Brittana. Cop. Crime. Thriller. Comedy. Romance. Danger. A lot of glee characters. AU. M for sMut.

This is a shorty. I needed a little break from Sirens and I wanted to write some more comedy and I had this idea in my head for a while. It's kinda like the love-child of Sirens and LT:P-EYE. The story is close to complete. And it's much bigger than I anticipated. I said one-shot, but that's a lie. I will update this one every couple of days while I work hard on finishing the next chapter for Sirens. Hope you enjoy!

Is it a Crime?

1.1 Dirty Laundry

"Ugly, this type of business."

"Ugly is right. Get a look at all the bruising and the face? Like damn. I'm not sure if he was any prettier before it got busted up."

"Have some respect, Chang."

"Lieutenant Schuester, this is one of the thugs that's been busting anyone he could all up and down High Street. This punk deserved what he got and more."

"That doesn't mean you take that tone of voice."

"Aww, shaddup, Schue. Chang's right. The little fucker deserved it. He definitely needed some dental work done before; now I'm thinking he's going to have a closed casket. One of these bastards off the street means I get a little bump in my pension."

"Yes, but we need to maintain a sort of professionalism and I don't think-"

"Jesus! Listening to you preach is the reason I stopped going to the church and started a worship service… of myself." Sylvester kicked at the body on the ground. "Bastard really got it good."

Sue's disruption of the lifeless body on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse obviously disturbed Will. The lieutenant attempted to maintain his composure even if he wanted to inform his superior that she could be ruining the scene of the crime by disrupting the body in any way before the forensics team processed everything.

"Obviously something went down here and he got the bad end of the deal. Killed execution style. Too bad it wasn't gladiator style. I would have gladly have paid to see that kind of bloodsport." Sue walked away from the body with a smirk on her face. Schue had a feeling that his superior was imagining said fight in her mind.

"Captain, the warehouse is owned by a well-known arms and drugs dealer in the neighborhood. This was probably his doing." Chang interjected.

"Great! Get the little fucker in cuffs and start the paperwork." Sue smiled.

"Ah. It will be much harder than that."

"Why? I want no excuses! I want this taken care of! Excuses are for the weak, Schue!"

"Um, captain." Mike tried to finish his sentence from before. "The warehouse is connected to the Ark."

At the mention of the Ark, Sue threw her hands up in exasperation in the air. "You got to be kidding me! Will nothing ever go right?" She took a few steps and muttered loudly. "Ever since Figgins promoted grease hair up to lieutenant, everything has gone impossibly wrong in my life. Could it be the oils in his hair are preventing the cosmos from bestowing its usual benefits upon me. If Darwin's laws are still applicable, as the fittest I should still be receiving added bonuses to my character."

"Umm…" Mike took a small step forward and instantly regretted his attempt to break his captain's monologue. "Captain?"

"What!?" Sue turned around. Her one eye was twitching. "Get wheels to do the autopsy and someone drive me back to the precinct. I want to put together a special task force. I want to get this fucker. If this happened on his turf, I want to put him away permanently. I don't care how fortified the Ark is, it's finally gonna sink."

"No gun was found at the scene of the crime, captain, but Lieutenant Schuester issued for a seven block search. He has all available units checking for where it could have been dumped. So far all reports have come back negative. The gun has been used in several crimes, the earliest dating back as far as ten years. But similar to the other cases, there is no match for the owner of the gun, but all the killings have been suspected to be related in some way to the Ark's interest and always in the Ark's turf." The young and petite forensic team leader finished her report to the ruthless captain of their precinct.

"Thank you, Cohen-Chang. Other, Chang, give me the verdict from Wheels' department."

Mike sat up and gave Tina a side-eyed look of compassion. Everyone knew Sue had an epic reputation in the city. It was well-known and advertised that Sue had the most closed cases in homicide ever. They also knew a letter of recommendation from her could get them a job in NASA's space program, Bob's Bargain Burgers, or the FBI. So they took all the good with the bad.

"Single shot to the back of the head execution style. Instantly dead. Artie couldn't find anything else, but he sent the clothing to forensics for processing."

"Figures." Sue leaned back in her chair and turned to Will. "Schue, how do you want to bring him in?"

"Puckerman?" Schue asked as a reaction to the question. He already knew that was the correct answer.

"Yes, William! The man responsible! What is your plan for bringing him in for questioning? I am sure he already has his lawyer and a rock solid alibi!"

