Rachel Berry looked over at her partner and made a face as she took a large bite of the sugary snack. "I know you don't like talking about it, but have you ever you know—thought about how much sugar and preservatives are in that donut? Let alone the calorie count? You're going to give yourself diabetes or have some sort of cardiovascular accident."
"No, I don't think about it, because I simply don't give a shit. As far as I'm concerned this is part of a nutritional breakfast, lunch and dinner. Plus, it makes great stake-out food." Charlie Fabray responds. She took another bite of the almond bear claw, not caring that she was getting powdered sugar all over her fingers and her face.
Rachel sighed, she really needed to stop wasting her breath about Charlie's health. "Well, I suppose that's the reason for the love-handles then."
"I don't have—" Charlie turns to her angrily.
"You do, and fine if you don't want to think about your health and die at the young age of 45, that's completely up to you. It is after all your life; however, I would ask that you stop eating those in public. You're a walking stereotype, and that reflects poorly on the entire division. At the very least could you be a bit more original?" Rachel asks pulling out a packet of wet wipes and handing them over to Charlie. "Here, you've got something on your face."
Charlie scowls but takes the wet wipe and immediately wipes off her face and hands. "I don't have love handles," she bitches before picking up a pair of binoculars to scan the museum, that they were parked in front of. She made a few mental notes of the people who were coming and going. All this in preparation for the legendary thief Snixx to make her move. There had been chatter from her CI's that she was going to strike this while the Mary Grigg's Burke Collection of Japanese art was getting ready to go back to the owner.
Even with the complete list of items that the curator had given her, she had no idea what Snixx was going to steal, but she'd spent many nights simply staking out the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She personally had no idea why she had decided to drag Rachel along today, especially with all her rude comments about love handles. She was a healthy weight, so maybe she wasn't as toned as Quinn but she still looked good.
Rachel rolled her eyes and gently pinches Charlie's side jiggling the excess weight, "These are love handles."
Charlie immediately swats Rachel's hands away, her cheeks turning a rosy color as she flushed in embarrassment. "Look Rachel, I know you're married to my sister, and I know we're identical, but I'm not your mate. So, if you want Quinn to cut down on her bacon intake, just buy the fake stuff and make her eat it."
"I still have no idea what is with your family and bacon, it's disgusting. Not to mention Quinn's cholesterol is through the roof and I know she doesn't eat as much junk food as you do. Still I'm worried that she's going to die of a heart attack or worse!" Rachel griped crossing her legs and huffing in an irritated fashion. Though at least Quinn wasn't prone to obsessions like Charlie was. She couldn't really blame her partner; Charlie had gotten close a few times to catching Snixx only to have her slip away. "You do realize that you're not getting paid overtime for this right? Not with all the budget cuts that the mayor just approved. Maybe your CI was wrong."
Charlie scoffed at the idea, "No. My CI is never wrong Rachel," Charlie responds indignantly. She ignores the fact that Rachel rolls her eyes. "Every single time that we've gotten close to catching her, he's given me good information. Honestly, I think he wants the reward." She admits and shakes her head. "Look, once I catch her Rachel, I'm headed down to Major Crimes, catching Snixx will be my crowning achievement."
"We'll be headed down to Major Crimes," Rachel corrects. Like hell she was going to be stuck in the Robbery-Homicide division for the rest of her career. Especially not when she and Charlie had the highest closing rate in the city, with the most convictions as well. They were rising stars as far as she was concerned and they would both get out of Robbery-Homicide together.
"Uh-huh, whatever you say—shit I think she's finally here!" There's excitement in Charlie's tone as she tosses the binoculars down onto the ground and immediately tries to get herself out of the car.
"Charlie, department procedure says that we should call for backup, so they can have this place surrounded. That way she won't get away, not this time."
Charlie hesitated, "By the time that they get this place surround she'll have been in and out and off with whatever piece she's stolen. If you want to stay and call for backup you can. I'm going in." Charlie said as she opened the car door and moved letting the crumbs and the sugar hit the ground. She quickly did a spot check to make sure that she had her gun and her badge. It didn't matter if Snixx didn't carry, and her life wasn't in any real danger, it was good to have just in case.
