Ahhh, I love Sue. We tried getting the P. of lots of characters.
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Sue's
Dear Diary,
The whole school is going crazy. Even the object of my obsessive insulting, William Schuester, is seemingly depressed. I can't make him miserable when he is already miserable! How can I go on like this? And no Diary, I am not being dramatic. No one makes hum miserable but ME!
My office door was forced open and two men walked in, both clad in identical plain black suits.
"Sue Sylvester," the first spoke," Come with us."
"Now why would I do that?" I placed my pen down, removing my glasses with an evil glare to ensure that they knew I meant business. He held up his badge. Apparently I was supposed to be impressed that he worked for the FBI.
"If you refuse to come with us, Misss Sylvester, I have permission to arrest you straight away," he spoke calmly.
"Oh fine then!" I moaned, standing up to follow him. We made it to a car, where I was made to sit in the back. Once inside, the uglier of the two men retrieved a blindfold from the glove compartment, reaching up to place it on my face.
"Don't you dare," I growled.
"It would be in your best interest if you didn't say anything."
I didn't like this guy at all, but reluctantly let him tied it around my eyes. I know that I'm wasn't supposed to know where they're head Quarters is or anything, but that was just ridiculous. When the vehicle finally stopped, I was jolted forward, a hand stopping me from completely whacking my face on the back of the chair.
Much to my annoyance, I was pulled through more and more hallways. A door was opened, and immediately the smell of perfectly groomed, product drowned hair came towards me.
"Schuester" I said bluntly. I felt someone fumbling with the blindfold, letting it fall from my eyes. Like I'd guessed, William sat in a seat, looking more guilty than usual ... maybe he'd been caught stealing from his salon.
"What are you doing here Sue?"
"Well, William, I could ask you the same thing," I sat down directly opposite him, noticing the men had not disappeared.
"I'd just had the most gruelling interrogation. I was exactly like on TV, or that time I'd tried to find out who'd made the glist in glee club," he slid down in his chair," It was about Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes. I still can't believe they're missing.
"Hold the water works William. This," I pointed to my track suit," is designer and I don't want your self-pitying tears all over it."
"Do you think they're still alive? It's been weeks," he ignored my comment, though his question caught me by surprise. After all, I did actually care about the children, sometimes.
"I don't know," I replied quietly," All we can do is wait and see."
In the span of an hour, the parents of the missing kids had trickled in and sat down, each giving us a confused look. They appeared as though none of them had actually gotten any sleep. Mr Grab-and-drag (my new nickname for the detective) entered with two other buffoons in monkey suits.
As soon as they began to speak, I could tell that they had bad news to bring.
"The Government feel that you deserve to know the reason why your children have been taken and why you," he glanced over at a guy with strange glasses," are missing a partner. But before that, we need to question Miss Sylvester quickly."
Mr Schuester's P.O.V
The man finished speaking, I think he was called Tim, an lead Sue out of the room. I knew that they wouldn't question the parents. They'd become too hysterical and in comprehensive during the entire process. As much as I despised Sue sometimes, I knew that she had nothing to do with this. She may be evil, but she's got to have a heart somewhere deep down.
She came back in around ten minutes, a look of complete annoyance on her face. The man reappeared in the doorway.
"Okay, so I'm going to be straight with you, the situation is not good," he turned to Rachel's dad again," Mr Berry, were you aware that your partner is a top government intelligence spy?"
Mr Berry shifted in his seat before nodding, probably realising why he'd been killed.
"Well, we've been wagtching these men for a few years now, and they must have caught him, or found out where he lives," he paused," They killed him."
I could now see that Mr Berry was crying, though Tim wasn't finished yet," And we are almost certain that it was at this time when your daughter came home, accompanied by Miss Fabray and Miss Jones. They must have witnesses the whole murder and because they did, they've been taken as hostages. We have no idea where they are, but a few days ago, we were sent a video-"
"And you didn't show us! Their parents!" Mrs Jones exclaimed.
"No. The contents is too distressing," Tim replied, obviously trying to keep his cool.
"I want to see it," Mr Berry said defiantly," Just so I know that my baby girl is alive."
All the parents, heck even Sue and I, nodded in agreement.
Tim sighed, turning on a TV which was stuck to the wall," Very well then."
