A/N: Things will start to pick up shortly, I promise. Thanks so much for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter.

Chapter 3

Santana stood on the balcony of the ball room over looking the dance floor and surrounding tables. She looked to her left and noticed Quinn was flirting with the body guards, Santana had to try not to laugh at the sight in front of her.

"Okay Bam Bam, you're on, go downstairs and try to dance up Mr. James." She slipped a strand of hair behind her ear, signaling that she got the message loud and clear.

She headed down the large rounded staircase and was met at the bottom of the stairs with a waiter. She grabbed a glass of champagne off the tray. "Merci." She thanked him before taking a sip and walking towards the dance floor.

As she swayed to the music she made sure to keep her eye on Jesse at all times, watching his movements, who he was talking to and his mannerisms. Anything that would help her figure out how to get him to dance with her. More than anything she had to figure out how to get him to open up to her without becoming suspicious. She suddenly felt someone back into her, their heel scraped the back of her leg.

"I'm terribly sorry, I guess I've had a little too much champagne." The woman said in a thick British accent.

Santana simply nodded not wanting to be taken off her game, she didn't bother to even look at the woman.

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An hour later Santana made her way to the roof of the hotel adjacent from the one where Jesse was staying. Quinn had already checked out the vantage point, she was the look out while Santana got ready to carry out her orders. "Climbing stairs in heels is worse than any torture I have ever suffered through." She mumbled to herself without being loud enough for Quinn or Artie to hear.

Once she reached the top of the stairs she tried to talk to Quinn but the girl left her with no response. Knowing it wasn't like Quinn she made her way to where the girl was supposed to be, she wasn't there. Searching around the corner of the roof she found her unconscious, leaned up against the wall. "Shit." She moved quietly, moving the girl around the corner so she was out of the way. She leaned her head up and took a look around, whoever it was wasn't close anymore. After checking the girls pulse and making sure that she was okay she crept forward as quietly as her heels would allow. Getting fed up, she slipped them off and tossed them aside, ass kicking in heels was a lot harder than it seemed.

She crept towards where her vantage point was supposed to be and spotted a woman hovering over her gun. 'Lovely,' she thought to herself as she got a little closer.

Just as Santana was about to surprise the woman from behind she turned around and punched her across the jaw. Stumbling back she finally got her balance and managed to get in a couple blocks before kicking the woman's legs out.

She backed up and let the girl get up, she was in the mood for a good fight. They spared for a few brief moments before backing up and giving the other a little bit of space as they sized each other up. "Muay Thai, kick boxers aren't real fighters." The British accent again, she remembered it from when the lady had bumped into her. "I never would have guessed that they sent you to pull off a hit, pretty girls are never the right ones."

"At least you think I'm pretty, I suppose that's why they sent you then, you don't have to worry about messing your face up, might do it some good." She still spoke with a French accent, always stay undercover. 'Too bad I have to kick her ass, she is actually quite pretty . Santana laughed inwardly as she looked the girl over.

After a few more seconds of their banter, exchanging quick punches Santana finally got the upper hand she was looking for. She wrapped her arm around the girls neck and held it until she felt the woman pass out. Letting her fall to the floor she stepped over her body and retrieved her gun. "Didn't anyone tell you, never touch a girls gun, especially not my gun."

"Bam Bam what are you doing up there, I've been trying to get a hold of you for twenty minutes." Santana explained the situation to Artie as she tried to steady her breathing and aim her gun at the window she knew Jesse would be at. It took her a few moments before she finally spotted the man, she waited for him to get closer, her finger lightly on the trigger ready to pull it at any moment.

She checked her scope one final time before pulling the trigger, a moment later she watched as the man fell to the ground. A perfect shot, right through the heart. "He said he was a heartbreaker." Artie chuckled in her ear causing a small smile to creep onto her face.

"Alright I'm getting Pebbles and we're getting the hell out of here, this dress is starting to chafe."

