The sleek black motorcycle sped through the damp, dark city streets, it's female rider's eyes sweeping from side to side like a hawk searching out it's prey. It was approaching 3am and the streets were almost empty but Santana knew that the person she was looking for would be around. He was nothing if not predictable, that was why she was looking for him.

In the months since they had arrived in Columbus they had been trying to keep a low profile, they didn't want anyone who might know them to be aware of their presence until it became absolutely necessary. Still, they heard things. Sue definitely had the knives out for Santana, Rachel to a lesser degree, but that still translated as them both being completely fucked if they were discovered.

Santana spotted a familiar sign and peeled off smoothly to the right, pulling the bike up outside the building. She swung her leg over and pulled her helmet off, shaking her long, back hair out as she stared up at the neon blue light. She could hear the bass pumping through the door so she hung the helmet on the back of the bike and headed towards the bar.

She unzipped her red leather jacket as she stepped up to the door and ran a hand through the her hair before knocking loudly. A small hatch opened in the door after a few moments and a big, bearded, sweaty guy peered out suspiciously.

"You lost?"

"God, I hope not." She smirked. "Looking to gets my lady lovin on."

Beardy looked her up and down a couple of times, tight fitting black leather pants, low cut tight black top, red leather jacket and a devilish smile. Finally he seemed satisfied and opened the door.

Santana strutted off down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to let her eyes adjust. The place was small but full to bursting, bodies gyrating up against each other from wall to wall. The music was loud, dirty, trashy. She could smell sex in the air and her skin prickled with heat immediately. Oh yeah, this was definitely the kind of place she would find him.

She shrugged off her jacket and wandered over to the bar, scanning the room as she went. She could feel eyes on her from every angle but no threat, as far as she could tell. She squeezed into a gap at the bar and signalled to the bartender.

"Bourbon. Double. Easy with the ice."

He nodded and went about pouring her drink. She turned around and leaned back against the bar, still looking out for him. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to grab her drink, tossing some money at him before turning back to the dancefloor.

"Hey," A voice purred in her ear. She turned and glanced at the blonde pressed up against her before taking a large sip of her drink and resuming her watch.

"Hey yourself."

"Wanna dance?" The blonde whispered, biting her ear gently.

"No thanks." Santana smiled back. "I'm looking for someone."

"Oh yeah?" Blondie smirked, moving in front of her and running her hands up her stomach. "She as hot as me?"

"Definitely not." She smirked. "But you know, prior commitments and all that."

The girl pouted and pressed herself up harder. "No fun. Oh well, come and find me if she doesn't turn up."

She pressed a kiss to Santana's lips and sauntered off into the crowd, definitely adding an extra sway to her perfect ass for Santana's benefit. What could she do but enjoy the view? It would be rude not to.

Suddenly the view was blocked by a pair of black slacks and an aggressively blue silk shirt. She let her eyes roam up, pausing briefly on the cocky smirk before locking on the ice cold green eyes.

"Well, isn't this a blast of putrid breath from the past." He drawled. "The fuck are you doing here, rugmunch?"

"Nice to see you too." She swallowed the rest of her bourbon and turning back to the bar. "Drink?"

He lifted an eyebrow suspiciously and slid in next to her. "Why not? Scotch. No ice." He added quickly.

Santana ordered the drinks and waited, not really knowing what to say now that she had found him. This was a delicate situation and she needed to play it just right, not easy when everything about him made her want to rip his nuts off and shove them up his ass. She handed him his drink and smiled tightly.

"So." She raised her glass. "Cheers?"

"Cheers." He smirked, raising his glass to meet hers before taking a drink. "So what are you doing here?"

"You know." She shrugged. "Just trying to hook up."

He laughed. "Bullshit."

She narrowed her eyes at him and took a drink, waiting for his justification.

"You think I didn't spot you the minute you walked in? You think I don't spot everyone who walks into my bar?" He leaned back and took a drink, looking around the place. "I haven't seen a single lesbian turn down Ella since this place opened. That's definitely not what you're here for. So what is it?"

"Jesus, you really haven't changed." She chuckled, taking a drink. "Maybe I'm picky?"

"Please." He smiled. "You're a skanky, insecure, low rent, self aggrandising thug with a huge sexual appetite and no conscience. The only reason you would turn her down is if you had...pressing matters to attend to."

Santana used every ounce of self control she had and responded by sticking her tongue firmly into her cheek and cocking her head.

"So, lesho, what are you here for? Really?"

She curled her lips into a smile and cracked her neck before answering. "I need information."

He laughed again. "Thought as much."

Santana turned away and looked across the dancefloor.

"I can't imagine how pissed you were when you found out it was me you would need to come to." He smirked, eyes boring into the side of her head. "But they all do eventually."

Santana locked her eyes onto his. "So what's it going to cost me?"

"Well," he laughed. "That's the kicker, isn't it? What is it that you want?"

She paused and took a drink, eyes discreetly flicking about the room. "Something I don't want to talk about here."

He narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the bar. Santana waited out his response, knowing that there was no other way to play this, knowing that he knew what she meant, hating that everything hung on him. God, why did it have to be him?

"Alright." He said finally, taking out some paper and writing on it. "Let's meet tomorrow. I'll be honest, back in the day I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, but now…" He shrugged and handed her the paper. "Times have changed, I guess. I find myself intrigued." He leaned in closer. "I know all about what happened in Lima. Six years ago I would have happily have sold you to the first person who asked, but now…"

Santana turned away, pocketing the paper and downing her drink. "Now?"

He downed his drink and clapped her back. "Times have changed." He repeated, placing his empty glass on the bar and standing in front of her. "See you tomorrow. Midnight. Feel free to bring your backup crew."

Santana watched him slink his way through the crowd and felt her heart tighten. This was the moment. Fight or flight. Leave or leap. Go big or...just go. Meeting him could be suicide, but it was the only play she had at the moment. Either way, the game was afoot.

She ordered a shot of tequila and downed it, snaking her way through the mass of bodies and up the stairs. She nodded at beardy on the way out and grabbed her helmet off the back of her bike. As she settled in the seat and zipped up her jacket she allowed herself to think about the past. Two minutes to remember all that she had done to get here.

Then she pulled the helmet over her head, started the engine and accelerated down the street.