Charlie's right hand shot out and gripped the wrist of her confidential informant when he reached for her box of donuts that were on her dashboard. The last time they had been in a vehicle together he had sat on them. She wasn't going to take a chance of him doing it again. "No. You don't get anything until after you give me the information that I want." Charlie said bluntly pulling his arm back. "I want to know how Snixx got into that building and I want to know how she would unload something that hot?" Charlie asked. Tracking down the statue that Snixx had stolen seemed to be her only chance at catching Snixx now.

"I don't know." Jacob whined, glancing around nervously. He didn't want anyone to know that he worked for the cops, they might get the mistaken impression that he was some sort of snitch. "You think if I knew how she was getting into secure buildings like that I'd be here? I mean something like that doesn't just go to a pawn shop, it probably goes to some super-secret auction or something that is way above my paygrade."

"Or something?" Charlie presses keeping a firm grip on his wrist. She had thought about that, and if she was on better terms with her family she would know where to look for something of the sort. "You know all sorts of things Jacob, now start talking or I swear to god I will make sure that everyone here knows what you do to keep out of jail. Dead rats tell no tales or so I hear."

Jacob swallowed, droplets of sweat started to run down his face as he pulled at his collar. "Look, you didn't hear this from me. Like this can never come back to me, but I here there are some pretty big brokers that might work with Snixx. I mean that she might help acquire some pieces for their super rich clients that they have and they pay her a sort of finder's fee or something. So maybe start with the art brokers for the super wealthy and work from there. I mean the only one I know of is the Luhring Augustine Gallery. Only reason I know that is because is I hear that the person working there is sexy as hell."

Charlie chewed the inside of her cheek, that name sounded familiar but she really couldn't place it. It didn't matter, it was a lead, one that might not go anywhere but it was a plausible lead. She let go of Jacob Israel's wrist and opens the box of donuts. "Take one."

"What about the money?" Jacob asks as he grabs a donut from the box.

Charlie frowned but pulls open her wallet and takes out fifty dollars and offers it to him, "If the information is good or leads to something I'll give you the other half." If she remembered, that was.

Jacob scowls but grabs the money anyway. Next time he'd demand the money up front. He stuffs some of the donut into his mouth and studies Charlie carefully. "What's with you and donuts anyway? You trying to be a walking stereotype?"

Charlie's eyes narrow, "Get out of my car Jacob." She wasn't going to get that talk from him, she already had to deal with getting it from Rachel and her sisters. She waits until he leaves before pulling out her smartphone so she can find the address. "Luhring Augustine Gallery," she mumbles to herself typing it in. She's about to hit enter when her phone starts to vibrate in her hand and Rachel's name and face appears on the screen.

Charlie stares at the picture for a moment debating on simply ignoring it, all Rachel wanted to talk about was her mate. She didn't want to talk about Santana, in fact she was actively trying to forget about Santana. She finally decides to reject the call. She had already informed Rachel that she was seeing her confidential informant, she wanted to meet with this art broker before her lunch break ended. Getting all the way to West 24th street would be cutting it close, but it was a lead. She's about to start her car when her phone rings again, trust Rachel to call her multiple times to make sure she was alive. She wouldn't stop calling until she answered, which was unfortunate. "Rachel—bit busy right now."

'I'm your partner! You shouldn't be going off and meeting sketchy individuals all by yourself,' Rachel replied.

"Fine, if you want to get leered at by Jacob again, then fine. Remember how he asked you for your underwear last time? He'll probably think that he wants to see you again." Charlie teased, smirking she could hear Rachel shudder from here. "Anyway, what do you need Rachel, I'm sort of busy right now. Is there another case?"

