Glad you all enjoyed, so I continued it. Thanks for the reviews. The Intro and Outro can be found on youtube under their respective names, as well as the song 'Puttin on the Ritz by Taco. I tried a different writing style here; let me know what you think. Enjoy.
* Intro - Theme music - The Constancy Part 2*
Quinn walks from her apartment as if it was an ordinary day. She waves to her neighbor and continues down the steps of her apartment, her movements sliding into slow motion.
As she hits the streets a blood drop falls from the sky and plants itself firmly beside her on the pavement. She continues to walk as more of the viscous liquid pours from the sky. She causally bats some off of her brow as the city goers around her shield themselves from the rain. One man stalks past her, a newspaper over his head protecting him from the bloody downpour. As he passes Quinn she watches him walk away and then notices two children splashing about in the blood as if they were frolicking in normal rain water.
She looks to her right and a dog is briskly shaking off the blood, its velvet drops cascading in sprinkles off his coat.
No one seems to notice the red colored droplets but Quinn. She walks down the street a bit and extends a hand, letting the blood pool and drop from in between her fingertips. Others continue by her, finishing their daily routine but Quinn watches the blood collect in her palm then looks up, a satisfied grin sitting securely on her face.*
1 - 'We've only just begun'
My name is Lucy 'Quinn' Fabray. There are only three people who knew me as Lucy, two of them are dead. I know what you're thinking…I didn't kill them. Scouts honor.
Quinn prepared herself for the day. She showered, flossed and dried stopping to meticulously groom her short nails. Her father always told her to keep her nails clean, actually he told her to do a lot of things, but this stuck. After grooming, she grabbed a fresh apple off of her apartment counter top and took a huge bite. The juices from the fruit oozed down her fingertips and dripped to her wrist. She caught the trail with her tongue and her eyes caught her air conditioning unit. She wasn't in any immediate rush and she hadn't had the chance to inspect the slide from her latest kill.
She walked over to the unit and took off the cover, placing it to the side and removed one of the cooling cages to reveal a small, long wooden box. She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and reached in, gently pulling them out.
Careful Lucy. This is your life's work.
She couldn't recall the last time she was called by that name. It had to be years. Everyone called her Quinn now. She was Quinn when she smiled at her co-workers and attended office parties but Lucy; Lucy only came out at night. She didn't come to play either, she came to fucking kill. She didn't have split personalities, she just simply knew who to be when it was necessary.
Quinn ran her fingers along the wood grain taking in the feel of the box itself. She closed her eyes and felt around the box until her fingers found its opening slot. She took in a sharp breath as she lifted the lid. As the lid rose, her eyes slowly opened. They fell on the blood slides and quickly scanned over the amount. They were growing. She gently removed David's and held it up with her index and thumb of either hand.
It was gorgeous. If I close my eyes I can still see the perfect little show David put on in passing. The smell of copper still spins around my nostrils and I tremble when I remember the feeling of his warm blood on my finger tips. Blood. It made the hair on the back of my neck rise.
Quinn slid the blood back into the box and slammed it shut, her hand still resting on top of the wooden rectangle. She'd stand here all day looking at them if she didn't back away. She'd do something stupid and rush a kill just so she could get that feeling again. After she took a deep breath, she placed the box into its hiding place and closed up her air conditioning unit. She took a moment to think back on the roots of this little obsession of hers.
"Lucy."
She tensed when she saw him approaching. Her adoptive father, Russell Fabray, was a tall and broad man. His shortly cut; almost dapper hair was wiry with grey strands. He usually smiled when he saw her playing, that day when he approached he looked sallow and serious. He stopped in front of her and stooped to her level.
He caught her eyes and she tried to look away, instead he gently cupped her chin and brought her face back in his direction.
"We need to talk honey."
She found a blade of grass to rip from the ground and twist and turn between her fingers. Even as a child it angered her that he chose her spot to confront her. This tiny little piece of quiet was all hers. She grew up with an open ended back yard that spilled into a field. She had a half rotten log sitting as far back as her father would allow it, where she would sit and read or think. She had over heard her adoptive mother say 'a child should not be alone so much'. She'd regret finding solace in her personal spots after her mother soon shoved her into interactions with other children.
"The neighbors said the last time they saw their cat, you were playing with him." His footing shifted in the earth beneath him. He took a moment to shield his eyes from the sun and wait for her reaction. "I found where you put the body."
Quinn's eye shot up into his in disbelief. She was so careful.
"Why'd you do it Lucy?"
She shrugged, flicking the blade of grass out of her hand.
Russell ran hand through his hair and sighed.
"Sweetheart…there were too many bones for it to be just one animal."
_-Lucy-_
Quinn adjusted her darkly tinted aviator shades in the rear view mirror of her car. Her badge hung from the mirror and sent sparks of light spinning every time it hit the sun. She turned off to exit quickly popping a CD in when another 'new age' hit tried to crawl past her speakers and into her ear drums. She hated music these days.
She tapped her finger in time when the CD decided to spin and play back her favorite 80's music. Was it strange that she stalked people to Air Supply, Kool and the Gang and Styx? Killing people didn't mean you couldn't have good taste in music. She drove onwards, taking in the city as she headed to the station.
Miami. The magic city. Most people thought that was some nick name given because it was a delightful place. The real reason why people called it the magic city was because over night the population fluxed so dramatically. I don't mind the population that just makes what I do easier. It didn't hurt that Miami had a high crime rate. I fit right in. Bodies were found everywhere, in the sewers; on the sidewalks…mine never get found. And that's what put me ahead of the others. I have standards. I don't want my kills in some glazed over Hollywood talkie. My kills were my kills and I'm not much for sharing.
Her phone rang, breaking her pattern of thought.
"Quinn!"
It was Brittany S. Pierce. Bubbly blonde, police officer and the last person alive who knew me by Lucy. I had trained my friend a long time ago to forget that name; I even went as far as legally changing it per my father's request.
"First on the scene." Brittany said excitedly.
"What scene?" Quinn said her voice still unenthusiastic.
"He struck again."
"Who?"
"The same guy, media's trying to swarm us. I was one of the first cops to find the body. Secured the scene, held back the bystanders. Lieutenant Lopez can't look over the fact that I did all that nearly by myself, right?"
I always had a fondness for Brittany's determination. She was a cop looking to make homicide. So much so that she followed cases she didn't have to, worked extra hours she wasn't paid for and most of all showed more interest in the job then people who had made it. Brittany had done it all. She'd gone undercover as a stripper, a hooker, even a night school janitor to bring those who had committed crimes to justice. Lieutenant Lopez never batted an eyelash. She always told me Lopez had something against her. I think she's just a bitch.
"Where are you Brittany?"
"At the crime scene Quinn, where else would I be?" Brittany said.
My acquaintance wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but she was a good cop. She had a big heart and still had what the other worn down cops had lost years ago after witnessing and uncovering death for so many years; she still had spirit, youth and optimism.
