Deb is kinda famous now, huh? Anyway, I adore you guys, seriously, the reviews will keep me going. As some people said Quinn is pretty cute in this, and yes that's true, and that's how I like to write her. I enjoy that dynamic with her being adorable and Santana being sweet to her. Anyway, I'm done blabbing, enjoy.

Quinn's POV

She left a note on the refrigerator it read: Next time have an emergency at a decent time. I didn't know about her sense of humor but I assumed she was actually just being lighthearted and that's what made me smile. I grabbed a banana and left my house. I was thankful that Sam said he could take Beth for the day because Rachel couldn't, and there was no way I was getting out of work today.

Working as a secretary for a big shot CEO wasn't awful, I mean most of the people walking around were men and pervs, but at least the pay was good.

I would have to call Puck tonight, he hadn't sent the check and he was a week late. I dreaded this call but I knew it had to happen so I'd just do it when I got home.

The one good thing about this job was that I had an hour long lunch, and the location was great because I could just step out of the building and I was surrounded by good places to eat. I was starving and I wasn't in a rush so I called up Kurt and asked him if he wanted lunch. Luckily he did.

"So I know this place, but…" I glared at him, there was always a but when it came to Kurt Hummel. "You're gonna hate it."

"What do you mean?" I asked as we crossed the street with the large crowd of businessmen who were also on their breaks.

"It's sorta a cop hang out. I stumbled upon it a few months ago and I can't stop going there because the men in there are to dream for." I rolled my eyes and continued to let Kurt lead the way.

"So we're going to this place because you're horny?" I asked. Kurt just scuffed but he didn't even try and deny it. "Okay, but you're buying." Kurt giggled and took my hand as we entered into the eatery.

I was happy that the place wasn't packed, but that still didn't stop a few eyes from falling on me as we walked further. Kurt ordered for me, something delicious I hoped, while I looked around and saw the amount of loaded guns that were in this place. Kurt was practically peeing his pants as he silently stared at the two cops who just walked in, one of them was exactly his type. "Stop drooling." I muttered.

Our food arrived and just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich I looked up and saw detective Lopez walking in with her partner at her side. She looked incredibly carefree and for the 3 millionth time in my life I wished I was invisible. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked just as I was spotted.

"You know this is a cop hangout, right?" Her smile made me blush, but her hand that trailed over my shoulders as she walked by made me feel amazing. She shouted something to a waiter and got a thumbs up, then she came and sat down at the table next to me. Her partner took the spot next to Kurt. "You're buying me lunch right?" She asked with a good-natured grin.

"Don't fall for her charm, tell her to fuck off." His name was Buddy, that I remembered. He was the one who helped me relax before detective Lopez came in and calmed me down completely. Santana. Her name is Santana. I think by now first names were in order.

"No I owe her; she's lost sleep because of me." Kurt and Buddy arched an eyebrow each but Santana just laughed. "Oh please you know what I mean." I added kicking Kurt under the table. "Santana and Buddy, this is my friend Kurt. He works for Vogue magazine." Kurt smiled at my introduction.

"Wow that's definitely impressive." Santana said. "And what do you do?" She asked turning towards me. I looked down at the table and blushed.

"Nothing even remotely as exciting as everyone else at this table." I told her truthfully.

"You have to tell me because as of now all I know is that you have a beautiful daughter and you like to set fires." I tried to hold back my laugh but I couldn't. Buddy was right, it was difficult not to fall for her charm.

"She's an artist." Kurt answered for me.

"No, I work in an office, I'm a secretary." I corrected.

"Don't listen to her; you should see her work, honestly." Kurt would not stop pushing the subject. And the more he talked about it, the more I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. It was embarrassing, Santana already knew I was struggling; she didn't have to know that I was a struggling artist.

"You didn't have to hide that." Santana whispered in my ear when Kurt and Buddy were talking. I looked right into her eyes and then looked away.