'No, but I just wanted to know if you had reconsidered getting to know your mate. Charlie, I promise that if you give her a chance you'll—'

"Rachel, I already told you no. I don't know how many times I told you that the answer is no. Now I'm going to go follow a lead. I'll be back later, if Sue asks, tell her I'm talking to confidential informants." Charlie interrupted frowning. She was going to have to continue to avoid Rachel for as long as possible. "Bye, I'll probably be back later. If not start working on the jewelry thefts. I've made a few notes that you should look over and get back to me if you have any ideas. Bye." Charlie said abruptly and ended the phone call before Rachel could try again. She was very persistent and she had to wonder how long she could wait her out.

~ O ~

"I don't think it matches—do you think it matches Josh? Honestly, I think if we could get it in another color that would be best. Does it come in another color? Our sun room is a light blue color. We've just finished getting it redone and it needs something to tie the room together."

Santana closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before opening her eyes and smiling at the Coleman's. This wasn't a fancy car that came in multiple colors, it was a one of a kind painting done by a rather talented artist. It didn't come in light blue. She wants to rip into them, badly but instead she forces a smile onto her lips. "I'm sorry this is a one of a kind piece, no you can't just get it in a different color." All she needed to do was sell them the piece and then steal it later. This wasn't the Louvre.

Mrs. Coleman sighed at this news, her face scrunching up in distaste. "I suppose it might work in the fourth bathroom entryway, I mean it won't be as nice but it will have to do," she laughs at this.

Santana follows suit, laughing with Mrs. Coleman, if she had any doubts before they were now gone. This piece didn't belong in some disgusting bathroom. It belonged in a museum or at the very least somewhere where it could be viewed and appreciated. The Coleman's didn't deserve to have something that nice in their house. She would get Brittany to take a look at the layout of their house and start monitoring them. Taking this piece back would be like taking candy from a baby.

The door to the gallery opens and Santana turns to see who it is, sometimes people came in off the street to just look. She didn't personally like it but it wasn't her gallery. Though at this point she would welcome any distraction that would take her mind off how much she loathed her job sometimes. That hope was squashed when she spots Charlie.

It's striking how different Charlie and Quinn are. At least Quinn knew how to put on properly fitted clothing. Charlie's clothes seemed like she had grabbed the first thing off the rack—which was probably an accurate assessment of how Charlie shopped for clothes. It wouldn't kill the police officer to get it tailored so it fit better, after all Charlie did spend an obscene amount on donuts.

Josh Coleman immediately stepped between Charlie and his wife after taking in Charlie's appearance. There was a powdery white substance on her clothes that she seemed to be attempting to dust off her clothes. "I thought that this was a high-end place, does this place generally have problems with crack addicts? Get rid of her!" He didn't care if all of his work buddies came here to show off, he was willing to take his business elsewhere.

Santana groaned as Charlie looked up and looked around the room, as if she was looking for the crack addicts. "I'll handle it," she informs him bluntly before walking over to Charlie and grabbing her firmly by the elbow and leading her away from the Coleman's. She waits until they are out of earshot and turns on Charlie quickly, "Why the hell did you come here?" She hisses glancing over the Coleman's. She had probably lost the sale. "You know most normal people call before showing up at someone's place of work." She runs a finger along the powdery white stuff on Charlie's jacket. "And this—what the fuck is this? Have you been snorting cocaine?"

Charlie blinked and looked down at herself, "What? No, of course not. It's powdered sugar. I accidentally dropped my donut!" Charlie shook her head and peered at Santana. "Besides, you're one to talk. You came to my precinct and started saying that I racially profiled suspects. I just came to see if someone here knew the name of the best art broker in town. My confidential informant tells me that she's quite the looker."

A confidential informant? So that's how Charlie was always a step behind, they were going to need to run a tighter ship. This whole idea was already paying dividends, though now it meant that she had to deal with this mess carefully. "What questions?" She had hoped that Charlie had shown up to ask a few questions about her and maybe apologize for being such a prick but she seemed like a dog with a bone.

Charlie frowned at Santana's curious tone and hesitated for a moment, she had already told Santana far too much and she didn't want to give out any more intimate details of her case. "Look, I just need to ask a few questions. It's about the case that I'm working on—if you have a name or a phone number I could call?" Charlie prompted, she really needed to get back to work before Sue made her work overtime.

