Duncan stood there looking back and forth between the two women. "I better get back to the gate. I just wanted to let you two know about Duncan. I think Chief Sylvester should be landing in California soon. She said she would call when her plane landed."

Rachel looked up at Duncan perplexed. "Chief Sylvester went out there?"

Duncan shrugged his shoulders. "I guess she just wanted to make sure for herself that he was actually in custody or behind bars again. Like I said, when I know more you two will know more."

"Thanks for letting us know." Santana gave a small wave as Duncan got back into the golf cart and headed back down to his post. Stepping off the porch Santana walked to the edge of the grass watching Duncan drive away before returning to Rachel who was still standing on the porch. "Rachel?" Santana asked cautiously as she approached.

Rachel looked at her but didn't say anything, it was like she was looking through Santana. There were so many things that could be running through Rachel's mind and Santana had no idea where to start. She placed her hands on Rachel's cheeks ignoring the flinch that she received. At least her touch had pulled Rachel out of her head. Now, that was better, Rachel's eyes were actually focusing now. "What are you thinking?" Santana asked.

"This is just the beginning. What if he wanted to get caught? What if it is all part of some messed up plan?" Rachel started to ramble and shake her head. Santana held firm but not hard enough to hurt Rachel.

"We will figure it out. We're not alone in this, Sue is on her way to LA right now. I am sure Detective Beiste is either with her or waiting for them to get back here. Okay?"

Rachel nodded her head which was still being held by Santana. She tilted her head forward brushing her lips against Santana's. She needed that connective moment. When Santana spoke patiently about things, no matter what it was, Rachel couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of love that bloomed in her chest. Life was hard, but with Santana by her side, it was just a little bit easier.

"Good, now let's go inside and find some dinner. We both have long days tomorrow." Santana took Rachel's hand and led her into the cabin, stopping to pick Dahlia up out of her outside play pen. Dax had cut them both off running into the cabin as soon as the door was open.

"What do you mean you have a long day tomorrow?" Rachel raised a questioning eyebrow at Santana. She knew Santana had to go to St. Lawrence but she wasn't aware of why she was going. At least she didn't think she was...had she blacked out during a conversation or something? Normally she was a pretty good listener.

Santana shrugged her shoulders as she walked into the kitchen, Rachel following closely behind. "I have to go pick up some canvas rolls and more paint. Also, it's time to start moving some of these guys outside to the field." Santana stretched across the sink checking on her tomato plants. "I've got to get my potatoes out too or we won't have any this fall."

Oh, Rachel was never really good at all the farming stuff that Santana liked to do. But one thing she did know for sure was that she loved to eat all the fresh fruits and vegetables that Santana grew. Things like this really made Rachel proud. Santana was dedicated to keeping their food as healthy as possible, sure they both had luxury item lists now that they only bought because it was there and they could afford it. Rachel remembers when she made her list, Santana had told her that in order to make her list she must go one month without three favorite foods from each taste. No salty, sweet, savory, sour, or bitter. Bitter obviously was the easiest to deal with, however the others weren't. She had struggled the first week, especially when she caught Santana hiding in her studio eating a mango mochi ice cream. That had been an interestingly sad yet hilarious moment.

Santana looked around the kitchen. This was her chance, Rachel, who had been on the war path all week without any of her favorite foods, was in the shower. Santana was being as supportive as she could be, she had already been through this..initiation? Trial? Test run? for creating her luxury items list. Hell, she was the one who had created the thing, except she had went much longer just to make sure she could handle it. Plus, she knew how to make good flavorful food with very little, actually having to eat things that didn't appeal to your taste buds would never be an issue. Rachel didn't need to know that though, she just needed to be able to sort out what she wanted on her luxury list. Was this mean? Possibly. But Rachel had agreed to it none the less because she wanted a luxury list like Santana's.

