Disclaimer: No Glee propia. Me acaba de préstamos por un rato. ( I do not own Glee. I am just borrowing it for a little while. )

Chapter 4

Brittany groaned at the sound of Santana's phone ringing. Santana smiled to herself that at least for once she wasn't the only cranky one in the morning. She rolled over to face the clock. 6:45am. She grabbed the phone, checked the caller id and hit answer.

"Somebody better be dead Quinn." She regretted her choice of words immediately, and received a punch in the arm from Brittany who rolled out of bed presumably to make coffee and grab the morning paper.

"Somebody is dead bitch. So how is Britt doing? The paper said she found Jesse's body. How is she holding up? And what about Rachel, have you talked to her? I bet she is relieved that they arrested somebody already."

Santana glanced towards the kitchen as she thought about Brittany crying in the shower the night before."Britt is doing okay. She was really shaken up last night, and she hasn't be up to talking about it yet so I don't know any of the details. I already called into class and am taking the day off to be with her if she needs me. And I helped her to grieve last night, if you know what I mean."

"With you two, yes I know exactly what that means. Is sex your solution to everything Santana? Wait, never mind, please don't answer that. Gross. And do you think Rachel has heard yet, about her ex boyfriend being murdered and all?"

"Don't ask if you don't want to hear about our sex life, you are just bitter cuz you aren't getting any. And I have no clue about how Berry is, but she definitely knows about it. Last thing Britt saw of her she was being escorted into a black and white with a fancy new set of bracelets. The cops think she killed Jesse. That is who the cops arrested, didn't the paper mention that part? Can't believe the hobbit had it in her."

There was an audible gasp from Quinn and then a prolonged silence. "Quinn...Quinn! Hey Q! YO JUNO!" Santana practically yelled into the phone.

"What? Huh? Um yeah, look San I gotta run. I um just remembered that I have a listing in, um, Tribeca this morning and I need to run. Give my love to Britt and I will call you both later." And with that Quinn hung up before Santana could get another word in. Before Santana had time to think about Quinn's sudden shift in mood and abrupt departure from the phone Brittany returned to the bedroom carrying two cups of coffee and the morning paper. She handed a cup of steaming black coffee to Santana before settling on the bed, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV to some awful soap opera or morning show. Santana took a slow sip of her coffee before opening up the early edition of the morning paper.

Broadway Star Jesse St James Found Slain in Rehearsal Space For New Show, Suspect Arrested.

by staff reporter: J.B.I

Last night at approximately 10:30pm the body of actor and Broadway star Jesse St James was found in a pool of blood the rehearsal space of a new show slated to open in several weeks. Cause of death was not immediately available. According to witness Brittany Pierce, the head choreographer of the production, she was preparing to head home for the night after a late rehearsal when she discovered the body. "It was awful. There was so much blood, and he was just lying there, kind of staring at the ceiling. I was really scared so I called 911." Ms. Pierce told reporters. As of this reporting the NYPD confirmed that they had a suspect in custody but would not reveal the name or a possible motive for the slaying.

She read over the article a second time, deciding not to let Brittany read it even though she was quoted, and sighed deeply. The article hadn't mentioned that the suspect was the one and only Rachel Berry. And it didn't list any details as to why the police thought that she had done it. Santana made a mental list of several people to call to try to find out anything she could about the case. She wasn't a lawyer yet, but she already had a few connections in the city, and she figured she would need every one of them to get any information. She looked over at the clock, 7:30am. To early to start making any phone calls, so she rolled over and snuggled into Brittany who was deeply absorbed in what ever was on TV.

Several hours, and a nice nap later Santana woke up and could hear water running. She decided to take the time that Brittany was showering to make the calls she needed to make. She called a one of her drinking buddies, Richie who was a uniformed nypd officer who worked central park. She knew that the case wasn't being handled by his precinct, but she figured he might be able to get some information on the arrest anyways. He told her he would see what he could do, but he didn't offer any promises that he could find anything out. Then she called a guy by the name of Tony DiMarco who worked in central booking. She had met him a few times while running errands for one of her law professors and he should know when Rachel was being arraigned and could find out if and when bail was set. The call went to voicemail, so she explained the situation as best she could in a few seconds and hoped that he could help out. She had just hung up from the call when she heard the shower turn off. A few seconds later Brittany walked into the bedroom, wrapped only in a towel and Santana had to stifle a small moan of appreciation in her fiance's direction.

"Hey Baby..." Santana purred as she drank in the sight of a very nearly naked Brittany.

"Ready to go to the park? I already packed up a loaf of bread. The ducks will be so super happy to see us! Just let me get dressed." Brittany said cheerfully as she let the towel drop to the floor and walked to the dresser to pull out panties and a matching bra for the day. It took all of Santana's will power not to launch herself at Brittany and have her right then, knowing that the tall blonde had only one thing on her mind. Ducks.

