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Sometimes I do wonder why a person will do a puzzle in the first place. Maybe some find it to be a fun hobby. Or possibly the sense of accomplishment makes all the work worth it. Maybe it is pure boredom that pushes someone to do a puzzle. What do you think? What made you attempt to complete a puzzle in the past? I do, however, know the motive behind completing this puzzle. Saving a life, saving a soul, saving something that could be great.

Football practice had just ended and to say the boy was relieved would be a dramatic understatement. Not to be mistaken, Mike did enjoy football, it was a fun past time that he actually wasn't half bad at. He was not, however, too fond of running thirty laps because another member of the team happened to be thirty seconds late to the practice. After having a long conversation with the coach about possible dance lessons in the future the boy was pretty much disturbed. It's not that he didn't like the coach, he actually thought she was pretty cool, it's just that he couldn't see her and dancing mixing very well. The boy walked to what he thought would be the empty locker room, all the while consider the dance moves he would teach his coach. At some of the thoughts he shuddered and opened the door. As he walked to his locker he was about to take off his shirt, when he saw someone he never expected to see, especially in the locker room.

"Um hello there." Was the first thing that popped out of his mouth. It was most likely the most awkward greeting ever.

The unexpected visitor took a seat on one of the benches after inspecting it to make sure it wasn't toxic. "Hey Mike, what's up?"

The boy smiled and decided to just follow along with these crazy antics. "Nothing much just chillin in the locker room, how about you?"

"Oh nothing, I just have some business to take care of."

He looked around wondering what could possibly be worth anything and then realized. "Oh so I'm guessing that this business has to do with me then."

There was a slight nod and a smile. "Yep. I always knew you were a smart one. I'll be waiting outside though, come talk to me once you have changed. That looks uncomfortable." It sounded more like a command than a friendly suggestion. Once the other left Mike quickly changed-curious as to why he was being sought out. True to the word his unexpected visitor was waiting for him outside and once he had caught up they began to walk.

"So what is this business that you have with me?"

A light chuckle escaped and soon both were laughing a bit. "You make it sound like I am going to do something awful, like I am some kind of mob boss ordering a hit."

The boy held up his hands in surrender before saying in a matter of fact sort of way. "Hey, it's better to be safe than sorry. My mom has been telling me that since I was negative two, I decided it might actually be time to listen."

There was a bit more laughter accompanied by a shake of the head. Amused eyes suddenly turned anxious before the next question or statement was made. "I have some questions just for you."

The boy nodded seeing as the task seemed fairly safe and easy enough. "And I have got some answers just for you."

The other stopped walking and when Mike looked back he saw the investigator was clutched over. At first he was afraid, but when he came closer he realized there was no pain just a lot of laughter. He sighed in relief, before hearing in between spurts of laughter. "That was one of the corniest replies I have ever heard."

An indignant look crossed the boys face before he replied. "Well, I thought it was very cool."

As the other came in stride with him a pointed look was given. "Oh well, I must have the wrong idea of cool then."

Mike rolled his eyes but let out a laugh at the pure childishness of the conversation. He loved every second of it though. "As much as I would LOVE to debate my ultimate coolness with you, I am very curious about the question you want to ask me- So Ask It."

After kicking a pebble in the path, the investigator looked up. "Fair enough. What do you think about Rachel Berry?"

Well that question definitely did not disappoint. It was pretty much as mysterious as the circumstances it was being asked in. Yet no question should go without an answer so one was quickly given by Mike. "Rachel, she's not one of the best dancers' I've seen. She seems to be really stiff sometimes. - But she is really driven and that's cool."

"Very interesting" was the short and distant reply that Mike received from his visitor.

"I have the feeling there is something else that you have to ask me." It was a bit hesitant yet also excited to see what could possibly be next, if it could get any stranger.

Mike then received a half amused and half sullen look. "Hmm you are now a mind reader also. Wow that is pretty cool I must say. But yes there is one more question. Have you seen anything different about Rachel lately?"

"Umm" was the only response he could muster as the shock hit him square in the face.

"Great , I can now see why you aren't in my honors English class. Apparently you don't have the best way with words." The sarcastic remark helped to bring the boy out of his shock.

