(Quinn POV)

After I got out of the car and climbed back up the hill, I walked back home. When I got there I realized that Rachel took my car and I now had to walk to Santana's.

When I got there I banged on the door and prayed she was home. A muffled "I'm coming came from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"

"Open up"

She finally got the door "What the hell happened to you?"

"My wife" I opened the storm door and let myself inside. I walked around her kitchen table while she finished dinner. "She tried to kill me!"

"At least she was a man about it, she's a bigger badass than Puck was. My point is, being commited sucks, someone's feelings get hurt and you both feel like shit. Right now I'm great, I got dates all the time, I just woke from from a thing."

"You live with your mom"

"That happens to be the only person I've ever trusted."

"It's unbelievable"

"I know what you're thinking, I know exactly what you're thinking. If she lied about that what else has she lied about. Her job is a spy to get information about people, french riviera, the yacht, an Iranian prince, she's supposed to get close to him and gain his trust. It's disgusting."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"This whole thing was probably planned from the beginning. Operation stake out Quinn, a six year stakeout to get information about you. Mission accomplished."

I sat there thinking of the information she could've gotten on me. "Q, I know you're embarrassed, but hey its me, Santana that you're talking to. The guys we work with, they'll never know, I won't tell them. I mean the people she works with probably got a big laugh over this over the past six years, so what? Who cares? Thats not important. Its like one hundred and fifty pages of a book have been written, in the first hundred and fifty pages Quinnie has been a clown. You can write the last ten pages, you've been smoked, but you can write the last ten pages."

I walked out of her kitchen and headed for the door, determined to end that bitch once and for all. "Great talk"

I turned around and grabbed his gun "I'm gonna borrow this, I 'll do it in the morning." I decided that a rest would probably be beneficial in this case.

"Night Q" Santana left me with a blanket on the couch to sleep away my worries.

"Night S"

"Night mama"

(Rachel POV)

"My wife is the enemy!" I walked into the office thankful Brittany was working late.

"What? Your wife is the shooter? That's impossible."

I took a sip from the shot glass she handed me "Really?"

Brittany leaned on one of the poles staring at me "Okay, here's the upside, you don't love her."

"No"

"You'll kill him, and nobody's better than that than you are." I took another long sip. "And then it will be over." I nodded and re-filled my glass. "I have to go, Artie is waiting at home." She gathered up her belongings and started up the stairs. "Are you okay?"

"Yep"

"Alright, good night"

"Night" God, I hope I don't actually love her.

People started coming into the office at nine, we packed the necessities and drove over to the house in two black vans. I opened the door and walked in with a coffee in my hand and sunglasses on, working off my hangover. The girls followed and soon scattered around the house.

After swallowing some tylenol I walked upstairs to see what they were doing. As I turned the corner I saw that one of the girls was tearing apart the bear I won at the fair. I almost stopped her, I was proud of the bear, but I decided that I better just let her do her job, so I continued on to the master bedroom.

Three women were watching my wedding video, I had nothing embarrassing on the tape but it was personal and I didn't want them watching it. "What is this?"

"Looks like your wedding"

"It is, what are you doing?"

"Background on the target"

"This room is wraps" I honestly don't know why I was so emotional over the room, yes we have had sex in it, but it never meant anything, or at least I didn't think it did.

I watched the rest of the tape, unable to turn it off. When it was finished I grabbed the bear from the other room along with a bag of garbage and brought it to the curb.

My team was carrying cases of papers out, to be brought to the office and examined.

(Quinn POV)

I knocked on Martin's door knowing that if someone was with me, Rachel wouldn't try anything. "Howdy neighbor"

"Hey Quinn"

"I need some help with something, can you come over?"

"Yeah sure, no problem" he took his apron off and followed me across his lawn and my driveway. I peaked through the windows and let him in first, as a shield I guess.

"Wow, I can't believe I've never been in here before, this is great"

"Let's start with the living room"

"Oh I love the floors, what are they? Teak?"

"Red oak, Martin, red oak" I was just fucking with him, they were actually Teak. I cautiously walked though the house checking for any forms of life.

"And you won the golf master's trophy this year, again" What kind of lesbian would I be if I didn't play golf?