"Where's the crime scene Brittany?" Quinn questioned her frustration never rising. She had grown used to Brittany's sometimes subtle slips into blondeness.
"Miami Motel, they really stretched with that name huh' Q?" Brittany's voice shifted into gloom. "It's one of the girls I used to work with for the job. It isn't pretty Quinn; this guy is one sick fuck."
All these years and she's still trying to protect me. It's cute.
"I'll be fine I promise. I'm turning off in a moment; I'll meet up with you in the front okay."
"K."
Soon after Quinn ended the phone call with Brittany she parked along the curb of Miami Motel. The dirt, faded sign out front said 'Sleep forever.
The irony.
The motel looked filthy and was horribly built to resemble a 50's archetype structure. She spotted the owner who judging by the burning cigar on his lip and grimace on his face; was no stranger to terrible thing. It looked like the type of place that served fruits and donuts in the morning and picked through the left over's to serve again. All those things aside, it was still considered 'high-end' in this particular area.
She exited the vehicle and walked up to her friend the tall, leggy, beautiful blonde trying her best tough look to keep the crowd in check. Brittany was gorgeous. She was the type of girl you saw walking down the street and had to know if you were a normal, red blooded human being. She had this quality about her that made people fall in love. It didn't hurt that she had legs for days and an ass that could kill. She looked like a teenager impersonating an officer but she was around Quinn's age. They were both in their upper 20's, but Quinn had always had a more mature look. Brittany's tiny rash of freckles on her nose didn't help either.
"Officer Pierce." She said mocking her with a miserable salute.
"Asshole." Brittany said taking her arm, guiding her a small distance from the crowd.
"Do you see all of this, I set this up. Can you believe her? She didn't even say good job."
"Brittany I've told you a thousand times you don't need validation from Lieutenant Lopez. If you know you're doing a good job, keep doing what you're doing."
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Easy for you to say, Lopez actually listens to you." Brittany scooted a few rocks under her perfectly shined shoes. "I just…I really thought I was doing something huge ya' know. Not everybody has to have a stupid detectives badges to make a difference on a crime scene."
"What you mean like this one?" Quinn said flashing her forensics bag at Brittany; which earned her a playful punch to the shoulder.
"You're not even a detective."
"Don't want to. Sounds boring?" Quinn said scanning the sea of growing spectators.
"Says the woman who has to talk about the same thing every fucking day?" Brittany said a grin tugging at her lips.
"Yes, she says to the officer that isn't allowed inside the perimeter she created."
Brittany rolled her eyes and shifted to look in Lieutenant Lopez's direction.
"I fucking hate her."
"Hate is such a strong word Brittany." Quinn said shifting as well to take in the Latina. "Try strongly dislike."
"Sure. I strongly dislike that fucking bitch." Brittany mimicked the Lieutenants pose then scoffed "She's so fucking smug, she wouldn't be getting half the shine she's getting now if Sue wasn't such a bitch."
Brittany had some truth to her statement. Sue and Lopez had been partners before the Lieutenant made it up the ranks. People thought for sure with Sue's tenure she'd be a shoe in, then again, they didn't take into account that Sue was off her fucking rocker. And that's coming from me.
"Well think of it this way, better her than Sue right?"
"I guess."
"And you call me a debbie downer, where's your optimism today."
"I'll tell you what to do with your optimism…" Brittany muttered.
"You can learn a thing or two from her Brittany. She didn't slide up in ranks making friends and she damn sure didn't do it pouting like a school girl. Politics Brittany. You've got to get in the zone or you'll be standing right out here for years to come."
"I know…" Her baby blues jumped into hazel. "Check it out for me will ya'."
"It's my job…"
"No I mean you know how you go all Nancy Drew sometimes. Just hang back on it and kick it out to me, that way I'll have some kind of lead to offer in briefing."
"Isn't that illegal?" Quinn said turning to her friend.
"Politics aren't always legal, are they?"
Quinn managed a smirk. "I see what you just did there."
"So, you'll do me a solid besty?"
"Sure…" Brittany nearly hugged her but Quinn held up a single finger. "…if you do one thing for me."
"Name it!"
"You know that hooker sting you worked a few months back…and that outfit you had to wear…" Another playful jab was sent in her direction.
"Just tell me what you think Q."
I don't know what love is. I'm not all that sure I'm capable of feeling it, let alone reciprocating it. Love was always a foreign thing to me. I never loved my pets…and most of them I tested that all dogs go to heaven theory on. Nothing against animals, just an eagerness to kill with no additional thought. I'll probably spend the rest of my life never knowing it. If the closest I'd ever get to love was Brittany, then that was alright by me. Besides, everyone suspects the loner. I had to submerge myself and what normal person didn't have a BFF. After my mother forced me to hang out with other children I had kind of stumbled into Brittany and well, it was difficult to escape her.
She thought back on the first day they met.
"Whatcha' doing?" A wiry, awkwardly tall blonde asked standing over a heavyset brunette with way too many teeth.
"I'm reading. Go away."
"Whatcha' reading?"
"Oedipus."
"What's that about?" The taller girl sat beside her and folded her long legs underneath her, settling in.
Quinn shifted away and hugged her book to her chest. "You wouldn't like it…let alone understand it."
"Yes I would!"
"No! You wouldn't!"
"Would!"
"Wouldn't!"
"Tell me what it's about."
"No! Go play with the other kids okay…I'm not like you…I don't like you and I never will."
"Well that's fine but I still want to know." The blonde hunched forward. "So tell me."
A few students wandered over to them on the playground and stood looking down on them. All Quinn could remember were there shadowed faces as their figures blocked out the sun. The bigger boy out front slapped the book out of her hand before she could react. Her fist immediately clenched, the killer inside dying to rip from her depths and surface, even in her youth.
"My mom says you're a freak show!"
Quinn paused. She had no one to defend her and she was pretty sure despite her anger, she would get pummeled by this group of kids.
"Freak show! Freak show!" They chanted and Quinn had had enough.
"Well guess what my mom told me about your mom." The chant stopped as the boy edged closer to her. "She said your mother is a bitch!"
The group fell on Quinn and in the mess of limbs and scratches she felt two fists working in tandem with her own. They still got their asses kicked.
A few parents broke up the brawl and of course Brittany and Quinn were blamed and had to sit, watching the other kids play as punishment. Quinn looked over to the blonde and questioned her motives. She wanted to ask why but was met with a grin from the slightly battered girl.
"My name's Brittany."
The girl extended a hand and Quinn quickly shook it and ripped hers away. She wasn't as good at faking fondness of human contact as she is now.
"Lucy…Lucy Fabray."
Another warm smile and the blonde looked back towards the other children.
"The book…" Quinn said shocking herself with the advance in communication. "It's about a man who fulfilled a prophecy that said he would kill his father, marry his mother, and thus brought disaster on his city and family."
"Does it have dragons?"
