This one might feel a little weird because 1) there's a time jump and 2) it's all about Brittany. It's short but explainy.

Anyways, I suck at police lingo, especially in English… so bear with. First two sections are flashbacks hence the curved font, and then we jump back to "present time". Note that it's late March 2013 already. (Brittany and Santana last saw each other August of 2012)

CHAPTER 13

"Busted"

June 9th, 2012

"Shit!" Brittany exclaimed in a half whisper and dove her small body in behind Dave's burly one. Karofsky looked around, he wasn't gonna let anyone or anything hurt his partner and friend. When he didn't see anything he got confused.

"What?" He asked. Brittany stared down the dark street to where a colourful woman was shaking hands with a man in a suit under a lamp post. The shadiness of it was almost cliché.

"That's Sugar! She can't know that I'm a cop! That fake alias identity won't do me much good if she sees me in a uniform." Brittany explained.

"Why are you even patrolling the streets if you're undercover?" Dave asked with a frown.

"It's my favourite part." Brittany shrugged coyly until panic took over.

"Fuck! She's coming this way!" Brittany squealed with desperation in her voice and clung closer to Dave's back.

"Quick, go in there!" Dave said as it was the first solution to the situation that came to mind.

"What it is?" Brittany asked with confusion.

"Just some random bar. Go inside!" Dave insisted and basically pushed Brittany inside before walking down the street again, trying to act casual. Brittany looked around inside the bar. It had some interesting people but her eyes immediately caught two ladies in a brawl. She figured she might as well do some good since she stumbled upon it.

"Stop the violence." She said and tried to speak with authority but the gorgeous one was seriously distracting.

July 23rd, 2012

"You did what?"

"I broke up with Sugar Motta."

"Officer Pierce. Please tell me you are joking."

"No I'm sorry… I just couldn't do it anymore."

"You broke up with Sugar Motta? Without speaking with me first?"

"I knew that if I spoke to you… you wouldn't let me so…"

"You broke up with Sugar Motta?"

"Director Beiste, please-"

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"No. Yes. I just had to get out."

"Had to get out? Brittany, are you listening to yourself right now?"

"But you don't understand…-"

"No! I don't understand. I don't understand at all. You have been doing a lousy job lately. You show up late, you give bad excuses and now this? What's gotten into you Brittany?"

"Love..."

Present time, March 23rd, 2013

"Welcome back Brittany." The masculine looking woman behind her desk greeted as Brittany stepped into her director's office.

"Thank you, ma'am." Brittany said softly with her hands behind her back, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"You got yourself a nice tan there. I take it the time off was alright?" Shannon used the term 'time off' instead of calling it what it really was – a long ass suspension. Shannon was still anything but pleased with Brittany but despite their best efforts to find some sort of a replacement they still needed her for endgame.

The truth was Brittany didn't want to be any part of it anymore but she felt guilty and obligated. And having been forced to stay away from Santana for months had taken a serious tole on her. She found herself constantly ending up outside Santana's window so, being suspended anyways, Brittany hopped on a plane and left the country for a couple of months. Now that she was back, suspension over, she couldn't leave Shannon hanging.

"It was good, thank you." Brittany answered with a nod.

"So you're ready then?" The woman said raising her eyebrows and sporting a very serious looking expression. She meant business. Shannon always meant business.

"With all due respect, Director Beiste… I think we have enough evidence, can't we just send some agents to arrest her?" Brittany asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. She knew she was the one who jeopardized this mission, but she really didn't want to go through with her final task. It was worth one last try to get out of it.

"Brittany, you wanted this job, remember? You were the one who came to me and asked for it. You were just a random cop and you knew it would be a risk for me. Do you remember what you said to me?" Shannon spoke gently but firmly. Brittany remembered how grateful she had felt towards Shannon when, over a year ago, she had finally gotten this case. This case with so much promise. Brittany couldn't let her down.

"I said… that you could trust me." Brittany said quietly and looked in a different direction.

"Can I?" Beiste wanted to confirm. Brittany took a deep breath.

"Yes."

"I don't have to remind you that Sugar Motta is head of the biggest drug cartel New York City has ever seen. You fucked up once before with your shenanigans. You will not mess up this bust, have I made myself clear?" Shannon didn't really need to explain the seriousness of this situation as Brittany was well aware of it, but the woman's tone made it clear that Brittany basically had no choice.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. We need that confession."

"Sugar, let me in!" Brittany pleaded and had tears building up in her eyes, although not from wanting to go inside. She knocked on the door again.

"Please." She tried to beg.

"Why should I?" Sugar called from the other side of the door and sounded upset to say the least. She hadn't seen Jessica, or who she liked to called J-bird, in months and now she thought she could just barge back in her life?

"Sugar please. I l…-" Brittany swallowed hard. "I love you." She said and was glad Sugar couldn't see her eyes as she said it. There was almost a full minute of complete silence but then the lock on the door turned and the door chain rattled as it came undone. Brittany felt the handle and could open the door.