"It's protocol which generally means it's not up for debate—" Rachel groaned when Charlie took off towards the Metropolitan ignoring her. She immediately follows after her, if Charlie got killed she was certain that it would upset Quinn. "If you get me bounced back to the streets, I swear I will never forgive you."
Charlie flashed Rachel a huge grin, "You're not going to regret this Rachel, I can feel it in my gut that today is it. We're finally going to arrest her."
Rachel winced at the horn that sounded as Charlie ran past the moving car that stopped and mouthed an apology as she chased after her partner. She already regretted the decision. "You said that last time, and I spent two months riding my desk because of your rash decision making. Not to mention the time before that where we nearly got ourselves killed." Rachel bitched at Charlie, she was already having flashbacks. They were going to get demoted back down to beat cops, she just knew they were.
"You like doing paperwork Rachel, so stop complaining. Also, I can't tell the future, how was I supposed to know that the deal would end up in a shootout," Charlie sniffed indignantly. For some reason, Rachel always blamed her for the mishaps that generally happened to them. She was sure that there was plenty she could blame on Rachel if she thought hard enough about it. Charlie tested the front doors and frowned, when the door opened. The electronic locks had been disabled. She hadn't seen anyone enter the building and she'd been watching it like a hawk. So, either, she had found another way in or this was her exit. She'd have to think about it later. "We need to move now Rachel."
"If you get me killed, Quinn will murder you, and if she doesn't I swear I will haunt you for the rest of your life. We don't even have our vests on!"
"For the last time, Rachel, everything I've read and studied about Snixx has informed me that she doesn't carry a weapon. In all those heists around the world, no one has died, no one has even known she was there until the next morning. The most dangerous thing about her is her tech, that lock was hacked or something. Maybe some sort of device—like in James Bond or something." Charlie reminds Rachel. "It's like you don't even read my reports."
"I can't read them, your handwriting is worse than Puck's sometimes," Rachel snaps back. "We should have called for backup."
"It's too late for that now Rachel. The Japanese art exhibit is on the second floor, you take the east wing and I'll take the west," Charlie murmured placing a finger on her lips to quiet Rachel down.
"This would have been easier with backup," Rachel hissed at her. The Metropolitan Museum was massive, there was a good chance that they would have missed Snixx and she could escape anyway.
Charlie promptly ignored Rachel's words and veered left, placing her hand on her gun, ready to draw and fire if it came to that. She really hoped it didn't come to that, not that she was against shooting Snixx, but because if she accidentally damaged the artwork it would be a nightmare. The paperwork she'd have to fill out not to mention the ass reaming that she'd receive from her captain.
She turns the corner only to stop when something in her peripheral vision shifts catching her attention, she whips around and comes face to face with a person dressed in all black. Snixx. It was Snixx, attempting to sneak out. It takes her a moment before her mental faculties kick right back into place. "Freeze!" Charlie shouted and watched as the masked figure tilted her head at her. She couldn't see the smirk but she knew that Snixx was smirking at her. "Don't do it—"
Snixx took off in the opposite direction.
"For fucks sake! Why can't criminals just do as their fucking told! I'm adding resisting arrest to your list of fucking charges!" Charlie yelled as she began to run after Snixx. She had definitely eaten one to many donuts at the protest her body did at the sudden sharp movement. "Rachel! Call for backup! Now!" Charlie yelled as she nearly tripped down the steps that Snixx had nimbly gone down. She was at least four steps ahead of her and gaining more ground. She definitely needed to lay off the damn donuts.
She grunted as she forced her body to speed up, feeling her heart pounding in her chest she gained enough ground to reach out and place a hand on Snixx's shoulder. She was about to use that movement to drag Snixx to the ground when her prey stopped suddenly. Charlie winced and tried to stop her momentum as she was about to crash into Snixx when suddenly she found hands on her arm and she was suddenly flying through the air.
