Here she was, a month after graduation, boarding a plane to her new life. She knew everything would change once she got on the plane, her life would be completely different. As she passed though airport security and on to her flight gate, she heard the announcer say that her flight was boarding.

She reached her seat, row 12 seat 1. Her hair glistened from the golden sun that made its way through the plane window. She opened her black bag and pulled out a book. She opened the book and began flipping to the first chapter. Before she could find the right page, a hand written note caught her attention. The note, written in eloquent cursive could only belong to one person.

She read the note, "I'll be seeing you soon."

Santana slammed the book shut and closed her eyes. 'When would this catch up to her' she thought to herself as the plane took off to her destination.

3 years later

"I'll be seeing you soon", he whispered to her as the other officers rushed her to the ambulance.

Santana woke up from her nightmare. It was dark in her apartment aside from the light from her alarm clock and the moonlight that escaped through her curtains. The rain pattered against the window. Santana shut her eyes, trying to regain her lost sleep. The noise of the rain began to relax her; she thought of home and what it would be like if she went back. As sleep began to take over, she thought of the one person that she left behind.

Santana's alarm went off at 7am. As she awoke, she sighed, disappointed that it was only Tuesday. Nonetheless, she got out of bed, threw on her suit and holster, put her hair up in her signature high ponytail, ate a few bites of bagel, and went off to work.

Her apartment wasn't far from work, she could easily walk if she wanted, but today she took the bus; at least it would give her time to think before she went in to work. She got on the number 3 bus and grabbed the available seat near the front, quickly drifting off into her thoughts. Another nightmare she thought to herself. They had been getting worse over the past few weeks, and she couldn't figure why.

The bus made it to her stop; she exited and walked slowly to her destination. As she entered the FBI Office and made her way into her office, she noticed an envelope on her desk. Just as she was getting ready to open it, another officer came in, "Detective, the chief would like to see you in his office, ASAP." Santana sighed and made her way over to his office. "Sit down, Lopez" Chief Smith said as she opened up his office door. She took a seat in front of his desk, parallel to where he was sitting. The look on his face was as it always was, slightly annoyed. She wasn't sure if he was mad or not. "Santana, as you already know, you are one of the best detectives that we have at the bureau, and we greatly appreciate all the great work you've done for us since arriving," Santana was getting a little nervous. It wasn't like him to say things like this unless somebody was getting fired. "I'm getting a little worried about you, you look a little off your game lately, is everything going okay?" Santana was utterly surprised. She took a moment to think of something, anything, to say, "Uh, yeah... Just tired is all. I've been drinking too much Starbucks and haven't had much sleep." The chief gave her what looked like a look of disbelief and continued, "Well, that's good and all but I need my agents at their best in the field. Maybe you should take a couple days off or take a vacation. You've worked every week day since you've arrived here. Think about it, will ya?" "I will sir. Am I dismissed?" Santana questioned. "Yes, you may leave. Also, you should have a couple emails that will help you on your case." And with that, Santana returned to her office.

Four Years Ago

Senior year, the year Santana wanted nothing to do with. She was ready just to move on to her life already and get out of this scumbag town.

Quinn pulled up in her Volvo at 7am to take Santana and her to school, right on time. Santana heard the car pull up in her driveway, tightened her ponytail, looked in the mirror one last time, grabbed her bag, and made her way out the door, her Cheerio skirt blowing in the wind.

"You look pretty today, excited for school?" Quinn asked. Santana was amused that she even asked that question, "Thanks, Q. With you as the other co-captain, I need to at least try to look as good as you do. But you know that this year is no different from the others, just another boring old year." Quinn pulled out of the driveway, and they made their way to school.

"Q, you left more clothes at my house again. Next time, I just might keep them. I brought them with; I will just leave them in your car." Quinn smirked, "You know I never remember them when I leave, probably because that isn't what I'm focused on when I'm at your house." Santana gave her a look. The conversation drifted off and all that could be heard was the noise of soft music.

They arrived at school at 7:15, plenty of time to drop by their lockers and socialize with friends. As the two walked in, Brittany came up to join them, "Hey" Brittany said. Her face beamed with excitement. "Hey Brittany, where have you been all summer? Did you go on vacation?" Santana inquired. "Well, people thought I went on vacation, but I was just trapped in the sewers." Quinn tried not to laugh while Santana just looked at Brittany like she had gone crazy. 'Just like Brit to say something ridiculous' Santana thought to herself "Uh, right. Well, we'd better get going to class, don't want to be late on our first day." Santana sarcastically mentioned to the other girls.

By sixth period, Santana was ready to get far, far away from school. Luckily for her, her sixth period was not only art, but another class with Quinn and Brittany. They took their seats near the back of the room, and the bell rang. The teacher began talking about the class, but Santana was in no mood to pay attention, not like anything she was saying would end up being relevant later on.

Santana looked over at Quinn who was staring intently at the teacher, focused on every word she was saying. It was kind of cute. Santana didn't notice how much time had passed, and the bell rang for everyone to go home. All of the students made their way out of the classroom, including, Santana, Brittany, and Quinn. Quinn stopped outside of the classroom to wait for the other girls. As they made their way out, Quinn asked Santana, "Hey, you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right?" Santana quickly responded, "Yeah, I just need to drop by my house to grab a few things after practice and then I'll be over. Your mom is still out of town right?" Quinn was pleased by her response, "Yeah she is, I'll see you at practice then." Just like that, Quinn turned around and made her way to practice, her ponytail bouncing with each stride.