Time jump (Several Weeks Later)
Rachel's POV
Until now, I have never noticed how loud the clock in the Rehearsal Room ticks. It reminds me how every tick; every second is another moment in your life gone. I suppose if you are faced with death, in my case, twice during one mission, you see the world in a whole new light. I was alone, even Noah was absent as he was still filling out the mountains of paper work our latest adventure had caused us and I had been pretty much strapped to my bed at home by none other than my fathers, Noah, Santana and even Mr. Shuester. I looked around. This had been my home for the last couple of months and I hated to admit it, I was going to miss it. The times where I got to belt my heart out with passion that I never really knew I had. If I had not been so focus on my detective career then I could have noticed my hidden talent sooner. I stood dead center in the room. The songs I had sung on this very spot. It felt wrong and right at the same time. How I had to sing with false emotion but the sound of my voice helped me forget. I wished those kidnappers never got near us. I wished that I could have stayed here longer than a year and a half. Now the entire operation was blown, I had to return to New York and work the streets again. Back to my old, solitary life with death and murder being my high. I would never tell Noah that or I would be taken to therapy for my addiction.
I left the choir room and walked down the corridor. The memories of being soaked by ice cold slushies were still fresh and I smiled. This was definitely Number 1 of 'Great Reasons to Get out of High School Early'. The bell rang and students began to leave classes. Not a single slushie hit my face; instead, I got nods of respect. If I had looked in a mirror, naïve Rachel Berry was nowhere to be found, instead, Detective Berry who knew how to use a gun would be grinning back at me. Yet the faces I was searching for were not there.
Not the sound of Tina's giggle or Mike's tapping feet. The sound of Artie's wheels against the floor were absent and I could not hear the confused voice of Finn. Quinn had yet to make a smart ass comment as she was not hear either. I looked around and searched. Where were Brittany and her lovable smile, or Mercedes and her proud strut? Sam and his golden locks that he used to get Quinn wrapped around his finger? Even the Spanish teacher was gone. Had I missed something?
In vain, I headed home for one of the last times. My clothes had been sent back to New York although I would never wear them again. Even I had to admit they were hideous. Noah said it would be funny if I wore it into the office one day. I agreed, if he would do the same (in my clothes, not his). The idea was dropped immediately. The moment I stepped through the front door, streamers exploded in my face and I let out a shrill shriek.
"Don't Fire!" Noah's voice yelled. My hand had already reached for the gun and I saw the terrified faces of the people who had just realized that they surprised an armed officer of the law.
"What are you doing?" I asked but the answer was very clear. A surprise thank you/farewell party which I felt I did not deserve.
"You know what we're doing and before you go on about not deserving this, I must tell you that getting a cake that could feed everyone in this room was not cheap," Noah said. This man knew me too well.
"Damn it Noah, leave the cake out of it." I tried to put my stern face on but when I saw the large cake that had white frosting and words written on it, the scowl faded and my eyes lit up and I walked closer to have a closer look. It had a big 'Thank You' with everyone's name on it. I felt a deep blush rise on the back of my neck as I felt everyone look at me, waiting for my reaction. I turned and beamed.
"Thank you…I really don't know what to say. Well, there is one thing. As fun as this is, Noah…tell the boss I am never going undercover again."
"Don't worry, it ain't happening," Noah said. Apparently he had gotten to the Boss first and probably death threatened him. Noah Puckerman was truly, a scary bad ass stud. The Warblers, Vocal Adrenalin and the other New Direction members were all talking to each other as if the word 'competition' never existed. I could not tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing considering Regionals was just around the corner. "The boss man wants us back by tomorrow. Paper work, here we come!"
"Yes well, its nosy colleagues who probably have digital recordings of us at sectionals, regionals and even the invitationals. Probably told the hosts that it was some related case work," I replied and Puck's signature smirk turned upside down.
"Crap."
Santana's POV
Nothing could go back to normal right? I mean, I guess surviving all that shit did not mean anything to anybody. Puck and Rachel had gone back to New York and I had to go back to school. It was boring as hell. Quinn was back to being head bitch. Like seriously, I thought being kidnapped would give her a change of heart but noooo, still queen of the blonde hair bimbos, minus Brit of course. She had poor Sam who would do anything whenever she would click her fingers and the squad hanging onto every last word she told them. The only reason I wouldn't go up to her and cake her in mud was because she wasn't dirty talking her saviors. God I missed them both. I sort of missed the feeling of knowing something that no one else knew. After the school year I was planning on going to college, maybe do drama. I've been told I am very good at that. Apparently my back chat to the news reporter had become viral and I was all over the internet. The thing was, I wasn't exactly acting. During my Puck/Rachel BFF4Ever scandal, all my cheerios team members had ditched me and glee was the only place where people tolerated me. It was sad but I didn't need them anyways. The hockey team had found a new person to slushie. I guess learning that Kaforsky's was gay (as well as a hypocrite for putting Kurt through hell) made the team value their morals. They even did it in that horrible Durian flavor that I hadn't heard of until now. At least Rachel and the rest of the gleek had the pleasure to be doused in Grape. It was the afternoon of the departure of my favorite detectives that I found myself walking down the corridor. It was still wet from where the janitor had mopped up the remnants of the latest slushie fiasco. I opened my locker and a piece of paper that was folded in half drifted towards the floor. I rescued it from a water death and opened it.