"I-um-"

"Oh for Sue's sake!" Sue said in the same way anyone else would have cursed to god. "Please tell me you have a better plan than your last one."

The Changs snickered quietly behind Will against Sue's door. They too remembered Will's last attempt in the interrogation room. The interview tape had somehow gotten leaked to everyone in the department. His last suspect had been a former Broadway singer for Man a la Mancha and suspected of killing the director for a chance at a bigger role in the company. He had been working for the company for fifteen years and had offered so many ideas for productions, but none of his ideas had ever been used. Will thought by performing "The Impossible Dream" would inspire their suspect to sing with him and confess. Instead, Sue's department had been made the laughing joke of the city, especially when some idiot posted the video on the internet. It went viral in less than eight hours.

"Well I thought we could try and break his alibi from the inside."

"Good thought, but last time we attempted to approach the Ark, that devil of an attorney beat us to the front door with a list of grievances against our investigation and department. What was her name?"

Will shifted in his seat uncomfortably. The lawyer had taken his entire investigation and dismantled it within a few embarrassing moments. "Fabray. Quinn Fabray."

"Yes, that's her. Damn, I would want her on my squad to bust nuts and interrogate suspects. She can crack a shell harder than even the one formed by that Anderson's gel hair-do." Sue shook her head in disgust and admiration for the attorney. "And the time before that, our men were compromised by the Ark's rather…expensive and professional staff. That had been…"

"An embarrassment…" Will remembered his commander's adjectives for his other operation quite well. He muttered the words hoping that it would settle Sue down before she tore into him some more.

"I don't think I need to remind anyone how that fuck up was another one of your messes, William." Sue shook her head. "We need a better plan. One that won 't be foiled by the Ark's defenses."

"We could always try a raid." Chang suggested.

Sue barked in derision at the suggestion. "Ha! And have that Fabray lawyer come down here and tear this department apart because of a breach in protocol and dirty cop tactics? She'd chop your head off in one quick blow and I don't mean the head attached to that neck. No, this requires some finesse and above all, luck. I want to send someone in there."

"But we tried that." Tina butted in.

"No, William sent in that idiot Finn with Karofsky. They had to be the least stealthiest and diplomatic choices ever chosen in the history of espionage to infiltrate a criminal group. Like really? You might have sent in a card written in all crayon with the boxes that asked: Did you commit this crime? Yes? No? Maybe? That would have been a better tactic." Sue shook her head. "Sloppy."

"Captain, you've said a lot of things that won't work, but nothing that you want to try. Do you have a plan? Should I be making a special task force?" Will was obviously growing more impatient and annoyed by the minute.

"Chang, send in the blondes."

Mike turned and left Sue's office to retrieve the blondes. Will frowned. "They're new and very raw. They are straight from the academy and barely working traffic duty. Why do you want them?"

"They are going to be our secret weapon. They are our crayon paper of guilt. They are so obviously undercover that it will hopefully throw our crime lord off. If not, well then the worst that could happen is two dead newbies or some bad bruises. Not that high of a price to pay to slam the book of law on this little piece of shit who's been ruining my near perfect numbers for the past few years."

Again, Will didn't like Sue's arbitrary attitude at the prospect of two dead cops on her hands to shut the Ark down. But he couldn't say much. When Figgins had been promoted to the top ranking position of chief of police by the mayor, he had chosen Sue to fill his position. Will had pleaded with Figgins for anyone but Sue. His pleas had fallen on deaf ears.

A timid knock on the door broke their separate thoughts.

"Come in!" Sue yelled. Will startled.

"You called for us, captain?" A tall, young, and blonde haired man entered the office. He looked around and already felt out of place. It wasn't very often the captain took an interest in rookies. And he hadn't been around long enough to really mess up so he wasn't sure why he had been summoned. Sure, Sam Evans had already concocted a few conspiracy theories on the matter in the three minutes it had taken to walk from his desk to his boss' office. But all those theories got shot to hell when Brittany Pierce had joined him at the last second to walk in.

They knew each other from the academy and everyone called them the blondes or the twins or the blonde twins. Or anything of that nature that because they had been practically inseparable during training and everyone thought they were siblings. For a while they thought it was funny and perpetuated the lie until one very drunk off-duty night, they kissed each other at the bar with the rest of their peers.

The next day they were brought into their superiors to answer to charges of incest, lewd behavior, and inappropriate conduct. The kiss had been awkward enough since they already felt like they were brother and sister, but to have to explain over and over again that they weren't related, really killed any chance they ever had at a romantic relationship, but not their tight friendship.