Hotel

"The next time I see that bitch she's dead!" Quinn said as she held the ice pack to her head.

Artie laughed. "From what I heard Santana gave her a good run for her money but at least she was hot."

"Good, pay backs a bitch and she deserved it, oh and she wasn't even remotely hot."

Santana walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and ready for bed. "No, she was definitely pretty, wig and all."

"You're agreeing with him." Quinn pointed at Artie before wincing from the quick movement.

Santana nodded as she dried her hair with the towel. "For once, he's actually right, and that's saying a lot since most of the girls he finds attractive are in comic books."

"Graphic novels." He said annoyed.

"Whatever!" Both girls said in unison as they watched him sulk back to his room.

University of Paris

Santana walked into the huge lecture hall and set her bag and notes on the table. She always seemed to get nervous for these types of lectures, everyone always looked at her funny for being so much younger than most professors. The tech support came in and helped her get equipped with a microphone so that everyone could hear her loud and clear as students and fellow colleagues filled into the room.

Three hours later she found herself sitting on the patio of a small café enjoying a warm night. The air was warm but there was a slight breeze that made the conditions almost perfect. Her thin black leather jacket was hung over the back of her chair as she sipped on her cocktail enjoying the view of the moon from her seat.

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"Hey Rachel I'll be right back, if I don't come back, leave without me…" Brittany trailed off as she spotted someone she thought she recognized sitting outside.

The shorter girl gave her a weird look before shrugging and looking at the menu.

"Excuse me but are you Professor Lopez?"

The voice snapped Santana out of her daze. "That would be me." She looked up at the voice and smiled.

"Brittany Pierce, I attended you're lecture today and I must say I was quite intrigued and that doesn't happen to me very often." It wasn't normal for Santana's words to get caught in her throat but for some reason at this very moment her words were failing her so she sat there and smiled.

Finally she realized Brittany was still looking at her. "Sorry, its been a long day, would you care to sit?"

"I'd love to, thanks." Brittany said as she sat down.

Shortly after the waiter came by and asked if Brittany would like anything to drink, she politely declined. "Bottle of you're finest white wine please." Santana answered him, giving a smile to the girl across from her.

"One glass or two?" She held up two fingers as he went in search for the wine.

"That really wasn't necessary."

Santana shook her head. "Non sense, I insist, besides it sounds like you have a few questions and I'd love to answer them." 'Smooth Lopez, real smooth ya nerd' "Plus it's a beautiful night."

Brittany nodded. Eventually the waiter came back with their wine and an hour later the bottle was empty.

"I'm sorry for asking but are you the Brittany Pierce, as in the model?"

This caused the girl to blush. "Yeah that would be me, which is why I was originally in town, coming across your lecture was pure coincidence."

Sanatna smiled. "A good coincidence I should hope, but thank you for taking the time to listen."

"It was honestly my pleasure." Before she could finish the rest of her sentence the waiter came by and handed Santana the bill. She fished in her purse for her black Coach wallet and handed him the money. Brittany looked around outside, she always loved Paris this time of year and for the first time in awhile she wasn't thinking about her mystery Russian woman. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

The brunette grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair, she stood up and slipped it on. "I'd love too, it's only my second time in Paris and I never get to explore." She extended her hand to Brittany and helped her up.

"In that case I'll be you're personal tour guide." It wasn't her intention but she couldn't help but stare at the Professor, the girl was gorgeous and definitely in the wrong profession, or so Brittany thought. Ha, the professor is in the wrong profession

"What's so funny? Do I have a stain on my shirt or something?" Santana looked down at herself, not seeing anything.

"Just remembered something funny is all," Brittany covered not wanting the girl to know she had just checked her out.

"Shall we?" Brittany nodded and walked in front of the other girl.

For her part Santana was still floored that out of all the places to be in the entire world she had picked the one café where Brittany Pierce had decided to show up, she was starting to think fate was up to something.