"No…" And then suddenly Lucy realized how important it was to lie to connect to other people. "…not yet. I can read it out loud if you want to hear it."
"Okay…I like dragons."
And so, Quinn began to read her newest and only friend the tale of Oedipus, weaving in her own fabricated tales of dragons. Brittany still thought that that was the real story to this day.
With another half hearted salute she left her friend with the masses. She walked towards the crime scene, eager to see what awaited her. As she made her way to the room where the body was she passed by Lieutenant Lopez who nodded for her to go inside rapidly, all the while giving an interview to the local news. Quinn only heard bits and pieces as she passed her by.
"No, this isn't the work of a serial killer….we haven't had one in Miami for years….no information will be given at this time….we at Miami-Metro will continue to investigate to bring whomever was behind it to justice."
The Latina was stern but hot damn did she know how to work a camera. She was the picture of professionalism and you can tell by her attitude she knew it. I don't know why the good Lieutenant took a liking to me, but she always came to me for advice, always got my opinion on things. Maybe something deep inside of her was telling her she was getting tips from another killer? Maybe she felt she could trust me, either way I wasn't a huge fan of hers. I respected her, nearly, clean ascension to power. I liked the fact that she took her job seriously, but I could never see us shooting the shit. I rarely did and when I did, it was mostly with the only two people I could tolerate outside of my work.
_-Lucy-_
A uniform stepped in front of her and held her at arm's length.
"You allowed over here?"
"Forensics." She said as she side stepped his arm flashing him her badge.
The room had to be more horrible than the outside appearance. There were nail holes in the molding, lazy heavy-handed caulking and cheesy garage sale décor. To finish of this feast for the eyes was a sign that read 'Do Not..flush toilet'.
Lovely.
"What's up Q?"
His head darted in front of her so quickly she nearly snapped his neck. Not a normal person's reaction to a jolt but she was working on that.
"Jacob, always a pleasure."
Jacob was a pretty decent guy. He just kind of enjoyed what he did. I couldn't blame him. I just found it a little strange that I could hide it better than him.
"Another hack job…pity, she had great tits."
And he also had a way of telling the 'too soon' jokes in everybody's company with no shame.
"What are you doing here?"
"My job, if you don't mind."
"Yeah only thing is you're not needed this time. We won't need a blood splatter specialist with no blood. "
I almost said 'what the fuck'.
Quinn moved past him and it was then she saw the best display of showmanship she had ever seen in her life. The body was hoisted up by thick cords. The limbs were removed then sowed back on and bound at the joints to make it look like an artist's mannequin. It was art. She stepped closer, her mouth nearly hitting the floor as she saw the face was completely smooth, sanded down to perfection. Not a drop of blood, not one single drop. The joints we looked fully pivotal, just like the dolls and she fought the urge to reach out and see if one could bend.
"Told ya', no blood. Where's Brittany?"
"Outside." Quinn said half paying attention to him.
"Wish she was in here live tits are better than dead ones am I right?"
No blood. No blood. Where was the blood? I feel robbed, cheated.
Quinn shook her head clearing the fog that began to rise. Noah Puckerman came from the restroom, latex gloves already on.
Noah was a serious guy. He joked, he laughed but he always focused on the task. He was on that terrifyingly extending list of tolerable people.
"She had a great ass too."
His comment sent Jacob into hysterical laughter. Noah coughed and snapped right back into zone as Quinn reached for the nearest pair of gloves and placed them on. She could no longer wait for an invitation.
"Not one print. Clean through and through."
"Clean indeed and contained. He's good."
Really good. Inspiring even.
"Where the fuck is her face?" Jacob questioned.
"I imagine it's gone the way of the blood." Quinn said glumly. She paused and sniffed the air.
What was that smell? I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Look at the cuts. He took his time, but check this out Q. Look at her frame and look at how thick the separated pieces of her body are. Almost like she bloated or something."
Quinn cut Noah off. "I could say it was just natural decomposition but honestly he could have injected her with something, added something." She ran a gloved finger down the side of the victim. "The skin is just too well preserved."
"This is way different then the last two times guys, he's fucking toying with us now. Now he's just stylin' and profilin'."
"Never, ever attempt slang again Jacob." Noah said rising up from his crouched position with a grunt.
He had a point though. He was toying with them and showing me up. I hate to admit it but the preparation and timing for this kind of kill had to be spot on from start to finish. Every moment I spend in the room I start to admire it even more and I'm pretty sure if I stay around here long enough people might get the idea that I liked it. Because I really did.
Quinn removed her gloves and tossed them at Jacob walking towards the exit.
"Hey Q, we got work to do here."
"You heard Jacob, no blood…no work."
She exited the room and cut the corner almost away from the scene until she was stopped by Lieutenant Lopez.
"Lieutenant."
"Fabray." She shifted her eyes around the scene and then they fell on Quinn's. "Whaddya' think?"
"I got nothing."
"Don't fuck with me Fabray, what do you think."
"I think you may want to talk to the first reporting officer on scene Lieutenant, I just got here."
"Pierce?" She laughed. "So she can tell me again how she daringly called for backup and threw up some yellow tape. She managed to do all that but she couldn't secure one witness." Santana shook her head. "That girl is cruelly depriving a village somewhere of an idiot."
"Lopez, she's a smart cop. I wished you see her for that and she did do an incredible job by keeping the public out."
"I'm not here to discuss Pierce."
"She grows on you."
"And so does cancer."
On cue Brittany stepped over and took her reign as the official queen of bad timing.
"Lieutenant I think I've got a few leads…"
"Witnesses?" The detective said her interest growing in the discussion.
"No…but…I got a guy who says he know the girl's baby's daddy, who knows her uncle who said…"
"You know what; you're starting to sound like them. Baby's daddy's? You expect me as a Lieutenant to pull my case around a Maury Povich angle? Are you delusional?"
The excitement melted off of Brittany's face rapidly.
Poor thing.
"Listen legally blonde, there is a reason why you're on pussy patrol. Let that marionette and get back to me when you've got some decent fucking leads, until then stop wasting my time and do your damn job." Lopez pointed towards the crowd. "Keep them back and keep them quiet."
"But I think…"
"That's an order!"
Brittany turned and went back to the lines. The Latina lingered for a moment.
I think she just looked at Brittany's ass.
She soon stalked off without even a goodbye or a keep me posted.
Maybe my friend's problem with the Lieutenant is that she's rubbing her the wrong way…or it may be because she's not rubbing her at all.
Quinn shook off the entire ordeal and walked back towards her car, despite the masterpiece she witnessed today; she still had her own work to do.
_-Lucy-_
She sat in her car enjoying some foreign bread with bacon falling out of the side. She had no idea what it was but it tasted good and it was portable. Portability was a very important part of her life. She was constantly on the go and unlike most that were employed with Miami Metro; she always worked the night shift. She watched as a beady eyed male, average height and build exited a very posh apartment building.
