A/N: Hi guys! Well, here's my next story, it's completely AU, like completely. Hope you guys like it! The title comes from the song 'Falling For You', by Colbie Caillat.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mistakes.
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She doesn't know how she's found herself in this situation. She seriously can't be in this situation. And not because of her morals, or whatever. Her job rules don't allow her to be here, like this, with him. But as he keeps pressing his mouth against her she's finding it even more difficult to think.
"Finn," she sighs, putting her hands on his chest, pushing him away. He just grips her waist tighter, and presses his mouth against hers harder. She keeps kissing him, and god she wants him so badly, but there's that voice in the back of her mind telling her that this is wrong, so wrong. But then his lips are on her neck, sucking at her pulse point, and she threads her fingers through his hair and bucks her hips against his. He groans, while his hands creep up under her blouse and his lips move further down, and she just, she tugs at his shirt, kisses him hard on his mouth and stops thinking altogether.
Later, when they're a messed tangle of limbs and sheets, she sighs against his chest. "We really shouldn't be doing this", she says.
"Says who?", he asks, gazing at her.
"Well, the FBI rules basically", she scoffs.
"Well, the FBI rules don't need to know then", he says, smiling at her, and god, she really wants to say no, but she just can't resist him. "I know we said last time was a drunken mistake and we would never repeat it, but Rach, I really want this okay?"
She looks at him and nods. "Okay", she says. "But no one can know Finn, no one"
"Deal", he breathes into her mouth as he kisses her again, making an even larger mess of the sheets.
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Sneaking around at work is totally hard, but it's even harder when after work they all decide to go out to drinks at the bar from across the street and like, she wants to lean into him, and put her hand on his thigh and stuff, but she can't. She knows this thing they have between them is not dating per se, it had just started as simply fucking around, but she can't help but like him. He's super sweet and so hot when he does his work.
She's always thought it would make their work more difficult, this whole… thing… but somehow it doesn't. Maybe because when she's out there, on the field, she completely forgets about everything else, she just thinks of what's at stake, not for her, or even Finn, but for the poor person who's being held against their will, and all she wants to do is help them. And she knows Finn feels the exact same way, and that's why they still work so well together.
They're at her apartment one night, after another successful day at work, and after the drinks at the bar with everyone, and after all the sex, they're snuggled up together in her bed.
"I'm glad you agreed to this", he says.
She laughs. "Why? Cause you can get laid way more easy and often?"
He laughs. "No. Is that what this is for you?", he says. She doesn't know when the conversation got serious but suddenly he's looking at her with earnest eyes.
She places her hand on his cheek, caressing him. "No, it's not", she says, cause it's true. It's stopped being just sex a while ago actually. "And for you?", she asks, shyly.
"It's never been about that", he says cupping her cheek and kissing her tenderly. She smiles against his lips and straddles his hips. He laughs. "Someone isn't tired today", he says as he bucks his hips against hers suggestively.
She just laughs and kisses him again.
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It's Monday morning, about two months after that night at her apartment, and they're in the middle of work when everyone finds out about them, and not work, like the middle of the office work, but the middle of the field. Seriously. They're in the middle of a hostage situation and he just says it.
Okay, he doesn't just say it, but he kind of does.
They've been with this guy for over three hours. The guy's been locked up in his van, in the middle of an intersection, with a gun and his two kids because he's losing custody (shocking), and she knows Finn's super tired and he's losing his patience, but he's a trooper. He stays on the phone talking to him, trying to save those kids' lives. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Sam and Mike moving, and Santana talking to Puck, she turns the radio so she can hear what's going on with her team outside of this car Finn and her are stuck in. She sees they're moving in so she gets out of the car and runs over to where Puck is giving his team instructions.
"So that's it, huh Puck?", she says.
"Well, your all talk and no action is getting kind of boring Berry", he says smirking.
"And this is Santana's call?", she asks knowingly.
He just stares at her and tells his team to go to their positions. She huffs and leaves to talk to Santana, Puck behind her.
"What the hell are you doing here Berry?", Santana says upon seeing her.
Puck starts to say they're ready to move but she cuts him off. "I'm begging you to hold off on tactic. Finn's almost there, okay?"
Santana stares at her. "Really?", she asks turning another radio on when she can hear the guy in the car yelling at Finn, freaking out because he saw the tactical team moving in.
Finn's trying to get the guy to listen to him, and she can hear the youngest kid over the radio begging for his dad, until the guy yells at him to shut up.
"No, Rick, you shut up!", she hears Finn shout. She can see he got out of the car and is starting to walk over to the van. He starts telling him he's not the only one who's ever screwed up in his life and his job and she can just see it coming.