"Pierce. Evans. Sit." Sue commanded and looked at Will to vacate his seat so Brittany could sit down.

"Yes, ma'am." The blondes responded.

Brittany settled into the seat next to her good friend Sam and wanted to give him a questioning look, but Sue's wrath was legendary. It was known to be career suicide to ever break eye contact with the great Sylvester. Her ire was one for legends and fairy tales.

"You two just recently graduated from the academy and came to our lovely precinct. How do you like it?"

"It's great!" Brittany blurted out, but then saw the look of surprise on Sue's face from her sudden outburst. "I mean, I enjoy the work a lot."

"Yeah, we like it a lot."

"So there's nothing you'd like to change?" Sue baited them.

"Nope!" They both said in their abnormally cheerful voices. It disgusted Sue.

"Well, blondies. There is something I would like to change and you two with your baby faces and golden hair are going to help me." Sue's eyes hooded over. Brittany gulped. She had a feeling that despite Sue's good intentions, she doubted they would be good for either Sam or herself. "You two are going to get your first big break with us. If you make this bust happen, I promise your days of placing tickets on cars will be over and you can count yourself as shoe-ins for Schue's job."

"What?" Will asked.

Sue waved off his question. "Once he retires or suffers a fatal accident or something. Can I count on you two?"

The blondes looked at each other for a second before nodding. Brittany turned back to their superior with an innocent and eager smile. This was her big chance and one shot. "You can count on us, Captain Sylvester, we won't let you down. Just tell us what you need us to do."

"I want you to take down the Ark from the inside. You're going to break his alibi by breaking the one woman he's always with. Get her and you get Noah."

"Puckerman?" Sam's overly large mouth dropped in surprise. This was huge.

Brittany nodded. "Noah Puckerman. We've got this."

The line to get into the Ark wrapped around the building and around the block. The white undercover van sat at the corner of the street on the opposite side of the Ark. Britt and Sam knew Schue, Mike, and Hudson were in the back running surveillance with a SWAT team on call not far away if anything got hairy. Britt tugged at the hem of her short and very tight fitting dress. Captain Sylvester had insisted that she chose an outfit from her college days. Brittany had warned her superior that her tastes equated to less is more or something like that.

The blue dress shimmered in the street light as she pulled her leather jacket tighter around her body. Back in college, she would have worn this dress with no jacket easily because she'd already be buzzed and the cold would just roll off her body. Of course she was on official police business therefore no pre-game and she was freezing outside the club waiting to get inside. Habit took over as she reached down and pulled the straps of her dress up with little tugs. Sam looked over at her as she did so and blushed. He had opted to wear dress slacks and a light purple dress shirt with no tie. He didn't look bad, but he kept giving his goofy grin to every person who walked past them.

"Are you sure that we shouldn't have any training before we do this?" Brittany asked. The academy never covered this.

"Sorry, Pierce, but the captain insisted that you have as little experience as possible. She thought it would help with the element of surprise. I'm sure you'll do great." Mike said through their communications.

"Stop grinning at everyone!" Britt hissed to her partner.

"What?"

"It's not cool if you look like a nice guy. They are never going to let us in."

"Pierce is right. Try and appear as nonchalant as possible." Mike's voice echoed in their ears.

Brittany readjusted the clutch the department had given her for the operation. It had some cracked leather and a few jewels that looked as if they had been put on the bag by one of the bedazzled kits. Inside the purse, they had inserted a listening device so they could hear any conversations and they gave Britt a safe word to use for immediate extraction if something would go wrong. Apparently the operation was supposed to be very low key and the possibility of extraction even lower. The captain wanted information and possible ways to observe Puckerman and his woman without the ever vigilant eye of Fabray.

"But I'm always chivlarant. That's how my momma raised me." Sam bent over to talk into the opening of Brittany's purse. The other cop pulled it back so fast the clutch whipped Sam on the nose.

"Stop talking into my purse! You're going to blow our cover." Brittany pushed him back a little and smiled to the people in front of him. They were giving the two of them strange looks. Britt quickly tried to cover his behavior. "He started drinking pretty early."

Sam shot the couple in front of them one of his goofy grins. Britt sighed. This was how she was going to die.

"Looks like it's going to be another good night." A low, seductive voice purred as it sauntered through the VIP section. She wore a tight strapless dress that hugged her thighs in a criminal fashion at the shortest length it could possibly be. The top of the dress went straight across her chest and drew any gazer's eyes to the tops of her breasts. Her caramel color skin and her dark hair fit her alluring aura.