Thomas Blackwell. Once upon a time, was a chauffeur for all the well to do in Miami. One day one of his clients came up missing and he was the first person they probed. They even tried to have him convicted but couldn't gather enough evidence to put him away. That's where I came in. No one found it strange that his fortunes changed dramatically just one year after the disappearance? They had given up but I'm just a little bit more determined than that. Of course they were limited by the law but as a vigilante of sorts, I created my own.
Thomas continued out of the building and hailed a cab, taking off with a very beautiful woman at his side. The woman he was with was far too attractive to settle for someone like him, but money could make any man more attractive then he seemed. They took off into the city together and Quinn's eyes slanted. Just on the fact alone that he was living the good life by taking someone else's made her want to end him. However, she needed more evidence. She had to be sure
_-Lucy-_
As Quinn walked out of her apartment to go out for the evening she saw a young Latino couple pressed up against a car to the far side of her buildings parking lot. They were all over each other, practically having sex with clothes on.
Sex always involved a certain level of emotion, whether it be a one night stand or a lasting relationship. Sex to me is for two reasons; A) Reproduction, or B) Physical pleasure. Not many of us have sex for the intention of reproduction, so it's a safe bet to claim most of us have sex for the physical gratification. I was just getting to the point where I could properly fake a smile, faking an orgasm was a whole new playing field. Still, I had to remain or appear normal, and normal people had significant others.
Quinn drove off, headed towards the semi-pleasant suburbs to pick up her date. She finally found the home she had frequented quite a bit and parked along the curb. After adjusting her hair slightly, she exited her vehicle and made her way to the front door. She knocked and waited for a reply. The door swung open and she was met by a shorter woman, with stunning brown eyes and a sincere smile.
Rachel Berry is the first person I've ever willingly dated. It was easy with her and I had a pretty good idea why. She was just as broken as I was.
"Quinn, come on in." She giggled. "That rhymed."
Quinn smirked and walked inside her home. It was modest, decorated with dollar store trappings and Wal-Mart specials. Quinn felt somewhat comfortable in it though, it didn't scream this is a place holder. Her home told the story of a woman who found happiness in her position and made the most of what she had.
"Have a seat on the couch; I'll be just a moment." Rachel said and Quinn obeyed her requests sitting down on the couch quietly as she waited for her 'girlfriend' to get ready.
I want to say we met in a story tale romance but our meeting was way more interesting than that. Brittany had answered a domestic dispute call and met Rachel after beating the holy hell out of her then boyfriend. Rachel had dreams of one day being a star so she ran away with him and somehow ended up in Miami. For two whole years he had raped, beaten and tried to kill her until she finally got away. Then Brittany set us up on a blind date, and we had been dating ever since. Due to Rachel's tumultuous past she wasn't all that fond of physical contact, that was just fine with me.
"Ready?"
Quinn stood and turned placing her hands into her pocket.
"You look great."
"Stop." Rachel said sheepishly waving a hand at Quinn.
"No really, you look great."
She did.
Rachel wore a flirty little blouse that showed a bit of the tan skin she hid everyday when she went to work at the women's shelter. A pair of fitted jeans showcased a perfectly round behind and a cute pair of sandals finished off her casual look.
"It isn't too much is it?"
"Come here." Quinn said beckoning the other woman forward. She started taking pictures of the other woman with an imaginary camera as she walked towards her. Rachel blushed but played along, tossing her dark tresses over her shoulder.
"Ms. Berry, who are you wearing tonight?"
"Oh this old thing. JC Penny's 50% off rack."
Quinn chuckled. "Ms. Berry, are those Vera Wang's on your feet?"
"Better. Payless BOGO." Rachel said with her best diva pose.
"And is it true you'll be accompanied by the lovely and talented Quinn Fabray?"
"Quinn who?"
Quinn feigned hurt feelings and Rachel reached over and took one of her hands, threading it in with hers.
I didn't even flinch this time. Progress.
"Come on we'll be late." Rachel said guiding her towards the front door. She let her hand drop to lock the door as Quinn walked ahead unlocked and opened her car door. Rachel walked over and stepped inside smiling.
I'm not sure why I chose Rachel to try to blend in with. I don't have anything against men or women. I just have issues with the complications that come along with them and my work. I guess I just kind of saw her face and decided I could live with it. I know 'lesbian' doesn't scream subtle but the thought of doing any of this with a man didn't seem appealing. Maybe I am a lesbian? I'll never know, I can't gather enough emotion to feel for anything. Anatomy attached included.
Quinn shut the door and walked briskly over to the driver's side. She climbed inside and they headed towards their destination. Rachel hummed along to the music as they traveled.
Rachel had never given up on her dream. She accepted the fact that she would never be a huge star but she did star in a couple of off-off-off-off-off-off-off Broadway productions at the local community center. I had to go see everyone. I hated every second of it but once again it made me look like an average human being. Being supportive, being kind all good things to cover up the fact that I was a cold blooded murderer.
Quinn and Rachel reached their destination and naturally Rachel chose the movie. A horror movie. The Tortured to be exact. After purchasing the tickets they went to buy some refreshments. As they stepped to the counter trouble brewed in the line behind them.
A man shoved another man. "You skipped me asshole."
"I was here first you son of a bitch." He shoved him back.
Quinn quirked a brow.
How was it that I am considered different? Here were these normal people fighting over a spot in line. Normal people could pass off any social behavior as 'normal' just by stating it. I think normal people could be so…hostile..
"Hey guys." Rachel said stepping back from the counter. "One of you just go ahead of me, okay."
One of the men grudgingly headed for the counter after flipping the other guy off and ordered.
Rachel looked up at Quinn and smile.
…but not her.
Quinn returned it.
After the debacle at the concession stand, Quinn and her date made their way to the theatre and settled in for the movie. A good portion in and Rachel was still munching on her popcorn enthralled with what was going to happen next in the movie.
I even liked the way she chewed.
She noticed Quinn looking at her and placed her head on her shoulder, still focused on the movie. Quinn shifted uncomfortably, the dark theatre masking the slight scowl and looked back towards the screen.
They never did it right in horror movies to me. In this one two parents exacted revenge on a serial killer that got off after killing their son. I could dig it.
After the movie ended Rachel and Quinn headed back towards her car and her phone went off as she pulled out of the movie theatre parking lot.
"Fabray."
"We got another one." Noah said his voice heavy.
"Where?."
"Right off the corner of southwest 26th street."
So close! Yes.
"I'll be there in a moment."
She turned to see Rachel crippled with anxiety. She must have heard where she was trying to head off to.
In my fascination with the new and profound killer, I had forgotten I had fragile cargo in tow.
"I can drop you off Rach."
The look on her face was conflicted. She really wanted to take up that offer. "I-I can go."
"I know it may be difficult…"
"I said I can go."
"Okay, I'll only be there for a moment."
"If it's only for a moment fine..."
"Really Rachel it's no trouble at all I can swing back by…"
"Just." The brunette shook her head and looked out the window. "Just drive."
