It had been four years. Four Years since she had seen her twin or gossiped about something with her. The FBI might have given up, even informing them that after a few years they could petition for a death certificate, but Quinn knew Charlie was alive. Call it some weird twin sixth sense, or whatever, but she knew it. She would find Charlie, even if it killed her.

Maybe that's why she felt such a drive. She couldn't join the FBI until she was 23, but she had worked her ass off in college to graduate early. Law school was next and by the time she hit their minimum age requirement there would be no way they could deny her.

"Your mother would be so proud." Her father's voice intones from behind her.

She whirls around to face him, for a moment surprised thinking that he had entered the room. He hadn't he was standing just outside, his face turned unable to look in. She didn't blame him, she wanted to she had wanted to yell at him and scream that it was his fault. But it wasn't, how could it be? He had been shot, they had left him to die. "I wish she was here. I wish they were both here. Charlie should be here beside me," Quinn frowned and swallowed, feeling the prick of tears forming in her eyes. At least she knew where her mother was.

"They're in heaven watching over us—at least, that's what I like to think," Russell says quietly, his voice filled with pain and grief.

"Charlie's not dead, I know she's still out there. I've always had that twin thing—I mean every now and again I feel something. I feel her, maybe it's a sharp pain in the shoulder or something. I know she's alive." Quinn insists, they've had this argument before and it's tiring. "I'm going to find her and bring her home."

"Lucy—" Russell begins he wants to reach out to touch her, to comfort her but it's like there's an invisible barrier causing him to freeze. "I have done everything as governor to find her. I've bent the law and allocated resources to finding her, I have made sure that we've put away and deported thousands of illegals. Before they get sent back I make sure that they ask, that they grill them on any information about her. There's nothing, every single lead has been followed, I haven't left a single rock unturned Lucy. She's not out there."

"It's Quinn." She reminds him for the millionth time. She's not Lucy anymore, not his perfect little girl that he can parade in front of his campaign posters. She hasn't been Lucy for a long time, certainly before Charlie was taken and definitely not since.

"They would want us to move on." He sighs. He knows she blames him for Judy's death. It had lead to her rebellious side coming out at the most inopportune moments, such as during midterm elections. It hadn't lasted long, and soon she was back to being the star student that she once was.

"Mom would want us to find Charlie."

"It killed your mother. Charlie's disappearance, killed her and I'm worried that it will do the same thing to you."

"Mom wasn't looking for her, she drank herself to death."

Russell frowns. It's not wrong. Judy had never been able to forgive herself for Charlie's disappearance. "Lucy, please. Can't we have a nice day to celebrate your graduation before you move off to New York?"

"You mean can't I smile for the camera and pretend we are a happy family so it helps your reelection campaign? No. Thanks for asking so politely. I told you that I didn't want to be a part of election. I didn't want the media talking about me, I don't want you talking about me on the campaign trail." Quinn ran a hand through her hair. "If it had been me, I know Charlie would never stop searching until she had answers."

Russell shakes his head, "It would have never been you," he mumbles this part and Quinn doesn't seem to acknowledge his words. "Can we at least have one day together. No reporters just the two of us. I cleared my schedule and unless there's a huge emergency I have a free day. We could talk, just talk—we haven't done that in years."

That was on him, he had been the one to bury himself in his work. She hadn't just lost a sister when she had disappeared. She had lost a mother and her father all in one day. Maybe it hurt to look at her, she had no idea but she felt abandoned and alone. At least Charlie had an excuse. Both her parents had disappeared when she needed them. Her mother into the bottle, and her father with his work. "Sorry, I think I'll pass." It was too late to repair the damage now and she needed to remain focused. She had only one goal left in life and that was to find her twin, she needed that closure.

"Lucy—"

"I'm going to my graduation and then I need to pack my things and start looking for a roommate in New York. It's the beginning of summer, so hopefully there will be someone I can room with."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm the governor, surely—"

"I'd prefer to do it on my own, thanks. What is it you're always saying? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps? I'll figure it out on my own. I've been taking care of myself for four years, I don't need you trying to parent me now."