"Har-har. Anyway the answer is yes. I did notice something a bit different about Rachel. I suppose you want to hear about it."

The question was met with an eager nod. So he continued his story. "Okay, well it was about two weeks ago. So not very long ago…

Glee club had just ended. The whole time we had been working on some new moves to accompany one of our numbers. Most people had it down except for the usual misfits. Don't give me that look you did just fine. Finn, on the other hand was doing, only god knows what. He just seemed to be everywhere, and not in a good way. We decide to go through it one more time, even though Glee was technically over.

It started out pretty good. Everyone seemed to be getting the steps. Then all hell broke loose. Finn must have missed a step and he wound up stepping on Mercedes foot- HARD. The music was still playing but we could all hear her shout.

"Oh hell to the no you son of a –"

But before she could finish Finn had already moved onto his next victim making them cry out in pain, interrupting Mercedes' little outburst. While trying to regain his footing one of Finn's flailing arms managed to hit Santana square in the face-HARDER.

At this point all I could do was mourn for the dance routine that had just been murdered. And laughing was also a good choice. As she put her hand up to her face a seething Santana Shouted "God damn it Finnessa. Watch where the hell you are waving those paws you call hands. When I get my hands on you I swear-"

I could have laughed at this ext part but I could almost feel the pain myself. Before Santana could finish her threat Finn yet another member who let out a weak cry. While trying to escape Santana's wrath Finn had run straight into Sam causing the boy to fall to the ground. Finn then proceeded to fall right on top with one knee out which collided with Sam's groin-HARDEST"

A high pitched groan was let out. "Dude" It was very funny and by then people were either laughing or on a heap on the floor after falling during the routine.

After I managed to get everyone up Santana, Mercedes, and Sam were sent to the nurse. Santana did not leave without multiple threats, which even scared me. Finn would probably have to watch his back for the next couple of days or maybe even weeks. The other member s of the club had also left for home I guess. I did pull out a few people to stay longer because I could tell that they needed some extra practice.

That is where all the weirdness began. Because the people I had there were Kurt, Finn. Puck, and oddly enough Rachel. Usually Rachel is really good but today she was stiff and just couldn't execute the steps. I figured a few minutes of extra help could aid her in perfecting the routine.

We started to go through the routine a few more times. I watched over them all, mostly trying to keep Finn from breaking bones. Kurt, Puck, and dare I say Finn were even showing some sort of improvement. But Rachel wasn't, not at all. Whenever I went to help her she sort of backed away and gave me that "please don't bother me" look. Her movements just didn't seem right. They were mechanical to say the least and off beat. I could see in her eyes that she was trying so hard. Her face was a total mask of concentration, even on the easiest steps. But the concentration did not seem to just be on the different steps. She was trying to make her body move in the correct way, but it just wouldn't. Or maybe for some reason it couldn't. After a while I decided to end the practice. It seemed to have been enough for one day. But the fact that Rachel Berry never got the moves right did not sit well with me.

The investigator thought over the story for a moment before adding a comment that just seemed too obvious. "Mike, news flash some people cannot dance for their lives."

He shook his head dispelling the idea. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before giving the other a pointed look to accompany his pointed statement. "Yeah I know that, but Rachel Berry is not one of them. Besides, that is not the point."

After receiving a slightly peeved look he got shot the comment. "Then what is the point here boy wonder?"

"Her movements were mechanical; her body was stiff as a board. Music practically course through Rachel Berry's body, it runs through her veins-There is absolutely no way that she should ever be off beat. I don't know what happened that day at that time but something was definitely off there." With that he uttered a quick goodbye and a slight hug before jogging off in the direction of his home.

Yes, that day Rachel Berry did not feel the music, the beat. She did not put the passion behind her actions and let the music and her body take control during the routine. She was cold and lifeless in a way. It wasn't her heart and soul that was behind the movements, it was her mind. Her body, as it seemed did not want to move in certain ways. But why? Why always seems to be the golden question. And right now to certain people the answer would be worth much more than any amount of gold.

So I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. It seems to be a bit shorter than usual, so sorry for that. Hope you guys can rate it and review it. Tell me what you think. The more feedback I see the faster I can update. Thanks :D