Writer's Note: First of all, thank you all for your support, I really appreciated it. The funeral was nice, saying goodbye was hard. But, here's a fresh new chapter, I hope you all will enjoy it! Please, let me know what you think, the reviews are very much appreciated. Love you all and thanks for reading so loyal!

Chapter Fourteen

Puck walked over to the bar to get another round and sat down at a stool, seeing Casey was busy serving another costumer. Interested, he watched her move and noticed she had a nice ass. Smirking, he checked out the rest of her body. She was well formed, probably smaller than him.

"Like what you are seeing?"

Startled, Puck looked up and stared into a pair of baby blue eyes. They looked amused and a bit questioning into his.

"Depending on who's asking," he smirked.

"Me."

Startled, he looked next to him were Liv had showed up. His eyes went big as he saw how much the two sisters looked alike.

"Is he harassing you, sis?" Liv asked and looked back and forth to Puck, with her hands in her sides.

"Nothing I can't handle, sis," Casey replied. "What can I get you?" she asked Puck.

"Uh… the same," he muttered.

He looked up as Liv walked back to the DJ booth and looked back at Casey. He watched her pour in the drinks and thought she looked amazing.

"So, you went to McKinley as well?" Puck asked, trying to make a conversation.

"Yes, I did," Casey answered. "I was in the band."

"Really? Cool. I was in Glee," he said, hoping it would take a while before she would finish the drinks.

"I know, we supported you with the band."

Casey looked up to him, smirking. Puck's face lit up as he remembered her being in the jazz band.

"Yes, now I know where I've seen you. You were the guitar player, right? And your sister the drummer."

Casey nodded smiling and set the drinks on the bar. Puck briefly at it and looked back at Casey. She hadn't changed much since school, she looked still gorgeous. As he was looking at her, something in the pit of his stomach came loose and flew around. It was something he had never felt before.

"Puck?"

A familiar female voice ripped through his thoughts and annoyed he looked up to Quinn, who was standing next to him.

"What is it, Baby Momma?" he asked annoyed, he didn't notice the worried frown on Quinn's head.

"I haven't seen Rachel in a while."

"She's probably checking her make up or something," Puck said, not wanting to get distracted from Casey.

"I saw her go outside," Quinn insisted in getting his attention, but Puck was still looking at Casey.

"Then you know where she is."

"She is not there. Puck, look at me." Puck finally tore his eyes off Casey and saw the blonde's worried face. He frowned, Quinn never looked this worried. "Jesse st. James is roaming around the town. He and Rachel are married."

"What?"

Now Puck had full attention for Quinn. He knew Rachel dated that douchebag, but thought the brunette would have had enough of him after the egg incident. He never had figured they would get married.

"I know, I don't understand it either. All I know is that she's terrified."

"Okay. Let's find her."

Puck stood up and left the bar. Quinn looked apologetic at Casey, who looked after Puck and followed Puck outside. They walked around the bar, but didn't find Rachel. They met again at the front of the bar.

"Where could she be?" Quinn questioned out loud, feeling desperate.

"Maybe she went home," Puck thought.

"No, her bike is…"

Her words stocked as her eyes caught something sparkle on the ground, near the bushes. She walked to it and knelt down. She gasped for air as she picked up the necklace with a star on it.

"Baby Momma, what is it?"

Puck had become standing behind her, but hadn't seen the necklace yet. Slowly, Quinn stood up and turned to face him. She showed him the necklace and his eyes narrowed.

"It's Rachel's," Quinn whispered.

Before Puck even could react, the blonde sank through her legs, crashing hard on the ground. She started sobbing uncontrollable, clutching to the necklace in her hand. Why was faith so mean to her? Didn't she have the right to be happy? She barely noticed Puck wrapped his arms around her. After what seemed hours, Puck helped her stand up.

"Come, let's get inside."

Careful, he wiped away the tears of her face and walked inside the bar. Almost immediately Jackie and Joyce were surrounding them, Steve and Ned kept their distance, but were still listening in. They both had seen Puck and Quinn storm out like there was a fire, so they knew something was up.

"What's going on? Where is Rachel?" Jackie asked worried.

