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A/N: Thanks so much to all you faithful readers and reviewers. My goal was to finish this chapter this weekend, and I barely accomplished it. There will be an epilogue so don't worry too much about the ending. I just want to thank each and everyone of you for sticking with this dark story, and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. This chapter is also dedicated to another show that served as inspiration for this work that wasn't mentioned with Taken and Untraceable in my first A/N. But Missing starring Ashley Judd was one of my favorite shows that had me addicted and also serves as a major inspiration for this chapter's endings.
"My cousin assured me that we already have the yacht and a suitable storm blowing up at the right time with the right witness in place to make sure everyone believed that they are overboard when in fact they will be taken to a hidden compartment in the ship that no one who searches the boat will be able to find them. We will have them drugged to insure they are kept quiet, and then the boat will return to me and my family's yacht as we bring them to New York, and then we will have them branded as our merchandise before I take them to the training center in Lima. Everything will go as planned." Carl assured Jesse after witnessing the man's doubts.
The two men continued to talk as the Cheerios were named National Champions again and were notified of their victory cruise by one of the competition's sponsors. At first Howell began to get nervous when Sylvester appeared ready to reject the cruise, but the little Down's syndrome blonde cheerleader begged and pleaded, and Carl was able to breathe when she finally agreed that the squad and their entourage would be able to go on the cruise.
Carl rubbed his hands together as he thought of every move his lovelies just made on the stage. He was getting so fixated on them he was like Golem in The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and The Hobbit. They truly were his precious, and he was going to enjoy the plans he had for them; because once they saw his face, they would know who he was and would never be allowed to be freed. They were going to be either his or somebody else's love slaves for the rest of their lives, and he now needed to feel their lips on his body as he trained them just how he wanted them to give up their control not lose it but to completely surrender themselves to him and his tutelage.
Chapter Twenty
Part Two
"What in the hell do you mean you can't find Jones and Lopez?" Sue was the one bellowing when Fabray came to her notifying her that the two girls were missing. She knew the agents wouldn't be so unprofessional to go off and be with Chang and Evans as some of the Cheerios had suggested. Brittany had told her earlier that the two were given a note requesting that they meet their boyfriends on deck right before the freak storm blew up. After notifying Washington of this, Sue watched as the agent contacted the two men who both declared they had no knowledge of this note or the two lady agents' whereabouts.
Washington was busy searching the boat high and low with Chang and Evans convincing them that there was no way the two would have both gone overboard and because of the storm that there was no way that the two could not be on the boat. So, the agents split up and began to search the boat high and low for their colleagues.
Sue knew never to leave a job like this for amateurs and began to set her elite trained Cheerios to track down the locations of Jones and Lopez and to use every trick in their disposal to uncover any information. She had begun to care about the two a lot since she had gotten to know them better, and she was not losing a Cheerio on her watch. Although the feds didn't know, Sue had been training Brittany, Quinn, and three other Cheerios for combat since students began disappearing in show choir competitions. She wasn't willing to lose a single Cheerio to the perverts that were abducting show choir singers. At first, she only wanted to make sure Brittany and Quinn would be safe regardless of the promise/threat she had given to Schuester. To ensure their safety she had also trained McKenzie "Mack" Gailiano, BritneyParks, and Hannah Douglas to be able to fight to the death to protect their fellow Cheerios sisters. She even made the girls offer their talents as dancers to accompany New Directions whenever they went to Nationals to make sure not a hair on her girls' heads were ever touched by some nasty pervert.
Sue also hadn't told the FBI about the tracking devices that she put under the skin of all her Cheerios when they had their physicals before allowing them to be a part of her squad. The tracking chips that Lopez and Jones had on them would notify her of their location as soon as she was off the frigging boat and able to access her laptop that was now in her hotel room's safe. Because she had illegally had the agents' tracked, she wasn't going to reveal her information, and plus she just didn't trust Washington and especially the lovesick Evans and Chang to be competent enough to rescue the girls without having to follow FBI protocol. She and her girls would be able to go rogue and locate Jones and Lopez and bring them back to the plane in time for the flight to Lima by nine tomorrow. Sue wasn't worried. Nobody messed with her Cheerios and lived to tell the tale.
"Agent Washington, we have searched this vessel high and low, and it would appear that both Agents Jones and Lopez are no longer on the ship. We have several witnesses who heard screams and a loud splash and even saw clothing appearing in the water below around the time of their disappearance." The Coast Guard officer had responded to the case as soon the agents' disappearances were reported by local and federal law officials.
"I don't care if you and your men have searched the entire ship and the waters below and even found articles of their clothing, I don't believe that those two were thrown off the ship by that sudden storm. The note that they received to meet their "boyfriends" was a hoax. Those agents didn't send the message, and the two agents have been targeted for abductions by a known sex trafficker. He must have used a submarine or some other type of vessel to get his men to send the note, meet the girls, and force them over and inside the water transporting vehicle, if they are not on this ship; that is the only explanation that I am willing to accept. You can go ahead and give your findings to local officials and air the report that they are missing at sea and presumed dead, but believe me you better search every vessel that is on the waters between here and Antarctica before I believed that those two agents are dead." Washington said after being exhausted from spending six hours on the ship and not finding a clue to what happened to her underlings.
