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(Rachel POV)

I walked into the kitchen where Quinn was washing the only apple left, in the now broken sink. I tip toed across the glass covered floor to get a pitcher of juice from the fridge. I filled two broken glasses with juice for Quinn and I. We cut the apple and sat on the floor getting to know each other again.

"That vacation in Aspen, you left early why?" I asked.

"Jean Luc Gespar"

"Oh god, I wanted him"

"I got him" I pulled another cookie from the jar then passed it to her. "You didn't hear me the night the chopper dropped me off on our anniversary."

"No?" Why didn't I hear him?

"No?"

"Percussion grenades, I was partially deaf that night." I threw my feet on her lap.

"I'm slightly colorblind, retinal scarring"

"I can't feel anything in these three fingers" I held up the last three fingers on my right hand.

"Three ribs, broken eye socket, perforated ear drum."

"Do you ever have trouble sleeping after?"

"Nope"

"Yeah me neither" A stink bomb broke through the living room window, feet from where we were sitting. We crouch-ran to the kitchen where the laser sights from guns shone through the window. I signaled to her to go into the room behind her, but being her stubborn self she pulled me into the basement before I could protest.

She rummaged around in some boxes for guns, while I pulled on a pair of rubber boots and brought a pair over for her. "I had forty eight hours to take you out." she said while pulling out a couple guns.

"Same"

"Jesus where's their trust?"

"What do you expect?" She handed me the smaller gun "Why do I get the small gun?"

"You kidding me?"

"No" She grudgingly handed over the bigger one. I put a few packs of ammo in my boots. The basement door opened and we looked at each other then stood at the bottom step, guns raised, waiting to see what was at the door.

A robot made it's way down the three steps to the landing, turned its body, and dropped a bomb. Quinn kicked it under the fuel tank, I don't know why she thought that was a good place. We ran up the back stairs to the outside basement door and jumped out just as the house blew up. So much for the new curtains.

We stood looking at the pile of wood that used to be our house. "We need a car." I stated.

"Colemans" she broke through their garage window and we climbed inside. "They've had our barbecue set for months."

I climbed over the hood "I was never in the peace corps"

"What? No, I really liked that about you"

I threw a gym bag from the passenger seat "Maybe this honesty thing isn't such a great idea?"

"I didn't go to MIT"

"Really?"

"Notre Dame, Art History Major"

"Art?"

"History, is reputable"

"Okay" I pushed the garage door opener and we backed out and over a shooter.

She jumped out to grab his gun "These fuckers get younger every year"

We drove over the brooklyn bridge listening to some shitty song on the radio "I have to tell you, I've never really liked your cooking." She admitted honestly. "Its not your gift"

"Baby I never cooked a day in my life" She looked at me with confusion "I-Temptress cooked."

"Web of lies" she began singing to the song, "And I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all, making love" she turned and met my annoyed gaze. "I like it, deal with it"

I looked back to see a black car trailing us, when I turned to check my gun Quinn spoke "We got company"

"What?" I turned to see that now instead of one car there were three. "Shit" I climbed into the back of the van. "Baby hold still"

"Its called invasive driving sweetheart"

I smacked her with my gun "Hold still!" I pressed the button to open the trunk. Once it was open hockey equipment fell out and they began shooting at us.

"Its all over the place, how do you drive these things?" Quinn asked from the front.

I shut the trunk after being slammed into the side door "Honey let me drive"

"I got it"

"Move over, Move! I'm the suburban house wife sweetheart"

"Fine, go" Once we successfully switched spots she opened the side door and shot at the cars.

"They're bullet proof" I shouted.

"They're bullet proof" She opened the trunk again and ducked behind the seat. "Hey honey I should probably tell you, I was married once before"

I slammed on the breaks sending her flying to the front seat and the car behind us, under out back bumper. I started slapping her.

"Are you out of you mind?" she tried controlling my hands.

"You're whats wrong with me"

"It was a drunken Vegas thing"

"Oh thats much better, thats great" She climbed back behind my seat and hit the guy sticking his head out the sunroof with a golf club.

"Go, Go, Go" I drove off the car just as it blew up.

"Whats her name and social security number?"

"No, you're not going to kill her"

The remaining two cars sandwiched us so I pushed one off the road by driving though water barrels. I narrowly missed a semi as we tried to out run the other cars.

"You know sweetheart, you're being a bit hypocritical. Its not like you're some beacon of truth."

"Quinn my parents, they died when I was five, I'm an orphan."

"Who was that kindly fellow that gave you away at our wedding?"

"A paid actor"

She fired off a few more shots "I said I saw your dad on fantasy island"

"I know"

"You know, I don't even want to talk about it"

The cars were switching places behind us "You got them?"

"I got it"

"Anytime" She kept switching sides so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I spun the van around and shot at the two cars destroying them completely.

She stared at me in disbelief from the passenger seat. "We're going to have to redo every conversation we've ever had."

"I'm Jewish"

"I can't believe I bought my real parents to our wedding."

I watched Quinn as she met up with Santana at a small diner. "Jesus Q" Santana finished swallowing her eggs.

"Morning S"

"It's good to see you're okay, babe, tell me you got smart and you killed that lying bitch."

"This lying bitch?" She looked at me.

"I guess that was just wishful thinking, I'm sorry, Rachel its nice to see you"

"Santi, Santi focus please" She turned her gaze back on my wife. "We got problems"

"You got problems! Crack daddy got problems my friend, you two are smoked"

"Maybe"

"Maybe? Q they've got the entire agency gunning for ya, they probably got her agency gunning for you too."

"What about you?"

"Me"

"Where are you at?"

"Where am I at? I find myself dragging my feet this morning, I think you owe me a little money anyway." I glared at her. "We don't understand each other, I get that, but I don't need to get those looks from you. I've been in her life a long, long time."

"Hey, hey, hey" Quinn regained her attention "They blew up my house, shot up my wife, my own company"

"If she works for who the street says she works for, you're Macy's and Gimbles, she would be the WE channel and you would be what ever channel competes against the WE channel. You know what I'm saying? You following me?" She looked back and forth between us. "Quinn this is simple, once you two decide to get off the reservation, thats it! You're off the reservation."

"San, how bad?"

"How bad is it?" God did he really need to repeat everything? I don't understand how Quinn is friends with him.

"Yeah"

"You remember Canada?" Quinn let out a deep breath. "That was kid stuff compared to what you're up against"

"That was you?" I asked before Santana could finish.

"What was that?" she asked me. "What is that a turn on? Didn't she try to kill you with a car? Its not my business, I'm going to stay out of it. These are the facts, if you two separate from each other you got a shot, not a great shot, but you got a shot. You two stay together, you're dead. Unless you can find something that they want more than they want you."

Once we left the restaurant I called Brittany up on a pay phone. "Where is St. James?"

"Rachel?"

"Yes"

"Hold on for a second" there was a pause as she typed something in "Okay I got him, he's being held in sub basement D of the federal courthouse. High security, motion and thermal sensors, powers on a city grid. This is as far as we go Rachel"

"Thanks Brittany"

"Good luck Babe"