This is an idea I've been thinking about for a while now, and I decided to write it because I thought it was quite interesting and different from the normal Brittana fics.
So, without further ado, here's Chapter 1. I hope you guys like it! :D
Santana took a deep breath, trying to clear her head and remain focused on the task at hand. One more click and… there. The lock of the safe sprung open with a satisfying pop, and Santana smirked arrogantly.
"Okay Mr Anderson, I'm in." she whispered into her watch, which served as a communication device between her and the head of her squad, Blaine Anderson.
"Good. Now there should be three items in the safe: A bag filled with coins, a large stack of gold, and a brown paper sack. Inside the sack, you should find a large amount of small diamonds. Take nothing but the sack. Then get outta there as fast as you can."
Santana reached forward and grabbed the plain brown bag, smiling to herself as she closed the safe door and reset the code on the lock.
"Too easy."
She then stood up and turned, walking out of the high security storage room of the Central Ohio bank, shutting the door silently behind her and keeping her wits about her for any approaching security guards, her hand resting protectively over the gun attached to her belt.
She crouched as she approached the front entrance, peering out from behind the wall. She cursed silently as she noticed the arrival of a guard who had not been there when she had first entered the bank. Evidently, it seemed getting out was going to be a lot more difficult than breaking in.
She shoved the bag containing the diamonds into her large black handbag, slinging the bag over her shoulder. She then straightened up, smoothing out the creases in her professional black suit, which was fitted in a way so that it accentuated every flow and curve of her luscious body. She released her flowing, glossy hair from its tight bun and fixed a dazzling smile onto her face, sauntering over to the security guard, fluttering her long eyelashes alluringly.
"Hello there. I'm the official bank inspector of Lima, Ohio. I was just performing a routine check on your bank's security, and everything seems to be in order." she husked, drawing her lower lip into her mouth and biting it teasingly.
The security guard gawked at Santana, mouth hanging slightly open.
"Umm… Well, I, uh, I guess that's good." he grinned, eyes travelling up and down the length of Santana's body.
She bit back a groan of disgust, instead winking at the man, who was practically drooling with his tongue on the floor, before turning and walking slowly towards the doors. She shifted her bag casually on her shoulder, but she nudged it with a little too much force and it slipped down her arm, its contents spilling out onto the shiny tiled floor of the bank's reception.
She cursed again, loudly this time, as the bag of diamonds went skimming across the floor, along with her lipstick and purse. A few of the small shiny rocks skittered out of the bag, in which a small hole had formed due to its collision with the hard floor. The security guard's eyes widened, as they moved from watching the sway of Santana's hips to witnessing the explosion of her bag and seeing the diamonds which he knew did not belong to the mysterious woman in front of him.
He leapt into action, pressing the secret button, which was hidden behind a tall plant situated in the corner of the room, to alert the police. Meanwhile, Santana was scrabbling around on the floor, attempting to gather up everything she had dropped. She swore repeatedly, trying to gather the spilled diamonds while making a grab for her favourite lipstick. She glanced up, and saw the security guard racing towards her, arms outstretched as if to grab her.
"Damn!" she exclaimed.
She knew she had to get out of there, now, or spend the rest of her young adult life rotting in a prison cell, surrounded by ruthless women who liked nothing better than a hot young Latina to pick on.
So, she grabbed the diamond bag, covering the hole with her palm before shoving it back into her handbag, reluctantly leaving her lipstick and the few other items on the bank floor. She then turned on her heel, sprinting out into the street, glancing behind her to see the guard hot on her tail. She grumbled angrily to herself as she ran, enraged at the fact that this idiot made her lose her favourite lipstick, which was Cherry Crush and was absolutely delicious.
"Stupid puta. Making me lose my favourite lipstick. That was my lady-grabbin' lipstick!"
She felt fresh anger coursing through her veins, and turned suddenly, causing the guard to skid to a halt a few metres away. He raised his eyebrows cautiously, unsure of what she was going to do. The sound of sirens then began to wail, closer and closer, and the guard smirked victoriously, as if he had won already.
Santana narrowed her eyes dangerously, tensing her muscles and muttering eight simple but deadly words.
"You have no idea who you're messing with."
She then lunged at the man, who elicited a grunt of surprise as her fist connected with his jaw. A loud crack filled the air, breaking the silence of the middle-class neighbourhood they had entered. He staggered back, gasping and nursing his jaw, which he was sure was now broken. Santana chuckled darkly, then took off once again, sprinting until he was out of sight. However, the sirens continued to approach, so she kept running, her breathing deep and even. She was so focused on getting away, she failed to notice the presence of another person, jogging towards her from the opposite direction.
They collided with a loud smack, Santana letting out an emphatic "Oomph!" while the other person stumbled, using a nearby lamppost to stop themselves from falling.
"Oh gosh, wow, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" exclaimed the stranger, who Santana now knew was a woman from her soft, gentle voice.
"Uh yeah, yeah I'm fine." Santana mumbled, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.
But then she looked up, getting a proper look at the woman in front of her.
She was dazzling. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, giving her an almost angelic glow. She had the most breath-taking smile, her teeth perfectly straight and as white as snow. Her skin was as smooth and as creamy as porcelain china. And those eyes. They were the most spectacular shade of crystal blue Santana had ever seen.
"Hey. I'm Brittany. Brittany Pierce." she said brightly.
