of you castrated!" And with that, the Sue's face blanked out.
Sitting up and rubbing her head, Santana glowered over at her com. "I swear that bitch has me bugged or something!" She groaned before pulling herself off.
The door to her office slammed open to reveal said woman in her "work" track suit, "I heard that Lopez and I expect all my trophies hand polished once you get back from the mission or you can kiss that bonus as well as the Ferrari goodbye! Now get to work!" She barked before disappearing as quickly as she came.
"That was weird…" Brittney said before collecting her shocked girlfriend. "Come on, let's go visit the robots." She chirped, pulling behind a still somewhat shocked and confused girlfriend.
Somewhere between the fifth and second floor, Santana had resigned to the fact that Sue Sylvester, Cheerleading coach or Chief of the Covert Agents Division, simply heard and saw absolutely everything.
It really was a pain in the ass though. She couldn't count how many times her work place sexy-times had been interrupted thanks to Chief Sue's uncanny ability to always know what was going on. Okay so maybe the CIA wasn't the best place to get it on, but that really only made it hotter. Who was she kidding? Having sex in the middle of the CIA was just plain badass. Sometimes she wished she still kept in touch with some of her old high school friends like Puck, just so she could rub it in his face.
But as annoying as it was, Santana still had a job to do.
"Hello?" Santana spoke to the dark room with blinking lights on large steal machines and countless monitors.
Maybe Brittney had been right when she said they were going to go visit the robots. This place was seriously like something straight out of some sci fi movie that kids like Jew-Fro and Artie pretended to be from.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." A twinkling voice echoed from the back of the room. "If it isn't the queen bees, Santana Lopez and Brittney Pierce in the flesh."
Santana knew that voice. It reminded her of obnoxious fashion and…Beyoncé?
"San, how does the robot know our names?" Brittney huddled a little closer to her girlfriend.
A twinkling chuckle filled the room as a few lights switched on; illuminating an immaculately, clean cut young man in a perfectly tailored blue suit and black tie.
"I guess some things never change, do they?"
"No. Fucking. Way." Santana gaped at the young boy. "Hummel?" Sure, porcelain should have been a dead giveaway, but since when was Kurt good with computers? Artie she could understand, but this was just plain random.
"Eloquent as ever, Ms. Lopez." Kurt smiled warmly.
He'd been expecting the two after receiving the call from Chief Sylvester herself. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Granted he knew the two were in the CIA; he did have access to all of the records after all, but he never expected to be on the same team as either one of them ever again.
Not that he had a problem with it. By senior year their group had become at least amicable with one another. To say he was eager to work with Satan herself was perhaps pushing it, but it was nice to see old friends again. Besides, they were the top field agents to be recruited in years. It would be an exciting change from hacking emails and tracking phone calls. Those tasks were completely beneath someone of his talent. He really despised the Patriot Act.
Joining the CIA had really been more of a fluke than anything else. After realizing his talent for computers and his nifty habit of catching any news worthy tale of gossip, he'd made quite a name for himself hacking into the plans of countless designers. Well, that and hacking into Sue Sylvester's personal computer for a little personal revenge. Now that had been quite a surprise.
The firewalls and top notch security he had expected, the woman always had seemed rather paranoid, but the encrypted top level classified files and subsequent abduction ten minutes later hadn't.
Who would have ever guessed that the crazed teacher, ever hell bent on the glee club's destruction, actually was a spy for a top secret agency? The CIA for Christ sakes! It did at least solve the ever pertinent question of how she always seemed to be everywhere at once. Besides, she ran her Cheerio's into the ground like she was training them for Vietnam. His few weeks as a Cheerio still gave him PTSD like symptoms.
Sue had thrown every old, and some new, insults at him once she'd gotten him into a secure facility. She'd interrogated him for hours on who he was working for and threatened every single one of his designer shoes to get him to talk. She had to give it to the woman, she knew how to torture. How was he supposed to know he'd stumbled onto top secret government files?
Once he'd explained himself and passed three different lie detector tests and promised to never speak of some rather embarrassing videos of the old cheerleading coach, he'd been cut loose on the sole condition that he show up to the second floor of Langley the following morning. He'd done so and had literally been thrown an ID badge and a stack of files as tall as Finn Hudson and simply told, "Get to work maggot." It appeared that he had been…hired.
The rest had been, as student of drama would say, history.
"Kurt!" The blonde swung her arms around the young man's neck happily. "I'm so happy to see you! Since when were you a robot?" The blonde agent turned to her girlfriend before not so subtly whispering, "I thought Artie was the only one…"
Kurt chuckled. He had missed the blonde. Brittney vision was a beautiful thing.
"Well, to be honest I never expected computers to fall within my expertise, but I injured my knee while dancing for a production of Chicago back in college and I suppose I needed to find something else to fall back on." The boy spoke with a wistful expression, but quickly disguised it by quickly rambling on. "Anyhoo, I'd taken some computer science classes to fulfill my core classes, because I was not about to cut open any frogs and risk getting guts on my Lemaire collection, and it turns out I had quite a knack for it."
