When she woke up all she saw was white walls and all she heard was the beeping noises from machines. It took her a few minutes to adjust to her surroundings, the last thing she remembered was throwing herself at Brittany across the room.
Still all she could make out were white walls as her senses started to come back to her, and then she noticed the intravenous in her arm. Then the smell hit her and she knew exactly where she was, and she automatically started to hate it. Her and hospitals never seemed to agree with one another which wasn't always a good thing because it always seemed that she was on the worse end of the relationship.
Once she had fully come to her senses she reaffirmed what she had already speculated, that she was in a C.I.A hospital. How she got there she wasn't entirely sure but for now she was glad she was somewhere safe. Her eyes were stilly fuzzy and she hated it, whatever medicine they had her on was definitely strong.
"Santana?" She looked beside her and there sat her boss. She immediately shot up, which caused made her dizzy and a sharp pain made its way up her side. Broken Ribs.
"I can explain, I know I shouldn't have," the women held up her hand.
"We can talk about that later right now I'm your godmother worried about my goddaughter, I can be your boss when you get your strength back." Nodding Santana leaned back in her bed.
"G-ma?"
"Yes sweetie?"
She took a deep breathe. "I love you." It wasn't something they got to say often but when they did it meant a lot to both of them.
"I love you too sweetheart." With that the blonde woman watched as her goddaughter fell back asleep. She watched her for a little while after that before heading back to work.
Later that day Santana felt a small ounce of her strength returning and decided to attempt a lap around the floor of the hospital. Slowly getting up she took small, slow steps, she was never one to lay around in bed.
As she rounded the second corner she realized how quiet the hall was, being unsure of the time she assumed it was late. On her first lap she walked right by the door without looking at the name on it, it was only on her second lap that she realized what it had said.
There it was in bold letters Brittany S. Pierce
Shaking her head in hopes of clearing it Santana figured it was either her imagination or just an odd coincidence. With her head still in the clouds as she continued to walk she didn't realize that she was headed right towards someone.
"I am so sorry." Santana said after bumping into the woman.
"It's alright, no harm done." The woman turned and smiled at her causing both their mouths to drop.
"Lucy, sorry Mrs. Pierce what are you doing here." Then it clicked, the name on the door, but it didn't make sense, it couldn't make sense.
"Shouldn't you be in bed Santana?"
The girl nodded. "I should be but I'm not, never been one to just sit and wait. I'm sorry what are you doing here?"
"I'm on the board of the hospital and I figured I would come and see how you were doing. Let me walk you back to you're room, you look quite pale." Feeling weak Santana agreed as Lucy walked her back to her room and helped her into her bed. "Don't let me see you walking around again, you need to heal."
"Yes Mrs. Pierce." Santana gave a slight smile before laying her head back on the pillow.
A half hour later with the medication seemingly wearing off slightly Santana couldn't help but get up and find out what was really going on. Something wasn't sitting right with her, and she had a hard time believing that Lucy Pierce would check in on her. Brittany being in a C.I.A hospital also didn't make sense unless they were waiting for the girl to heal before taking her into custody, something Santana would not let happen.
Slowly she walked down the now familiar hall and stopped outside the room. She hesitated, unsure if she should attempt trying to seeing Brittany yet. She opened the door quietly and that's when she heard the familiar voices.
"No sweetie, she doesn't know." The sound of the door closing brought all three ladies attentions to the door. "Santana what are you doing out of bed!"
Her godmother leapt out of the chair that she had been sitting in and to her goddaughters side. "What's going on in here?" No one spoke a word, unsure of what to say. "Someone please feel free to fill me.
"Please sit down first." Just as she was about to move towards the empty bed in the room the door burst open.
"Santana isn't in her room!" Rachel stopped when she saw Santana sitting on the bed. "Oh shit sticks."
Another moment passed before the door once again opened. "The nurse said she thinks she's just on a walk"
"Quinn? Seriously someone start talking before I go all lima heights on your asses." Quinn went to start telling her best friend what was going on but was stopped by Lucy.
