:Authors note at the end...also please read the beginning poem it is important. :D

Be excited my friends, for today you will see

the last piece of the puzzle, there will ever be

to the puzzle there is more to add

and quite honestly it is very sad

but here the format you are used to comes to an end

for now the story begins to twist and bend

it has shown what each person thinks

representing the missing pieces, missing links

after this chapter things will start to change

the story will cover a wider range

all the pieces, all the players, all the people will be there to

together they will decide what they need to do

soon the secret will be out there

and every person will begin to care

so be excited my friends because soon you will see

that to this story there is much more than Glee

As Artie wheeled himself down the hallway he couldn't help but let a smile take over his face. At that moment in his life he was totally content. Things at home were good. He had finally gotten around to beating the Call of Duty game that was lying around his house. Even though the kids of glee were not on top of the social ladder it seemed that they were somewhat better off than when they started. He had not been slushied for a while. Most of the club hadn't been, except for Rachel Berry…but by now that was just a part of life at school. Yes, everything seemed to have settled down for him, he was happy. But when he saw the figure round the corner and come to a stop in front of him he couldn't help but think that something was going to be shaken up.

"Hello Artie." Was the cool, calm, and collected greeting the boy received.

"Um hello-"A hand was put up to stop him mid sentence. It was met with a questioning glance.

"Don't say my name". Was the confident reply that met his unspoken, yet easily implied question.

"Why not?"

An easy laid back laugh was let loose and seemed to run wild around the hall. After a shrug of the shoulders the comment was issued. "Ha-Ha I have no idea why I just said that. I guess I thought it might sound cool. Did it?"

The boy easily gave his "What kind of meds are you on" look. Before answering the others uncharacteristic question he was asked. "Even though I am very scared of how you might react to my opinion I am going to be honest. That was most likely the least cool thing I have ever seen." He then crossed his arms and stood in a semi defensive stance, waiting for a reaction, similar to one who would watch as a volcano began to explode.

To his surprise the other just laughed and gave a quick nod before letting the laughter die and a serious expression take place. "Fair enough. I thought it made me sound sort of like James Bond. And speaking of James bond I have some questions to ask you."

A look of realization and understanding took place. "So that is why you are here" after a nod from the other he added "well what if I don't want to answer your questions." His remark was sly; some might even consider it daring.

The other did not seem to be the least bit affected by the possibility that he would not answer the questions. Nope, the young detective did not miss a single beat. He was immediately leveled with a pointed glare hotter than the blazing fire of Hades. This was accompanied by a slight smirk. "If you do not want to answer my questions I just might have to apply some James Bond interrogation tactics. Some of those happen to be very dangerous- and just be warned, I do not do anything half way."

The boy swallowed hard, he believed those words, he really did. "Well I guess it's a good thing for you that I don't mind answering a few questions." The smart ass side of the remark did not get pas the other set of ears in that hall way. It was quickly decided that that sort of attitude just would not work.

"Oh no it is not a good thing for me. It is a good thing for your physical and mental health. Not for me. I don't know what has crawled up your ass, but cut but cut the god damn bad ass attitude. I just need you to answer some things." There was not much threat in the last part just a tired plea.

Artie decided that giving trouble wasn't really worth it. And besides he did not need the bodily harm that could come out of it. So ultimately the attitude was dropped. "Fine, fine I am sorry. Just ask the questions and I would be happy to answer to the best of my ability."

The kindness and ease at which the other was willing to answer was appreciated. It just made a very hard thing that little bit easier. So a small semi relaxed smile was let out and the rigid posture was replaced by one at ease. "Thank you, it means more than you know."

The boy smiles, he just had to. Being annoying is fun for a while but seeing how happy he made the other by being agreeable was so much better. "Not a problem"

"Okay so what do you think of Rachel berry?" At first the question seemed totally random with no meaning behind it. But if looked at close enough there was more than a normal amount of emotion behind it.

"Aggressive when it comes to singing. Seems to like control, I do wonder why sometimes. I know she seems to like pushing me while performing, like literally pushing my wheel chair."

"Well that is umm interesting I did not think she was the aggressive type" was the unsure reply

The boy let out a laugh. "Yeah Rachel really doesn't like violence that much; she is more aggressive in the mental kind of way I guess. She is ambitious like that. The whole pushing the wheel chair thing is simple. She thinks it looks cool. So no, she's not really into violence or physical control much at all. I actually think she hates it."

"Yeah, okay that's what I thought. She always says how violence is never the answer and all that peace stuff."

"Exactly" was the response with an amused smile

"So speaking of what Rachel is like have you noticed anything different than her usual self."