"You know nothing about my life!", Rick yells.
"The hell I don't! I'm a person, I have problems, I have secrets that could hurt me!", Finn says. She hears Mike over radio that Finn is in the line of fire and she turns around and starts to walk away. "I'm sleeping with my partner for one! Yeah, we even had sex in the office last week." Finn says over the radio, and she stops walking. She can feel Santana's and Puck's eyes on her back. He keeps talking to Rick, stating all of the problems they're in now, and he might be doing one hell of a job at negotiating this ransom, but hell, she can't think about it. They're in big trouble. Huge trouble.
But then something he says strikes a chord. "Now everything's gonna change. And I hate change. I avoid change like the plague, yeah? Not like my life is great, but I don't need it to get any worse"
Well, that hurt.
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She tries to dress nicer the next day. If she's going to get killed by her boss she might need to make a good impression and clothes is the best way to make good impression, right?
When she walks into the building she sees him and turns around to avoid him but decides against it.
"Hey", she says. "Where were you last night?", she asks.
"Hey, nice suit", he says looking at her outfit.
"Is something wrong with your phone?", she asks.
"Hey Finn, Rachel. I have that report you asked me for last week", Quinn says, as she appears out of nowhere. "And may I say, great job yesterday", she adds smirking.
Rachel just stares at her. "Thanks Quinn, I'll read it upstairs"
Quinn blinks. "Oh, okay. See you up there", and she leaves still smirking.
Finn is smirking as well and Rachel just stares at him, with fire in her eyes.
"What? Okay, I'm sorry, I was just really tired, had some beer and decided to crash. Otherwise you know I would've called", he says smiling. She just scoffs and walks away to the elevator.
He walks in behind her. "Look I'm sorry I didn't call."
But he's still smiling. "Are you smiling? Are you kidding me? We are about to get our asses kicked by Santana in five minutes!", she hisses.
"So, you're upset about work?"
"You know, never mind. I don't think we should be seen walking in together. I'll take the stairs", she says pressing the button so the doors will open and walks out of the elevator.
"Rach! Wait! Oh come on Rach, you know Santana doesn't give a crap about this as long as we keep doing the job right, and we have been so far. Nothing's gonna change"
"Oh, cause you hate change right?", she says staring at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Your words, you tell me."
"No, with the tone. What's the tone supposed to mean?", he insists.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later"
"Well, what did you expect me to do Rachel? I was losing the guy and tactical was moving in!", he yells.
She turns around. "Wow, you really don't get it do you?"
"Yeah, I get it. You're upset because you feel like I've betrayed your trust and put your job on the line", he says.
"No Finn, it's not about the job." He still looks at her completely lost. "Change scares the hell out of you? You don't need your life to get any worse? How'd you think that made me feel?", she asks, hurt evident in her voice.
He stays quiet for a moment. "I think you're right, I think we should talk about it later", he says, leaving the stairs and getting into the elevator, her right behind him.
"No, you don't get to walk away. See this is your problem, you can talk about anything when you're on the field with everyone but get you alone and you keep quiet."
"Don't analyse me!"
"I'm not analyzing you Finn! I just wanna know how you feel!"
He stays silent. "No, you don't"
"Yeah I do", she whispers.
"I'm wondering if the last time we had sex was the last time we had sex"
She stares at him dumbfounded as the elevator doors open. She walks out and right into Santana's office, sitting on one of the chairs as Finn sits on the other one.
"We have a problem", Santana says. "Out of all the negotiators in the FBI, you two rank in the top five. You can see why I would hate to break up this team. Sex in the office?", she asks staring at both of them.
"Look, Santana, I felt like I was losing the guy I needed to say something"
"How long were we partners Finn?", Santana says, cutting him off. "I've heard all of your lines", she says. Then pauses looking at Rachel. "Well, maybe not all of them", and Rachel blushes. "And frankly Rachel, I'm shocked about this from you" she says, getting a huge book out of the drawer. "Do you remember what you wrote in your Crisis Negotiation Manual?"
"Yes. Both negotiators need to keep a clear sense of judgement at all times no matter how the situation is evolving", she recites, sighing
"A clear sense of judgement." Santana says. "How does that work when you're sleeping together?!"
"I think you made your point perfectly clear" she says. "Hudson and I have talked about it and we've decided to terminate all personal relationship outside of the work environment"
She can feel Finn's eyes piercing her.
"Well, you know I encourage you to do this, but you can still socialize-", Santana starts to talk but Finn cuts her off.
