A/N: Added some stuff in this and possible non-spoiler-spoiler for Joylinda because it really skipped alot. hooray free time after testing. hope you like it.


Next Day

Puck

Finn Hudson, Owner/Manager of OP Studios, employer of Brittany S. Pierce and ex-boyfriend to Rachel Berry. You are under arrest for the murder of two people.

It's over. Three years of dead ends and it's finally over. Hopefully the court will feel the same. I called Sylvester and Fabray to let them know about Mr. Hudson's arrest before going home. Finn's requested a speedy trial so it's all in the matter of the next 100 day for everything to get started. If this works out, hopefully there will be a long overdue break.

One Month Later

Quinn

'Have you ever wondered if you tried hard enough you could do something even if it were proven or deemed impossible. Like reading a book in a foreign language but ultimately still understand and feel every word on the page. Maybe that is why I try so hard, or read so much. I want to be able to feel something that isn't there, and understand it as if it were. Perhaps I'm crazy for wanting such things or indulging to you everything that I have. Silly as the concept may be-'

'Hey sorry to intrude on the conversation, I just have to check her vitals then I'll be out of your hair' Lyla – Santana's personal nurse says as she gently knocks on the doorframe of the room.

'No problem it is your patient after all.' You say as you watch Lyla stride over to Santana's still sleeping body.

Lyla

Pulse is good, vitals seem to be in check. She's responding well to touches. Wait.

'DETECTIVE I need you to talk to Santana please, keep a calm voice and try to soothe her while I Pull out the breathing tube. Tell her not to struggle or talk.'

Fabray jumps from her chair to Santana side pushing aside the hair gathered at her forehead doing exactly as told. Lyla on the other hand begins to ease the breathing tube out of Santana's closing throat. As Santana makes full consciousness fear, confusion, and defensive mechanisms arise.

'Hello Ms. Lopez my name is Lyla I'm your nurse. If you would please relax a moment your Doctor will be with you shortly to explain everything that you may be confused or concerned of.'

With that Lyla turns and leaves the room without further word.

Doctor Lee

'Hello Santana, my name is and undoubtedly you may have some questions about what is going on.'

You look over to Santana resting in her bad confused yet glaring toward the Detective and you can't help the small chuckle that escapes your throat. In an instant brown eyes snap over to you, still cold but softened with an underlying question.

'There is no need to attempt to kill anyone with looks like those you know' You speak knowingly, she scoffs from her perch and you decide it's opportune to just continue on filling her in on everything that has happened and you do just so. Then once you are finished you ask if she has any questions of her own.

'How much longer will I be in here, and not to be rude but, what's the deal with Blondie over here?' Santana says in a hoarse voice due to months without use, as she gestures to the blonde standing stoically at your side.

To your left you hear a scoff disguised by a faux throat clearing and the faint muttering of 'not getting paid enough for this shit'.

Containing a smile you tell Santana you want her to stay for another week just to keep an eye on her progress and other signs of health, but decide that the Detective should be well enough on her own for her own introduction and explanation.

Santana

Putting on my best mask as the leaves the room I look back over to where the blonde still stands seemingly unmoving. You glance around the room and notice how it looks exactly like that. A Room. Not a hospital room but a physical 'take me through a tour of my house and oh hey look it's my bedroom' room. After your observation you once again look over and see she has begun to shift almost restlessly, you go to clear your throat but end up coughing bent over in pain. A small cup of water appears before your eyes attached to a pale hand. You reach out and take it gratefully before letting the cool liquid travel down your throat.

Though you do not know her, when she asks if you're okay, the eerie feeling of familiarity of her voice creeps you out and you can only manage a soft, almost non-existent thank you. Trying to cover up your uncomfort you throw back on your sure power voice.

'So,' You begin, 'Do you want to tell me who you are, why you're here, and why this room looks like it has been lived in by someone who hasn't apparently been in a coma?' With the roughness of your voice you hear how horridly rude that must have sounded, internally flinching, but noticing even in the midst of your undeserved-and-unintentional question the blonde looks unfazed by your questions.

Finn

A prison guard walks up outside of your cell and hits the bar twice to get your attention 'You have a visitor.'

You stand and turn so they can cuff your hands and legs behind your back. You want to scream and shout that they've got the wrong person. You may be a lot of things but a murderer is not one of them. The weights of the chains are heavy upon your body, carrying a burden that is not yours to hold, but do anyways. You make your way down the corridor, guards flanked on both of your sides; your mind begins to wonder who could possibly be visiting you.

