I do not own Glee or any of the original characters, it all belongs to RIB and Fox. Anyone you don't recognise are my own creations.
Thank you for all of the kind words regarding this story, I love writing it so I'm glad you all like reading it :)
Some questions will be answered in this chapter but the story still has a long way to go so there will be more questions popping up as well
R&R hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 8
Brittany rushes over to Rachel, pulling her into a cautious hug, mindful of her injured arm. Matt backs out of their living quarters as Santana and Quinn silently join the other two women, the four adults and the small child joined for a moment In a large hug before the two blondes take action, leading Rachel to the couch. Brittany hands Michael to Santana and runs to grab a first aid kit. The Latina holds the two year old boy close to her body, placing a gentle kiss into his black curls and softly running her thumb across his tanned cheek. She notices Matt lingering just outside the open door and she walks outside to talk to him, her eyes questioning.
"We got separated" the man states and the Latina realises just how beaten up Matt looks. "She said she didn't know who took her and where she was because they covered her face. She turned up at the meeting point six hours later and with a messed up arm" Matt explains.
"Michael?" Santana asks, her hands roaming the child's limbs, searching for injuries.
"I fought my way out with him after I realised there was no way I could help Rachel, I got the impression that it wasn't him that they were after, there was no real effort to take him. I have no idea how she got away but I'm glad she did" the man states. "I'm sorry for letting you down, ma'am" he adds.
"You didn't let me down" the Latina responds, her eyes focused on Michael. "Thank you Matt" she adds, surprising the guard by using his first name. "Go get yourself checked out" the woman states as another guard appears, positioning himself outside his bosses' living quarters. Santana nods to the guard as she walks back into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her and making the decision to never let Michael from her sights again. Quinn looks up as her wife enters the livingroom, finishing wrapping the bandage around Rachel's arm before walking over to the latina. She cups Michael's face in her hands, kidding his forehead lovingly then doing the exact same thing to his mother.
"Cortez won't find him here" Quinn states simply, reassuringly. "Rachel explained what happened" she adds.
"Rutherford told me" Santana nods, "We'll talk about it later, she looks exhausted" she then says, Brittany over hearing and helping a tired Rachel stand up, gesturing to the other women that she's taking the petite brunette into the bedroom. "Are you okay?" the latina asks her wife, looking deep into hazel eyes and searching her face. "You seem distracted"
"Yeah, I'm good. It's been a long few days, I'm not so much distracted as I'm tired" Quinn replies, her face an unreadable mask. Santana's brow furrows, a nagging feeling at the back of her mind that Quinn isn't telling her everything. "I think I'm gonna go to bed too, you coming?" the blonde asks.
"I'm still a little wired, I'll be there soon" the latina tells her, kissing her pink lips gently. She watches as Quinn disappears into the bedroom. Santana dims the lights, settling onto the sofa, Michael now asleep in her arms that are firmly wrapped around him as she looks down at his peaceful face. She thinks back to what Matt said, the people who took Rachel weren't interested in Michael so it definitely couldn't have been Cortez, he was only interested in Michael and as far as he and his men were concerned, Rachel was dead. Why would anyone want to take Rachel, the latina can't make any sense of it, maybe it would make more sense once they speak to the diva. Santana leans down to press a gentle kiss to Michael's forehead, watching his face as he sleeps, the toddler's face looking almost thoughtful as he dreams. She briefly wonders if Quinn is thinking the same thing, her wife definitely had other things on her mind, she knows her well enough to recognise when the blonde is worrying.
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Detective Schuester uses his gloved hand to turn the door handle of the women's private living quarters, surprised to find the door unlocked. He swings the door open, pulling his gun out of it's holster and unclipping the safety, ready to shoot if he needs to as he steps over the threshold. Listening carefully and keeping his eyes peeled, he motions for the officers behind him to follow. The officers swarm around the apartment, kicking open the doors to each room, their shouts confirming that the place is empty and Schuester sighs as he walks to the bedroom, the signs of their rushed exit showing around the room. The metal safe is still wide open and as he expects, it's empty. The half empty walk-in closet has clothes hangers laying on the floor after the items they held were ripped from them in the womens' haste to pack, the bed unmade from that morning. He notices a flash of silver in amongst the clothes, pushing the designer jackets out of the way, he finds a doorknob. Will groans as the hidden door refuses to budge, calling an officer into the closet with him, he stands back as the younger man kicks it down after several attempts.