"Sam, you have got to calm down. We know that they are still alive. They are of too much value to Howell alive. I agree with what Washington told the Coast Guard official. Somehow they were taken and on our watch when we couldn't even foresaw this happening at such a time and location. Out in the middle of the fucking Atlantic Ocean, and we thought they were safe. We messed up, but we will move heaven and earth to get them back before that psycho has his way with them." Mike said failing to calm his partner down. Sam had ransacked the ship and even stripped down to dive into the water after the pieces of clothing floating in the water were discovered. He would have jumped to his death if Mike and Washington both hadn't held the crazed agent down. Sam hadn't spoken an intelligent word since they found out about Lopez's and Jones' disappearances.
Mike was worried too, but he tried to remain emotionally detached knowing that it was better if he handled the case as an agent and not as friend and potential lover. But, he knew the stress of the situation and seeing Sam going postal was not helping him remain objective. He had listened to Washington as she told the Coast Guard officer her explanation before going back to Sam to tell him what the official ruling was going to be.
Sam had acted like a crazy man once again and was standing there crying which was good in maintaining his cover as a high school student being grief stricken about the love of his life being lost at sea, but his actions were not helping them with the case. Mike looked into the man's eyes and could have sworn that happy go lucky person that Evans used to be was gone and what was left was a man who was about to go crazy if he didn't get off the ship soon and try to find Howell and his associates.
Mike left Sam and went to Washington and tried to come up with a plan to help them solve the agents' kidnappings and end this case as soon as possible because if Sam was allowed near Howell, St. James, or even Schuester, Mike knew he wouldn't be able to prevent his partner from beating the truth out of them and still killing them after he got what he wanted.
It was the next day, and Sue Sylvester had the location of Jones and Lopez right in the palm of her hand. She had sent the private jet of Cheerios minus her five back to Lima that night with presumably her and her cheering ninjas with them, but Sue had called her parents and arranged for assistance and a boat to take them closer to the signal that she was barely picking up. As soon as she retrieved the laptop and gotten dressed in her head to toe black apparel and made sure her Cheerios that remained had done the same, she had left the airport with not one, but two CIA trained operatives who were familiar with this type of case. Rebecca and Paul Winstone were now no longer affiliated with the CIA after the abduction of their son Michael. The couple had to arrange her disappearance and burn their associations with the agency after the debacle that resulted in Rebecca doing whatever he took to get their child back home safely.
Sue felt confident that with the Winstones' help that they would be able to infiltrate Howell's secret lair and security and return with the agents unharmed. Sue Sylvester never failed, and she was confident that Operation Rescue the Sirens would go off without a hitch. After watching Evans melt yesterday, Chang go all stoic, and Washington follow procedure like a nice government pansy, Sue knew she had to pull out all the big guns that were in her disposal. Her dear mother agreed and had contacted the Winstones, and they had devised a plan that would hopefully be as easy to execute as it had been to plan.
What had made Sue refused to share any knowledge of her secret plans with Washington at all was discovering that the FBI didn't even check out the sponsor who had given the winning squad the cruise as part of their winning the championship. When Sue discovered that the girls were still on the ship, she was livid that the FBI, Coast Guard, and all other local officials were unable to find the secret compartment that the two had to be hidden in. Washington had goofed and had gotten comfortable thinking that the agents were not in danger unless they were at a show choir competition, or she would have found out that the sponsor and the owner of the boat had deep ties with the Greek mafia that Howell was affiliated with.
Because they didn't know the girls precise location on the ship, Sylvester had arranged a submarine to follow the boat knowing that the girls would eventually have to get off the boat to be placed in the hands of their new owners if a sale had taken place at the championship. Her ninja cheerleaders were ready to go in on the boat and kick ass, but Sue had prevented them from doing this by promising them that we have as much action as their hearts desired once the were assured that Jones and Lopez were alive and were in a position to be rescued.
For some reason Sam Evans couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned all night hoping and praying that he was dreaming, and his trust in his partner and his superior officer hadn't caused him to loosen his guard and his need to know where Mercedes Jones was at all times. He had cursed, fought, screamed, and finally prayed to God that the monster hadn't hurt the love of his life in any way. He just had a feeling in his bones that no matter how he tried to tell Chang that he felt he had to keep Jones in his field of vision at all times or something bad was going to happen never left him no matter how irrational his fears and concerns were. It was the reason why he died his hair for this case in the first place so he would be able to protect his partners from becoming statistics of abductions.
