Summary : Rachel lost her husband and never once thought about love. She was busy with her four kids and lived with memory of her love, until she bumps into Santana. Santana is a self-made billionaire who'd been unlucky in love until she met Rachel.

"Uh-huh." Carlos commented as his daughter entered their house. "Now what happened? Last time you came home with a look like that on your face, you saw your ex-fiance. Wait, wait, let me see your face again." Carlos tried to make Santana laugh. He could tell that his daughter looked frustated, and as his daughter motto went, laughter was the best medicine. He was 75 years old and still very bright and alert. He always knew when his daughter was being bothered, that was when she went to their house, her childhood home, and talked to her parents.

Santana spotted the empty couch, which she bought for their parent's anniversary. The Victorian couch with light pastel colors with a touch of floral pattern beckoned to him. Santana sat on the couch quietly while she listened to her father trying to cheer her up. Maria heard her come in and walked into the living room where the two men sat.

"Oh, come on Carlos, let your daughter talk first before you go judging her," she tried to reprimand her husband.

"Come on honey, you know Santana only looks like that when she's in deep thought about something." Carlos continued hoping to see a smile from his daughter.

His youngest girl hand been through so many things in her life and he always said a prayer every night for his daughter to finally find happiness and peace before he passed on. Santana was the fourght of five kids, three girls and two boys. Her older sisters and brother were all happily married with children and even grandchildren and her youngest brother who might be following in her footsteps was still single, but at least he had her kids. santana, however, had been unlucky in love and her answer to that was to build a business empire where she thought she would find happiness. Much to his surprise, she was still unhappy and still had not found peace within herself.

"Oh, Carlos. Let her talk before you start battering your mouth again. Santana, mija, was there something you want to talk to us about?" Maria asked her gently. At a ripe age of 74, she was still a striking woman. Her hair was all white, and her face showed the many years she'd lived, but eyes still twinkled brightly though her body might not.

"Well, kind of," Santana answered timidly. She finally let out her frustrations, which she did so easily with her parents. She knew whatever she told them they would never think less of her. "I bumped into the most amazing woman tonight, and off all the dumbest thing I have ever done, I stood there like an idiot and watched her walk out of my life without asking her name."

"Well, that is serious," answered Carlos without laughing.

"Papi, I am serious here," she answered frustrated.

"Carlos, would you let your mija contnue. Go on dear, what do you have. A phone number perhaps?" Maria asked always the mediator of the family.

"Not exactly," Santana answered while her father's eyes twinkle with laughter. "Papi you find my dilemma a bit amusing?"

"In a way," he answered trying not to burst out with laughter. "You say you bumped into a beautiful woman and you didn't ask for her name!"

"I was too stunned to talk, and when I did everything came out wrong."

"Well, dear, do you have anything of hers that may lead you ro an identification?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all but a memory of her face and smile."

"Great, Santana. Now, out of all the women in this huge city, how are you going to find this gorgeous woman without a name to start with?" Carlos was very amused and was not trying to hide it."

"Papi, you're no help."

"Well, mija, I don't know where to start looking without any lead. I know I was a great detective, but even great detectives need a little clue."

"Oh, and I suppose you find my dilemma amusing."

"If you stop being such a baby and think, you will see how silly all this was. Maybe if you stop and think a bit, you may find a little solution to your problem, like maybe hanging out at the restaurant every night and see if she shows up. Or" Carlos continues with great laughter, "you can have a composite drawing of her done at the police station and post it all over town." This earned a smile from Santana, She finally realized how silly she'd been acting. She should use her head and figure out a way to find the woman.

"Now I'm glad we have that settled, are you hungry Santana?"

"Well, now that you mention it. I am. I was so mad at my stupidity that I rushed out of the restaurant without eating."

"Go eat. I made your favorite. Roast beef. I had a feeling you were stopping by tonight. Call it a mother's intuition." Maria said, "Thank you, Mami." She said and walked to the kitchen. She always loved her mother's cooking. She knew that talking to her parents would put some kind of perspective on her problem. She was right. She knew what to do. She would need a plan. But for now she would eat and sleep on it. Things would look brighter in the morning.

