A/N: Sorry for the delay with this chapter guys. I had a really difficult time writing this and I'm still not 100% happy with it. The way I see it in my head is not translating to word very well. Hope you all enjoy this as much as the rest of the story. Reviews/Criticism are welcome, please let me know what you think!


Finn kicked the flat tire in anger, he could not believe this was happening to him, of course he knew he shouldn't have left his car on the street in this neighborhood. He crouched down and pulled the nail from the tire, this was no coincidence, not today with everything that was happening. He had been everywhere since he left Sam and the golf course and found no signs of Puck. His apartment was trashed but then again it never looked very good so Finn wasn't really sure what was out of place. At least Finn knew that all the important information was safely at their house. He had talked to as many junkies and losers as he could find but nobody had seen Puck since yesterday afternoon. Finn pulled out his cell phone and was shocked to find the battery dead, it had been full at the golf course.

"FUCK" he yelled out not that anyone would notice his outbreak around here.

He had no idea where Puck was or if he was even alive but Finn had to find him. Puck was the closest thing Finn had to a real brother. He had been raised, the only child of a single mother until his Mom remarried when he was 16. He was close to his step-brother Kurt, who was the same age as him, but they had a more of a brother/sister relationship. Kurt was almost to gay to function, he had a Bachelor's degree from the Fashion Institute of America and worked as a fashion designer for a high end evening wear company in New York City. He made good money and was damn good at what he did but he was not a rugged type of guy.

He spun around quickly as he heard a car pull up on the street behind him. He didn't recognize the car but it was a typical black town car. It was starting to get dark and he was unable to see the driver. He put his hand firmly on his gun and stepped towards the car as the window rolled down.

"Get in" in driver said.

Finn recognized Sam's voice before he could even see him. What the fuck was he doing here? When Finn had left Sam at the golf course he was happily sitting at the bar eating peanuts and drinking beer. That had been hours ago, how in the world would Sam know where he was or that he would even be here? On top of that this was not Sam's car, Sam drove a stupid red Prius that he swore Mercedes picked out. Finn was pretty sure that Sam actually liked the car though.

"Get in" Sam stressed again.

"Fuck no, what are you even doing here?"

"I will explain everything when you get in the FUCKING CAR FINN" he was yelling now and Finn noticed he was a bit jumpy.

Finn wasn't sure if he could or should trust Sam but at this point what fucking choice did he have, his phone was dead and he really didn't think taking the time to put the spare on his car was a great idea. It would make him a perfect target for the bad guys, not that he knew who the bad guys were. Finn sighed and looked into the car tapping his gun on the open window frame.

"What's the rush Sam" Finn egged him on.

"I can take you to Mancini" Sam deadpanned.

"I am not afraid to shoot you, just so you know" He said before opening the door.

Rachel had been all over the town since her conversation with Finn earlier but it was starting to get dark and she had no where else to go. She had wondered around the grocery store for a good hour, buying food she wasn't hungry to eat. She went to her favorite shoe store but couldn't find one single pair that caught her eye. She drove over to the mall and wandered around home goods for what felt like an eternity. The sales girl had come up to her so many times that Rachel had actually snapped at her, telling the young women that she will come get her if she needs something. She ended up buying some random crap for the house because she didn't want to look strange, spending all that time looking for nothing. She was worried out of her mind the whole time, she had been trying to call him all day but it continued to go to voicemail. She really wished he would just answer his fucking phone. She knew that he was worried about Puck and everything but the least he could do was call her, she hoped. She tried to keep those kind of thought out of her mind.


She understood though because she was worried about Puck too. It was like he was a real brother to her, something she didn't have in her real life. Then again though so much had happened to Rachel since she had come here that her real life was starting to blend with this fake life. It seemed like all the things she had messed up in her real life she was able to remedy as Rachel Monticello. She was annoyed as well, she was a federal agent, why was she driving around town like a scared little housewife. She let out a loud scream simply because she had to slamming on her breaks. She pulled over and sat on the side of the road just breathing, watching the sun begin to slip below the horizon. She couldn't just sit here all night could she? She sighed and spun her car around heading back downtown. Rachel Berry didn't run from the bad guys, she gave them a run for their money. She wasn't stupid though and she knew going back to the house she could be walking into a huge trap, she knew exactly where to go though.


