Hadn't really planned on continuing this, but here ya go!
After Rachel's first ride along, she becomes something of a regular around the garage - and it drives Santana nuts.
"Why doesn't Cat 2 have air conditioning?" Rachel will ask Brittany.
Or she'll say, "You know, Santana, there's a supercell forming over Northeastern Ohio. If we leave now, we can get some great footage."
But the absolute worst is when she yells, "Shotgun!"
Because everyone knows Santana sits in the front seat. She is lead meteorologist after all. Rachel's a weather girl on the local news.
"We wouldn't need AC if you weren't so full of hot air," a fuming Santana tells Rachel. "And that cell is going to fizzle out like your career!"
Brittany chooses to work on Catmobile 2 instead of joining in the conversation.
"And another thing, you can have shotgun when I'm dead and that ain't never gonna happen," Santana concludes, her tirade nearly over. She's just as long-winded as Rachel sometimes.
"Three tornadoes just popped up near OKC," Sugar, their spotter, says all of a sudden, double checking her Doppler to be sure.
"Damn," Santana swears under her breath. "I bet Kitty Wilde and her team are already on it."
"Kitty Wilde of Kitty's Wilde Weston Show?" Rachel asks. "I love her!"
"She's a disgrace!" Santana seethes. Kitty's everything that's wrong with the profession. Her assistant, Marley, does all the work and Kitty gets all the credit. "And don't even get me started on Brody Weston. His camera work is so shaky you might as well be watching the Blair Witch Project. Brittany, am I right?"
Brittany slides out from underneath Catmobile 2. "Totally, babe." She rubs her greasy hands down the front of her coveralls. "Let me wash up. Then you can tell me all about it again."
"Nobody gets me like you do," Santana sighs.
On the other side of the garage, Quinn comforts a distraught Rachel. "It's okay. You didn't know," she whispers.
"I'll never idolize anyone ever again," Rachel sobs.
Sugar smirks. "Oh Dorothy. You're not in Kansas anymore."
"It's not that," Quinn assures Rachel. "You're a part of this team now, Rachel."
Rachel perks up. "I am?"
"We took a vote. It was almost unanimous."
"Yeah, guess who didn't vote for you," Santana says. She goes over to where Sugar is sitting and points to something on the screen. "What's that?" she asks.
"It's that supercell Rachel was talking about earlier," Sugar replies.
Santana shakes her head. "That thing is huge. Alright, let's load up the cars. Brittany, hurry up, babe! We got a tornado to track," she calls.
"Coming!" Brittany yells back.
"Rachel, you in?" Santana asks. She hates to admit it, but Rachel was right about this storm.
Rachel frowns. "In what?"
Santana taps her foot impatiently. "Are you coming with us or not?"
"Yes," Rachel answers. "Of course."
"Right on," Brittany says, making her way back into the garage. "To the Catmobile!"