BINGHAMPTON PD/ACADEMY Application Form
Name: Santana Lopez
Recommendations:
Noah PuckermanRachel Berry
Well, that's the end folks. I know I am going to get a lot of flames about this ending and I know that it wasn't all that actiony and kick ass. I like to thank my loyal readers:
thegleekofyourlife - Who was one of my more recent readers :)
shezz05 - Who always couldn't wait for more, appreciated my Santana/Puck/Rachel friendship and reviewed like a broadway critic
LadySonics - Who always ended her review with - L Sonics
XritaskeeterhatersX - I immediately liked you from the moment I saw your user name :)
Twilight Gleek - I always laughed because all your reviews were in capital letters and always seemed to be the same message
Kkaty - Liked the usage of 21st century technology/social networking reference.
Beanacre0 - Who had another name and made point to tell me (Mystery M).
puckiswelcomeanytime - Similar to XritaskeeterhatersX, I loved your user name and I suppose with this ending, you will need to find something else ot support your high.
gleekgenica - My god you write long reviews, therefore, I will reply with a long thank you note. Well as long as I could possibly go without going over board. You would always point out my 'interesting' parts and be sure to give me ideas and recommendations and what you would like to see next.
taili - Another long reviewer who wrote more than a sentence :) I suppose you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer because you enjoy the healing process afterwards. Or maybe that's just me.
seacat03 - The first one to point out the flaw in a chapter. Thank you for telling me. You make me a better writer!
E.A. - I hope your sister gets better from the stitches and thanks for the medical advice :) I had stitches when I was younger...in my head.
Valtjuh - Ah yes, another faithful reviewer/ reader who would always say something positive.
Aussie Panda - I remember having a discussion with you over your username. Considering I am from Hong Kong but I am Australian. Good luck in your search for finding the creature that you will call 'Aussie Panda'.
rogue4ever - I love Rogue too! Quite a Romy follower to say myself. You gotta love the drama.
GleeFreak-VampireChik - Yes, gotta love chapters. I need to practice writing one shots, I am not very good at them. As you can see, one shots usually turn into fully fledge chapter stories like this one.
moirethe - Is currently eating your internet cookies that I have saved until I finished the story. I introduced Blaine and the others just for you :)
lilsis13 - I hope the reactions were the ones you expected.
Jensella - I think you were up there with one of the most heart warming reviews. Although I am not sure whether or not you considering this is your guilty pleasure is a good thing. I'm sorry if you get fired :( Lol.
SarBear01 - I am evil, I like cliff hangers. Bwahahaha *chokes*
shinecsc - I'm not sure if I answered this but no, guns are not allowed on school premises. That would suck if they got caught and had to explain it. Yes, gotta love the bantering between your faves :)
TheRoseandtheDagger - Yes, this is so damn original. That's why I felt I had to write it. Thankfully this was not an AU smutty/romance thingo, this was more serious/light and creative piece.
kaymarie35 - I hope you enjoyed it :)
ajunebuga - Thanks for the beta offer. I was hoping I would get in contact with you but I seemed to have forgotten.
xIWantItAllx - I agree. Even if it was Puckleberry friendship, at least it would be them together, talking, slushieless. I mean, I suppose the Quinn thing mucked it up a bit but she has Sam now...
sgater926 - You were definitely a critic in your past life. I was happy to hear pure honesty from you about how you felt about this story.
FallenAngelFromTheSky - Ah! I love your username, I hope I updated quick enough :)
feathergirl926 - Yes, you were the first to ask about the Puck/Quinn thing. I, being rather attached to Puckleberry just discarded that little piece of information as if it was nothing. I wish I could do that!
PassionPunch - Apparently you: LIKE. I am glad you LIKE!
tomfeltonlover1991 - Tom Felton is very smexy! Glad you enjoyed it.
InSearchOfCaffination - You were the very first reviewer, therefore my most important one, even though it was a single sentence. You made the most valid point that had most people wanting to continue it: What was their secret?
So there you have it my friends/stalkers/Intensive Researches on Individuals. The ending was very shot but I made it longer by putting personal messages to every single reviewer. If I put the names down of the alerters/favoriters, it may as well be a whole new chapter. This has simply been a joy to write/type/generate ideas and I was surprised by the amazing feedback. I guess this was because I watch Glee as well as Crime (The Mentalist/Bones/Castle at the moment) and it just needed to be created. Despite the ficlets I found online, none of them were completed which made me rather sad.
It was also fun to imagine Puck and Rachel being detectives. Puck, the one who treated life like dirt because of his fatherless life and Rachel, the ambitious/talented singer. I suppose Puck you could understand (Imagine Shades, Gun, Badge)...you can arrest me any day. And then Rachel...sweet little thing, takes down guys half her size. You just needed to add their friendship and there you have it. A great fiction/television show potential.
I am going to miss seeing all those reviews and alerts :( However, due to popular request of a question in one of the A/N at the end of a fic. A prequel is being brainstormed and may I ask some questions below:
Option A: One Shot of Rachel/Puck being told that they have to go to high school
Option B: Rachel/Puck working another case
Option C: Please specify
THKer is singing out!