"Talk" Finn said through gritted teeth, pointing his gun at Sam's head as he drove.

"Can you not point that at me?" Sam said glancing at him through his blond hair.

"Nope" Finn said moving the gun closer just to be a dick.

He wanted answers and wanted them now. Finn Hudson didn't play games with people, he was used to getting what he wanted in life, mostly because he took the things he wanted. He had worked his butt off to get to the places he had in life, nobody was going to take that away from him. Especially not some skinny blond with a Bieber cut from Lima, Ohio.

"Things are not always what they appear are they Agent Hudson?" Sam's voice was strong and even.

Finn went rigid in his seat and tightened his grip on his glock. Did he really just hear that?

"What did you just fucking call me?"

"Finn relax" Sam said looking at Finn then back to the road.

"Relax, RELAX! You better start talking before I fucking kill you, bro" Finn hissed.

"I know about you and Rachel and even Puck" Sam turned a corner taking the road out of town.

"What do you mean you know about us" Finn was getting angry, he wished he would just speak what he knows and stop beating around the bush.

"Finn, I'm CIA" Sam said easily.

"Your what?"

"CIA" he said the word simply.

"Like the Central Intelligence Agency?"

"Yeah" Sam said flicking his headlights on to assault the growing darkness.

"So let me get this straight, you are undercover as well?"

This was making no sense at all, it was making his brain hurt. What the heck was the CIA doing involved in this, this was FBI jurisdiction. It was a known fact that the two departments of the Federal Government did not necessarily work well together unless they had to. There was a lot of secret missions and stepping on toes between the two. Finn hadn't been in contact with his boss since he went under over two months ago but there had been no talk of the CIA being involved. This was classic FBI business, the CIA tended to deal with terrorism and foreign relations. Finn suddenly wanted to know much more about the CIA's involvement but there was no time for that right now.

"Yeah, I've been under for a year. I'm originally from Boston, it's a great city."

"Are you even old enough to be in the CIA?" Finn chuckled a little.

"I'm your age Finn, 27. I was in the Military right out of high school, US Air Force. Did two tours of duty over sea's before the agency contacted me about working for them 4 years ago. I don't know why they wanted me, but it was a good deal."

"You got proof of this shit?" Finn was not just going to take his fucking word for it.

"In the glove box, pull up the bottom and there is a compartment under there" Sam turned onto a dirt road as Finn started to pull the glove box apart.

He took his gun off Sam for a minute to look at the credentials he pulled out of the compartment. It was everything Finn needed to see including Sam's badge and photo ID.

"Stop" Finn said to Sam in a low voice.

"Are you going to shoot me?" Sam responded.

"Do you want me to?"

"What kind of question is that?" Sam asked.

Sam pulled over and turned in his seat to look at Finn who was still looking at the information in his hand. Finns eyes were darting back and forth across the documents in his lap. When he felt like he had finally looked at the information long enough he looked up to Sam."Mercedes?"

"Is exactly who she appears."

"She's really your wife?"

"Yep" Sam began "We have the classic sugary sweet romance. High school sweethearts and all that shit. She stuck with me through all of this." He motioned around the car with his hands but Finn knew he meant more than just the car. "She used to teach music to high school students but when we got transferred here she didn't want to get re-certified. She says as soon as this job is done were going back to Boston. She loves Boston and she loved NY for the short time we lived there but she hates Lima."

"How much does she know?"

"Only as much as she needs to. She knows I work for the CIA, but she doesn't know exactly what I do."

"What exactly do you do?" Finn asked

"That's not important"

"We are really going to play that game?"

"Right now, yeah"

"So you've known about us the whole time?" Finn pressed harder.

"Nope, I had suspicions especially when you were scoping for pot on our first meeting but I didn't know for sure until Rachel called you earlier."

"You were listening to my conversation"

"Guity" Sam said "I have been trained to notice thing's that other people would never see. Your cover is solid, was solid, but I'm guessing it might be blown now. What with Puck missing and the bugs on your phone."

"Where's my wife?" Finn asked out of habit.

"You mean Agent Berry?" Sam asked.

"No my other fucking wife Sam. Of course I mean Rachel."

"You could very well have another wife. As for Rachel, I am not sure where she is. Mercedes said she hasn't been back to the house since she left early this afternoon."