A week passed and still Santana had no clue as to the mystery woman's identity. She'd been frequenting the restaurant for lunch and dinner. She did not see her once. She was beginning to give up. She was beginning to think that she dreamt it all, but she could not have because she still kept her broken cell phone. It was a hopeless case for her. She'd been a wreck. She'd even cancelled or postponed many of her business appointments. Her assistant, Kurt, had been a little worried about her.

"San, your 11 o'clock appointment was here to see you," he told her calmly over the intercom.

"Oh, I thought we cancelled that one. What was it?"

"It's a photo shoot for the magazine story that you were interviewed for two weeks ago."

"Tell him it wil only take 10-15 minutes of his time." Rachel assured him. Kurt told Santana.

"Okay, send him in." Santana gave in. Kurt did not bother correcting his boss of the gender. He noticed she'd been down in a slump for days and he did not want him to take out whatever she was feeling on him.

Santana's back was turned when Rachel walked in her office. The lights were a little lower than usual. It was reflecting her emotions. She had her cell phone on one hand and the telephone on the other. She heard the door shut behind her, but did not bother turning around to greet her visito.

"Okay, just give me a minute. You can set up whatever you want."

"Do you mind if I turn on some lights?" she asked.

Santana remember that voice. She just hung the phones up and turned around quickly before she disappeared again. She was sure it was her mystery woman. She stood up to meet that wonderful mesmerizing smile that had been haunting her dreams for past week. She'd been dreaming about her every night only to find herself alone and nowhere near finding out any information about her.

Rachel realized that it was the beautiful stranger tha had been invading her dream world for many nights. She had to admit after the third night of waking up in a cold sweat that she had to do something about this woman. She felt guilty because all her dreams of Charles suddenly changed and was invaded by the stranger's face.

"Hey, it's you. I see you got a new cell phone." She was quicker to recover than Santana. "My name is Rachel Berry." She introduced herself as she stretched out her hand. Finally recovering from the initial shock, Santana took her hand in hers. She couldn't get over her luck. Of all the places in the worlds to finally see her again, she never dreamed it was going to be in her office.

In her dreams, she was always in the restaurant and they would see each other across the hall and when she looked again she was gone. Never would she have imagined that it would be business that brought them together. Nevertheless, she was so glad she could see her again. She wouldn't be so stupid with the second chance staring her in the face.

"Santana Lopez," she responded. She could have sworn she felt some kind of electricity run through her body when she touched her hands. As for Rachel, the encounter brought her some feelings she'd never felt before or rather awakened some feelings she'd kept hidden for a long time. Her body tingled all over. But, as usual she shook it off and chided herself for those feelings.

"Nice to meet you," she answered. "Here;s my card by the way. So you're the famous Santana Lopez."

"I don't know about famous, Santana the Klutz maybe," she smiled reminding her of their first encounter. Lord did she love her smile. This was the first time she really got a look at her smile, but it was breathtaking to look at. She thought for sure she was melting.

"Oh, that. Don't worry about it. I've recovered," she joked. "So, if you don't mind I am going to turn on some lights so that my camera can actually see you." By the way she was affecting her, it was a good idea to turn on some lights, the room was too dark to be comfortable. The low lights made the room a little romantic despite the fact that it was an office.

"Sure, I'm sorry. Let me do that." She walked over to the light switch and turned on the lights. She then noticed her outfit. How couldn't she? She was wearing blue jeans that clung her legs, she got such long legs for someone as tiny as her, white v-neck knit shirt that also clung to her form and black boots. Her clothes revealed her beautiful body. She looked so sexy, she never seizes to amaze her.

