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Chapter 8: Hit me with your best shot

The two girls started to come down the stairs of Sugar Motta's building, still holding hands, when Rachel spoke "Wow, what is wrong with you? You went 100% stick and 0% sugar."

"Did you get the cigarette or not?" Santana asked simply, letting go of Rachel's hand.

"Yes! Of course I did!" the petite brunette replied.

"Then where is the problem? I also found a box of matches, from the Cheerios Club. We should go there" the detective stated before entering the apartment number 7.

Rachel watched the girl enter the apartment and quickly realised "Wait a minute… You do live here!"

"I told you that before" Santana said with a genuine smile.

The agent took a minute to look at Santana's apartment. Even if it was in a creepy neighbourhood and not really big, Rachel was surprised by how well it was decorated. The furniture was black and white, the walls painted in a dark red with some painting. The open kitchen was clean and well organized.

Santana was washing her hands in the kitchen sink when she realised the room was silent, something that never happened when Rachel is near. She turned her attention to the petite brunette and said "What? You don't like it?"

"No, it's just… I wasn't picturing your apartment like that, you know" Rachel explained, making Santana raised her eyebrow.

"You pictured my apartment?" the raven-haired girl teased.

"Yes… No! I mean… Is that your family?" asked the agent, pointing at a picture on the fridge to change the subject.

One the picture, we could see Santana on the left, next to her parents and behind them, there were Javier, Maria her little sister, and Felix, her second brother.

"You all look nice" Rachel said kindly.

The officer shrugged "Yeah, whatever… Do you want something to eat? I have some meatballs."

"No thanks" Rachel replied disgusted.

"It's not like there's poison in it you know. It's some leftovers so I already ate that and I'm still here" Santana defended.

"No it's not that. It's just, I am vegan so…" the smaller girl explained.

"Oh sorry" replied sheepishly Officer Lopez.

They fell into a comfortable silence while Rachel continued to look around. "You know, you should put some locks on your door. It's not really a peaceful neighbourhood; someone could come and attacked you"

"Are you worried for me Berry?" Santana replied with a smirk "Thanks, but you know…" she walked next to a cabinet "No one will be coming here coz they know I keep this thing fully stocked" finished the girl, opening a cabinet full a weapons.

To say Rachel was surprised by the view would be an understatement. There were rifles, knives, handguns, grenades, ammunition and even a rocket launcher.

"Oh my god, wow!" Rachel said.

"Hells yeah! This one, the rocket launcher, my favourite" explained the Latina, with the excitement of a kid at Christmas.

"You have all this in your house, isn't it dangerous?" The agent asked worriedly, taking one of the grenades in her hand.

"No, not if you touch the g…" Santana stopped dead in her track, looking at the old grenade in Rachel's hand with panic "Holy shit Berry! Put that back, it's old and tricky."

"What!" replied the brunette with wide eyes "Why do you have it in your house then!?" she yelled.

"It's a gift" Santana shouted back "Now, put it back, slowly".

Rachel slowly put back the grenade in the cabinet and made her way out of the apartment "Just when I thought she wasn't that crazy…" she mumbled under her breath.


Rachel and Santana were at the FBI Building, waiting in an office for the DNA results on the cigarette and matches.

"So…" started Santana "You usually think about what the apartment of your co-workers looks like or…"

"Just drop it already Santana" Rachel said with embarrassment, just when Agent Noah Puckerman, who did the connexion between the Boston and New-York Office entered the room.

"So beautiful ladies, here's the DNA results from the matches and the cigarette butt you got from Sugar. We found 2 sets of prints" Puckerman explained "The first on, a real nut job: reckless driving, assault, arson…" Noah stopped suddenly when the criminal record of Santana appeared on the screen "Oh my god…"

"Really Santana!" Rachel exclaimed.

"What?" the detective asked without turning a hair "And who the fuck is this guy?"

"He is my assistant"

"You know, I'm an Agent right?" asked Puckerman confused, trying to show his badge.

"Arson?" the petite brunette insisted.

"It was a drug house!" the officer defended herself.

"I really feel the need to finish reading your file Santana, because this is just, wow" declared Rachel, shaking her head in disbelief.

"And I feel the need for you to stay out of my business before I punch you in the nose, Midget!" the raven-haired girl snapped.

They stared at each other before Rachel continued "What about the other set of print?"

Noah showed the picture of a man on screen "Brody Weston, a local businessman who has some businesses in the black market and prostitution. He is also the co-owner of the Cheerios Club."

"Could you show me more pictures please" asked Agent Berry, looking at the picture of a blond man in a deep conversation on his phone "If he is always on the phone, can we track it?"

"It's a prepaid phone. He buys a new one every 2 weeks" Agent Puckerman answered.

"We should put a bug on Donkey face's phone. I wanna know what he's doing" Santana offered.

"Yes! Noah please, order us a bug. We'll do it ourselves" Rachel said with confident.

"You know hot babe, if you wanna bossing me around, you can at least buy me dinner first" Noah replied cockily.

"No" stated the petite brunette before leaving his office.

Santana chuckled "Wow dude, you have no game!"

"Bitch please. I'm Puckausorus, I am the game!" He stopped to ogle Santana "But if you want a ride…"

"Nope, definitely not gonna happen Fuckerman! You don't have the good tools for auntie Tana" the Latina replied.

"Oh … Oh!" realisation stroke him "So you just think you could do a better job with the hot Jew?" Puckerman questioned with a smile.

"She already came to my apartment, so… I guess I can" the detective replied with the huge pride smile on her face, before leaving the agent in his daydreams.