"We don't know. All we found was her necklace," Puck answered, Quinn couldn't talk.

With his arm around the blonde, Puck set Quinn on a chair, afraid she would collapse again. He had never seen his friend so upset and he wondered what the hell was going on.

"What do you mean, you only found her necklace?" Joyce asked.

Now Quinn looked up, tears streamed down her face as she opened her hand. There were gasps around her as they all recognized the necklace.

"Jesse has checked out."

Jackie and Joyce both took a step aside as they heard Casey's voice behind them. The slightly tanned girl looked down on the sad blonde, who looked questioning up.

"Checked out? How do you know?" she asked confused.

Quinn knew there was a hotel in Roswell, but how could Casey know if Jesse checked out there?

"He stayed here. We have a guest house above the bar," Casey explained.

The realization hit Quinn hard. Jesse had checked out. Rachel had disappeared. Terrified she looked up at Puck, who had realized it as well. He looked as terrified as she did.

"He took her," Quinn choked out.

Suddenly, Jackie's phone started to ring. She stepped away to take the call. Quinn looked up at Casey, who had looked puzzled at them.

"Jesse probably has taken Rachel with him, against her will," she explained to the girl, Liv had come standing next to her sister.

"You're kidding," Liv said, apparently she knew what was going on.

"Liv, what's going on? Why is that bad?" Casey asked, she clearly had no idea what was going on.

Quinn was wondering how many people knew about this. She knew Rachel, she wasn't one to share her private thoughts. Apparently, she had trusted a few people here or they had found out somehow. Quinn wished she had seen it sooner, but how could she?

"I'll tell you later. Does anyone know where he took her?" Liv asked, she looked pissed off.

"Probably New York. That's where they got married," Joyce answered.

At that moment, Jackie came walking back to the crew. She looked worried, more then she had before. For a second her eyes rested on Quinn, who had stopped crying but still looked so sad and broken. It broke Jackie's heart to see the blonde medic like this again. She wondered why faith was playing so mean with this sweet woman.

"Jackie, what is it?"

Steve interrupted her train of thoughts and she looked up at him.

"We've been called back. There's another fire. It's heading the other way, but we still need to help," she said.

Ned and Steve stood up, as well did Quinn. She grabbed her jacket from the chair, but stopped mid-way pulling it on.

"Wait, who's going to fly?" she suddenly asked, realizing their team wasn't complete now Rachel was gone.

"The CO already has called another pilot, he's on his way," Jackie answered, being all professional.

She knew it was hard, but now they had a duty to fulfill. They would deal with Rachel later, after this was all behind them. Quinn nodded, she understood the emergency. She pulled on her jacket and followed the rest of the team.

"Okay. What was that about?" Casey asked confused, looking at her sister.

Liv sighed as she looked after the back of Quinn disappearing in the darkness. She had seen how close she had been with Rachel and saw how it was breaking the blonde. Liv looked back at her sister.

"Come, I'll fill you in."

She pulled her sister towards the bar, starting to talk Casey through Rachel's sad story.

The crew's filed into the locker room, Edmund's team was already changing. Quinn caught a strange face amongst the familiar faces and guessed that would be the replacer for Rachel. The blonde bit back the tears as she thought the name. She needed to focus now. As quick as she could, she pulled on her fly gear. The door opened and Jackie stuck her head around the corner.

"The fire is heading north west, so we're still in the clear," she told the crews and was about to pull back as Quinn called her.

"Have you heard anything?"

Behind her, the crews were leaving the locker room. Jackie shook her head and looked sad for a moment.

"No, sweetie. Sorry."

Quinn nodded and fished out her phone out of her pocket. She threw it at Jackie.

"Keep it with you, just in case she calls."

The black haired woman caught the phone and nodded.

"Go. Be safe."

The blonde just nodded and ran after her team out of the locker room, ready to do her duty. Jackie pulled back and walked back to the WING Ops centrum, setting Quinn's phone right in front of her.

