AN: Whoa thank you for all your reviews, all of them. Now onto Chapter 21. I do like some of your theories. More characters are going to be revealed. And to answer your questions, the twins know nothing about a ledger. That doesn't mean that one doesn't exist they just know nothing about it.

Quinn's phone buzzes, waking her up as she picks it up immediately and places it to her ear, "This had better be good," she says with a yawn as she glances at the time, it's after midnight.

Jesse's smooth voice appears on the other end of the line, "Quinn, you know those two girls that Charlie wanted us to tail and check in on. We have a bit of a situation."

Quinn's eyes widen for a moment and she's wide awake sliding out of bed and moving around her room getting dressed immediately. "What sort of situation?"

"Another player— Sugar Motta has just approached them. Charlie said she didn't want us intervening unless the situation was dire but she has bodyguards—and they have guns. Do you want us to intervene?"

Quinn grabbed a shirt, her pants unbuttoned as she exited her room, Mike and Sam had switched places with Blaine and Azimio, while Brittany and Dave had switched places with Matt and Joe. She grimaced she wanted Mike and Sam, or even Santana and Brittany with her. She had no problem with any of them but she wanted her best. "If Sugar Motta takes one step into their apartment, mentions anything about what we do, then I want you to intervene. Without killing anyone."

Jesse was quiet for a moment, "Alright, I'll see you soon boss."

Quinn grunts and slams the phone closed, before entering her twin's room and heading immediately to Brittany's room, she's not surprised to see Santana with her. "You two, I need the both of you for something," Quinn snaps flicking the lights on to their room.

Santana's up immediately, pulling away from Brittany. They both had time scheduled off, but she isn't in the mood to deal with Quinn yelling at her for being with Brittany. Brittany had done her job, they had made sure that both twins were safe, that they both had people with them on the nightshift. "Quinn this isn't—"

Quinn holds up her hand, "I'm aware of your schedules and I have no problem with you two sleeping with each other when both of you aren't on the clock. You're being punished for sneaking off, while you're both supposed to be working, and having sex. Of not protecting me. It doesn't matter I need the two of you now, there isn't any time to get Mike and Sam and you two are currently the best that I have available. So suit up, and get ready."

"Get ready for?" Charlie asks as she wanders over to Brittany and Santana's room, and looks at her twin who is all dressed up. "Where are we going?"

Quinn glances at her twin who is only in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "Sugar Motta has contacted Rachel and Norah, I don't know why but I need to deal with it."

"I'll be ready in—" Quinn gripped Charlie's bad arm and dug her fingers into where she had been shot. Charlie let out a strangled groan of pain, wrenching her arm away from Quinn and glaring at her twin.

Quinn turned her back on Charlie, "You will stay here and get some rest. Penny said to rest Charlie. I'll deal with it. I know I promised we could take care of it together. But you don't look intimidating and you haven't been resting your arm like she said to. Brittany, Santana and I can take care of it."

Charlie glared at her twin, "Quinn, I am perfectly capable of—"

"You will stay here. You're useless as you are now, and will only slow me down. Get better. I'll protect both of them while you rest."

Charlie frowns, for a moment, "Take Blaine with you. Sebastian and Jesse are already in the area. You've got your team of five of our best." She pauses for a moment, "We're not going to be able to protect them from all this are we?"

"Well I never thought we were, we can spin this you know. Most of what we do is technically done with the blessing of the US government anyway. We do business with the CIA after all, we don't have to tell them about the illegal part of our work."

"If by most you mean thirty percent," Charlie points out and shakes her head. She's quiet for a moment a contemplative frown on her face. "What the hell is Sugar playing at. She doesn't know exactly what they mean to us and the problem with hostage negations is that once they're dead—well there is nothing holding us back. Once they're in our hands there is nothing holding us back either. Any play where she takes them and hurts them in an attempt to get at us ends very badly for her."

Quinn nods and looks over at Santana and Brittany who are finishing gearing up slipping their guns into their holsters and grabbing their combat knives. "We can't kill her—not without father's permission and he'll want to know why. But—we can show her and everyone else that fucking with the people that we care about—well it's far from the best idea in the entire world."

"Keep me in the loop," Charlie says as Santana and Brittany finish getting ready.

Norah frowned, "You're friends with the twins?" She noticed Rachel going to the scrabble box and shifted her body so that she was blocking their view of what was going on inside.