They enter you into the narrow visiting hallway. The closest to the free you will ever be, divided by a long wall and small windows. I am sat down at window 9, rotating my stiff joints. I look up to the other person and feel anger ignite in my blood stream.

'What the fuck do you want?!' Venom laced in each word, enough to take down a beast, spat to the glass, in hatred.

A nonchalant shoulder shrug. 'Oh you know, just wanted to see what my work's gotten me. So far I'm impressed. I mean who knew all fingers would point to you? Oh right, I did'

'YOU did this!?' The scream rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Guards make their way towards you due to the outburst. You want to reach through the glass and strangle the person on the other side.

'Yes, in fact I did. Quite amazing isn't it? Well by looking at things your time is up. See you around Finnocence, be a good boy for Bubba now' He stands to leave.

'BURN IN HELL!' You scream at his retreating form.

He turns with a sickenly sweet smile 'Why would I do that when you're already doing it for me?'

By then your vision is red, fists beating into the glass in attempt to break through to the other side and wipe the smile from his face. Four men attempt to hold you down but you still try. Kicking over chairs and screaming profanities as they drag you away. Back to the cell. Back to the underserved fate you've been handed.

Quinn

You smooth out the non-existent wrinkles of your button up. Somehow talking has become impossible and emotionally you're stuck between wanting to scream at the woman in front of you for many insignificant reasons and running. But you can't do either of those. Suddenly talking to the person you've literally spent a month conjoined at her side become extremely hard to do. You look up at the bed ridden Latina see the expectant look in her eyes to start talking.

Round two of introductions seem harder than the first. 'My name is Detective Fabray, I was on my way here to ask you some questions pertaining to Rachel Berry, before your... accident. However circumstances have slightly changed, as for your last question. Under orders of my chief I was not to leave your side until further notice a month ago and have been in the hospital since.' Taking a breath you scan the expressionless face before you. 'Do you have any further questions or may we continue with prior engagements?'

You watch as Santana's eyes do a once over on your body. Internally shrugging off the deep brown eyes and the uncomfort they bring until she speaks. 'Let's just get this over with.'

'Fair enough Miss Lopez.'

Chief Sylvester

This case has been taking a toll on the workforce as well at the victims. 'Stars' no longer felt safe walking along the streets, or even in the comfort of their own homes due to these murders but I'm glad they've found the man behind it all. Though I can't help but feel like this is all too easy. As we may have the connection through the victims and Finn there's still no hard proof.

I've asked Tina to rerun through all of the evidence once more. Fingerprints, details, DNA, anything viable for use in court. Even with the things we have now it's all purely circumstantial and has no true hard core ties to the accused.

In the three years since Rachel Berry's passing through luck her old roommate Kurt had given over to the state the apartment so it may still be of use to further investigation. Without public access I will be able to send officers to both locations to do a final sweep through on the undisturbed scenes.

'Sue darling, it been too long, to what do I owe this pleasure once more?'

'I need help. Think you can go meet up with Puckerman back at the Berry residence to do another sweep through and try and find something to pin Hudson down where he belongs?'

'There would be no greater honour Chief, I'll whip up something to find don't worry'

'Don't think too highly of yourself Lieutenant remember who outranks who now'

'Course not' Click.

The Berry Scene *no pov

'Noah what a lovely surprise seeing you again.'

'What are you doing here?'

'The same thing you are, catching the bad guy. Just like old times right champ?'

'Let's just get this over with.'

'Check this out'

Puck is called over to look upon the "discovery"

'Well I'll be damned. Bag this up and send it to forensics I think we just got half the case.'

Noah steps out of the room evidence in tow and makes a phone call to Tina about the new deal but confusion. Q and he were the best out there, and they couldn't have missed such a blatant source. Meanwhile inside, another phone call is being made.

'Hey there Sue, me again, just wrapped up here got the stuff on Hudson you wanted. Easy no sweat, whoever you had looking before missed some hair and other things stuck in some floor creases. Heading over to talk with the Seattle guys. I told you I could get it.' A smirk.

'Good-bye St. James'

Weeks Later

In court – Seattle

'Mr. Hudson you have been found guilty and in being so are sentenced the Death penalty under two counts of premeditated murder. Your sentence will be carried out at Washington State Penitentiary. With that said, court is dismissed.'