She was uncomfortable but Quinn wouldn't insist. She was still at a point where it was difficult for her to read emotions so she just took her word for it. After a few turns and stoplights they arrived at the scene. The glow of cop lights seemed to shake Rachel and Quinn leaned over and spoke softly.
"Don't look, just stay in the car. I'll be right back."
Rachel nodded and Quinn exited the vehicle walking up to the scene placing her badge around her neck. She passed by a few weirded out cops and Lopez once again throwing off the media with false claims. She couldn't keep the ties with the murders a secret any longer but it looked like she was going to try.
She spotted Noah already stooped over the body.
"Rotten bastard got me in working when I could be out for a drink." He said without turning to Quinn.
"By the feel of this guy he doesn't seem like the type to worry about scheduling."
She found a pair of gloves and stooped beside him. To the naked eye this would be the same M.O. Thickly shaped and oddly contoured body parts with smoothed over faces.
"This is different." Noah said drawing her attention to the right leg.
She leaned over and gently took up the limb. "He didn't put her back together again, well he did but the flesh and meat are completely stripped off the thigh."
"Right, sick bastard." Noah spat.
"Where is her head?" Quinn questioned.
"You tell me. We can't find the damn thing, it's gone."
"What is he trying to tell us?" Quinn questioned careful to remove the wonder from her voice.
"He's probably got mommy issues."
Noah was a big old softy. Two things disturbed him in life. Women who were hurt and women who were killed. I could see the distress in his eyes. This was too much for him to take in and it looked as if he was beginning to take it personally.
"No blood." She stated flatly.
"Yep, how did he manage to remove the blood and keep the flesh this neat?"
I didn't know but I was hell bent on figuring it out. And there was that smell again.
Quinn stood and snapped off the gloves. "Not sure, I'm thinking since the head is gone he's doing it the old fashioned way."
"That's the first thing I thought." Noah added. "Bleeding them out like pigs."
Brilliant.
"I've gotta' run, I'll see you in office. Keep me updated."
"To the very minute." He looked up from the body and grinned. "Saw you pull up, another hot date with the brunette?"
"I suppose so."
"Jesus Quinn if I had a piece of ass waiting on me like that I wouldn't be at a crime scene this long."
Uh oh. I had to be more enthusiastic about my company.
"Which is why I'm leaving."
"To be a fly on the wall when you two…"
"I'd swat your ass." Quinn said as she motioned towards the body. "Have fun with your date."
He waved her off and she turned to leave. As she walked back to her car she avoided Lopez, she didn't have time to speak right now. Her mind wondered as she strode.
I'd trade dates if he wanted. Not that I had any ill will against Rachel, it's just that I'd prefer to stay and analyze every bit of the corpse. Wine and dine her into telling me who her maker was.
The blonde made it back to her car and drove Rachel home. The pair sat in awkward silence outside of Rachel's home. Rachel still unsettled by the visit to the crime scene, Quinn not sure what to say.
"I had a good time…"
"You should have seen it Rachel…" She paused trying to find the words to convey the sheer perfection of it all. "The time it must have taken to rip the meat perfectly from the bone. The bone. How can someone keep the flesh so intact…."
She couldn't contain herself this time.
"Do you know what's connected there…" She reached over and gripped Rachel's inner right thigh and slid her hand upward near her center. "Do you understand the precision it would take to remove…"
Rachel tensed at the contact. It was too close; it was just too close to her 'private areas'. She couldn't shake the feeling of violation. She quickly and roughly removed her hand from her leg. "It's just too soon Quinn…I-I can't…"
Rachel got out of the car and slammed the door, making it back inside her home without a goodnight.
Quinn watched her and tilted her head in confusion.
Was it something I said?
_-Lucy-_
Quinn and Brittany sat outside the Mimi Metro building at a fold away table eating tacos off a food truck. They often frequented the station at breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was a way to pickup quick bucks with people who literally had to do everything on the move.
"Heard about the other victim they found?"
"Yeah." Quinn said cramming the end of a fish taco into her mouth. "I checked it out last night."
"Oh…wait.." Brittany paused from her meal to look up at Quinn "Weren't you on a date with Rachel?"
Quinn nodded as she dipped her taco into some foreign spicy sauce
"You sick fuck, you took your date to a crime scene?"
"I offered to drop her off, she said it was okay."
"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn." Brittany said as she shook her head. "Women never mean what they say."
"What do you mean?" Quinn questioned wiping stray sauce off her mouth with a napkin.
"I mean we say one thing and mean another…how did she handle it?"
How did she handle it? She hadn't called me and she seemed pretty freaked out
Quinn shrugged. "I don't know, she did charge off without out saying goodbye."
"You are a fucktard." Brittany said pushing her plate away. "She was probably terrified, you know her history."
Quinn resigned, if she argued with Brittany she'd be here for hours debating the topic. "I'll be more careful."
"Thank you." She leaned over, her eyes glistening. "So, what do you have for me? Any idea where I can begin?"
"I've got nothing, did you probe anyone? Did you see what you could find?"
Defeated, Brittany leaned backwards. "Nothing, only I heard some guy at the scene say something about 'grave wax'…."
Quinn zoned out at the mention of the term.
Grave wax, was what happened to tissues when they were submerged in water too long. It turned them into a soapy fatty acid. Now I know what the smell was, it was chlorine. The bodies were submerged in water for preservation that's what gave them the bloaty clean finish. In short, the girls were pickled.
"…Still trying to understand what the hell that is."
"Britt grave wax is from submersion in water for long periods of time."
"Huh?"
"The bodies are water bloated then dried."
"And…" Brittany said waiting for more information."
"There was a weird smell on the bodies, chlorine. These bodies have been hanging out in the equivalent of pool water."
She could tell by Brittany's blinking that she was still lost.
"Someone with a pool cleaning service perhaps."
"Fuck! I get it. That's the lead, whoever it is had access to chlorine…" She paused. "Wait that could be anyone."
"You've got a point but I'm thinking more about pool cleaning technicians, people with access to the proper knowledge of up keep that know the right balance of chemicals. Bodies can only be preserved with chlorine with the proper levels and ratios. Were looking for…"
"Professionals." Brittany finished. "Now that's a fucking lead."
They headed into the department together and separated, Brittany fell in line with some other beat cops while Quinn stepped into her very small office. She hit the lights and felt at ease. She was surrounded by blood. Pictures, diagrams and charts.
Feels like home.
Before she could settle into her environment, her door was ripped open and there stood Sue.
"Where's my fucking report Fabray?"
Sue was an older woman with a stern outlook on life and a firm jaw. She tolerated few people and I wasn't an exception. The feeling was mutual.
"Here it is, completed." Quinn saidas she slid over a folder.
