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CHAPTER 6: (part II)

December 16th, 2031

Alpharetta, GA

12pm

Officer Roberts didn't know what to do. He was new to this job, and this was his first case on a missing person, though he was handling everything rather well, if you ask him. He looked around the wide living-room and whistled. These women sure were living the good-life. He sat on the red bean bag and closed his eyes. What he'd do to have a house like this…

"What are you doing?" He opened his eyes to see Jennifer Sims, a technician brought in to recover fingertips and footprints, or any other evidence helpful to the case. She'd just come from the basement. "You know that the way you're behaving is completely inappropriate, right?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Control a hold of yourself, Sims. I was just relaxing. It has been a long morning."

The young woman scoffed.

"Well, if you don't get a hold of things, things will turn nasty. There's a child missing here, Officer. And there are parents, uncles, a little brother, completely clueless of her whereabouts. So just find her!" The woman snapped. The other man smirked.

"Is this case bothering you, Sims? Cause I wouldn't mind talking to the Deputy and ask him to remove you from the case."

"Fuck you." The young woman retorted, not feeling a bit intimidated by Roberts degrading demeanor. Roberts was about to answer when Quinn showed up.

"Here." She said with her voice cold as ice. "Have this picture; it's a recent one."

Officer Roberts looked at the picture and nodded.

"This one's perfect, Mz. Fabray." Quinn consented.

"I apology for my wife and I." Quinn spoke, her voice slightly softer at the mention of Rachel "This has been really difficult…surreal, even."

"That's very understandable, ma'am." Quinn looked to see a younger woman – the lab technician.

"I hear you're asking for a detailed description?"

"That is correct. If you could provide anything to announce in newscasts."

"Of course." Quinn sniffled. "She has blonde hair, hazel eyes…when we measured and weighed the kids yesterday, she's 3'10'' and 47 lbs. she has a birth mark on the side of her neck with the shape of a waxing crescent. I…I don't know what more you want me to say…the last time we saw her, she was wearing a light blue pajama sweater and white pants filled with smiling stars…" Quinn started to break down again, when the doorbell rang.

The blonde woman headed towards the door and opened it. Santana and Brittany were at the door. The Latina's eyes were dark and angry; the blonde's, filled with tears and her lips were trembling.

The moment Quinn stepped aside to welcome her friends in, and felt her best friends' hugging and whispering comfort words to her hear, she really did break down. Her daughter was missing and she was powerless to make her come back.


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