"It's always a good night." A voice responded from the rather large and impressive couch. He stroked the top of his bald head as he peered from his vantage point over his club. The Ark had long since been his front for his more profitable businesses, but he always had a soft spot for the actual club. Besides, he loved looking at the ladies. "Come here and let me see you."

Santana Lopez stepped out of the darkness in the corner of the VIP lounge. Her sashay was practiced and a usual, but appreciated sight at the Ark. Her ass swayed in a confident manner as she gracefully stepped by the table in front of Puckerman and sat on his right side. The couch dipped with her added weight. Without hesitation, his arm wrapped around her bare shoulders and her left hand dropped casually onto his upper thigh. She smirked as she felt his body tense up next to him. Her nails dragged the material up and down without touching what her boss wanted her to desperately caress.

"You look good tonight."

"I always look good."

Puck melted into the sofa even further reveling in the feel of his favorite property's touch even if he knew it was a tease at most. "You know I hate it when you do this."

"Do what?"

"This." He placed his hand on top of hers and removed it from his pant leg. "I only want it if you're actually going to give it to me."

"Where would the fun be in that?"

"I know I'm not your type. You've made that perfectly clear." Noah stretched his right arm and rubbed at her bare shoulder again. "How was the girl I sent last night?"

"Not bad." Santana said with a smirk. "You know I like them blonde."

"That's why I sent her up."

"Noah…" The Ark had been aptly named as a nod to its owner's name, Noah. But everyone called him Puckerman. Very few had the privilege of addressing him by his first name. Santana was one of them. "I only tease you to keep up appearances. I assure you, I take no pleasure in causing you discomfort."

He rolled his eyes. Puck knew Santana loved causing him sexual frustration at every turn. It was the only thing she could control in her life. Since Puck owned everything else about her. "You're such a vixen. Just remember who you spent last night with."

"You, darling, only you." Santana said with a smirk and a wink. Her left pointer finger ran along the underside of Puck's chiseled chin. Even if she had spent last night between some beautiful blonde's legs, she knew the drill. If Noah needed an alibi, she was it.

"That's what I like to hear. What song are you singin-" Noah's voice cut off as one of his security guys came through the roping to their sofa area.

"Mr. Puckerman." The man said and stepped forward. Puck readjusted himself so he sat straight up instead of the lean he had over Santana's body. Noah gave him a curt head nod to continue speaking. "The head of security wanted me to show you some footage from outside."

"Bring it here."

The man stepped forward with a tablet in hand and pressed played. The video showed a van rolling up to the block and a young woman and man getting out. The video skipped forward to the two of them in line waiting for admittance to the Ark. The blonde haired man was bending over and apparently talking to the woman's purse before he put a hand to his ear and touched what appeared to be an ear piece. "Ms. Berry thinks they could be undercover cops, but I don't think they are. They appear harmless."

"Berry said they were cops?"

"Well yeah, but that doesn't mean-"

Puckerman cut off the man's blathering. "That's why she gets paid the big money and you get to carry around video footage. If Berry says they're cops, then they're cops."

He pressed play on the footage again. "Don't let the guy in, but let the woman in. If she's a cop, she won't last long without her backup. They'll probably pull her out right away. Don't make too big a scene. I don't want to give Fabray another reason to yell at me." Puckerman paused on a close-up of the woman. "She's definitely too hot to be a cop. And she's blonde. Wanna take a crack at her?"

Santana leaned over to get a closer view and feigned disinterest. It was hard to keep the excitement from her voice. The woman was gorgeous. It would be a pity if she was a cop. Santana shrugged. "She's alright."

"Alright? I'll never understand you." Puck shook his head again. Women were easy enough to understand, but Santana had always been difficult to read. "So does that mean you'll take care of her? If she's with the cops, I can't have the boys roughing her up in the back. You know?"

"She's much too pretty to be touched by any of their hands. I'll take care of her and find out if she's a cop or just being used as a prop." Santana said, but her eyes lingered on the paused image of the blonde.

"Good. Now come here and show me some appreciation." Puck passed the pad back to his lackey and pulled Santana into his lap. Despite knowing that she didn't swing that way, Puckerman enjoyed a show of power and the feel of her settled on him. Her lips grazed against his sensually even if Puck could see it in her eyes – Santana's heart wasn't in it.