"Holly, I think it would be best if you told her."
"Yeah g-ma, fill a girl in."
Before Holly could say anything they heard a weak voice come from Brittany. "Let me please." Holly nodded. "I'm a double agent and have been for awhile but as to what else is going on I really don't know."
Santana looked over at her best friend. "Did you know that? Did you act like you hadn't met her before?"
"No I didn't know until all this happened, and believe me I was as shocked as you are right now."
"There were only four people that knew about this and all four of us are in this room." Holly spoke in a softer manner than she normally did when they were in the office. Santana nodded, she understood but it still didn't make it easier to swallow. "We should get you back to bed dear." Santana didn't move as she turned her attention towards her girlfriend letting silence fill the room.
"Can I get a minute please." The other women in the room nodded except Holly as Quinn helped Santana into the chair next to Brittany's bed.
"Sweetheart I really think you should get back to bed." Lucy whispered something in the woman's ear that made her concede.
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, I wanted to but…" Brittany was cut off by the feel of Santana's soft lips on her own. "What was that for?"
"Right now I just care that you're okay."
Brittany smiled. "I'm okay because of you, but you aren't okay, Santana you're bleeding."
Looking down Santana noticed the blood on her nightgown. "I think I just pulled a stitch, its's alright."
"You should go back to bed."
"I want to stay with you for awhile."
"Glad to hear you say that," Holly walked back into the room with the nurse who promptly started making the other bed. "If I let you stay in here will you promise to stop doing laps and rest."
Santana looked from her godmother to Brittany, who gave her a stern look, "yes I promise."
That night Brittany and Santana stayed up and talked a little bit about absolutely nothing that involved work. Brittany smiled as she could visibly see Santana's eyes get heavy and her eyes start to clothes. "It's okay San, sleep I'll be here when you wake up. Promise."
Seven Months Later – Geneva, Switzerland
"Excuse me Professor Lopez?" Santana looked up and was met with sparkling blue eyes.
"Yes, can I help you?" She asked as she sipped on her espresso.
The woman smiled and sat down. "I really just wanted to tell you that I found you're lecture fascinating."
Santana put the book down that she had been glancing at and smiled back at the woman. "Wait I know you, you're that model, what's a gorgeous model like yourself doing attending lectures."
"Call me an enquiring mind, but I apologize I'll let you get back to work, it was nice to meet you." She stood up and pushed her chair back in. "Oh and the name is Brittany." With one last smile Santana watched as the model got up and walked away. She was sure there was something very familiar about the girl but she couldn't quite figure out what it was, but those eyes, she knew those eyes.
Six Months Ago - Berlin "She should have checked in by now, this makes no sense." Brittany was pacing back and forth in the hotel room. "I should be out there with her." "I know this sucks but Santana knows what she's doing, and she's damn good at what she does. She was so good you couldn't even figure out that her alias wasn't a real person." Rachel sat on the couch flipping through the channels on the tv. Artie looked up from his computer. "Still radio silent, Brittany is right, there is something wrong. She would have found a way to check in by now." Three hours later Quinn opened the hotel room door, covered in blood. "Quinn, Quinn are you alright?" Brittany ran to her side and helped her to the nearby chair. The girl nodded and looked down at her blood soaked hands. "Where are you hurt? Are you shot?" Brittany attempted to check the girl over. "Not my blood." She looked up at the blonde with haunted eyes. "No!" Brittany backed away from the girl. "No!" "I tried to get her out but it was too late, he had her shot, right through the heart, she didn't see it coming. She always see's those things coming, when I got there she was laying on the floor, soaked in blood and then as I'm trying to get her out, water starts pouring in. I wanted to bring her with me but I couldn't, I tried. She can't be dead Brittany, she can't." Brittany moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling as though her entire world had been ripped away from her.
A/N: I know, I know it doesn't make sense but for now that's the point.