Title: Salt
Author:
girlnamedclark

Genre: Crime/Mystery; fluff for Rachel/Quinn's interactions ;)

Characters: I'm pretty sure I used every single one of the original gleeks in this fic. They all have different identities – some work for the club, two of them are the investigators, one is an entrepreneur…
Rating:
Length:
Spoilers:
completely AU, so none
Summary:
Rachel and Quinn own a night club - Salt; a dead body is found on its washroom. Basically it's set during the investigation of the murder.

A/N: The story line was based on an AU episode of Bones. It isn't necessarily the same story-line and/or the same murderer.

Okay, so things you should know before you read this:

Rachel and Quinn have been together for 4 years ;)

Quinn is a model

Finn is Quinn's brother (step-brother) – I know it's weird, but just go with it

Enjoy ;)

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An insistent knock at the door.

Rachel opens her heavy lids thinking – even though fuzzily – that that's the worst possible way to wake up. She closes her eyes again and her irrational mind starts travelling through all the different – but still unpleasant – ways she would prefer being woken up than with someone knocking on the door of her Los Angeles apartment, at 5 am. Cold water poured over her, a screaming soldier, a loud honk; they all come to mind and they all seem fairly attractive compared to the idea of lifting herself off bed at that moment.

She sighs, but then remembers she's not alone. She quietly deposits her faith in the eventuality that the person laying next to her will stand up and get the door.

But the woman – a beautiful, toned body, blond hair and hazel eyes woman – doesn't seem up to do so, as she presses her face harder into the pillow, letting out an annoyed noise.

And Rachel knows that – if she wants the inconvenient knock to stop – she has to get up and make it stop. After all, it's her apartment and she vaguely remembers the last time someone woken her up this early it was her downstairs neighbour to warn her that her car was going to be towed off. That time it paid off getting her ass out of bed.

Rachel is down to her underwear and she quickly scans the room for the closest and quickest piece of clothing. She finds one of her rugby large shirts she uses to sleep, in the floor.

Rachel finds her way to the living room and to the front door, without bothering to open the lights.

Unwisely – and later she will think about it and condemn it (what was she thinking?, it could have been a psycho-killer at that time in the morning) she opens the door without looking through the door-hole.

The light from the hall blinds her and she has to squint. There are two people standing at her front door. One man and a woman; both dressed with suits – which seems oddly corky to Rachel being 5am and being on her pyjamas – just standing there, the man with his arms on his waist, bellow his suit jacket.

"Rachel Berry?" the man asks. Rachel suddenly realizes that they look like cops.

"Yes?" she answers, carefully, looking at them from head to feet.

"I'm agent Abrams" the man introduces himself, showing his badge. Not knowing anything about the subject, Rachel was sure that he could have been showing her a toy badge and she still wouldn't catch on his bluff "and this is my partner, agent Cohen-Chang" the woman standing by his side flashes her badge too "we are from FBI. We would like to talk to you. And, is Ms Quinn Fabray in there, as well?".

As in her cue, Rachel feels someone approaching her by behind, and Quinn stands by her side, an arched eyebrow in a slightly defiant way. She also notices that her girlfriend is wearing nothing but a pair of really shorty shorts and her bra.

Agent Arthur Abrams eyes slightly widened at seeing the so exposed woman, but – as Quinn doesn't seem even slightly bothered about it – he surely isn't going to be either. Agent Tina Cohen-Chang, though, slightly stirs, by his side.

"What's this about, agents?" Quinn asks, naturally.

"There was a body found at your club. You both will have to come with me".