"It's not a glamorous lifestyle." I told her. She shrugged and lifted up the bottom of her shirt just enough for me to a see a scar on the side of her stomach. It wasn't just a scar, it was a serious injury that took a long time to heal. It must have been a bullet wound, I was sure of it.

"Neither is this." She said with a smile. Buddy cleared his throat and I realized that it was getting late and I needed to get back to work. I'm sure Kurt did too.

"We should get going." I told Kurt.

"Yea did you hear that, the civilians have places to be." Buddy said grinning at us. I could tell it was some sort of inside joke with the way Santana laughed and wrapped her arm around her partner's shoulder.

"Bye Ms. Fabray." Santana said as I paid my bill.

"It's Quinn." I reminded her. "Bye Santana."

Santana's POV

Patrol was probably the least exciting thing we could do. We had no open cases right now which meant we were basically looking for trouble. Who knew, by the end of the day we could have a case or maybe not. This was New York after all, things changed every second. "I need to grab something from the grocery. I'm starving, want something?" I asked Buddy as I had my hand on the car door.

"Get me some chips, sour cream." He shouted out the window. I nodded and walked across the street and into the grocery store. The chips were in the back and I just wanted a honey bun to satisfy my sweet tooth. Just as I was grabbing the honey bun I felt a tug at my pant leg. I looked down and there was a little girl, probably the only two year old I knew and recognized.

"Hi sweetheart." I said kneeling down so I could be at eye level with the little girl. "Where's your mama?" I asked holding onto her hand.

"Gettin cookies!" The little girl exclaimed with a smile. I smiled too and lifted the little girl up into my arms.

"Do you want milk to go with your cookies?" I asked her as I walked over to the glass door, opening it to grab an 8 ounce container of chocolate milk. "Let's go find your mommy, okay."

"Beth! Beth where are you baby?" The sound of Ms. Fabray's slightly panicked voice was both worrisome and cute. I could see her down the cereal aisle with her cart half filled, looking everywhere she could for her daughter. I walked up behind her, quietly until I was only a foot away from her.

"Did you lose something?" She spun on her heels and immediately flushed with embarrassment when she saw me holding Beth. "I'll take those, and this." I grabbed the cookies out of her hands and put them in her cart along with the milk and chips I'd grabbed.

"I looked away for a second…she's always so full of energy…and I-…" I pulled out my wallet as all of the items from the cart were being rung up. "Wait, what are you doing?" She grabbed my bicep as I was scanning my credit card.

"Hey I found your kid and I'm paying for your stuff, this way I've got two favors saved up." I said with a grin. "Have a nice day." I told the clerk. Quinn grabbed her cart while I still held Beth in my arms. We left the grocery store side by side and headed to her car.

"This is strange." Quinn said as she finished putting all of her groceries into her trunk. "She usually doesn't…she's normally so shy." I looked at Beth and she giggled and grabbed onto my shirt. "That's rare."

"Beth, make sure you take care of your mommy for me, okay?" I said lifting her off my hip and giving her to Quinn. "If you need anything then you know where to call." I smiled and gave Quinn a wink. "I can't promise you'll get me next time though." I intended on leaving it at that, I'd grabbed Buddy's snack and I had to get back to my patrol.

"Wouldn't it be easier if I just had your number?" Quinn smiled sheepishly and then looked down at the ground. "I mean there's such a huge possibility that I'll need you soon." I held open the back down so Quinn could put Beth comfortably in her car seat.

"I don't give my number out to civilians." I only said it to gauge her reaction. She leaned her back up against the car and bit her bottom lip. "I think I can make an exception though." I reached into her pocket and pulled out the receipt she'd just gotten for my purchases. I flipped it over and jotted my cell phone number down before handing the sheet back to her.

"I'll call if I'm in dire need of saving." She said pulling her keys out of her pocket. "Or if I need someone to buy my groceries."

"Call when you've got two favors to give." My grin grew. "Don't forget."