~O~

Sebastian pushed open the doors to Santana's bedroom, where she was lounging on her bed reading a tablet. "Don't get up," he begins dryly when Santana finally tilts her head to look at him. "I have good news and bad news. Good news is that you don't really have any pressing appointments today."

"So I can spend it lounging by the pool?" Santana questions shifting on her bed so she can get up.

"Well, you can, the bad news is that your father is stopping by later this evening to talk to you about business. I believe he wants your input on how to handle the Russell Fabray situation, he's running for reelection. I believe he wants to know whether we should help fund his reelection campaign."

"It's been good for business so far. Why expend our resources when the US government is willing to do it for us?" Santana questioned. "He may be a bastard but he's good for business. Now if that's all, I think I'm going to spend the day out by the pool lounging around and maybe getting my dick sucked."

"About that," Sebastian pauses when Santana frowns at him. "Your latest toy hasn't exactly been broken in yet and then there is the small fact that your former pet is arriving at the compound early to prepare for your father's arrival."

"So?" Santana challenges. "It's not like I'm making her suck my dick. Why is this even news? I don't care what she does, not since I allowed her to join my father's guard."

Sebastian arched a brow, that wasn't what had happened at all. "Right, so you don't want to hear any information that I have on her?"

"No." Santana replies honestly. "But when she shows up, you can tell her to meet me by the pool."

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

"God no, I just want to remind her what she's missing," Santana points to her closet. "Go be a good gay and pick me out something to wear."

Sebastian shot Santana a flat look, "I know you didn't just say that."

"Make me hot." She waves away his glare.

He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the doorway. "No. I think that this is a crappy idea and the first moment she got she abandoned you. You should have eliminated her when you had the chance. I don't know why you want to insist on letting her hang around. Does she give good blowjobs? Is that it? Or is this part of the whole, I want her because she said no to me bullshit that most people get over in their teenage years?"

Santana glowers. "It's none of your damn business."

"Everything about your life is my business." Sebastian counters frankly. "Let's face it, you couldn't manage any of this without me. So tell me, does she have a vagina made of gold? What is it?"

"No that would be uncomfortable," Santana shrugs. "She pulled a gun on me and lived. She impressed my father, and it took me several years to do that and he's my father. So excuse me if I'm intrigued. It's been four years, surely she misses me."

Sebastian smacked his forehead. Charlie had manipulated the situation and angled herself to move into Carlos's inner circle when one of his closest guards had been killed. It had just been a simple mission but Santana wasn't the only Lopez that Charlie had saved. Another choice had been presented to her and Charlie had moved into Carlos's good graces. Santana had been furious that her father had poached one of her prospects. She had paid good money to train Charlie and at the first opportunity Charlie had betrayed her. He didn't trust her. "She thinks you raped her, so I doubt it."

Santana bristles. "I gave her a choice, she chose to become my toy and everything that entailed. I didn't rape her. But if she wants to be some nun then so be it. I at least want to show her what she's missing."

Sebastian rolls his eyes, she was far too arrogant and Charlie wasn't some kid she could smack around anymore. "Don't be an idiot and don't take her lightly. She's her father's daughter."

Santana frowned, "No, she isn't. I can say that with certainty because unlike daddy dearest, she's never sold anyone out. Go pick something out for me and then bring my toy to the pool. Also I want a full breakfast this morning, with mimosas."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "One of these days I'm going to go on strike till you remember how much you need me, and pay me accordingly," he mutters under his breath before entering her closet.

"I already pay you more than anyone." Santana grumbles.

~O~

Charlie looked down out of the helicopter that was taking her from Carlos's compound to her former prison. Was this it? It had seemed so huge, so daunting when she was first here. Sure it was massive but it was nothing compared to other places she had seen.

"Estamos comenzando nuestro descenso."