"That will be sitting on your mantle next year" I scanned the rest of the house finding nothing. "Oh, I think Rachel fixed the thing already, you can go."

"Oh, bye then" He left and I immediately went out to my tool shed. The door was ajar and every thing had been messed up. I opened the trap door leading to my secret room, hoping that she didn't find it. She did, and everything was gone! Fuck, that's what I get for marrying some random chick that I met in Colombia.

(Rachel POV)

Everyone was busy looking through papers when we got back. "Hey Rach"

"Yeah?"

"I found Quinn"

"What do you mean?"

"She's here, in the building." Just as we started scanning, he called.

"I though I told you not to bother me at the office honey?"

"Well you are still Mrs. Fabray, Careful Rach, I can push the button anytime, any place."

"Baby you couldn't find the button with both hands and and a map." The scan was almost done.

She chuckled "Last warning, you need to disappear."

"No"

"Now"

"You really expect me to roll over and play dead?"

"You should be used to it after five years of marriage."

"Six, and I'm not leaving"

"Uh huh, anywhere, anytime" The scan found him in the air vents just above the office.

"Evacuate, Plan C" I said to everyone in the room. There was a blur of movement was papers were blown up and hard drives wiped.

The grapples slid out of the wall and we hooked them up, I let the rest of them go first as I wanted to see the look on Quinn's face when she realizes that I'm just that much better than her.

Seconds later she busted though the office ceiling and aimed a gun at me. I smiled and took off over the expanse of open air that was between my building and the next.

I teetered on the edge once I let go of the grapple and turned to look back at her leaning in the window frame. "Chicken shit!"

"Pussy!"

(Quinn POV)

Santana was standing in her living room with a gun when I got back. "So how'd it go?"

"She was there one moment and gone the next, I guess I could've hit her."

"You're telling me you had a shot at her and you didn't take it? All I'm trying to say to you Q, is that we got all this stuff here, and you're trying to tell me you couldn't take her out? Now she's a problem for both of us." she used the gun to open a curtain. "Now my house is priority one."

"Give me a hand will ya?" I started going though the burnt remains of Rachel's papers.

"Alright they gave you forty eight hours, what do we have left here? twenty three? twenty two?"

"Eighteen"

"You got eighteen hours before they pull the plug on both of you?"

"Santana?" her mother called from upstairs.

She almost fired it "Mom! We are under high alert here! I almost killed you right then, you do not even realize!"

"Never mind"

"I am so done playing games with this broad, you gotta take this bitch out head on."

"Don't tell me how to handle my wife."

"At this point she's not the wife, she's the enemy, and she could be outside right now!"

"S, got it" I held up a piece of paper with one of the companies I work with, logo on it.

The next day I went down to the building lot and while I was in the elevator on my way up it stopped working. "This is security, there seems to be a problem with your elevator mam. Do you want an engineer to come up and take a look at it?"

"Take your time, I'm really quite comfortable"

"But are you really comfortable?" She changed her voice but because of the way she said that I knew it was Rachel.

"Rach, is that you sweetheart?"

"First and last warning Quinn, get out of town."

I looked up into the camera that I knew she was watching "You know I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh well so you say, right now you're stuck in a steel box hanging over nothing but air."

"Oh so this is a trap? It's never going to work, It's never going to work because you constantly underestimate me"

"Do I?"

"You have no Idea who I am. You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Well back at you baby"

"Lemme guess, shake charge on the counter balance cable, and on the primary and secondary breaks, maybe?"

"Did you also get the base charge of the principle cable?" I looked around pretending to be worried, "Promise to leave town or i'll blow it."

"Okay, I give up, blow it."

"What?"

"Go on blow it"

"You think I won't"

"Honey I know you won't" I said stressing the know.

"Okay, five, four, any last words Quinn?"

"The new curtains are hideous."

"Good bye Quinn" I heard a banging from somewhere in the building. She actually would've killed me right then and there.

I took down the camera I stole from the now broken elevator. I fished paper and a pen out of my bag and wrote a note telling Rachel to meet me at a restaurant. I handed the note to a young construction worker and told him to give it to her.