They had been at the park for almost an hour, and the citizen ducks of central park had already finished off almost the entire loaf of bread that the two girls had brought. Santana was happy that at least for now the trauma of last night seemed to be a thing of the past for Brittany. Britt seemed to be enjoying their time together and was smiling happily. And when Brittany was happy Santana was happy. Santana couldn't help but smile at the delight on Brittany's face as the ducks gladly ate all of the bread they were offered. As Brittany tore off a corner of her own sandwich to feed one of the braver ducks that had wandered over to their blanket, Santana's phone began to ring.

The call was from Richie, who was only able to provide some vague basics. From what he was told when the cops had arrived last night at the theater they had questioned Brittany, who they had ruled out as a suspect almost immediately, and searched the premise. During that search they had found Rachel in her dressing room. Upon further search they had found a small caliber handgun stashed in the mini fridge of her room and that it appeared to match the two gunshot wounds that they had found in Jesse's chest. They had tested Rachel's hand for gun shot residue and the initial test had come up positive. She had claimed that she had only arrived a few minutes before the police had and she must have brushed her hand over the gun when she had reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. The cops had questioned Brittany again, who had informed the officers that Rachel and Jesse had dated in the past, and that Rachel was the only person besides herself that had the keys to the private dressing room. With the positive GSR test and with Rachel and Jesse's history the arresting officers had taken Rachel into custody. She had been taken to central booking and was scheduled to be in court for a bail hearing that morning. He told Santana that was all he could find out. She thanked him and then relayed the information to Brittany who looked like she might cry.

"Is Rachel in trouble because of what I told the police? Should I have not told them that she and Jesse used to date? Should I have lied and not said anything? I mean I didn't know that they would think she had anything to do with it. Rachel can be a pain, but she couldn't kill somebody. And they dated years ago..." She trailed off as a few silent tears ran down her cheeks.

Santana reached over and pulled Brittany into a tight embrace, letting her cry into her shoulder. "No baby. No. This has nothing to do with what you told the cops. You did the right thing telling them the truth. I don't think Rachel had anything to do with it either. But it looks bad. Like really bad." She paused for a few seconds to think before she continued. "I wonder why they ruled you out as a suspect so fast, you have keys to all the doors in that theater. Not that you would have any reason to kill Jesse mind you."

"I asked one of the cops that too. They checked the surveillance tapes and I was out on the main stage blocking out the next number until right before I found Jesse. I couldn't have killed him they said. Plus the one cop said I didn't seem exactly seem like a murderer. Not that Rache does either. But I guess the camera to the side door and the hallway wasn't working, so Rachel could have come in at any time. See didn't have rehearsal last night, it was supposed to just me and the guys. Thats why I was surprised that she was there. It doesn't really make sense San."

"Well I am glad they were able to rule you out at least, I didn't want to have to make conjugal visits to you in prison." Brittany looked confused at the statement. Santana laughed as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It means I didn't want to have sex with you while you were in jail babe. Even if those women in prison films are mucho caliente. Speaking of getting you naked... Ready to head back home?" Brittany's eyes light up at the idea of getting home and into bed with Santana. They quickly packed up their little picnic and were just starting to walk towards their apartment when Santana's phone rang again. She checked the caller ID and saw that it was Tony from booking. Santana glanced to Britt who nodded as she answered the phone.

"Hello this is Santana Lopez."

"Ms Lopez, this is Tony DiMarco from central booking. I got your call earlier about a suspect in custody, a Rachel Barbra Berry. Before I give you any information, I assume that this information is for one of your professors who is acting as legal counsel to Ms Berry?"

Santana had been afraid that he might ask that. The simple truth was that no, she wasn't acting on behalf of anybody besides herself and her upset girlfriend. She decided that the information was worth telling a lie, and she hoped that one of her teachers would back her up if i ever came to that. "Of course Mr DiMarco." She figured the shorter her answers the less trouble she would be in later.

"Excellent Ms Lopez. Well the defendant was arraigned this morning. Her bail was set at $250,000 and was paid around an hour ago."

Santana was taken aback by the officers last statement. She was thankful this conversation was over the phone, the look of utter confusion on her face was unmistakable. Somebody paid her bail an hour ago? Half a million dollars was alot of money. Who would put down $25,000 so fast to get Rachel out. Her dads couldn't have that kind of money could they? Who else did they know with that kind of money just laying around? "You said it was paid an hour ago? Do you know who paid it, my professor is going to want to know as soon as possible."

"Hold on one second Ms." She could hear the clatter of keys on a keyboard and a slight pause while the requested information apparently loaded. "It looks like it was paid in property collateral by a Quinn...".

"Fabray." Santana finished his sentence flatly. "Thanks Mr DiMarco." Santana hung up and turned towards Brittany, who had a puzzled look on her face.

"Why did you mention Quinn just now San?"

"Because I am about to go kick her ass."