Charlie tilts her head towards the pilot and nods her head once, "Gracias," she mumbles turning to watch their descent. She still wasn't the best Spanish speaker around, but she did understand it a lot better now. Carlos had insisted on relaying all his instructions to her in Spanish in an attempt to force her to get better. She didn't mind working for him, he treated her well and paid her well. He also gave her a freedom that she hadn't had in years. He had allowed her to have her own place and he had given her a phone. She was even allowed to surf the web without supervision, she was sure someone was watching and making sure she didn't contact anyone from her old life, but apart from a few news articles about her family she hadn't made any contact. The freedom was something she wouldn't have been allowed with Santana.

She frowns, she hadn't actually seen Santana in four years. A few glimpses here and there but she hadn't actually seen her former tormentor. But things were different now. Her skin was tanned from her time in the warm California sun. Her muscles were well defined and her instincts honed through months and years of training. She could defend herself now, and neither Santana nor anyone else could hurt her. She was strong and capable and useful, even Carlos said so on multiple occasions. And Carlos didn't compliment anyone. But part of the reason she had even agreed to return to her former torture chamber was because she had a plan. She had to know.

For nearly a year she lived her life in denial, blaming Santana for everything that had happened to her. But Santana wasn't to blame, not totally. She had spent enough time in this world to know that they wouldn't have targeted her without a reason. Criminals, at least this brand of criminal didn't go after innocent people, they fought against other criminals. Sure, there was some collateral damage and sure some aspects did prey on innocent people especially the women, but by in large the only people that she had to kill were the people who were trying to kill her. So now, four years later, she was here for answers. Why her? Who had sold her?

The helicopter touching down jostles her out of her thoughts as she unbuckles herself and hops down. She quickly checks and makes sure that her gun is still holstered to her hip. Her left hand quickly finds one of her knives just in case and she exhales. She was good to go.

"If it isn't the ungrateful little shit," Sebastian greets from where he was waiting, his arms crossed over his chest.

Charlie tilted her head towards him. "Nice to see you too Sebby." She has no reason to be afraid of him, not anymore.

Sebastian's brow twitched at the nickname, "Glad to see you've become even more of a shit since we last saw each other. Come on then and don't dawdle, she wishes to see you near the pool area. You remember how fun that was for you."

Charlie stiffens but flashes him a small smile and follows him. She's still not familiar with the layout of the mansion so she keeps close. Making note of her surroundings, she's gotten better at it and from the little she could remember, it didn't seem like Santana had changed the decor since she had been gone. "I remember how you nearly let Santana get killed. Twice by the way. That's what I remember."

Sebastian rounds on Charlie immediately but she weaves around him, moving in concert with his body and leaving him standing there his arm raised. "You only get one Sebby," she informs him bluntly. She wasn't going to let him touch her again. Certainly not without her permission. "I think I can find my way to the pool. Don't you have kidnapped girls to torment?"

Sebastian takes a step back, shocked. Frowning, he recovers quickly and drops his hand. "Forgive me if I don't trust you alone—actually you know what? Go on ahead. I really don't care." If Santana was going to stop thinking with her head and act like some love-sick idiot, whatever happened was her own fault.

Standing at the entrance to the pool, she smirks and pushes her way in. It only takes a second for the sound of grunts and moans assaults her ears. It doesn't stop her from approaching, seeing two people have sex is nothing new to her, and she's not truly surprised to see Santana with a woman ontop of her. A new toy, some poor, probably underage, girl that Santana had probably picked out. At least she didn't look anything like her. "If you're busy I can just wait with Sebastian," Charlie speaks up completely unamused.

Charlie's voice is enough to distract Santana from what she was doing and she looks at the blonde standing before her. A slow smirk crosses her face as she pushes the woman on top of her off. She doesn't care that she crashes to the hard tile as she stands up and adjusts her pants. "Of course not. Don't worry she was boring me anyway," Santana waved her hand dismissively at the woman. "I just needed to blow off some steam—you know how that's like right? I mean it's been what? Four years? That's a long time to go without."

Charlie didn't answer Santana right away instead letting her eyes rest on the woman in front of her. Smeared makeup, her hair was a mess and there were bruises up and down her arm. Had she looked that pathetic when she had been Santana's toy? "I'm fine." The woman shoots her a pleading look, one that forces her to look away. She had managed to get out, no one had saved her. It was callous and cruel, but it was the truth.