Santana stared at Charlie, the anger starting to bubble over again. She was already having a shitty day and here was her supposed mate making it worse instead of being romantic and offering her a foot rub and bringing her chocolates and flowers. "So, let me get this straight, Sherlock. Someone, a confidential informant tells you to come here to look for the best art broker in town even tells you that she's sexy as hell. So, you come here, and you see me talking to that lovely couple over there in front of some gorgeous pieces of art. Keep in mind he said that I was sexy as hell, which I am. So where does your mind go? At worst, you think I'm casing this place because I'm Latina. And to think that you got upset with me for accusing you of racial profiling. At best, you don't think I'm sexy as hell, and if that's the case you can go fuck yourself. You're a fucking asshole and quite possibly a bigot and you probably just lost me that sale. So, get out."

Charlie stares at Santana in shock before her cheeks flush a deep red in anger and embarrassment. "I am not—" She glances at the Coleman's this was not going well. "I am not a bigot," Charlie whispers loudly to Santana who looks very unimpressed. "Look, I didn't get a name and I didn't think that you knew anything about art." The moment that those words left her mouth she knew it had been the wrong thing to say, especially when Santana's glare turned deadly. She takes a step back, her shoulders slumping as she rubs the back of her neck. She should apologize, that would help. "Look, I'm sorry— can I just ask you a few quick questions? It's about the case I'm working. You've heard of Snixx the art thief?"

Santana rolled her eyes and glanced over at the Coleman's once more they looked impatient, but at this point she didn't care. "Of course, I have, who hasn't. I've also heard of the bumbling detective who hasn't been able to catch Snixx." Santana turns her attention back to Charlie, "Look, just ask your questions. I'm about to make a massive commission."

Charlie turns her attention to the Coleman's, they seemed reasonably dressed. It also explained how Santana made all her money. "I'll make it quick, have you ever handled stolen goods?" Charlie asked bluntly.

Santana stared at Charlie for a long moment keeping her face neutral, even though for one moment she had been afraid. Charlie was an idiot, and quite possibly a bigot. "No, I have never handled stolen goods," Santana replied tersely. "Now because I doubt you can repay my lost commission, without borrowing the money from your sister, I suggest you get the hell out of this gallery before you chase all my clients away."

"But, I had some more questions!" Charlie says stubbornly as she pats her pockets and finds her notepad and pen. She pulls it out getting some powdered sugar on the floor of the art gallery. She ignored the horrified look on Santana's face and flips open to an open page.

"Out!" Santana hisses at Charlie pointing at the door. Charlie doesn't move and Santana closes her eyes and counts to ten before opening them. "Get out before I call my big fancy lawyers, and make your life a living hell. Pretty sure that this constitutes as police harassment." Santana adds, snapping at Charlie who immediately flushed, hopefully in embarrassment, but at least she turned around and walked away. She needed to get in touch with Brittany immediately, they needed new identities as soon as possible. But first she needed to sell the Coleman's their painting and make a small fortune on commission.

~ O ~

'Calm down Santana, she probably doesn't actually know anything or suspect you. She's probably just trying to find a lead and is asking everyone to point her in the right direction. We're not going to go a non-extradition country. If you're worried about her catching onto you, then all you need to do is stop doing the big flash jobs Santana and just go back to stealing paintings you sell to idiots and then steal so you can sell it to people who actually appreciate it.' Brittany said in a bored tone as she went through Charlie's work computer. She was also rummaging through her personal computer at home. Well she was about to. She wondered what type of porn she looked at.

"I think we should go to China, or Nicaragua, or maybe Cuba—those are some of the good ones. We're going to need some fake papers. You know how to get them though right? We could always go back to France, they're not big on extradition either but there'd probably be too much temptation in France. Maybe Andorra, we haven't been there before." Santana said ignoring Brittany's advice. They needed to get out of dodge now. Because she wasn't going to jail. She glanced outside and frowned, "She's still out there Brittany."