"Get Figgins" Will barks to the officer as his eyes widen in surprise at the contents of the room. Stepping inside, he takes in what is clearly the bedroom for a young child, the neutral cream walls leaving him in the dark as to the gender. He runs a gloved finger along the edge of the crib that sits in the corner of the bedroom, the stripped back sheets lay tangled at the foot of the mattress, a green pacifier lying abandoned amongst them.
"William" Figgins greets as he steps into the hidden nursery. "A child's bedroom? None of them have children" the man states in confusion as his eyes roam the room. He walks over to the dresser, pulling the drawers out and finding them empty, the antique toy chest also barren. "Kidnapping?" he suggests and Will shakes his head.
"Look around Figgins, look at the care put into turning this into a child's room" Schuester states, gesturing at the individual stencils the borders around the room. "No, one of these woman have to been pregnant, this is a child that they consider a part of their family" he adds.
"There are no hospital records of Fabray or Lopez having a child, all the background checks for their employees say nothing about any of them having a family. Rachel Berry was the only one that even had parents, everyone else who came here had no-one to miss them" Figgins states, his brow furrowing as he glances at his partner.
"These woman are powerful and have the money to cover their tracks if they wished to have a child. The question is why, why would women like Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez want to be parents? We've spent months building our case against them and found nothing that confirms they even have souls" Schuester spits, "There's more going on here than we think, the amount of bullet casings in the yard looks like there was an all out battle going on out there, we've barely scraped the surface of the activities that go on here" Both men look up as an officer, a different one from before, appears in the doorway.
"The forensics team just called, the blood found downstairs belongs to a Sam Evans, an ex FBI agent" Figgins nods and the officer leaves them alone in the room.
"That's another thing that doesn't make sense, these woman are smart...the only evidence left behind is untraceable, why would they leave the pool of blood? Why would an ex FBI agent be inside the building? It's almost like they wanted us to find the blood, I don't like this" Will concludes. "Did you find any evidence of Rachel Berry being here recently?" he asks suddenly, Figgins shaking his head gravely.
"If she got on the wrong side of these women then I think it's safe to assume that we won't even find her body and the same thing will happen to our inside man" the dark skinned man sighs.
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The wheels of his dirt bike sprays mud onto the once shiny vehicle as he speeds across the fields in the dead of night, his head whipping around to make sure he is alone when he reaches the edge of the field. Killing the engine, he jumps off of the bike and wheels it to the old abandoned barn that sits there, a shadow of it's former glory, the wood starting to rot and the roof half caved in. He flicks the kick stand down with the heel of his boot once he is inside the old building, eyes darting around for signs of life.
"Puck" the man spins around at the sound of his name, a grin spreading on his face at the sight of his friends.
"You did good Evans" Noah states, closing the gap between them to shake the other man's hand. "Santana doesn't know a thing, Anderson broke the news when they arrived, Brittany was devastated though" he adds and the blonde man frowns as he thinks about the young woman. The mohawked guard takes his backpack off and hands it to Sam. Everything you'll need is in there, maps, food, clothes, a tent. You'll also need this" Puck states, handing over a hand-gun.
"Thanks" Sam murmurs. "This is gonna work, right?" he asks, looking genuinely nervous for the first time since Puck had met him.
"It's already working, most people think you're dead. Get some sleep, you look like crap" Noah tells him with a small smirk. "I'll try and get out here again before we do this thing, just stay calm and wait. Be careful Sam" Puck slaps his hand on his friend's back and walks over to his dirt bike.
"You too" the blonde man replies as Puck pushes the bike out of the barn, listening as the engine roars to the life and the bike gradually fades into the distance. This is only the beginning.
So I though I'd give you a longer chapter than usual since you guys are being really patient. Thank you for reading and feel free to drop me a review to let me know what you think :)