Appearances had to be kept. At least he knew she wasn't sleeping with another man.

"Stop fidgeting. You're going to blow this for us." Brittany yanked at Sam's arm and tried to pull him into her body. If she could steady him, maybe they could still get in without a fuss or rousing suspicions.

"I'm trying, but I think I can feel the tag in my undershirt and it's like super scratchy. I need those Hanes like MJ has."

"Michael Jackson? I thought he was dead."

"No, MJ, Michael Jor-"

"IDs." The bouncer at the door said in a less than amused tone of voice.

Britt reached into her purse, careful not to disrupt the mic hidden in the side zipper, and handed over her license.

"Welcome to the Ark-" The bouncer flipped her card through the scanner. It was a fake, but one issued by the police. It scanned and it should pass through with no problem. And it did. "Anita."

Sam gave her a funny look. Anita? That was her fake name? Brittany ignored Sam and took the card back. "Thanks."

The other blonde handed his card over. The bouncer barely glanced at it. Instead of running it through the scanner, he pulled out the blacklight flashlight from his back pocket and ran it over the card. Britt could clearly see the right symbols showing up like any valid license, but the bouncer frowned and shoved the card back into Sam's chest.

"What kind of fucking card is this? You think I'm a fucking joke? What kind of door do you think I'm running here?" He growled and shoved his hand into Sam's chest harder. Britt sensed something was wrong and immediately dropped her ear piece into her purse in case the bouncer was looking for cops. "How old are you? 16? My nephew who just started kindergarten has more whiskers than you do. Little punk ass bitch."

"Hey!" Sam didn't enjoy being shoved around and he shoved back.

Brittany could see a few guards who hadn't been around before were now gathering around them. Their cover was blown. They had barely started and they were already done. The captain was going to be pissed. She started to back away so they could make a clear escape, but the guards only grabbed onto Sam. The blonde struggled, but didn't blow his own cover. He glanced back at Britt as he was being carried away with an apologetic shrug. She was sure her ear piece buried deep in her purse was probably telling her to get out of there.

"Hey." One of the bouncers pointed to her. "What about that one?"

"Nah, she's good. Let her in." The original bouncer said.

Britt glanced once more to Sam as he was being pushed down the street. Her partner kept shooting her questioning looks. He wanted to know why she was still there. Brittany held her purse closer to herself and tucked safely underneath the leather of her jacket. This was her only chance to make it out of traffic duty. Her bright blue eyes met the bouncer's gaze. "I didn't even know him."

He shrugged and allowed her to walk in the door. Here goes nothing. Brittany's heels tapped against the floor as she entered the Ark, partner-less.

As soon as she stepped into the door, the bouncer spoke into his com. "Boy cop's taken care of. He won't be back. The blonde chick went inside. No problems. No questions."

"Good."

The Ark was definitely the hottest place to be on any night of the week. On the weekends, it was hard to even move through the crowds. This Thursday night was no exception. Despite its scrupulous background and its shady owner, people lined up around the block to dance and get drunk. The Ark was known for its mix of entertainment. Almost all the bar tenders and waitresses were models Puckerman had hand selected. There were known to be a few backrooms in the Ark where only a few of the highest paying clientele got the chance to meet some of those women up close and personal. There was always a DJ spinning and every so often Puckerman's golden lady would grace the stage to belt out some incredible songs. She had a record deal through Puckerman's label and therefore exclusively sang at the Ark. Her presence alone drew more than fifty percent of his customers. Even without the drugs and the arms dealing, Puckerman would be a very rich man.

Brittany glanced around. She already felt the heat of the dance floor coupled with the smell of alcohol. For a moment she reconsidered being alone in the Ark without any backup. Hopefully Sam would be okay.

"Oh, crap!" Her hands rifled through the department issued handbag for the ear piece she had removed before security could see it. As casually as possible, Brittany played with her long blonde and wavy hair while subtly placing the coms piece in her ear.

"Pierce! Pierce! Come in! Jesus, do we have a visual? Has anyone heard from Evans?"

"Sylvester is going to chew our asses out."

"Please calm down, sir." Chang's voice calmly tried to bring their superior back. "I'm sure they're fine."

"They'll be dead and Sylvester won't even care." Will said.

"Candy van, do you hear me?" Brittany said just loud enough so the mic in her bag underneath her arm would pick up her voice without being too obvious. The van for the operation had been so shady, they had named it the candy van.