"Give me your phone" Finn said.

"It's dead" Sam showed Finn the phone.

"Unfuckingbelievable. We have to find Puck" Finn said picking his gun back up. "Now, Sam, before it's to late."

"Let's go fucking get him them".

The road lead to an old white farmhouse that had seen better days. The yard was immaculately up kept though and there were cars in the driveway. Both men knew that this might very well be a death mission but that was part of the job wasn't it, putting their lives on the line for the greater good. They parked in the shade under a tree at the far end of the driveway and Sam popped his trunk. Inside was a mini arsenal of weapons and Finn looked over at him like a kid in a candy shop. The men quickly took to the business of arming themselves and took a moment to catch their breath before they headed towards the house.

"I'll take the front, you get the back" Finn said nodding towards Sam.

"Be careful, it's just you and me, no back-up" Sam said before running off around the side of the building.

"Yeah" Finn said to himself "got it".

When Finn saw him disappear from sight he took a deep breath. He could not believe all this was going on. He awoke this morning in Rachel's arms thinking today would be just another day in Lima, Ohio but nothing about this day was normal. His thoughts flickered to Rachel and he said a quick prayer that he would get to see her again. Finn was not a religious man and he knew how pathetic it was to pray only when things get tough, but Rachel, she brought it out of him. He had no intentions of dying here today, in this farmhouse in rural Ohio but life threw it's own curveballs. Finn took a step back and lunged towards the door ready to kick it down but the door opened and he stumbled into the parlor. Smooth, Finn, real smooth he thought to himself. Two big guys were holding Sam by both of his arms as he fought against him. Before him stood a big boned women with huge glasses and dark brown hair. She was staring at him with intense calculating eyes and it scared the crap out of him.

"I've been waiting for you Finn" she said softly.

"And you are?"

"Technically, my name is Lauren Ziecis, but most people know me as Anthony Mancini. Well, most people don't actually know me at all."

"What" Finn said in complete shock, what the fuck was going on. "Your Anthony Fucking Mancini?"

"Hmmm, guess the big bad FBI didn't figure everything out did they? Or the CIA" she looked at Sam "And to think that the I is supposed to stand for intelligence."

"What the hell is going on here? Where is Anthony Mancini?"

Lauren laughed and slapped Finn "Shut up!"

"Answer my fucking questions"

"One question. I will answer one question, so chose wisely"

Finn thought for a minute. He really wanted to know what the fuck was going on here. Who this robust women was and what happened to the real Anthony Mancini but there was one question that was more important to him right now.

"Where is Puck" Finn said taking a step forward.

Lauren laughed loudly and shook her head, she grabbed Finn and threw him up against the wall. She was a lot shorter than him but she was strong and took him by surprise. He hit the wall hard feeling pain shoot down his spine as he slid to the floor.

"That's what you want to know, out of everything you want to know where your boyfriend is?"

"Fuck you" Finn spat from the floor.

"You are not very grateful for everything I've done for you" She laughed.

"Everything you've done for me?"

"Well you and that pretty little partner of yours. My bodyguards sure do like her"

Finn's blood ran could and he wanted to just kill the bitch but he was stuck, she was still a girl and he had been raised never to hit a girl for any reason. Though he's sure self defense is a good enough reason.

Behind them the men were struggling even harder to hold Sam in place. Sam wasn't a big dude but his constant movements made him harder and harder to keep a grip on him.

"Get him out of here" she said to the guys holding onto Sam.

They dragged him from the room as Finn rose back up onto his feet and pulled his gun on Lauren/Anthony, whoever this person was. He had no problem shooting her, not to kill but to injure, nobody ever told him not to shoot a girl. He wanted answers, information and he needed to find Puck. Lauren backhanded him before he even knew what hit him, his lip busting open as blood ran down his chin and onto his shirt. His gun skirted across the floor bouncing across the wood in an almost sinister sound. He heard Sam scream in the other room and he didn't want to know what they were doing to him. He felt for him though, the CIA were not as field trained as the FBI and this was technically his fault. They should have broken cover and called for back-up before going on this mission, this was the dumbest thing that he had ever done. Who the fuck did he think he was going to be, some sort of big hero, taking down the big bad mafia all on his own.

"Where is Puck?" he asked wiping the blood from his mouth onto his arm.

