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Chapter 11: I'll be watching you
Once back in the car, both girls started laughing. They succeeded to put the bug on Brody's phone and even had some fun doing it. The night was a success so far, now they could go home.
"Wwwoooh, well that was fun" Santana said.
"I agree. It was pretty fun" Rachel responded, starting to laugh again. She stopped abruptly when she noticed a car following them in the rear-view mirror and accelerated.
"What was that about?" the detective asked seriously.
"A van is following us" the agent stated.
Santana took a look through the rear window and saw a dark red van. "Oh fuck"
"Don't worry, I've got this" the petite brunette replied confidently.
The detective looked at her for a moment and asked "Do you want me to take the wheel?"
"No, I am a precision driver. At Quantico, they thought I was the instructor. And yes, I was that good" stated the federal agent with a proud smile.
"God, do you have to be like that? I'm trying to be nice but you make it really hard for me when you do that" Santana snapped.
"What do you mean when I do what?" Rachel questioned incredulously, still trying to lose the van that was getting closer to them.
"Just forget it. Lose them!"
"What do you think I am trying to do Santana!" the agent shouted, driving the car in an empty street.
Having enough, Santana raised her left foot and put her heel on the brake "I'm going to show you how I do it" she said before the car stopped abruptly. The van behind them dashed against the back of their car.
"Oh my god, you are crazy!" Rachel shouted while they both exited the car with their guns in hand.
"FBI! Drop your weapon" the agent yelled at the 2 men in front of her.
"Special Agent Ben Israel, DEA, drop it" responded one of them.
Santana and Rachel looked at each other for a minute before they dropped their guns.
All the agents were standing next to the van, trying to understand the situation.
"I'm sorry about earlier Agent, I thought you were an assassin, because of a…. the gun and the van…" started Rachel.
"And because you look like a fuckin sociopath! Did you see your hair and those glasses? And god, what a schnoz!" Santana mocked.
"Oh yeah, so just because of my look, you think I'm a bad guy?" Ben Israel questioned
"Well yeah!" / "No, no" said the girls at the same time.
"Well let me tell you this, I'm a DEA agent! And we've been working on that case for 2 months, watching the Cheerios club. And you two are coming here, one night, like a couple of amateurs, almost blowing the all thing" Agent Ben Israel explained angrily.
"Excuse me sir, but obviously you have no idea who you speaking with. I am federal agent Rachel Berry…"
"Yes, I am sure your résumé is as impressive as… your… outfit…" the DEA agent trailed off, staring at Rachel's legs, who tried to hide them.
"Hey perv! Stop looking at her like she's fucking piece of meat" Santana ordered.
"Stop it!" finally spoke Jesse St James, Ben Israel's colleague "We are working on this case for too long to let you take all the credit."
"Yes, stay away from our case. We don't need your legs, and…ass, and boobs…" said Ben Israel, still ogling Rachel.
Santana was ready to punch him when she saw her brother on the screen hung in the van. He was talking with Brody Weston. "Shit" she whispered. She looked at the DEA agent and said "Fuck you psycho!" before making her way back to the car.
"Whenever you want lady" Ben Israel replied, licking his lips.
Rachel watched Santana leave questioningly and then looked the monitor screen in the van. She could see Sebastian Smythe, Brody Weston and a third man she never saw before.
She turned her attention to the agents "Gentlemen, this is not over" the FBI agent stated before going back to the car.