"If you change your mind, I'd be glad to let you service me." Completely unphased by Charlie's flat look she continues. "Think about it. You know how much it'll piss of Sebastian."

"Yes, and that is how I'd like to make all of my decisions." Charlie scoffs, though she'd be lying if she said the idea didn't have a little appeal.

"I guess I'll just have to make due with my new little toy here."

"I'm here to talk business." Charlie frowns. She's not some slave anymore and she's not going to be dismissed.

"Well fine, let's talk about why you left."

"I left to get as far away from you as possible."

"So you run to my father?" Santana scoffs, not willing to show how much that stings. She's worked for years to earn her place in this empire and if Charlie thinks that every step she's ever taken hasn't been something she learned from him she's sorely mistaken.

"Your father never raped me. I've witnessed him do some terrible things but he has never touched me." Carlos was many things, and he had asked her to do difficult things, but he had earned her respect. He had earned her loyalty; she would do whatever he asked of her. He trusted her, if only because she was one of the few people he didn't have to worry about an attempted coup.

Santana frowns. "If you came here for apologies—"

Charlie surprises her, cutting her off and grabbing her by the arm, yanking her away.

"What the fuck are you—" Santana barely got the words out before she was flung haphazardly into the pool.

Charlie turns and feels a sharp searing pain in her side. It was obvious the woman hadn't managed to shift her momentum. She hisses, it doesn't feel all that deep, and she swings her arm wildly, letting her elbow connect with flesh and dropping the woman. Her reaction was quick before the woman could recover, she had pulled out her sidearm and pulled the trigger twice. The first shot hitting the women in the stomach followed by one to the head, putting the woman out of what would have been a miserable death. Immediately she slides the gun back into her holster as once again Santana's security come running at the sound of gun shots.

Sebastian pushed his way to the front of the small crowd that was gathered and stared at Charlie. "What the hell are you doing?"

Charlie ignores him instead turning to Santana who was pulling herself out of the pool. "If there's a knife still in my back, I'm going to need a doctor—not Sebastian, I'm afraid he might twist it."

Santana smirks, unable to really find it in herself to be annoyed. "I knew you had it bad for me, but you didn't have to kill her. I had plenty of time for both of you."

Charlie frowned. "Next time I'll let her gut you like a fish."

"So there's going to be a next time?" Santana asked raising a brow, delight on her face.

"Of me saving you? Despite not really wanting to? Probably. There are a lot of people who want you dead," Charlie responds. Herself included. "Now could someone please get a doctor and get this knife out of my back?" She was starting to feel woozy as the adrenaline faded and that was never a good sign.

~O~

"This is the fifth attempt on your life in as many months," Carlos snapped at his daughter, the fury etched on his face. "When are you finally going to get a proper security team? Where did that woman even come from?"

"Where do you think she came from?" Santana rolls her eyes. Carlos had been there when her abuela bought her first toy, and if he wanted to play dumb then so be it. It was fine, she would have to replace her head of security again, but that came with the territory.

"You have to stop doing this, mija. It's dangerous and a complete security risk." Carlos frowns. Santana's body was different and his mother hadn't thought she could ever find someone, but this was getting out of hand. Constantly changing her security team, and her head of security meant that there were periods where she wasn't protected.

Santana shrugs completely nonplussed by the whole affair, she was still alive. She wasn't injured, this had been a good day as far as she was concerned. "There's nothing that they could have done to prevent this unless they were right there beside me. I mean I like an audience every now and again, but not every time. It can get a little old." The look on her father's face suggested that he wasn't amused and she sighed. "Well then what do you suggest that I do?"

"I suggest that you get a personal bodyguard, one that will follow you loyally everywhere." Carlos instructed as the door to the room opened and Charlie hobbled inside. A slow smile crossed his face, "I think I've just found your new bodyguard."