Sue picked up the folder and read over its content. Her eyes scanned quickly, ready to dig into Quinn if she found even one opinion she didn't agree with
"I took the liberty of…"
"I don't mind you talking so much, as long as you don't mind me not listening." Sue said as she cut her off. She finished reading over the report and pointed a finger at Quinn as she spoke harshly. "You know what, I don't like you. I don't like your face. I don't like that cheap beauty shop haircut of yours because whatever you were shooting for, you missed. But you know what I don't like about you the most."
"What's that Sue?"
"I don't like the fact that you enjoy this so much."
Quinn smiled. "I'm only doing my job."
"Don't give me that piece of shit fake smile Fabray. I don't know what your problem is, but I'm pretty sure it's some lengthy word in the encyclopedia I can't even pronounce."
Quinn's smile faded as she looked at Sue, she had to continue to pretend to be afraid of her. Everyone else was and once again she had to blend.
"Next time I better not have to ask twice. Are we clear?"
"Crystal." Quinn stated
Sue stalked off and turned briefly to once over Quinn before heading off in another direction.
Sue Sylvester was a gutsy cop and it was a reason why she didn't like me. Somewhere deep down inside she had a hunch that something about me was off. She saw the way I admired the blood even when I was hiding it. She could see Lucy.
_-Lucy-_
"So I think there may have been a witness at the last scene. Someone said they saw a shadowy figure, that isn't much but if we get them in for questioning we may be able to shed some light on the situation."
Santana Lopez, Lieutenant of Miami Metro clasped her hands together. "Anyone have any questions?" She asked as her eyes darted over the room.
Quinn nudged Brittany who reluctantly stood.
"I-I did."
Santana's fiery eyes landed on the blonde."What?"
Brittany froze, intimidated by the woman in front of her.
"What the fuck Pierce do you have anything to say?" The Latina probed. "Time is vital; I can't spend it looking at you."
"Well I was thinking about the grave wax and how…"
"Can you speak louder; I'm surprised you haven't mastered the art of speech with how many pimps you've had to hang around."
Quinn winced
Low blow.
"Maam I was thinking…the grave wax comes from being submerged in water. Since I was the first on scene I noticed the body was a little damp and there was this smell. Chlorine, I smelled chlorine." She paused to think. "What if it's someone who knows water well enough to preserve a body, what if it's someone who's familiar with pool upkeep?"
Santana pondered for a moment then broke out into laughter, slowing down only to wipe a tear from her eyes. "So you want me to call half of my force to look for a pool boy?"
"Not a pool boy maam, a pool cleaning technician."
"I don't know what the fuck you smoke Pierce but I'd like to try it. Did you stop and think that anyone can have access to chlorine, anyone can fucking google chlorine preservation and take a stab at it? Should we go door to door? Or put up a bounty with a bottle of chlorine on it saying wanted dead or alive?"
She shook her head. "The next time anyone brings a bullshit lead back to me they'll be in tube tops along with Pierce. Now get the fuck out of my briefing room and go find some more witnesses. Now!"
All in attendance shuffled out quickly even Quinn. Brittany was the first to try to break out of the room but was halted by the Lieutenant.
"Pierce! Get back over here."
The other cops shot her looks of pity and even wished her good luck. Quinn turned briefly but the door was closed in her face by Santana.
"Have a seat."
Brittany sat down, swallowing thickly.
"You do know it takes more than perky tits and a cop father to make it to detective right?"
"Yes maam, I was just…"
"You were just making a mockery of women on this force. Pool boys?" She shook her head. "I expect better…no I don't expect it I demand it!"
Brittany sighed and cast her eyes down. While they focused on the floor Santana's softened. When the blonde looked up they steeled again.
"Start taking your job seriously, if you don't at least pretend to in my presence."
"I do take this job seriously Lieutenant…I do want this..."
"No you do not, if you were half the cop your father was, you would have secured a witness when you were first to report. Dismissed!" Santana said as the blonde rose and trudged over to the door, leaving the briefing room defeated. Quinn was waiting outside for her and placed a seemingly supportive hand on her shoulder.
Brittany shrugged it off as she continued to walk not missing a beat. "Just...don't"
Quinn watched her walk away and a part of her wanted to walk in and tell the Lieutenant that that was a good lead and she should listen, but she didn't want to interfere. She didn't want Brittany to feel like that one kid whose mom talked the coach into letting her play. Instead, Quinn gathered her things to leave for the day.
_-Lucy-_
Mr. Blackwell was leaving again for the day pretty girl in tow. A car picked them up. From rags to riches a perfect depiction of how America could change one's life. Unfortunately for Blackwell, Quinn didn't much believe in anything let alone an American dream. After they left she exited her vehicle and made her way inside the complex, a black wig covering her blonde hair. Quinn could never be too careful.
She was surprised she wasn't questioned by the door man, in fact he barely looked up. She still found it shocking how it easy it was to gain access to areas as a Caucasian female. She got little to no furtive glances, and had never been held back from pretty much walking into any building. They simply assumed she belonged.
She had reviewed every inch of this complex beforehand, so it was easy for her to find and place a small device into the security system that would keep the last five minutes of feed on replay. She had five minutes to get in and out and grab the device before her image was captured.
She made her way to his floor and found his apartment door. Key card access. Rich people had this idea that electronic this and that could stop perpetrators. Quinn found old fashioned locks more challenging than these pieces of crap devices. Whistling, she reached in her pocket and pulled out an old television antenna piece. She pulled out the skinnier end and extended it to full length. She bent the thinner part and curved the rest slightly. Quinn looked around and dropped to one knee sliding the metal object under the door. The tiny hook found the door latch and she pulled backwards dragging the door handle with her. The door swung open and she push the slightly bent wire back to its smaller state and put it back in her pocket.
Don't give me flashy universal hotel keys and thoughts about seducing maintenance for master cards. Just give me a piece of an old rabbit eared TV and I could work wonders. I enjoyed the simple things in life. Of course a certain level of technology was needed in this case but I didn't rely on it. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the classics.
After gaining entry she began to look through his personal affects. All she could find in the room was a bunch of booze and a partially snorted line of coke. She went through the drawers and found nothing substantial, only knots of cash he had probably secured from his victims bank account and mountains of overdue credit card bills in his name.
Judging by these old statements, Mr. Blackwell had a taste for finer things, and had been living well beyond his means before this incident occurred.
She checked a bag filled with personal effects and stumbled upon a ring. She had seen it somewhere before. She took out her smart phone and googled the victims name. He was seen in several pictures smiling with his family, decked out in business suits. Then she found one with his hand extended. Quinn zoomed in with her thumb and index and held the phone and the ring in hand side by side.
Bingo.
After putting everything back in its place and grabbing the chip, she left the apartment building and got in her car driving off. Not a trace of her was in that building, no record of her in or around it could be found. After she got down the street a ways she parked, found a discrete spot and changed her plates back to the originals.
Next on her list was to prepare her kill room. She pulled out a notepad. Duck tape, check. Saran wrap, check. Now Quinn had to pick just the right spot.
To me, Lord Harold Samuel had it right. It was all about location.
