Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Lost Girl. I simply own the plot line.
Scents of the Heart
The branches of the trees scratched at her as she ran through the forest. She loved that feeling, alongside the freeing feeling of her runs. Behind her, she could hear her friends trying to keep up with her. The moon shone high above in the purple night sky as four shadows ran passed through the trees.
Elsewhere in an apartment the city, a cold tea began to steam in clutched hands as the fireplace suddenly roared to life. The couch's occupant reached out their legs and a table formed a comfortable distance away for perfect relaxation.
Chapter 2
Santana and Brittany made it to Santana's office in silence. Santana quickly went around her desk and sat down in a huff. Brittany sat across from her in one of the two seats in front of Santana's desk. She had a blank face as she watched Santana take a large sip from her cooling coffee. She looked around the minimally accessorized office, noting there were very few, okay one, personal affects. Balanced carefully on Santana's monitor was a miniature wolf bobble-head. Brittany chuckled, bringing Santana's attention back to her. She followed Brittany's gaze to the toy and gave a small smile. Her first in the blonde's presence.
"That was a gift from Will a year ago." Santana said bringing the computer to life.
"You have aching for wolves?"
Santana smirked. "You could say that."
"I love ducks and unicorns." Brittany said, reaching over and poking its head. Santana gave her a look and Brittany sat back with her hands in her lap sheepishly. "What case are we working on?"
Santana pushed a rather thick folder to the edge of the desk. As Brittany began looking through it, Santana explained, "It's a simple 'Is my husband cheating on me with his secretary' case. He was."
Brittany looked up at that. "So it's already done?"
Santana gave her a quick glance before looking back at the computer. "Yeah. It's been done for weeks. He wasn't very discreet."
"So why isn't it closed?" Brittany closed the folder and put it down.
"The wife was a bitch."
"But thats no reason to take her money like that."
"Then turn it in. I don't really care. Now, if you don't mind, I have a high score to beat."
Brittany grabbed the file and stood up. When she saw Santana was playing a game of Tetris, she rolled her eyes before turning and leaving the office.
Santana eyed the door as it closed with a click. she paused the game and switched windows to the "Fae Database". Even after half an hour with the woman, she still couldn't put her finger on what she was. The only scent she could pick up was some floral perfume, there wasn't even a natural scent. She had no visible identifiers and didn't sound like she was using a synthetic voice.
She typed in what she sort of knew and hit search. The only thing that was yielded as a result was a wind elemental. Only problem was that they were so rare, they were thought to be extinct. Sucks to be her then. She opened her mind up to the pack. Set up Trap 3 out side for the light fae. She was confident the Morrigan hadn't sent the text to just her.
On it. Blain replied succinctly.
Am I the lure? Quinn asked, receiving an affirmation from Santana.
You got it, babe.
Ugh, Puck. Never again. Just be ready for my mark. Santana switched her screen back. She really had been trying to beat her high score.
Brittany returned from Will's office an hour later. She dropped a new folder on Santana's desk, receiving an arched eyebrow in return.
"New case!" Well, she certainly seemed excited.
"It doesn't take that long to close a case." Santana said simply, hitting her arrow keys to make a straight piece fit and clear the tiles on her screen.
Brittany gave her a small frown. "Well I closed the case, called the wife, you were right she isn't nice. Then I had to beg Mr. Schuester for a new case."
"You shouldn't have." No, really. Santana grabbed the file after she lost her game. She quickly skimmed the highlights of the case. A nine year old ran away from home. Simple. "Have you read this?"
"Not yet."
"Well, since it's your first day, you get first shot. Read it and tell me what you think we should do." Santana smirked as she closed the folder and passed it to Brittany. She took it carefully and began to read everything. Santana started a new game.
Another hour later, Santana was brought out of her tetris-haze by Brittany calling her name.
"Got something figured out?"
"I think so. We can talk to the residents of the neighborhood and see if they saw anything. Or we could get search dogs."
"Dogs? You might want something better than the common search dog. This case is a few days old already. The scent will barely, if at all, be there still. It rained the day she disappeared."
Blaine. Go to Burcrest Ave. Find the scent of a nine year old girl with peanut allergies. Find her.