Santana turns around slightly irritated, it's probably one of her father's men that is going to report her actions back to him but the frown quickly turns into a pleased smirk as she notices Charlie standing there a look of horror on her face. "I think that's an excellent idea."

Charlie freezes now that both father and daughter are giving her attention that she really doesn't want. She had just called to report that it had been a minor flesh wound. More or less, and that she'd be able to get back to work soon. The last thing in the world she wanted was to be anywhere near Santana. "Is it possible to say no?" She asks turning to Carlos immediately. The last thing she wanted to do was piss him off, but this was asking too much.

Santana crossed her arms over her chest, maybe letting Charlie get poached by her father was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. At least now she had experience. "Your old room has been recently vacated so I don't really see what the problem is."

"Santanita—" Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. This isn't some joke and Santana can't seem to stop antagonizing Charlie.

"I'm just kidding." Santana rolls her eyes. "She can room with Sebastian that should be equally amusing for me."

"Sir—" Charlie begins immediately; he can't be serious. "Have I done something wrong? I can do better—"

"Both of you, quiet." Carlos snips, turning to his daughter. "This is the very reason that your abuela couldn't leave Los Angelicos to you completely when she retired. You think you can get away with this behavior? I raised you better than acting like some adult child."

"Papi—"

"No. No more. I've sat idly by while you buy girls like an American boy buys cheeseburgers. No longer." He drops his voice emphatically. "I don't care if you are ashamed of your body. This has to stop. I will not support or allow you to have any other toys."

Charlie snorts. There is probably no one on earth who could talk to Santana like that.

Reminding him of her presence, Carlos's eyes harden. "You marked Charlie which means she will never have anyone else. From now on, you belong to her just as she belongs to you."

"What?" Both Charlie and Santana spit incredulously.

"Papi, you can't be serious—"

"Carlos—"

"¡Basta!" Carlos bellows. "I am still the head of this organization and my word is final. Do you understand?"

Cowed slightly, Santana bit the inside of her cheek. "Yes sir." She spits it and turns to Charlie making a face.

"Carlos—please, I've been loyal. I've done everything you ask. Please don't make me do this. I don't think I can do this. I've given up my family everything, don't make me be her babysitter." Santana was older than her, she was supposed to be the responsible one between them.

Carlos frowned and glanced at his daughter, he still couldn't believe she hadn't told Charlie yet but it was time that she gave up on any romantic notions about a homecoming. "About your family Charlie, it's about time you understand exactly what my daughter has done for you—"

"Papi," Santana snaps, shaking her head. The amusement on her face long gone. "It doesn't matter. I'll have a room prepared for her right across the hall. Even though you didn't keep your promise to me, I meant what I said I won't touch you without your permission."

"I was under the opinion that being loyal to you meant being loyal to the Los Angelico's which means being loyal to your father. I kept my damn promise," Charlie retorts stumbling back as the pain radiated in her back. She didn't owe Santana anything and the insinuation irked her. She turns to Carlos, "See, this is why I can't work for her. I've proven myself to you. I'm useful, I can—"

"If you can't protect my daughter, then you have no use to me." Carlos blankly informs her. "My daughter is the most important person in my life and in my company. If you can't protect her, if you can't cherish her then you are no better than the toy you were bought to be."

Charlie took a step back as if she had been struck. She swallows, "Yes sir," she finally mumbles.

"So we're clear Charlie, if my daughter comes to an untimely end, then you die as well." Carlos clarifies narrowing his eyes at Charlie.

Charlie swallows, "Yes sir."

Santana relaxes for a moment; she didn't have to be quite as severe as her father. "Well now that is settled, I want you to know that the door to my bedroom is always open for you. Especially since I apparently can't have any more toys and you killed my last one in a fit of jealous rage."

Carlos groaned loudly as Charlie rolled her eyes. "So security specs? Might as well start now," Charlie frowned. Carlos had just given her a hell of a job and there were still people working here that knew her from before. She was going to have to work her ass off just to get some damn respect here, even though she wasn't sure she could ever look some of them in the eye. She swallows this was going to be a pain in her ass to get them in line.