"Our parents go way back," Sugar responds and takes a step forward to enter the apartment only to have Norah's arm shoot out and block her path. Sugar tilts her head, tall, athletic build, she can see why the twins thought that she was worth sleeping with.

"We didn't invite you in—" Norah says rudely. "And the twins never mentioned your name once." Rachel nods as she comes to stand by Norah blocking the entrance the gun tucked in the back of her pants.

Sugar doesn't seemed fazed by the rudeness, "Do you have Asperger's as well? You're being quite rude not inviting me in to your little hovel. The twins must be really into this slumming thing, do they have sex with you here? I thought they had more dignity than this. Sorry Asperger's."

Rachel frowned, "I don't know what you want Sugar—"

"What I want is to hire you both, for the night. I'll pay triple whatever it is the twins are paying you. For exactly what you offer them. I'm just as rich as they are, and I'm sure that I can treat you better than they do."

"I thought you said that you were their friend. That doesn't sound like something that a friend would do—and what are they paying us to do?" Rachel asks starting to get annoyed.

"You're their personal whores aren't you? Though they must not be paying you a lot if you live in a dump like this. I know! I'll put you up in one of my apartments, and I'll pay you double what they are. I mean you don't have to give money to one of those pimps do you?"

"Look Sugar, we're not prostitutes—"

Sugar tilts her head at this, "Then what do the Fabray twins see in you? I know one of them came to visit you in your bar. I can never tell them apart you know. Do they ever switch on you? You know pretend to be the other twin? I would totally do that if I had an identical twin."

Rachel looked over at Norah who shrugged because they had no idea what to make of this woman in front of them. "I think you need to leave—maybe we should call Quinn—"

Sugar pauses at that and turns to Rachel, because even she doesn't have the twin's private number. She has no way of contacting them. "You're special to them—and they leave you in a place like this? I'd hate to see what they'd do if they hated you."

"We don't want their money if that's what you're asking," Norah snaps at her. "We certainly don't want yours—"

Sugar frowned, she hadn't planned on using violence to achieve her means. She had simply wanted to take away something that the twins valued, even if it was their personal whores. But now that she knew that they held value to them, actual value, she smiled. She knew exactly how to hurt them. "Kitty—Marley we're taking them with us. If they're important to the twins than I want them. Subdue them and take them with us, and let's get out of here before I catch AIDs."

Rachel immediately pulled out her gun and pointed it at Sugar, "We're not going anywhere with you—"

"What is that?" Sugar asked tilting her head, staring at the gun. "The twins can't even get you a proper gun? They are the two biggest—"

"Sugar?" Kitty's voice came out in a strangled whisper swallowing as Sugar Motta turned and noticed two men holding guns to the heads of her own personal bodyguards. "We've got a bit of a situation."

Sugar looked over at them unimpressed, "Oh good you both can help—you work for the twins? Well I'm making you an offer that you can't refuse. I'll triple whatever it is the twins are paying you if you come work for me. I'll also treat you a lot better than how they treat you. I hear they play favorites."

Jesse wanted to laugh at this, Sugar Motta was a girl trying to play in the sandbox with the big girls. "You can't buy our loyalty." He has no idea who she is, but the twins pay them well, and he's more afraid of what Quinn and Charlie could think of then whatever Sugar could. A healthy dose of respect tinged with fear.

Sebastian glanced over at Norah and Rachel who were staring at the two of them, "Get back inside we'll handle this."

Rachel froze because it sounded like they were going to kill them, "You can't kill them. Just make a citizen's arrest or something."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Please we aren't going to kill them, we're just here to make sure that they leave you two alone and that Richie Bitch over there knows that you two are protected. Nod if you understand me Spray Tan Hawk-Nose."

Sugar pauses and notices that Sebastian is looking directly at her and she immediately covers her nose, "Fine—but they can't protect you when they leave New York—you're just a passing fancy. Come on Kitty—Marley. When you get tired of being the Fabray's bitches I'm sure you can find me," She said to Sebastian and Jesse who pulled back enough for Kitty and Marley to scramble after Sugar who had already pulled away and was heading to the building.

It was only after they were out of sight did Sebastian and Jesse put their guns away and looked at Norah and Rachel who were studying them warily. Rachel still had the gun out and was still pointing in their general direction. Jesse bowed, and Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Jesse St. James and Sebastian Smythe. We work for the Fabray twins and you two lovely ladies are perfectly safe with us. Quinn is already on her way here but until she arrives we'll stay right outside your door in case they comeback."