"Baby Gazelle?" And Captain Sylvester had been the one to give the code names to Brittany and Sam. "Do you have contact with Little Guppy?"

"You don't have him?"

"We were unable to establish contact after the entrance."

Sam would be fine. He would have to be fine. "Do I have the go-a-head?"

There was a pause in communications. Brittany could almost hear Will's brain churning for the right answer. Despite his less than successful endeavors at police work, he always had his heart in the right place. But maybe this type of public service wasn't best suited for him. He almost cared too much.

"Yes." Mike's voice came back. "But proceed with caution. First time you think your cover's blown, get out. Puckerman's known to be ruthless. The captain just wants you to observe. Nothing fancy."

"Clear, Gazelle?" Will voice asked.

"Crystal."

"Crystal? Wine? Water?" The waitress leaned over the VIP table where Puckerman had vacated and left Santana by herself. The brunette's dark brown eyes rose to meet hers. The delicious curve of her lips smiled without much passion as Santana shook her head.

"Tequila."

"Ms. Berry said that we shouldn't let you have-"

"Ms. Berry?" Santana's eyes snapped. "And you think Ms. Berry is the one you should be listening to?"

"Well she does-"

"Stop." Santana held her hand in the air. "Get me my drink and if she has a problem with it, she can come down here herself."

"I-um-"

"Go." Santana leaned back and crossed her legs. Her dark eyes scouted the area below the VIP booth onto the dance floor. It was always the same. Nothing particularly interesting and no one she wanted to be around. All she had was Puckerman and that stupid deal for a recording contract she had made with him years ago.

She was so close to finishing their terms – she could taste freedom in the air. A few more alibis and a few more songs and she'd be able to walk out of the Ark for good.

"Your tequila." A voice said next to her. Santana didn't even bother to look at the girl. She took the glass from the extended hand and knocked it back without a moment of hesitation. The shock of how smooth the liquid hit the back of her throat caused Santana to sputter.

"What the fuck?" She flipped the glass onto the table in front of her. "Water? You've got to be fucking kiddin- Berry…"

"Santana." The petite woman stood there with a faux-pleasant smile on her face. "I've told you multiple times that drinking before a performance can seriously affect your vocal range. I don't know many times I have to send that poor girl over here with water only to have her come crying back into my office."

"I don't care what you think or what you suggest I drink or the fact that you practically run this club. When I want my drink, I want my drink."

"But you could damage your reputation with one false note and therefore my reputation as the-." Berry started.

"Head of security?" Santana scoffed. "Sometimes you're more of a diva than Cedes. You're a glorified security guard, Berry. No matter how hard you pretend to be otherwise."

"Another water?" She ignored the words that were meant to be hurtful toward her. Rachel knew how scathing Santana could be, but she also knew the woman was mostly bark. She had been kept on a very short leash at the Ark for longer than most.

"Sounds delightful." Santana rolled her eyes. But she suddenly remembered Puckerman's orders for the night. "Did the blonde come in?"

"Which one?" Berry asked with a playful tug of her eyebrow. She knew exactly which one Santana would be interested in. Even if Santana played Noah's arm-candy, Rachel was the head of security at the Ark and had caught Santana quite a few times in the backrooms with some of the Ark's most attractive female waitresses. Unfortunately, those girls were let go. Noah couldn't have anyone blabbing about how good Santana was in bed when she was only supposed to be in his.

Santana pursed her lips, unamused by Berry's teasing. "Is she here?"

Rachel put her finger to the ear piece underneath her long dark hair. One of the bouncers just put through the comm that the female had entered the club. Rachel responded. "Good."

"I don't have all night, Berry."

"Your girl just entered. I don't see why Noah's having you handle the situation. I could take care of her much more efficiently."

"So you think she's a cop too?"

"I know she's a cop." Rachel paused and added. "Make sure you get rid of her. I don't want any of the boss' mess mucking up the Ark, okay?"

"Whatever, Berry."

As Berry walked away, Santana impatiently waited for her to completely leave the VIP section before she stood up. The Latina casually approached the railing of the balcony so she could get a better look at her prey. It took only a few seconds. The blonde in the tight dress and the leather jacket stood out with her beautiful long legs that went on forever. It had been a long time since a woman excited Santana this much and she hadn't even met her yet.

A cop?

Probably.

But Santana had flirted with danger before.

Hope you enjoyed. The chapters are smaller than I normally post, but I'll be updating with frequency. Sirens should see an update very soon! Hope you have a lovely weekend!