It was in the late next morning, when the crew landed on the base. The fire was under control and there weren't any more people who were in danger. Quietly and tired, Quinn took off her gear and overall. She was left alone in the locker room and in her underwear she walked to the shower. She took off her underwear and let the warm water run down on her body. Her mind went back to the previous morning, when she had showered with Rachel. God, she missed the brunette so much. Softly, she started to sob as the emptiness once again filled her heart. Against the wall, she slid down on the floor, burying her face in her hands. She felt so lonely right now. She really thought she could be happy, to start over again after Jaidy. Apparently, faith decided differently.

"Baby Momma, are you here? We have a briefing in five."

Puck voice sounded through the shower. Quinn sighed, turned out the shower and stepped out of the stall with a towel wrapped around her.

"You really need to cut the nickname, Puckerman. They don't know around here," she pointed out to him, walking passed him into the locker room.

"I'll try," he smirked.

He leant against his locker, trying not to watch as Quinn dressed herself. He looked up as he heard she zipped her jacket and saw her sad face.

"Babe, are you alright?" he asked, pushing himself of the lockers.

Quinn shook her head, she felt like she could start cry again any second. She just missed Rachel so damn much and she wanted to start looking for her.

"Not really," she choked out.

Before she knew it, Puck had wrapped her in an embrace and buried her face in his chest. She was so glad he was here, she really missed him.

"Do you know what happened between Rachel and Jesse?" Puck suddenly asked and she back away from his embrace.

"Not precisely. I only know he's hurting her, but I don't know anything more," she said and she wished she had pushed Rachel just a bit more to let her tell what had happened.

But she knew that would have pushed the brunette away, she wasn't the same Rachel anymore. Quinn bowed her head and felt like a really bad girlfriend.

"What is going on between you two? Didn't you used to hate her?"

Puck had sat down on the bench and the blonde decided to came sit next to her friend. She knew he would going to ask this, but she had hoped it would have been under other circumstance. Together with Rachel, for example.

"Yes, I used to hate her. When I got here, I still did, sort of. But she was all friendly and cared for me, I just fell in love with her," Quinn told him, without details, she would fill him in on that later.

"Wait, what? You love her?"

Puck looked really amazed at the once so prude blonde. He did get lucky when they slept together, but afterwards she still had been so prude. Quinn smirked at his disbelieving face.

"Yes, I love her. In fact, she loves me back," she added smirking.

"No. You two went gay for each other?"

"She did for me, yes. I have dated another woman before I met Rachel again," the blonde admitted, hoping she hadn't said too much.

"You're kidding me, right? Do I know her?" he asked curious.

He really was completely surprised by this twist, he would've never guessed it. Yes, he had seen how close they had become, but this was a complete surprise to him.

Quinn grimaced as she gave answer. "No, you don't know her." A shadow slid over her face as she thought back of Jaidy. "We have to find her, Puck. For all I know, he could kill her, or worse, he could hurt her again."

Puck heard the fear in Quinn's voice and wrapped his arm around her. He agreed with her, he also knew Jesse st. Fuck. If he would ever get that man in his hands…

"Ah, here you are. The briefing is about to start."

Joyce had stuck her head around the door and looked at the two friends. She smiled, she was happy Quinn had someone who could comfort her.

"Yes, we are coming."

Puck and Quinn stood up, following Joyce to the briefing room.

Quinn sat lazily in a desk chair, next to Jackie, who was managing the WING Ops centrum. Not that she had much to do, it was a quiet day. Quinn didn't mind, she didn't feel comfortable flying with that reservist pilot. He was good at his job, but he wasn't Rachel. The blonde looked aside her friend, who was looking something up on the computer.

"Jackie, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?"

Jackie didn't take her eyes of the screen.

"Did Rachel ever tell you what happened to her? What Jesse did to her?"

This question pulled Jackie's attention and she looked aside her friend, with a sad look on her face. She didn't want to tell Quinn, she thought Rachel had to do it, but now with Rachel kidnapped, Rachel's life might be on stake.

"Yes, she did."

"Will you tell me, please? I need to know what is going on," Quinn begged and at that moment, Jackie decided to tell.

Without saying a word, she stood up and closed the door. She walked back to her chair and sat down. She looked Quinn right in the eye and started to tell.