"Where do you want me to stand?" Rachel had already started to take pictures of her. She had not noticed the way Santana was looking at her seconds ago. She had to control herself. She was acting like a gren schoolboy. She was stirring a lot of responses from her body she'd have to take a cold shower after she left. Santana didn't even think about trying to seduce her. She knew somehow that having a one-night stand type with her would never do. Santana wanted this woman and she knew just as she was sure that sun would rise tomorrow that she was the woman she'd been waiting for all her life. She wanted her mind, body and soul. Now she needed to make sure she wouldn't disappear like she did in her dreams.

"Actually, just keep talking and walk back to your desk. Pretend I am not taking your picture. We are jsut have a conversation." She didn't like taking pictures when people are actually posing. She liked to take pictures of people doing natural things or doing everyday things. She liked to capture people's natural reactions. She thought it made the pictures have more personality and gave more stories about their character. A picture was worth a thousand words and she believed that. But she believed that it was only worth anything when the picture was taken naturally.

That surprised Santana, all the other photographers before would ask her to sit at a certain place. Tilt her head a certain way or stand a certain way. Other photographers would tell her to grab the phone and pretend she was talking. This seemed to tell her a lot about her. For one she didn't like pretense. She liked her even more now.

Rachel would stop now and then and looked at her to answer her question or asked her a question.

"So how long have you been taking pictures for my magazine?" She thought this may surprise her, but it didn't. Rachel knew the name of the owner, the only thing she didn't know was what how she looked. She never really read the type of magazines where she would be featured. This was the first time Santana was being featured in a non-financial magazin. She'd been covered under Forbes, Fortune, Money Magazine etc. But never in her own magazine until now. She didn't really want to be featured this time, but her editor in chief and good friend of her suggested that her readers would like to know the woman behind the power. They were even thinking of adding a piece about her being the most eligible bachelor, but Quinn knew better than t broach the subject.

Quinn had been her editor for as long as she'd had the magazine and she knew as a friend that Santana never liked her status as bachelor featured anywhere. Although, she'd been on the cover of the Enquirer, Star and practically all the tabloids out on the stand, she would not directly answer her marital status.

"I've been taking pictures ever since I knew how to point and shoot. Professionally, just little over five years, with your magazine technically I don't work for your magazine. I freelance, but my relationship with your magazine will reach its four year anniversary in May." This really intrigued Santana even more. She knew that Quinn didn't hire just anyone for her magazine, and to hire her on an as need basis piqued her interest even more.

"Quinn calls me when she needs a photographer with an 'objective point of view' as she puts it," she continues. Santana was agian n deep thought about Rachel. She kept snapping pictures.

"Are you always this chatty, Ms. Lopez?" she asked to break the awkward moment of silent for her. Santana smiled as Rachel snapped a picture of her with a genuine smile. She really needed to take control of herself. Every time she smiled she felt like giggling and her knees felt like buckling under her.

"I was just thinking," she finally answered. "If you must know, I think a lot. Oh, and please call me Santana."

"Okay, I think we're done here." No, Santana almost screamed. She finally found her, there was no way she was going to be an idiot the second time.

"Do you have another appointment lined up?" she asked.

"No, not really. Why?"

"What about lunch?"

"That's not necessary." She tried to get out of it. She found that there was something about this woman that was disarming. Santana made her chattier more than usual. She even made her feel safe. She hadn't felt safe in a long time. And when she smiled, Lord she felt like melting.

"Please, I insist. I wanted to make up for knocking you off your feet last time." She was going to add 'the way you knocked me off mine' but decided she'd better not. She was hoping she would accept. She wanted to talk to her more. She wated to get to know her better. In truth, she wished she would stay with her forever. That surprised her.

"Well, since you put it that way, okay."she didn't think having lunch with one of the richest woman in the state or maybe in the country would hurt, as long as she didn't smile anymore. she might end up giggling.

"You can leave your things here for a while. We'll take the company car." She finally getting her wits back. "Kurt, will you please have the car waiting out front and go have somelunch."

"Yes, ma'am." He answered. He also noticed that her mood was a little lighter, but he's not about to tell her that. Rachel may have done what no one else was able to do to his boss in very long time. She'd made her relax and smile. He was sure that he heard the smile in her voice.