The air rushes out of her lungs as she hits the ground hard and she stares up at the ceiling of the Metropolitan Museum, dazed. Snixx suddenly enters her field of vision and waves at her before making her way towards her escape route. She definitely should have locked it or something. She groans and immediately pushes herself to her feet, if she started to move now she could still make that arrest. Almost immediately a sharp pain causes her to double over and wince in pain. Had she been stabbed? It felt like she had been stabbed along her hip. Immediately she pulls her shirt up expecting to see a mess of blood, but instead black lettering slowly appeared on her waist.
Charlie stared at the name on her hip. A mate bond? Now? She tries to ignore it and get up but the area is still tender and she flinches. Looking up she sees Snixx staring at her for a moment before waving at her from the door which she closes. "Fuck!" Charlie curses loudly, and scrambles to her feet ignoring the mark for now. She needed to focus on capturing Snixx then she could focus on the stupid mark on her hip. She runs towards the door noting the push sign and holds her hand out only to slam against the glass window and bounce back and land on the floor. The doors were locked again. "God fucking damnit!" Charlie screamed in frustration, watching as Snixx hopped into a dark van, which didn't seem to have plates. She had just gotten her ass handed to her yet again by Snixx. The universe fucking hated her.
"Charlie?" Rachel called out from where she was standing at the top of the staircase. "She got away, again didn't she?" She already knew the answer to that judging from Charlie's expression and the yelling.
"I had her. I fucking had her, and then this stupid bond has to just decide to fucking show up and it distracted me." Charlie hissed as she pulled up her shirt and pulled down her pants a bit.
Rachel smiled brightly despite the fact that Charlie shot her a dark look daring her to say it. "That's excellent news Charlie! Not that you didn't catch Snixx again, I'm sure the rest of the precinct will mock you mercilessly for that. But you got your mate bond! Do you think the Captain will allow us to use police resources to find this—" Rachel squinted at Charlie's hip and moved closer pulling down on Charlie's pants so she can get a better look. "Santana Lopez."
Almost immediately Charlie smacks Rachel's hand away and pulls her pants back up. "No. I don't want a soulmate Rachel. I want to catch Snixx! This whole thing was about Snixx!" She wanted to whine and throw a tantrum. She didn't even know who this Santana Lopez was and she was ruining her life. She tries the doors again but they're still locked. "God dammit! Call it in Rachel and get me out of here! I need a fucking donut, and I'll be fucking pissed if the closest place is fucking Dunkin Donuts with their crappy mass produced donuts." Charlie bitched.
Rachel sighed and reached for her phone, she pauses for a second and studies Charlie. "Should you be comfort eating? You have a soulmate, your sister and I were getting worried that it would never happen. I mean you want her to think that you're hot, don't you?"
"Siri—nearest donut shop?"
'The closest one I found is Dunkin Donuts.'
Charlie resisted the urge to throw her new phone into the trash. Useless. Today was just not her day.
~ O ~
Santana Lopez pulled her mass off and leaned back in her chair. Amusement danced on her features as she opened her bag and looked at what she had stolen. She always did like fucking with New York's finest, they really weren't that great. "I totally should have left a box of donuts on their car," she laughs mostly to herself. She had seen them staking out the building, they'd been there all week. They were very conspicuous, and they hadn't even bothered to change cars. "Idiots."
Rubbing her side absentmindedly, she thought back to the excellent throw. The Judo lessons she had taken up had been well worth the price she had paid for them. She hissed when she felt a burning sensation on her rib cage, where her fingers had accidentally brushed. There was heat emanating from the area and she wondered if she had tweaked something in the throw. She immediately pulls her shirt up to take a closer look.
The amusement that she had felt suddenly dissipates, quickly replaced by horror and indignation. "The fuck is her name doing on my body?" Santana rubbed at the name, ignoring the burning sensation. It had to be some sick messed up cosmic joke. She couldn't have the name 'Charlotte Fabray' tattooed on her body. The rubbing doesn't work and she knew it wasn't dirt or Sharpie that could be easily washed away. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Santana chanted slamming her hand against the seat in front of her.
Brittany had warned her that stealing would lead to some bad karma, but she had ignored her friend. She hadn't believed that Karma existed—until now. What the fuck was she going to do?