Norah groaned, "Have you two been tailing us?"

Sebastian glanced at Jesse, "We have, ever since you spotted that vehicle that was following you. The twins made sure that you two were always watched from a very safe distance. Though now that you two know that we exist we don't have to follow you around anymore. God you two were boring to watch."

"Ignore him, he's just upset that Dave had the night off and he isn't with him. Rachel has anyone told you that your voice is absolutely divine? I myself have a bit of a voice, but I never did get my big break, perhaps one day we can sing a duet together—"

Norah Puckerman slid the metal door closed cutting him off and looked over at Rachel who frowned at her. "What?"

"That was incredibly rude and they did just save us, we could at least say thank you. If they weren't here—" She frowns at the gun in her hands. Taking them out would have endangered the mission. Not to mention that she wasn't sure if they could have gotten out of the situation without one of them dying.

"I know—trust me I know."

"Oh look it's the twink and Saint Jackass," Santana said with a yawn as they finally arrived at Norah and Rachel's place.

"Sugar tried to take them we intervened, though both you and Charlie will have to do some heavy duty explaining," Jesse explained. "We didn't kill anyone, oh and Sugar's trying to hire people away from you. Don't worry I said no. You two scare me more than she does."

Quinn frowned and knocked on the metal door, "Good job, you two can have the rest of the night off. We'll call you when we need you," she said dismissively. She glances at Santana and Brittany, studying them for a moment. "I'm trusting you two right now, together. Charlie insists that you're both easier to manage when you're working together, and that you are capable of doing your jobs."

The door slid open and Quinn turned her attention to Rachel, "I'm glad you're safe—"

"I should be furious that you had me followed, but that's the second time in twenty four hours that something relating to the two of you has happened. This Sugar girl wanted to kidnap us. She was talking about it like it's normal and you two sat in the car and told us to our faces that you aren't criminals—that you aren't mobsters. But normal people don't go around kidnapping other people. She thought we were prostitutes and—"

Quinn's face twists and she knows this is something that she should have a discussion with Charlie—but she can spin it better than Charlie could. "My official title, my job title is that I'm the head of the weapons transport division for the Middle East and Africa. Charlie is the Head of the weapons transport division for South America and Asia. Most of what we do is transporting weapons, because we have trade agreements with many of these countries. What we do isn't illegal Rachel—"

"You're an arms dealer?" Rachel says in a hushed tone looking around before letting Quinn inside.

"In a manner of speaking, we don't make the weapons we just—deliver them. It's completely legal," Quinn insists at least some of it is. They took orders, they made sure that the orders were delivered. "We're not gangsters, we're not mobsters we really are just in shipping and logistics, and most of our job is wining and dining clients, and making sure that several important shipments are secure. We're occasionally at sea for long periods of time for those shipments."

Norah frowned, "So when Will—"

"What Schuester thinks is happening and what's really happening are two different things. We're allowed to deliver weapons. We're a shipping service, and there is a risk that people are using our ships and containers for criminal activity, but our job is to make sure that the packages, like tanks and everything else are secure, that they don't get into the hands of the terrorists. We don't launder money. We don't run an organized crime syndicate. We don't break the law," Lying is easy, and some parts of it are true. They don't really do organized crime. They just sell and ship weapons. Thirty percent of what they do is completely legal and above board, the other seventy—who they sell to. Well they've broken several international trading embargos. They deal with known dictatorships and terrorist cells. Whoever who can pay them they sell weapons to. Cartels, mobsters.

"Then why the fuck did Sugar Motta want to kidnap us?" Norah hisses at Quinn who holds her hands up.

"Truthfully I don't know, I mean I know who she is. She's the daughter of Al Motta, who is a competitor, but I only heard that she was trying to steal our contracts a few days ago. I didn't think she'd do something like this. The reason we have these guards—the reason why we have an elite team of bodyguards is because people are always trying to hurt us. It's been that way since we were kids. We didn't mean to put you in any danger—Rachel you have to believe me, we really didn't think you'd be in any danger."

"You didn't think we'd be in any danger? What happened to your last girlfriends? Shouldn't you two have some sort of plan in place so we aren't dragged into this?" Norah says angrily.