'Santana, she hasn't even looked into you, she probably really just wants to find out what you know about the illegal art dealing world. Which you're not part of. So, tell her what you do know and you might get some of the more unsavory people out of the business.' Brittany said with a shrug as she started to work on Charlie's personal computer checking her browser history. The internet was for porn after all and she wanted to know all of her dirty little secrets.

Santana was quiet debating that for a long moment before making a quick decision. "I'm not a snitch Brittany," she reminded her.

Brittany hummed at this and was about to say something when she grinned jackpot. 'San she's your mate, if you're not going to snitch then just tell her you run a clean business and even offer to show her your books. Because you are clean.'

"You're right, I do have nothing to hide, she doesn't have any proof," Santana says with a smile. "Thanks Britt."

'No problem. Oooh that's kinky. I've got to go Santana. I'll see you when you get back.' Brittany said as she went back to looking at Charlie's porn. Santana was going to love sleeping with her.

Santana exhaled and got her jacket before locking up and leaving to where Charlie seemed to be talking on the phone with someone. Probably the hobbit.

"You could have told me, that she was an art broker, and don't make excuses about how you did! You knew I wasn't listening to you!" Charlie hissed into the phone. "Now how do I fix it so she'll help me?" Charlie asked. "Should I give her a donut—or take her to get coffee?"

Santana cleared her throat, "Or you could take me some place nice and buy me a drink," Santana said. She wasn't much of a drinker but it might actually loosen Charlie's tongue a bit so she could find out exactly where Charlie was in her investigation.

Charlie turned to look at Santana and blinked at this and then looked at her phone and ended the call. "Look I'm sorry about before, I've been trying to catch Snixx for a very long time and I get super focused. I didn't mean to imply that you were some thief or that you weren't beautiful, you are—I'm not some racist or bigot. I don't racially profile people. I see now how our conversation could lead you to think that I may be racially profiling you." Charlie rubbed the back of her neck. "I'm not though and I'm sorry that I nearly cost your commission."

"They were uncultured idiots, I still landed the sale." Santana said dismissively. "Next time I suggest not showing up dressed like that with powdered sugar on you looking like you're addicted to cocaine. You also owe me an expensive drink, for having to deal with you being an asshole Sherlock. I know a place nearby." Santana peered into Charlie's car which was a mess and crinkled her nose. "We'll take my car."

Charlie frowned at this, "How about I just follow you in my car?" Charlie offered and Santana shrugged.

"Probably for the best, I don't like people eating in my car or leaving powdered sugar everywhere." Santana said walking towards her car.

~ O ~

Charlie stared at the drink menu, and glanced at Santana who already seemed to know what she wanted, she bit her lip. Fifteen dollars for a drink was ridiculous. She didn't even spend that much on a pitcher of beer at the cop bar that she went to on occasion. That was like top-shelf prices. "I'm still technically on duty, so I should probably just have a water," Charlie said closing the small menu and pulling out her credit card.

"Of course." The bartender said. "That'll be twenty-five for the Three Days and five dollars for the water," he said taking her credit card and ignoring the bug-eyed look that Charlie was giving him. This was not a cheap place and she was lucky she even got in wearing what she was wearing.

Santana watched Charlie who seemed to be counting pennies in her head, "For someone who spends fifty dollars on donuts, I'm surprised you're worried about drink prices. If you need me to spot you I can."

Charlie rubbed her head, that drink had better have gold flakes on the top. Or something for the price she was paying for it. "I can afford it," she said with a small shrug. But if Santana had a few more she was going to blow her budget for the month, she'd be forced to go to Dunkin Donuts or somewhere equally terrible and buy the cheap donuts. "Um, so you're an art broker?"

"And you're a cop and an asshole who made no attempt to call me and just showed up at my workplace unannounced," Santana said. "I don't care if you're my mate I'm not helping you."