_-Lucy-_
Night had fallen in Miami. Despite the disappearance of the sun it was still humid outside. A sheen of sweat had formed on her brow and she wiped it off with the back of her sleeve. She wasn't jittery or nervous; she had literally waited hours for one of her previous kills. This was what came with her duty, patience. If you weren't a methodical killer you were just some random psycho looking to get his rocks off.
She watched him through the windows hob knobbing with rich folk and drinking way too much. He'd float in and out of her sight through the glass each time a different woman under his arm. He was the life of the party. And soon he'd be dead. She focused on Thomas.
I never understood why people wanted money. Why they would do anything to gather with other people with money and talk about how much money they had. People would do anything for money and Thomas; he was a perfect example of that.
A few hours later, she watched him stumble from the classy joint and brush off a valet who looked as if he was warning him not to drive. He looked like he was going to hit the boy, but settled for getting in his face and snatching his keys. He got in and took off recklessly down the street.
A bit of distance behind him Quinn's car cranked to life and followed. She flicked the CD player and TACO's 'Puttin on the Ritz' began to play. It was fitting. The opening to the song began to play as Quinn slipped on her Isotoner gloves.
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to, why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
She gripped the steering wheel and cut a corner, the street lights beaming past her vision in the night. He swerved and she saw the tire she had rigged to go while the valet's back was turned was almost ready to give.
Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper
Tryin' hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let's mix where Rockefellers
walk with sticks or um-ber-ellas
in their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
The tire gave out and he careened for awhile and finally came to a halt on a deserted street. She stopped behind him and watched as he got out cursing and kicking the car. She only had a small window to get to him before he called for roadside assistance of some sort. She quickly got out of the car and walked towards him. What he didn't see was the needle she hid behind her back. She heard the music still playing on in the back ground.
"Need some help?"
"No, no I'm fine."
"How about you come sit with me while we call for someone."
He eyed her hungrily. She could tell by the look on his face that he thought she knew who he was and wanted a piece of his action.
Gross.
She motioned for him to go forward and he did. They neared her car again, the music growing louder as they approached it.
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
"Thomas Blackwell, right?"
"The one and only." He grinned. "You know I can buy a pretty girl like you a lot of nice things. I can take you places you've never been before. We can go back to my place after this, drink some champagne, and relax in my Jacuzzi."
High hats, and arrow collars, white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time
"Pass. I'd much rather you come to mine." She lurched forward and stuck him in the neck with the needle causing the man to slump over. She caught him before he could completely fall down to the ground. She popped her trunk and gracelessly shoved the man inside.
If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
She stood over him her hazel eyes burning with anticipation of what was to come. Thomas Blackwell lived for money, and now he'd die for it. By Quinn's hands.
Puttin' on the Ritz
On the last line of the song she slammed the trunk shut, sealing Thomas's fate.
_-Lucy-_
The whiff of ammonia brought slightly back. She tossed the capsule to the side and watched the man struggle on the hook he was suspended to. He was still discombobulated from the drug.
"Wake up Thomas."
"Mhmmm…what?"
"Wake the fuck up!" She reached up and smacked him repeatedly until he finally came to.
His leg dangled frantically, his eyes went wide with fear. "What the fuck!" He tried to break free and looked upwards to see if he was making any leeway. He wasn't, he was strapped to the hook securely.
"Are you crazy lady?" Then his tone switched from fear to arrogance. "Do you know who I am?"
"Funny you should ask." She picked up one of the knives she had displayed and walked towards him, gesturing with the knife as she spoke. "I know exactly who you are…do you?"
"I'm Thomas Black well, business man and…"
"Murderer."
"Fuck you! I didn't do anything! I'm innocent."
"Then explain this." She said as she walked over to him. She pulled the ring from her pocket and held it up so he could see it. After he got a good look she shoved it into his mouth. He spat the ring out and it chimed across the floor.
"I found it!"
"Bullshit." She said as she shook her head.
"Help!" He started to yell, and she began to yell it with him. He started to sob afterwards and she chuckled.
"Yell all you want, nobody is going to hear you. You're going to die alone, just like he did."
"Is it the money, you can have it…all of it."
She reached up with the knife and slashed his face collecting some on a slide. He cried out as she secured the top layer over the blood sample. The blood made her feel heady. Her eyes lowered and she couldn't hear his cries anymore. She only heard the crashing of blood with his heart. It was steady and growing with rhythm in his fear.
Her phone rang and jolted her back into reality. It was Rachel; she let it go to voicemail. She couldn't answer the phone with this guy yelling in the back ground. She walked over to him and stuck the knife to his belly.
"Bend down so I can put this tape over your mouth or I will fucking gut you."
He did as he was told and she turned her back to dial Rachel up.
"Hey, you."
"Hi."
She sounded distant.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get to your call, I had something to take care of."
"Oh, I'm not interrupting am I?"
Yes, you fucking are.
"No, not at all. What's up?"
"The other night…"
This was not the time for heart to hearts. Despite that I couldn't find it within myself to speed her along.
"…you didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't the crime scene." Rachel finished.
Quinn listened on. "I just want to make sure you're okay. I hadn't heard from you and I thought it would be rude to just drop by."
"I just wanted to say…I…do you mind coming over? I kind of want to tell you in person."
"Sure thing, it might take me a bit but I'll come over when I can."
"I'll wait up for you."
"See you soon."
"Bye."
Quinn looked at the phone in her hand and decided seeing Rachel tonight wouldn't be all the bad. In the very next instance she looked over at Thomas and scowled. She cut her phone completely off.
No more interruptions Mr. Blackwell, now it's just you and I.
She pulled back a curtain and showed Thomas the face of his victim, along with pictures of his wife and kids.
"Why take a man from his family? Was the money worth it?"
He scoffed. "Like he was a hero! You know how he got his money, off the backs of the little man. A greedy over privileged piece of shit, so don't even bother." He paused. "Do you know what it's like huh? To live and bend and scrape for trash like him! Why does he get the lavish life and I get to live in a roach infested shotgun house? Yeah, I killed him! I did it! Because I was sick and tired of scraping by! He had plenty and he could have given me some, he just wouldn't listen. He thought he was better than everybody."
"But he's not the one on trial here Thomas." She said. "You are."
"This isn't a trial you crazy bitch, you're trying to kill me!"
"I'm not trying to kill you Thomas." She said with a smirk. "I'm going to."
He shouted again and began to pray out loud. She marched over to him and held the knife at his belly again. "Stop. You stop it right now. That's never helped anyone when I've gotten this close."
He continued to pray.
"You want religion Thomas? Do you?" She walked back over to her display of kill weapons, running her hands along each one while speaking. "For the love of money is the root of all evil."
She almost picked up her gut hook but picked a long and curved machete instead. She removed it from its cloth sheath and held it into the air.
Thomas urinated on the floor.
"Which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows."
He spoke quietly, knowing he was nearing the last words he'd ever speak. "I just wanted to see what life was like when you could have things…" He closed his eyes and tears streamed down his face.