Anyway, none of that was the point right now. Right now, Santana was on a mission to get one of her mochi ice creams that she had only just bought on the day that Rachel wanted to start this. She had been craving them for weeks and when Shuebury's finally got some in, she jumped at the chance to buy a box. But now they were just sitting in the ice box waiting to be eaten and Santana was finally going to give in and get one. Every time she had tried to sneak one before, Rachel always seemed to pop out of nowhere like a freaking jack in the box. She had at least ten minutes to hide (just in case) and savor the delicious mango smoothness.

Santana cradled the mochi in her hands as she peaked around the corner to make sure that she could still hear the shower running. When she could indeed hear the water running, she skipped across the hallway and into her studio, plopping down on the couch and relishing in the first bite of her mochi. Oh yes, it was as delicious as she remembered it to be. Santana must have gotten lost in the greatness that was the mochi when the door to the studio busted open, Rachel standing there wrapped in her towel, hair dripping down her shoulders.

In a moment of panic Santana stuffed the remaining mochi in her mouth, chewing as fast as possible. Her eyes wide as she waited for Rachel to say or do something.

"What are you doing? I yelled for you but you didn't answer." Rachel asked, placing her hands on her hips. Something was going on.

"Noffin." Santana responded as innocently as possible. It was hard when your mouth was full of ice cream and oh hell, the brain freeze was setting in.

"What are you eating?" Rachel stepped inside the studio, walking towards Santana slowly. To Santana it looked like Rachel was stalking some kind of prey.

"Nothing." Santana tried to smile, it felt like someone was jabbing at her head with an ice pick. Why did she shove that whole thing in her mouth.

"What's this?" Rachel bent over and picked up the mochi wrapper.

"Uh..that's...uh...I don't know what that is."

"Santana! You were eating mochi ice cream. Ah and it was a mango one too." Rachel's shoulders slumped. This was not something to possibly start crying about. She could do this, it was only a month and she was already one week in.

"I'm sorry." Santana grimaced as she was still trying to stop the brain freeze. "I won't do it again. I swear."

Rachel dropped the wrapper as she started laughing, this was all so ridiculous. However, she had a brilliant idea. "I think the brain freeze you are so obviously suffering from is enough punishment."

"It really is." Santana gritted her teeth. Would this ever go away?!

"Here, let me help." Rachel pushed Santana back into the couch as she climbed onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. Connecting their lips, Rachel gave Santana a deep kiss. What was going on again? Santana was only aware of the fact that she now had a naked Rachel in her lap. As Santana ran her hands up Rachel's thighs, Rachel broke the kiss and stood up walking out of the studio. She licked her lips having gotten her fix of some sweetness from the kiss. Santana sat there in a daze before she realized what had just happened. Rachel had tricked her.

"Rachel that was cheating!" Santana shouted as she ran out of the studio chasing after a cackling Rachel.

Rachel smiled as she watched Santana fuss over her plants. "What else are you planting this summer?"

"The usual, peppers, cucumbers, cabbage, lettuce. We should go out to the tree house. The hickory chickens and ramps will be out of season soon." Rachel scrunched up her nose at the mention of ramps. Those things stunk so bad to her. They tasted like a mixture of powerful onions and garlic, Santana wouldn't cook them in the cabin at all. They were an outside thing. "In a month or so, we can go out to the berry bushes and pick the early season berries." Santana continued to ramble on about all the wild plants that would be ready soon, she loved to forage.

These were the evenings that Rachel really enjoyed. She could listen to Santana talk about this stuff for hours upon hours and never get bored. Rachel felt like every time Santana opened her mouth she learned something new either about Santana or something that she loved doing. Three years and they were still learning about each other.

"So what would you like for dinner?" Santana asked as she opened the ice box to see what all they had in there. She might have to go down to the cellar or out to the ice house to look for something.

"What ever you want." Rachel said as she slid off the stool that she was sitting on.

"Hmm, what about...turkey lettuce wraps? Does that sound good?" Rachel nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist.

"You kind of have to let me go babe so I can go downstairs and get the rest of the stuff." Santana chuckled as Rachel only hugged her tighter. Santana sighed happily as she placed her hands on the top of Rachel's, this feeling of content and happiness would never get old.