"No, I think that what Berry is trying to say is that there was no relationship, it was just sex"
She's hurt, but Santana is smiling. "I'm glad we're all on the same page then"
She nods, gets up and leaves.
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She's in the middle of giving a class when he comes and interrupts her.
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
She nods and follows him outside the class, but he doesn't stop. He keeps walking until they're in the building from across the street.
"Finn, I was in the middle of a class", she says.
"You wanna know how I feel? Okay. I think Santana is right. I don't think we should be working together anymore. I think it's safe to say there are conflicted priorities and threats to undermine the objectivity when working, you know? There are just too many things at stake here."
He keeps rambling and she just thinks it's adorable so she steps closer and kisses him. And when she pulls away he goes back in, attaching his lips to hers making her hands fly to his neck, and his tongue in her mouth. God, she thinks she might love him. But of course their phones go off and they need to go to work.
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So basically the case is complicated. The congressman's twenty year old son, Dave, just decided to dress as an Israeli, wear a bomb vest and walk into a small coffee shop three blocks away from the FBI building. It's hard. It doesn't really look like a terrorist attack, it's not right. And suddenly she gets it. This isn't terrorism. This is a family problem. So they call his parents and they find a page filled with pictures of both Dave and his mother.
Still, she can't get him to talk to her in order to solve this, and tactic has decided to move in. Finn says it's over but she refuses to let that happen.
"Dave, listen to me here. I have a plan. You don't need all those hostages. You only need one. Let me come to you, unarmed and let the others go"
Dave stays quiet and Finn is gaping at her.
"Okay", Dave says.
She hangs up the phone. "No, Rachel. No way!" Finn says.
"You told me I needed to go with my gut", she says as she starts to walk away.
"This is not going with your gut, this is putting yourself in danger for no reason!", Finn yells, grabbing her arm.
She looks at him. "Is this about the job, or about us?"
"You walk in there and there's no us"
She stares at him.
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The minute she walks into the coffee shop she sees at least fourteen hostages, everyone laid on the floor, completely terrified. Dave backs her up against the counter and checks her for guns. After he makes sure she's clear she lets everyone go so it's just the two of them in there.
She starts to make him talk, about his mother.
"I would get straight A's, got in the soccer team, but it was never enough", he said, his voice trembling.
"I saw a picture of your family for your father's campaign, you all look so happy", she says.
"No, you saw what she wanted you to see! A perfectly happy family! But it's all a lie." A few minutes go by and she's still backed up against the counter when he turns her around, the detonator between their faces. "I'm getting pretty tired of keeping these cables apart. Don't you ever just wanna let go?"
"Dave-", she starts to say.
"Dave", Finn's voice echoes from the speakers outside.
"What's that?", Dave asks, panicking.
"Dave, I'm Finn Hudson with the FBI and I have a message from your mother"
"Great. Get ready to hear some advice from the Mother of the Year", he says to her ear.
"She wrote this down and I'm reading it, quoting", Finn's voice says. "I'm sorry. I never wanted children"
Dave freezes and everything's silent. "What? Why- Why would she say that?"
"Dave," she whispers, trying to get a hold of the detonator in his hand. He's still frozen and he starts to step away from her. Dave's still looking at her. "This is your life," she says wrapping her hands around his to grab the detonator. "Don't let her take it from you"
Dave hugs her, crying, after handing the detonator to her, as she keeps whispering "It's okay, it's okay"
She walks out of the coffee shop to see Dave being escorted into a van, his hands in handcuffs on his back. Then she sees him. Finn. He's staring at her, amazed.
"What?", she asks, smiling.
He just smiles at her while reporters gather around them asking questions, but really, they never break eye contact.
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Later, after the celebratory drinks at the bar with Quinn, Puck, Sam, Mike and Santana, he offers to walk her home. She smiles at him as the make their way through the New York streets.
When they reach her building door she turns around to say goodbye. "Thanks for walking me home, Finn"
He gives her that lopsided smile of his. "Sure thing, Rach." She looks at him smiling. "You know that what I said before, back in the field about how if you went in there…" he trails off. And it's just so endearing to her that she grabs the collar of his shirt and kisses him.
He's smiling when she pulls away. "Wanna stay the night?" she asks smiling.
He just molds his lips to hers in response.
They need to figure this whole job thing out, but she thinks they're gonna be okay.
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A/N: So, yeah. That's it. For those of you who did not realize, it's based on the Matt and Emily story line in Standoff, and maybe I might write more of this, seeing as there are seventeen more episodes to write about. Anyways, I'm not really proud of it but wither way, hope you guys liked it :)
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