While Santana muttered back an astounded "Hi" and introduced herself simply as "Santana", Brittany was surveying this new woman, who had literally crashed into her life, with more than a little interest.
She had long, flowing dark hair, which was tousled in the most adorable way from their collision. Her eyes were a deep, enthralling shade of chocolate brown, and they had a glint in them that Brittany found herself drawn to. Her skin was a mouth-watering tan colour; it reminded Brittany of caramel and coffee and the sweetest maple syrup. And her lips. She had the plumpest, juiciest, most tempting lips Brittany had ever seen. She wanted to do nothing but kiss them all day, which she thought was odd and a tad creepy since she had only just met the girl.
Santana noticed Brittany staring at her, and had to work hard to fight the blush that was threatening to creep its way up her tan cheeks.
"Ahem. Well, it was nice to meet you, Brittany", Santana rolled the word around on her tongue, liking the way it sounded coming out of her mouth, "But I really have to go."
Brittany looked a little disappointed, but nodded, smiling slightly while holding Santana's intense gaze.
"Okay. It was nice to meet you too. I'll see you around, hopefully?"
Santana nodded, although a small voice in the back of her mind told her that she knew she wouldn't be seeing Brittany again. Her plan was simple; get the diamonds back to Blaine at Headquarters, then head to Mexico, where her next mission was set.
The Latina then walked forward, passing Brittany and accidentally catching a whiff of something delicious. She breathed in deeper, and realised that it was Brittany. But this wasn't a smell a perfume could produce; this smell was Brittany's natural scent, and it was like strawberries and vanilla and many wonderful things.
Santana caught herself inhaling deeply, and shook her head slightly.
"Stop it."
She then walked away, facing forward, not looking back. She turned the corner and stopped, using a large bush as a cover. She opened her bag, planning on checking that none of the diamonds had spilled out during her impact with Brittany. But, instead of finding a slightly crumpled paper bag filled with diamonds, she was met with a large empty space and a few nondescript items littering the bottom of the bag. Her heart began to race as she rooted around inside the bag, hoping that the diamonds had just been shoved into one of the dark corners during the scuffle. But it was clear.
The diamonds were gone.
She thought back to the previous events of the last few minutes, trying to determine where they could have gone. And then it hit her.
Brittany. She too had been holding a bag, and Santana remembered it being open because she had glimpsed a hard backed copy of Peter Pan poking out of the top.
"The diamonds must have fallen into Brittany's bag when we smashed into each other."
Her eyes widened with panic, this newest realisation causing her to breathing to speed up erratically. She fumbled with her watch, entering the combination which would alert her to Blaine. His authoritative voice rang through the device a few seconds later.
"Santana. Has the mission been completed?"
"Umm. Honestly sir, there's been a slight… complication."
Santana heard Blaine inhale sharply, and she gulped nervously.
"What complication?" he murmured ominously.
"It seems… well, you see, the diamonds… I was running from the obnoxious security guard and I collided with a woman, her bag was open, and I think… the diamonds ended up in her bag."
"What?"
Santana cringed at the harsh tone in Blaine's voice, but attempted to remain composed.
"But sir, it's okay, I'll follow her, I'll get the diamonds back!"
"Damn right, you'll get the diamonds back! I want you to find out where she lives, and do whatever you have to do to get them. But Santana, whatever you do, DO NOT get caught. This means, no breaking in. You have to find a way to get them back in which you cannot get into trouble or arrested."
"But sir! How the hell am I supposed to get the diamonds back without breaking into her house?" Santana objected.
"I DON'T CARE! Do whatever you need to, become her friend, pretend you're a newcomer to the neighbourhood and you want to get to know your neighbours, anything! JUST GET ME THOSE DIAMONDS. We clear, Lopez?"
"Yes sir." Santana growled.
"Good. And Santana? If you screw up one more time, you will be relegated back down to second in command with Artie and Rachel. And if you fail to successfully complete this mission with ALL of the diamonds in your possession, without being caught, then you'll be working as the company cleaner with Finn for the next year. That's a promise."
The call ended with a loud click, and Santana let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding, her mind racing desperately, trying to figure out a plan for what she was going to do next. She realised she had no choice but to do what Blaine had said; make friends with Brittany, get into her house legally, then get the diamonds back as quickly as possible. So she headed across town, hailing a cab, directing it towards her home in Lima Heights Adjacent, the rougher part of Lima.
She reached her apartment, which was a small building situated above a taco restaurant, and made her way up the stairs, rushing to shove her key into the lock. She flung open her door and raced over to the phonebook that she kept on her desk. Her eyes sought out the number for the Information Desk in the Community Hall, and she smiled triumphantly as she found it and dialled it into her phone.
"Hello, Lima Community Hall?"
"Hi there." Santana said sweetly. "My name is Karen Pierce, I'm looking for the address of my daughter, she recently moved house and I seem to have misplaced the name of the street."
"Okay ma'am, and what is your daughter's name?"
"Brittany Pierce." Santana said confidently.
Santana heard the unmistakable sound of tapping on computer keys, and then the receptionists' voice spoke into her ear once again.
"Ah yes, here she is. Her address is 14 Grove Street, Upper Ohio, OH6 DH7."
"Thank you."
Santana hung up with a concluding click, smiling to herself triumphantly.
Tomorrow, she would find Brittany Pierce.
And she would have the diamonds back in no time.
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