A/N:Thank you SO much for the reviews and the adds. I hope that no one gets bored with this, as it is moving a little slowly...but there is some back story to get through...and on with the show.
Disclaimer: Don't own glee...wish I did...
Quinn Fabray eyed the target quickly and nodded once to her partner. She had her gun ready and took a deep, calming breath. She had been in the Secret Service for almost nine years now and she was very, very good at her job.
After high school she enlisted in the Marine Corps and served for eight years. She got out and let the US government pay for her college. She had a Bachelors degree in Criminal Psychology and a Masters in Criminal Justice. She entered the Service as an analyst working in counterfeiting. She had slowly worked her way to the top of her field and was well respected for her ability and attention to detail. Basically, she caught everyone she ever set her sights on.
So when someone had the audacity to copy the plates for the new $100 bill, and then steal an entire shipment of the paper used by the Department of the Treasury, she was immediately tapped to take the case. After eighteen months of hard work, long nights (and how her personal life suffered for that) and very little rest it all came down to this moment.
The printing presses had been found and the paper tracked to this small warehouse in Manhattan. And now her team was closing in, and Quinn felt the rush of every single hour coming to a head. Her earpiece chirped once and a soft but clear "Go." came over the wire.
Quinn rushed to the window and tossed in two canisters: one flash-bang grenade and one tear gas canister. Around the warehouse three other agents were doing the same thing. Four explosions sounded almost simultaneously and cries of alarm were heard inside.
A six man team rushed the front door, a compact and very heavy "door knocker" was leveraged back and shattered the lock and handle of the door, knocking it down as the hinges creaked and twisted in protest. A dozen agents swarmed in amidst shouts of protest, surprise and anger.
Quinn's job was to work the outside and watch for any stragglers. She and her partner, Agent Mike Chang, watched the two remaining doors for any activity. They were not disappointed. One of the doors sprang open and three figures burst out, running along side the building and heading for a waiting car.
"Mike!" Quinn yelled, crouching and leveling her pistol.
"Got 'em!" Mike yelled, holding his weapon out. "Secret Service, stop where you are!" he yelled.
Mike barely jumped back to cover when the trailing man turned and littered the area with automatic weapon fire. He turned and saw Quinn narrow her gaze...he knew that look. Scary Quinn held her weapon out and squeezed off two shots. The man with the assault rifle dropped like a stone. But it had worked, as the car roared to life and began to accelerate towards the partners. They had to jump out of the allyway to avoid being hit. Quinn got off three more shots, all glancing off of the car as it sped past.
"Think that was him?" Mike asked.
Quinn only growled and began to run after the car, darting to the right and speeding along one of the allyways littering the area.
Mike sighed. "Of course it was him...dammit." he muttered.
The "him" Mike was talking about was former Agent Adam Wessler. He was with the service for over twenty-five years and also the mastermind behind the counterfeiting ring that had been the bane of Quinn's existence for the last eighteen months.
Quinn ran like the hounds of hades were on her heels and felt her chest burning as she came out of the mouth of the ally just as the car turned onto the side street she was standing on. She knew that standing in front of a speeding car and shooting at it only worked in the movies and usually ended up getting you killed, so she stepped back and watched as the car flew past her. She quickly pulled the trigger on her gun and watched the rear passenger tire all but disintegrate, sending the car out of control and into a nearby embankment.
She waited for Mike to catch up and watched the car for any movement. Slowly, as she and Mike approached, the back door opened and two hands came into view, followed by a very harrowed looking older man. He was limping and had a nasty cut on his head as he eyed Quinn and Mike.
Mike smiled quickly and, making sure Quinn had him covered, holstered his weapon and pulled out his cuffs. The man was cuffed and pulled aside as additional Agents swarmed around from all sides. They had won again, and it was a big win too. They had found over one hundred million in counterfeit bills already printed out and more were being produced. This was a career maker for Quinn, but all she could think about was that she just wanted a vacation.
"Fabray!" the voice behind her barked, turning Quinn around and causing her to sigh.
"What did you do now?" Mike asked.
"I don't know...does she even need a reason?" Quinn replied.
"Sorry." Mike said, quickly stepping away from Quinn, causing the blonde to scowl.
"Get back here!" she hissed, but Mike was already gone.
"That was sloppy, Q." Agent in charge Sylvester said shaking her head. "I've led toddlers on cookie runs that went better then this."
Sue Sylvester was Quinn's immediate supervisor. She was a decorated Special Forces veteran and most of her past was classified. She joined the Secret Service a legend and tried, very hard, to become an even bigger one. And she pushed Quinn harder than anyone. It was partially what made Quinn such a success, but she would never admit that.
"Sorry ma'am." Quinn said simply. She knew that nothing went wrong, but she also knew better than to argue.
Agent Sylvester nodded sharply. "If it happens again, I promise you I won't be so generous." she slapped a folder against Quinn's chest and turned to supervise the people clearing out the warehouse.
"What's this?" Quinn asked, opening the folder.
Sylvester turned around and cocked half a smile. "Your reassignment. You're guarding the Eagle now."
Quinn's eyes got as big as saucers. The Eagle was the President. She was on Presidential Detail, the most coveted position in the agency.
"Don't screw it up." Sylvester called to Quinn before turning back around and finding fault with pretty much everything the other agents were doing. "You think this is hard?" she shouted, walking away from Quinn.
Mike stepped up beside Quinn and looked over her shoulder and whistled low. "Nice. Congratulations!"
Quinn beamed at her partner and then let her smile drop a little.
Mike shook his head. "Oh no, don't you worry about me. I'm fine." he smiled. "I'm not so petty that I can't be happy for you."
Quinn's smile returned. Yes, she was losing a partner but this was a huge opportunity.
Mike grinned at her. "Let's go celebrate."