"You showed up at my work unannounced—and then proceeded to insult me and say that I was a bigot in public." Charlie fires back.

"Yes, well you denied that you were my mate, you called me a whore, implied that I was a criminal, racially profiled me twice in one day—do you need me to continue because you are making a shitty impression and you aren't doing anything to help disprove my point." Santana said smiling at the bartender who handed her a drink and then handed Charlie hers.

Charlie eyed the drink, five dollars and they couldn't even spare a lemon wedge. "Okay so I was the bigger asshole. I'm sorry. Can we start again?" Charlie asks.

"Not until you tell me what your problem is with me," Santana said taking a sip of her drink. "Don't deny it, you do have a problem with me and I want to know what it is."

"You're clothes that you wear." Charlie says bluntly and then crinkles her nose when she realizes that could be taken badly. "I mean you—you're a very beautiful woman—and your clothes are very nice—and you really don't look like a whore. I was just being a dick—it's just," this wasn't really going well and Charlie sighed. It was best to stop trying to find the right words because she was probably going to offend Santana anyway. "Look—I get it you have money. But all I see is you flashing it every single time. The cars, the clothes—all the labels. It's like you're hiding behind the clothing and the expensive stuff and that's all I can see. Like you think you're better than me because, I don't wear nice clothing like you do."

Santana stared at Charlie annoyed at her, "I like nice things sue me. Would it kill you to look past the clothes?"

"Well I would, but you're not making it easy. You think I'm just some dumbass cop," Charlie says defensively.

Santana sniffed and lifted her drink and put it to her lips taking another snip. This was true she did think Charlie was a dumbass cop. Nothing Charlie had done had actually disproven that notion. "I think all cops are dumbasses, so you probably shouldn't be offended. The good news is that I don't think you're just a dumbass cop anymore. I also think you're an inconsiderate asshole. Oh, by the way according to you, you're not my mate so I don't even know why we're having this conversation."

Charlie's nose crinkles at that and she sighs and pulls up her shirt and manages to pull her pants down just a bit to show Santana her name on her body. "You're my mate," she mutters under her breath.

Santana smirks. "What was that?'

"You're my mate!" Charlie says grumbling and pulling her shirt back in order. She flushes annoyed. If she was an ignorant asshole then Santana was a bitch and she really didn't like her. But she needed her help to catch Snixx and she needed to suck it up. Once Snixx was in custody she would never have to cross paths with Santana again.

Santana smiles and finishes her drink and places it down on the coaster neatly. "Well that's good to know, the offer still stands call me whenever you get your head out of your ass. I'm going home."

Charlie immediately got up, "Look I get it we don't like each other. But I do need help catching Snixx so any information that might be helpful—I'll be eternally grateful. If I could call so you could help by consulting on cases that I may need your help with."

Santana frowned at this, "Like I said call me you ever get your head out of your ass."

That was probably a yes and Charlie was about to nod when she remembered that she had thrown away Santana's card. "Can I get another one of our cards?"

"No, those cards are for clients and I paid a premium for these. So, no you can't just have another one." Santana snapped at Charlie and then frowned. "What happened to the one that I gave you?"

Charlie thought quickly. "Rachel stole it." It didn't see that Santana believed her and Charlie fished out her phone and held it out for Santana. "Maybe you can just put it in here?"

Santana eyed the phone, well maybe Brittany would be able to monitor her whereabouts on her phone. "You are not as smooth as you think you are," Santana informed Charlie bluntly and took the phone entering her digits and then texting herself. "There. Remember. Head out of ass." With that Santana walked out of the bar.

Charlie stared at Santana's back for a moment and was about to leave when she remembered she had a five-dollar glass of water on the bar. She turns and drinks her drink quickly. It didn't taste any different from tap water and she sighed. She must have definitely done something wrong in her past life, she just wanted a nice easy life now it was all complicated.