"You're still so gay." Santana deadpanned, only really catching the words, expertise, Chicago, anyhoo, collection. What? Like twinkle-toes said, some things never change.
"Sanny!" The blond wined, detaching herself from Kurt only to tug on Santana's slightly wrinkled jacket, a detail that did not go unnoticed by Kurt's trained eye.
"And by the looks of things, so are you." The boy quipped with a knowing smirk as he eyed her un-straightened clothes up and down, leaving Santana feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger before deciding to simply role her eyes.
"As if you aren't jealous." She sniped, receiving a grimace in return. The three traded glances, before they just laughed amongst themselves. Indeed, some things never change.
The three each retold the stories of how they'd somehow, after four years under the tyranny of Sue Sylvester, found themselves once again, under the tyranny of Sue Sylvester. They laughed at the irony of it all, but at the end of the day couldn't complain too much. Who would have ever believed that three kids from Lima, Ohio had made it all the way to Washington D.C. much less the CIA. She had after all, tracked them down and practically forced them to accept the jobs.
"Speaking of High School, has the trophy worshiping warlord briefed you on our first mission?" Santana smirked, wondering how the old diva would take the news.
Kurt feigned shock, "She still has those things? And no, she left that up to you, Agent Lopez."
Santana scowled before remembering that she was the one with the information. "Well you know how Sue apparently likes to recruit McKinley Alumnae?" She trailed off, practically feeling the greed for information in the boy's eyes. She reached for her com before drawing up the picture of their missions "package". She turned the com to face Kurt as his eyes snapped open before several different emotions ran across his face. "Hummel, meet Mission Q."
"You've got to be kidding me." His voice was small and nearly breathless. This was a bit too much for one day. Brittney and Santana he could handle. Maybe. But Chief Sue had never said anything about the full force of the Unholy Trinity. This was certainty more than he bargained for. He couldn't help the small sense of fear he felt thinking of facing all three of them again. He was practically conditioned to flinch any time he saw the three of them together.
Although Quinn had relatively mellowed out as senior year rolled around, and she hadn't ever really done anything hurtful to him directly, but the out of all three of them it had always been Quinn that really scared him. Sure Santana was the feisty one and always ready to pick a fight, but Kurt was used to that with the bullies like David and the other puck heads. Quinn on the other hand, he never could quite tell where he stood with her. She was probably the only female he knew that in his eyes, could be described as elusive. The girl's smile was disarming. Kurt was supposed to be immune to such womanly woo's, but Quinn Fabray was, well Quinn Fabray. At the very least, she unsettled him.
"My thoughts exactly." The brunette agent groaned.
"Aww come on San, It'll be just like old times!" Brittney beamed. Kurt winced at the thought. Santana wasn't exactly sure what to think.
Okay, maybe, just maybe the thought of just what her old rival/nemesis/best friend was up to these days, but that sure as hell didn't mean she wanted to see the girl every day.
Kurt and Santana expressed the same sentiment, 'that's the problem'.
Sensing the hesitance and flat out dread from her new teammates Brittney frowned. Why was it so bad having Q around again? Kurt may have his reasons, but the three of them were great together. Even if Santana didn't realize it, their lives were surely missing something these days. Brittney was sure it was either Quinn or a pet duck.
The blonde smiled at her thoughts. She was sure it would all work out. She was always right about these things after all.
While Brittney had been musing, Kurt had pulled up all the data he could find that was relevant to their latest mission.
It seemed that Quinn had graduated from Yale with a degree in English and Psychology. She currently lived alone in a small apartment in the town of New Haven. She filed as an independent for tax purposes and had no dependents. Her marital status was single. As for her form of revenue, Quinn had previously been employed at the college as a TA, but recently resigned two months ago and had no updated financial information. She hadn't even used a credit card since she'd resigned and her phone service had been discontinued as well.
Kurt had also checked social media outlets, but found no connections to Quinn Fabray through any of the usual channels. If she had an account, it was through an untraceable email like google or yahoo.
Essentially, Quinn Fabray was off the grid.
Santana whistled lowly. Never, would she have ever expected that Quinn Fabray would want to drop out of the social scene entirely. Status seriously mattered to that girl. She was practically hardwired. The girl had gone through a rebel stage in high school, but seriously, the only lasted for a week before she was back to blonde and twirling in baby doll dresses.
Interesting…what happened to you Quinn Fabray? Maybe going on a mission to find out wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Well as exhilarating as it would be for you to tag along Agent Porcelain. I think me and Brits gots this one." The alpha leader smirked before turning on her heel, the blonde agent following willingly.
The boy scoffed at his new boss as she stalked out of his office, the woman's heels clicking in the distance. When he was sure they were gone, he blew out a breath that ruffled his hair slightly and sighed softly, "Fine by me."
What happened to Quinn Fabray? How will she react to seeing her two best friends after six years? Will Santana and Brittney ever get to have sexy times in Langley? Find out next time on Your Mission, Should You Choose To Accept It: Mission Q