"Then what do you suggest, San?"
Santana breaks the link before Blaine can reply. San? "I've already got it covered, give my man two hours. In the meantime, I'm starving." Santana stood up and walked to her door. "You coming?"
Brittany jumped up to follow Santana to a nearby deli. They ordered their sandwiches and sat down at a table.
"So how do you have people on it already when you didn't call or text or message them?"
Santana gave her an amused chuckle. "Is that your idea of small talk or getting to know someone?" Brittany blushed. "But to answer you, I'm psychic ."
"A telepath?"
The server arrived with their food.
Santana nodded. "And no, I'm not going to tell you what you're thinking."
Brittany's jaw dropped. "You really are psychic!" Yeah, or I've been using that line for hundreds of years and everyone asks the same question.
Santana smiled and started eating.
They chatted through lunch, Santana finding out that Brittany was a dancer before the Ash moved her to work for Schuester and Brittany learned that Santana is a lot older than she looks. By the time they left the deli, they had been there for two hours.
"Mr. Schuester isn't going to fuss at us for being late, is he?" Brittany was nervous as they headed back to the office.
"Nah. He lets me do pretty much whatever I want." Santana took in a deep breath and cleared her throat. Blaine and the girl were here. "It seems my man is here and he has the girl."
"You can tell?" Brittany looked at her. Santana just tapped her head, smirking as she kept walking. "Oh, right." Brittany sped up to catch her.
As they approached Santana's office, Brittany could see a man just about her height with gelled hair leaning over to talk to a kid that fit the description on file. The man seemed to sense they were drawing near and turned to face them. He tapped the girl's arm and waved towards them with a smile, she followed suit.
Santana opened the door and Brittany quickly slipped in before she closed it. "Blaine, good to see you. And you must be Abigail? Hi. I'm Santana and this is my friend Brittany." Santana reached out a hand to shoe and the girl took it before smiling and showing a smile with a missing tooth gap. Brittany smiled at how cute the girl was when she also shook her hand. She reached over to Blaine and took his hand as well, before he slipped out the door after locking gazes with Santana. "You're parents were really worried about you, Abigail."
"I didn't mean to get lost. I was playing in the woods and got all mixed up." The girl said sadly.
"Oh honey, it's not your fault. I bet you're parents are going to be so happy to see you, you can probably get a lot of ice cream." Brittany said as she took a seat next to her.
"You think? That'd be awesome!" The girl laughed.
Santana watched them interact for a moment before opening the file and finding the girl's home number. She called the parents and they told her they were on their way. "Well ladies, I hate to interrupt but Abigail, your parents are on their way. You'll be home soon."
The girl beamed at Santana before keeping off her seat to run around her desk and give her a hug. Brittany struggled to contain her laughter as she watched Santana struggle to figure out what to do. Abigail released Santana from her grasp a few seconds later, "Thank you, Ms. Santana. Mr. Bowtie said you told him to go find me." She then went back to continue her chat with Brittany.
Half an hour later, Abigail's parents had arrived and the family was now in Will's office finishing up. Brittany still had a smile on her face from her interaction with Abigail. Santana was back to playing on the computer.
"How were you so sure she would be alive?" Brittany asked, breaking the light atmosphere Abigail's departure had left.
"My house is in the forest. If I didn't have a pathway, even I could get lost." Not really.
"Or that it wasn't a kidnapping?"
"The case wouldn't have come to us if it was."
Brittany hummed in response. She pulled out her phone and stated fiddling with it.
"We can leave now. It's too late in the day to pick up a new case and Schue wouldn't give us one anyway."
"Oh okay." Brittany put her phone up and stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow."
No, you won't. "Yeah, I have to close up everything but you can go ahead."
Brittany left the office.
Blaine, are you outside? And you other two set? Santana put all the papers on her desk in a drawer. She received confirmations from everyone. Okay, she's on her way down. Lead her to the boulder. Puck, set the trail. She turned off the computer and looked at the bobble head. She walked the door and locked it behind her. She waved to Will as she walked past, Abigail and her family long gone. By the time she got down to the parking lot, Brittany's perfume scent was fading joined by Quinn's wolf.
The plan was in motion.