It was an odd question, no doubt about it. But it also brought out a memory that did not sit well with him at all. Something that had been lightly bothering him for a bit of time since it had happened. This was the perfect time to get it out. "I did notice her do something really odd once. It has been bothering me a bit, but it probably isn't too big of a deal. But I can tell you about it if you want"

The question was met with an eager and grateful nod. With that he continued on to his story. "Okay so it was maybe a week ago and it actually happened in this part of the hall way…"

I had just gotten out of history by faking a head ache. Usually I wouldn't do that sort of thing, I mean I do kind of like history, but that day the lecture was so boring I was pretty much about to go into hibernation. As I started to go down the hall I heard shouting and the sound of something or someone being slammed into the lockers- something that I think all of us glee club kids are used to. I decided I might as well get closer so I could see what was going down. I found a place where I could see what was going on, but I was in the shadows so no one could really see me- perfect is exactly what I was thinking.

And as I looked on it wasn't necessarily a strange sight. I'm sure a lot of kids from glee had been in the exact same spot. I know that I sort of was. It was really depressing to watch. A girl was being pushed up against the lockers by Karofsky. She wasn't really pretty; I guess she was another one who was considered a loser. It was not a friendly embrace, not at all. It was torture: Karofsky's specialty. Those two must have been part of the class that had a free period, which meant no one would be looking for them anytime soon. I wanted to step in, I was going to, I really was, I did not want to be like those people who stand and watch doing nothing while I am hurting, but I had this feeling. It told me to wait, and I did. I just watched as the scene unfolded before my eyes. It was totally crazy.

Karofsky took the girls glasses and threw them to the floor as a sickening crack was made. I think the girls name was Rebecca. "So what math equation is going to get you out of this one?" His voice was too arrogant for someone who was picking on somebody one fourth his size.

The girl gave him a cold look but could only whimper a sad "I don't know."

He suddenly let out a loud monstrous laugh before pressing on her harder. "Oh so now the super genius doesn't know the answer to something. Shocking isn't it?"

The girl did not answer and I guess he did not like that because he repeated "isn't it?"

There must have been fire, death, evil in his eyes because when she met them she froze and let out a small "yes". Right after she said it she averted her eyes choosing to focus on the much friendlier floor.

His whole body seemed to stiffen and his face contorted into a look of pure rage or so it seemed. He held up his hand high behind his head that could only mean his intent was to give her a slap that she would not be forgetting any time soon. Before he could let the destructive blow loose he decided to mutter one final insult to instill the fear that it seemed only he could, hand poised in the air he stated " look at me you god damn bi-"

And this is the part where I practically had a heart attack. Rachel Berry had come out of a side room or something and ran into him so hard that he fell to the ground with her on top. She swiftly, forcefully, uncharacteristically, kneed him right in the crotch. She held down his hands with her own while furiously shouting "Don't you dare even think about laying a hand on her you cave man. She is not a bitch; she has a name-Rebecca. Not that you have the right of even talking to her. And you have absolutely no right to touch her." I could feel the heat radiating off of Rachel and I'm sure Rebecca, who had escaped to a safe distance away, could feel it too.

"Get off me-" but before he could finish a knee was forcefully pushed into his body once more eliciting a groan.

Rachel's seething voice could be heard once more. She dropped down right to his ear and viciously whispered. "Yeah how does it feel Karofsky? How does it feel to have absolutely no control-to have someone torturing you?" With the last word she raised a hand and slapped him right across the face.

The smack was loud and it echoed off the walls. But it wasn't just the sound of her hand connecting to the moron's face; it was the sound of a fight, the sound of someone being pushed to extremes.

It wasn't the best move though, for Karofsky used his free hand to push Rachel off her back hitting a row of lockers. But that sound was nothing compared to the slap. He got up and walked off with whatever dignity he had left still muttering obscenities.

The last thing I saw was Rachel being helped up and thanked by Rebecca. No, the last thing I saw was the hell, the fire, the whole of god damn Hades and the devil himself blistering in Rachel's eyes.

"Wait, why have I not heard about this?"

Artie put a thoughtful hand to his chin before saying "Karofsky sure as hell didn't tell anyone, he does have a reputation to uphold. And I don't really know but Rachel hasn't seemed to utter a word about it at all."

He was regarded with a look of suspicion. "What about you, why haven't you told?"

He let out a scoff. "It's not my place to tell, not at all."

There was a nod of understanding before the detective said. "My god it is so odd that Rachel wasn't hurt more, but I am grateful"

The boy nodded his agreement, and then another thought came to mind. The original question that brought out the story and the answer he had now chosen. "What's odd is that Rachel attacked him. She uses her words, she uses her great mind, she uses her voice, she uses music to get what she wants, to stand up for what she believes in. Rachel Berry does not use violence."

With that he let out a quick goodbye leaving the other to analyze every word he had just said, to make sense of it all.

Yes, that day Rachel Berry used violence to stand up for what she believed in. Something pushed her over the edge. Something pushed her so far that she crossed her own moral rules. Something just made her snap. She can bend but Rachel Berry never snaps. The makeshift investigator had found all the pieces, they were all there. The only thing left to do is put them together and figure out what the picture truly is.

So thanks for reading. Review if you can and tell me if you like where this is going. If not, thanks for just reading the story. Also I have started another story called Kryptonite if you want to stop by and check that one out, tell me what you think about it, it would be really awesome. It's a lot different than this story, but there is a bit of mystery there too and there is some immediate Faberry scenes. Thanks again