Quinn winces, she really needed her twin here with her. "Charlie's never dated anyone before. And the last time I did—well it didn't end well for anyone involved, and I haven't dated anyone in about nine years. We don't have a plan in place—because there hasn't been anyone to put a plan in place for."

Rachel frowns, "You never thought—about falling in love with someone when you two were off traveling the world? That never occurred to you? Either of you?"

Quinn frowned, it had never occurred to either of them, "We can't tell people about our bodies. Which makes dating—it's not something that we do. We don't trust people easily, but you two have earned our trust, and I know Charlie really likes you Norah, and I really like you Rachel. We can make sure that you two are safe and that you're protected. You won't have bodyguards like we do but we can make sure that you are protected." She takes a breath, "We can also leave you two alone and let you go back to your normal lives as well—I know neither of you signed up for this and we will understand."

Rachel studies Quinn for a moment it's an out and she can tell that if they were to take it now, to pack up and decide that this mission was over they would be able to get away with their lives and their hearts in tack, but the idea that never once did either of the twins that it was capable for anyone to love them—"Can we think about it—this is a lot to process Quinn. And I'm sure you two have more secrets—don't you?"

Quinn thinks about Beth, but it's not something that she can ever talk about. It is a secret that no one can know about. So she doesn't answer the question, "Of course, you two can think about it," it's a tight smile on her face, hiding the hurt that she feels but it's a huge decision, they are asking them to change their entire outlook on life to look over their shoulders constantly. They hadn't asked for that. "I'll be outside with Santana and Brittany for the rest of the night. I don't think Sugar will make another move tonight but it's better to be safe than sorry."

Rachel frowned, "Don't be silly we have plenty of room in our apartment for you to stay—"

"It's better to guard you from outside," Quinn interrupts because she can't stay in the room while Rachel is deciding. "And I need to call Charlie before she does something silly like try and escape without bodyguards." Or go after Sugar without the correct backup. "I'll be fine and I'll be out of your hair in the morning."

"Quinn you can stay—"

"Not while you need to decide what you want, I can't stay but I'll be right outside, until the morning at least," She smiles a bit, though it doesn't reach her eyes. She doesn't expect Rachel to want to stay it's only been like two weeks and that's asking a lot. So she opens the door to their apartment and closes it behind her sliding down in front of it between Santana and Brittany who glance at her. She doesn't want to hear Brittany's platitudes or Santana telling her that she's better off without a hobbit. She doesn't want to deal with Charlie's anger either. But someone needs to stop Charlie from erupting at the perceived insult. So she texts her twin and lets her know that they're okay and that they'll deal with Sugar before the weeks over.

"Disgraceful after all that training and wisdom that I imparted on them—they forget even the most basic training. I told you they would show their hand if given the right little push. I believe that they need a little crash course again. They haven't even noticed that they've been followed since the moment they arrived in New York."

"We taught them everything they know—not everything we knew. Besides Sugar Motta is as sharp as mayonnaise. She couldn't organize her way out of a wet paper bag if she wanted to. We taught them that stupid people are dangerous. This was a perfectly reasonable response."

"I'm more upset over the fact that they've forgotten all the lessons about realizing when they're being manipulated. After all if you hadn't told that Kitty Wilde what to do then Sugar probably would have just sent another assassin after them. Plus they managed to forget what I said about two rich white girls going to the ghetto."

"Enough She-Hulk and my Nubian Nemesis, we need to decide what we're going to do about this disaster waiting to happen. Remember the last time Lucy fell in love? She was on a path to be an even greater version of a one Sue Sylvester."

"We do nothing." This causes the other two women to look at her, "They know how to handle themselves we taught them how to handle themselves. They don't need us cleaning up after them anymore. They dealt with the Santana and Brittany situation. They know how to conduct themselves. If we stir up the hornets' nest, then everyone is going to get stung. They were good kids—they were happy once. We don't tell him. Lucy has tried so hard to be perfect—it's been years since she's seen Beth. And Charlie—well her body count has dropped significantly in the past few years. She's growing up. We're going to let them have this piece of happiness for as long as they can."

"And if Charlie decides to handle Sugar Motta like she handled Giovanni's son?"

"Then she isn't ready. And we'd be forced to tell Russell about what they are up to. So let's watch and see if she's learned anything."

AN: Oh look I revealed some more characters. What will Rachel and Norah decide. How will Charlie react to Quinn giving them decision and telling them part of what they do? I foresee another little spat between the twins. Read and Review