"You think I'm going to just hand him over to you? Maybe I want to keep that sexy, strong, muscular man for myself"

"Eww" Finn said before he could stop himself.

"You think this is funny, that he couldn't want me because I don't look like the women you see on TV" she shoved Finn again and he cursed as he slammed into the library table against the call, the mirror directly behind him shattering as his shoulder made contact with it.

What the hell was going on? He was getting his ass beat by a girl, A GIRL! He was combat and field trained and yet he was getting his ass beat. Finn had to move, now, so he leaned against the table for a moment longer before taking off, pushing past Lauren and reaching for his gun. He could feel pain shooting from the wound on his shoulder, blood running down his arm. All the sudden the front of the house blew off to their left as officers in full flank gear stormed into the farm house. The force of the blast in the living room sent both Finn and Lauren off their feet, Finn knocked his gun further away as he fell. After that it was a blur as officers ran into the room he could see they were a mixture of different law enforcement branches. Finn felt himself being pulled from the house by officers. He struggled against their hold, he had to find Puck and Sam, he knew that Sam was still alive but what about Puck.

"Agent Hudson, calm down" the officer holding his arm said.

His grip on Finn's arm was strong and tight, Finn could feel pain in his shoulder as he fought against the man. Finn tried to kick the man but his reflexes were quicker than Finn's at the moment. Finn finally actually looked over at the man holding him, FBI, how the heck had they known? He could hear officers yelling clear as they cleared rooms, pulling people from the house. He saw them drag Sam out of the house, taking him to a waiting ambulance. He was covered in blood and the sight actually sent a chill down his spine. Sam looked like shit after 30 minutes, nobody had seen Puck in almost 24 hours. His eyes scanned the chaos, where the fuck was Puck?

He heard commotion and looked back to the house as they were pulling Lauren/Anthony out in handcuffs. She was fighting against them and there was a lot of yelling going on.

He turned to the agent beside him "Where is Agent Berry?"

"I don't know sir, we haven't located her yet." He could see the worried look on Finn's face.

"Does anyone know where she is?"

"I will go find out if you promise to stand right here until I get back. Do not run into that house"

"Okay, okay" Finn sighed.

He watched the agent walk away and turned his attention back to the house. If they did not come out with Puck in 5 minutes he would so be going in there himself.

"Finn" he heard a soft voice behind him and spun around.

His mouth feel open when he saw her and he reached out and grabbed her tiny frame pulling her body close to his. He thought maybe he was dreaming, or dead, but there she was, Rachel Berry, like a fucking vision before him. He held her like that, for what felt like forever, smelling her hair and holding her close.

"How?" was all he could say when he finally pulled away.

"I didn't know what to do or where to go after I talked to you. I drove all over Lima and when I was done doing that I started to panic. I couldn't get a hold of you and Puck was missing so I trusted my instincts. Which took me to that stupid strip club, found Agent Pierce"

He looked down at her rubbing her shoulders as she continued to speak.

"I knew I was breaking cover, I knew that it was over when I opened my mouth blowing both, all, of our covers. But I busted into that club and demanded to see here. They probably thought I was just some jealous wife or something. When we were in private I told her everything I knew. She had no problem with that because she had some odd information of her own, Anthony Mancini, the real Anthony Mancini died when he was 16".

"Died" Finn said softly.

"In a car accident, the family covered up. I don't know all the details yet, the Bureau is still digging. When we contacted the Bureau and they took it from there, contacting local, state and federal officers in the area. I made them take me out there with them"

"Rachel, thank God for you" Finn said pulling her into him again.

Behind them they heard commotion and both turned to look as they pulled Puck from the building.

"Stay here" Finn said evenly as he ran off across the lawn towards his best friend, his brother. He looked like a horrible mess, he was bleeding from pretty much everywhere and his skin was a jumble of purple and yellow bruises. His left eye was swollen shut but starting to heal. It looked like he had been roughed up but then not touched again after that, the blood was dried mostly and the welts were formed already. But he was alive, he was alive! He opened his other eye and looked up at Finn, trying to crack a smile

"Fuck dude" was all he said before they dragged him off towards the Ambulance.

Finn turned around and looked at Rachel who was staring at him, arms wrapped around her body, smiling at him.

And just like that, it was all over!


A/N2: This story is not over, don't worry guys!