Quinn took the machete and made one quick slice across his stomach. The cut was so quick and clean it looked as if it was painted on. Slowly the skin began to pucker and the blood began to flow. Maybe it was the pain or curiosity, but he looked down at it rushing from his body, and then back up at her. He tried to speak again but couldn't find the words. He only gasped and whimpered and struggled.
She stepped closer her mouth agape. She wondered if she created art. Would someone walk in on this and think it was just as beautiful as she did. His head hung, his stomach slit, his organs peeking out waiting for the slight brush to send them spilling to the floor. It looked like a painting snatched off the walls of some museum. He had become more than what he wanted in this moment, he was a master piece. She took in the blood, watched it seep down his legs and meet with the ground beneath him.
She slashed him again and his innards dropped to the ground in a semi steaming pile. His head went limp and she bent beside the intestines.
I had disemboweled him and realized in that moment that this was my sex. This is what got my blood pumping. Finding new ways to get the world to bleed for me. This is what I craved.
_-Lucy-_
Clean up was quickly and quietly done and Thomas Blackwell was traveling down river, ravished by bigger prey or softened for smaller. Another person brought to justice. The kind of justice you cannot come back from. She went back to her apartment, showered, cleaned and placed Thomas's slide along with the others, then headed towards Rachel's. She had lost track of the time and spent more time with Thomas's remains then she intended to. She pulled up outside of Rachel's and she answered, sleep laced in her voice.
"Quinn." She yawned. "You didn't have to come…it's really early."
"I told you I would come."
"And I said I would wait." She smiled.
She stepped forward and grabbed Quinn's hand and led her inside. She wrapped her smaller arms around Quinn and rested her head on her shoulder. Quinn panicked, that hug was quick and she wasn't prepared for it. She stiffened and Rachel sensed it, pulling backwards.
"Are you angry with me?"
"No, why would I be?"
"No reason…you just feel weird."
Like I just disemboweled a man?
They stood apart for a moment. Rachel was the first to move. Quinn had hardly noticed what she was wearing. It wasn't her usual pj's, this was something…slinky. She wore a sheer little top to cover up but soon she slid it down to expose small, round, sun kissed shoulders.
"I want you Quinn."
Oh.
"Rachel…"
She stepped closer and pressed a finger to Quinn's lip. "I know you have needs. Any normal couple who've been seeing each other this long do more than peck each other on the cheek. I don't let you touch me; I don't let you near me. Leaving like that the other day was terrible."
She cupped either side of Quinn's cheeks speaking, keeping her eyes trained on hers. "I don't want you to think you're not worth my affection. I don't want you to think that I'm just doing this, I want you to know that you are special to me and being with you…" She sighed. "…is more than I could ever imagine. You're sweet and kind and gentle with me…you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me and I…I don't want to lose you."
She leaned up slightly and captured Quinn's lips with her own. Rachel closed her eyes but Quinn kept hers open. Here Rachel was spilling her heart out and trying to…bed her…and she couldn't even get into the kiss. Until she felt Rachel's tongue graze hers.
Quinn took in a loud breath and Rachel's eyes opened and she removed her lips from Quinn's. She bent and kissed her chin, then her right cheek. She planted a sweet kiss to her left and shifted all the way up on her tip toes to her forehead. Quinn shuddered when she felt her soft lips on her eye lids. Then Rachel's lips found Quinn's again. Quinn ran her hands up Rachel's sides and gripped her shoulders. The sudden action made her rip away and close the sheer top over her body. She looked away, realizing what she had done.
"Sorry..."
"Don't."
Rachel looked like she was about to cry.
"Don't apologize anymore." Quinn walked over to her and motioned for her to take a seat on the couch. Quinn plopped down beside her and looked her in the eyes.
"Rachel I know what happened to you. I know you've seen things, been through things. Trust me when I tell you we have more in common then you think."
Rachel took one of Quinn's hands and threaded their fingers together.
"Everything between us will come in time. There isn't a rush or an expiration date on these kind of things. I'm willing to go as slow as you want to."
Even slower than that.
"I just don't want you to think that I don't care about you."
"Rachel there are plenty of ways you let me know. You let me eat the last slice of pizza…"
Rachel laughed. "Because it's not vegan."
Quinn grinned. "But you still let me do it." She paused. "You took me to the beach and we built that killer sand castle and got second place. You do this thing where…" She sighed and looked away. "When you see an expression on my face that you don't like, you take your hand and wipe over it and then I'm smiling. When I talk to you, you listen. You really listen to every single one of my words and to top it off…you're just…you're good for me."
Rachel hurled her body over to Quinn's and wrapped her arms around her neck.
"You're perfect." She said into the blondes shoulder.
"No one's perfect Rach."
"Well then you're perfectly imperfect."
Rachel pulled back and kissed her again, separating their lips with a soft smack. "I'm just lucky I found the one person in Miami who gets me."
I smiled but inside I felt bad for her. She found and was beginning to fall for one of the active serial killers in Miami.
"C'mon, I'll make you some bacon."
Quinn quirked a brow. "When did you start keeping bacon in stock?"
"You didn't know, I cook it, open the window and you come floating down the street like a cartoon character. I even rubbed a bit behind my ears on our first date."
"Sounds about right." Quinn said with a nod, smiling at Rachel's joke.
Rachel got up from the couch and began the preparation for the food; Quinn followed and sat at the table watching her cook.
"Hey Rach?"
"Hmm?" Rachel said trying to get the bacon out of the package without actually touching it.
"I'm lucky too."
_-Lucy-_
She felt good being back in her apartment. Quinn was busting at the seams with bacon and the only thing on her mind was a good long nap. Her interaction with Rachel kept a smile on her face.
I liked kissing Rachel…like that. I think I'd like to do that more often. I mean…might as well make the cover convincing right?
Quinn walked over to her apartment counter and placed her keys down. All was well until she noticed something was out of place. The third branch on her fichus had been moved to a different angle.
Someone had been inside my home.
She looked around furtively then stepped inside her bedroom. There sitting on her bed was a head. Not a human head but some kind of large doll head. She walked closer and almost touched it then mentally chastised herself. Quinn went back to her kitchen grabbed some gloves and placed them on quickly picking the doll up by the hair so it dangled in front of her face. The doll had on a full face of makeup, lashes and the blonde hair was curled and styled. Then she thought back to the crime scene the other night. This was an invitation. Whoever this killer was he either picked up on Quinn's interest at the scene, or he knew about her. She inspected the head further shifting it from side to side.
A gift. No, not a gift but an invitation. This kind of bold move spoke to me. I admired the intricacies of it and I couldn't wait to see where this was leading me. He had gone through all this trouble to make himself known to me. He was letting me know he enjoyed me as an audience, keeping me in suspense. Making me long to see what he had in store. And oh boy…I couldn't wait to see more.
*Credit Outro - Talking Heads -"Psycho Killer"*