One year ago…

Gasping for air Rachel shot up, hitting her head on the top bunk above her. They had been forced to stay on the base, due to an operation with the federal agency. Rachel felt sweaty and decided to get out of bed. Her watch told her she had a few hours left, it was five o'clock in the morning. Softly to not wake anyone, she walked out of the dorm to the canteen. She knew she would be able to sleep, not after such a terrifying nightmare. She sat down at a table and grabbed a random magazine, she probably had already read it. She flipped through it, still with her head in the nightmare. He had been haunting again, this time she was running through the full streets of New York. The worst of the nightmare had been that nobody had moved to help her. She felt tears burn behind her eyes and she didn't do anything to stop them from falling.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you okay?"

Startled, Rachel looked up and saw Jackie standing in the doorway. Quickly she wiped away the tears, hoping Jackie wouldn't have seen them. But she knew Jackie had seen them, because she came sitting across her.

"I heard you scream. Did you have a nightmare?" Jackie asked.

"Yes," the brunette admitted.

"What was it about?"

Rachel knew she could lie and say she didn't know anymore. But she didn't want to lie to the smaller woman. She liked Jackie, she just couldn't lie. But she couldn't tell the truth either, she was so scared he would find out. And if he would found out, he would… Mentally, she shook her head. He couldn't reach her, he couldn't do anything anymore to her. She left him, for good.

"Rachel?"

It was only when Jackie grabbed her hands, Rachel noticed she had started crying again. She looked up to those friendly green eyes and just knew she was going to tell.

"It was about Jesse, my ex-husband. He chased after me, through the streets of New York," Rachel started telling, now and then she fell over her words. "And no one helped me, no one stopped him."

By now, she was crying uncontrollable. Jackie scooted over to the chair next to her and wrapped her in a tight embrace. She suspected Rachel hadn't these nightmares without a reason. She knew something bad had happened to the brunette. Rachel felt safe there in the arms of Jackie and knew she could trust her.

"He used to hit me."

The words were so soft, Jackie wasn't sure she had understood it correctly. Rachel broke loose from the embrace and sat straight, staring at her shaking hands. She needed to tell someone, she was tired of carrying the secret with her. She needed to close her past.

"Whenever he was stressed, or drunk, or found a reason to it, he hit me. I always tried to please him, but it was never good enough. One night, after a failed practice of The Phantom he even forced himself into…"

She couldn't finish her sentence as tears fell down again. Barely able to keep her tears at bay, Jackie took the brunette's hands in her hands and stroked them.

"The next morning, I left. I only left the divorce papers on the table."

Sobbing next to her, brought Jackie back to the presence. Quinn had tears streaming down her face and Jackie felt she was crying as well. She embraced Quinn and so they sat for minutes, crying for the woman they both cared about. Crying for the woman who had been kidnapped to her nightmare.

"Did she ever tell you about her dream about being on Broadway?" Quinn asked, as she had calmed down enough to talk.

The question brought a smile on Jackie's face.

"She wouldn't shut up about it. One day I asked her about it, but she told me she couldn't sing professionally anymore, due to polyps on her vocal chords or something?"

"Yeah, she told me the same. But I don't believe her. I heard her sing yesterday under the shower and she sounded like she used to at school. I think Jesse has something to do with it," Quinn thought out loud.

"I believe you immediately. I think he's capable of anything."

Quinn just nodded, she knew he was.

In the middle of the night, Quinn woke up from an annoyed sound. She had been awake for hours since she got home from her shift and now she felt like she just fell asleep. The annoying sound kept going and suddenly she realized it was her phone. Suddenly awake, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and answered it.

"Quinn."

"Quinn?"

The voice sounded really thin and soft, but Quinn immediately heard it was Rachel.

"Rachel? Are you okay? Where are you?"

Quinn just couldn't stop her from shooting all these questions to Rachel, she needed to know if she was okay and where she was.

"He took me, Quinn. Please, help me."

Almost in tears, Quinn heard the desperation in the brunette's voice and knew she was not alright.

"I will, sweetie. I will. Please, tell me where you are."

"I… Jackie knows. No! Please, no!"

Quinn heard a thud and thought she heard something break. By now she sat straight up in her bed.

"Rachel? Rachel!"

Then the line went dead…