"How did you find me here?" Sugar asked with less anger than before.

"I know you." Brittany said softly and walked closer to Sugar. She put her hand on Sugar's shoulder but the woman, dressed in bright green, just looked at it.

"Where's your little girlfriend?" Sugar asked spitefully and remembered the beautiful woman and how hurt she had felt when she was finally confronted with the woman Brittany had left for.

"I don't wanna be with her. Or any other girl." Brittany said and felt nauseous with the scripted words. She squeezed Sugar's shoulder tighter and though it was really just a way to release some of the hurt Brittany felt inside Sugar took it as a sign of affection.

"I just want you." Brittany added and her tears fell over the edge and down her cheeks. Brittany shut her eyes. She hadn't seen Santana in so long but every time she closed her eyes, Santana's eyes and smile, and dark hair, and tan skin would shimmer at her. She missed her so much. She had tried to get away from it, heck she had even flown to the other side of the world, but being here and pretending otherwise just made her see it even more clearly.

"Sugar, do you love me too?" Brittany asked and Sugar's softening face let her know that she was getting through to the woman in front of her. Sugar nodded slightly.

"Yes!" She answered and dove into a kiss on Brittany's lips. Brittany clenched her eyes shut as hard as she could. Seeing Santana's face didn't help. She moved her lips against Sugar's but they didn't mold together with hers the way Santana's did. Sugar didn't have that delicious taste of Santana that Brittany loved to have lingering on her lips. They weren't as warm, they just... they weren't Santana's lips. Brittany wanted, needed, the kiss to end. In her desperation she pulled away, though as gingerly as she could.

"What's wrong?" Sugar asked and felt fear and anger build up inside her again.

"There's just… I wanna be with you, but I'm afraid…" Brittany spoke slowly.

"Of what?" Sugar asked confused.

"This 'job' of yours… you know theee…" Brittany dragged out the sentence.

"The business." Sugar filled in casually and nodded for Brittany to continue.

"Right the business… It seems dangerous… can't you…-" Brittany spoke slowly and hoped Sugar would cut in. She did.

"I make millions every day selling this shit, I can't just stop." Sugar explained and stroked Brittany's cheek to comfort her.

"But I don't want you to get hurt." Brittany insisted.

"I won't. I trust my people. I give them the drugs, they give me the money. It's not like I interact with the dirty cokeheads." Sugar was irritated but her high-pitch, whiny voice just made her sound silly. She gave Brittany's cheek another comforting stroke but withdrew her hand when she saw the expression in Brittany's face change completely. Sugar questioned Brittany's apologetic eyes with a frown.

"I'm so sorry." Brittany whispered before undoing the top buttons of her shirt and revealing that she was wearing a wire.

"Sugar Motta, you're under arrest for smuggling, possessing and selling drugs on a major scale. You have the right to remain silent…" Brittany said monotonously, like her voice was recorded, and stared with blank eyes as two officers entered the apartment and cuffed Sugar, who was looking at Brittany in confusion and hurt. Brittany could barely stand to look at her knowing she did that. Again.

"…Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Brittany, you did good." Shannon said and put an encouraging hand on Brittany's arm who had barely spoken a word for the whole duration of the celebration party.

"You should be proud." Beiste added with a proud smile. Since the first day Brittany had walked into her office, so full of ambition, Brittany had been so motivated to get to the bottom of this case. It was a quality to be desired and Beiste felt personally proud over Brittany for succeeding. Brittany snorted and pulled out an envelope from the inside of her coat.

"What's this?" Shannon asked and eyed the white in Brittany's hand.

"It's my letter of resignation." Brittany spoke firmly and extended her arm slightly for Beiste to take the envelope.

"Brittany Susan Pierce, I am warning you." Shannon said, sounding anything but amused.

"I wanted this case because I wanted answers but I didn't find any. I became a cop to help people but in the end…-" Brittany said staring into nothing.

"And you do help!" Beiste interrupted and tried to ensure, but Brittany just shook her head.

"I broke her heart. I broke Sugar's heart and I broke-" Brittany choked. She hadn't said Santana's name out loud in such a long time. Despite her best effort she wasn't a single step closer to getting over Santana. She started crying when she thought about the pain she had caused Santana. That look on her face, so tortured. And what for?

"Brittany, you help a lot of people…-"

"People? How can I care about people when I ended up hurting the only person left in my life who really matters?" Brittany didn't care that she probably wasn't making any sense to her boss who hadn't the faintest idea what had happened in her personal life. Nor did she care that she was making a scene.

"But helping…-" Shannon thought Brittany was making a big mistake here.

"I can help in other ways. Like I did the last couple of months. It felt good." Brittany interrupted and let out a sigh. She looked around the room and calmed herself down. "Don't worry, I'll do the paperwork and I'll talk to the press and everything… but please just leave me alone." Brittany begged to Shannon who could no longer ignore the hurt look in Brittany's eyes. Director Beiste sighed and nodded her head.

"Alright, B. It's alright."