How in the hell did they expect him to sleep and return to Lima to continue to follow Schuester. He was not going no matter what Washington said even if it caused him his job; he wasn't going anywhere. He still had a tracking device in the necklace he had given Jones for Valentine's Day, and he knew that he would be able to find her as long as she was able to keep that piece of jewelry on. He was going to find her and Lopez and bring them home, and he wasn't going to involve Mike 'by the book' Chang who would surely report everything to Washington. The FBI fucked this up, and Sam was going to have to go rogue and bring back the woman he loved, and he didn't care if he was forever screwing up his career; he wouldn't be able to survive without knowing that his inactions caused him to lose Mercedes for the rest of his life.
Sam was so caught up in his thoughts as he snuck out of the motel room that he didn't notice Chang was trailing behind him. Mike knew Sam's silence and withdrawal meant that the agent was up to no good. He had informed Washington that he would take care of Sam while they waited for more evidence and orders in how they were to proceed with the case. Mike was shocked to see some kind of digital device that Evans had as he dressed for his covert operation. Mike had never put on his pajamas and turned the light off so Sam couldn't see that Mike still had on his sweats and had everything he needed in proximity to be able to follow Sam if he somehow lost his mind and tried to return to Lima to beat the truth out off of their top suspects. He was surprised to find out that Sam was leaving the hotel room and using the technology as a tracking device. Shit he should have known that Sam had some type of device on Jones that the FBI was unaware of. He continued to follow Sam as the agent hailed a cab, and he did the same and realized that they were headed back to the marina.
"Has law enforcement finally given the captain the okay to allow the boat to leave the dock?" Howell asked not prepared for this delay. The sedative that his angels were given would be wearing off pretty soon, and he didn't want anything to mess up their drop off to him and the beginning of the erotic games that he had already arranged. He was going to treat them just like a sheik and train them to be concubines just like sex traffickers of old. He knew that they would be feisty and he would drug them if necessary to get them submissive to his desires. Once they realized that they were now his property and given the new names he had already designated for them of Amber and Naiya, the two would realize that they were no longer free to do what they wanted. That their lives, food, clothing, air, and water all were controlled by him.
Mercedes would be known as Amber and Santana would be known as Naiya. Suitable names for his fantasy since they were of Arabic origin. He couldn't wait to dress his girls in the harem outfits that he had already ordered. Hearing them say yes master as they sucked his cock and allowed him to do all the sensual, sexual, and erotic things that he could imagine had kept him up all night hard with arousal knowing he was so close to fulfilling every fantasy he had ever imagined with his dirty angels.
"We were given clearance just an hour ago. We should meet up with your yacht in about four hours if the weather and winds are favorable." Carl heard as he was busy imagining his fantasies that he got so distracted that his minion had to tell him that piece of news not once but three times before he was able to comprehend and end the phone call. Just four more hours, and Carl would soon get to be able to live out his fantasies and finally have his precious angels to himself, and he couldn't wait.
Sam couldn't believe that Sue Sylvester, Brittany Pierce, and Quinn Fabray along with three other cheerleaders and a man and woman he didn't know were at the dock appearing to be tracking the locations of Jones and Lopez as well. Sam knew that he couldn't trust Sylvester, and obviously she felt the same about not trusting the FBI. She was going to stage a rescue with high school students putting their lives in danger, and Sam couldn't comprehend what her logic was in attempting to do something so dangerous and asinine; then he remembered this was Sue Sylvester, outrageous was a mild description of her mental processes. He saw the submarine and the group meeting near it to go over logistics, and Sam crept into the vessel to hide knowing that once that ship left without him having back-up or water transportation that this was the best way at retrieving both Lopez and Jones.
When he felt another presence immediately get in the submarine behind him, Sam almost shitted on himself for getting discovered and now having to convince Sylvester to allow him to accompany them in their ridiculous rescue mission. He was about to try to charm himself into being allowed to join Sue and her motley crew. Sam couldn't help but thinking what possessed Sue to include Brittany Pierce. What the hell was she thinking? Quinn was lethal enough in her stares; he had no doubt that with her brain and intellect she could help Sue and her crew, but Brittany 'dim bulb' Pierce not fucking likely. Sam was shocked to feel a hand go over his mouth, and he picked up his partner's smell before visually recognizing Chang, and the realization that he had been followed the whole fucking time and didn't have a clue dawned on him. Maybe Washington and Chang were right, and he was no longer being objective enough to be a value to the case.
Mike realizing that Sue and her crew would soon be boarding the vessel not giving Sam and him time to talk put his hands on Sam's mouth to prevent him from speaking and urged Sam to walk deeper in the vessel and look for a place that they could hide and overhear what plans Sue Sylvester had made. He was shocked to realize that the cheer coach and five of her squad were not on a plane headed to or arriving in Lima, Ohio. He was in the military, and the little knowledge of war craft that he still had in disposal from his time serving his country alerted him to the fact that the vessel that there were in was about as easy to get a hold of as a billion dollars. He didn't recognize the adults that Sue was talking to, but he knew her CIA connections must have pulled through and that Sue was going to try rescue the girls as well. Mike knew that he and Sam were powerless to stop her; it was eight against the two of them, and even if they could take the Cheerios, he knew that in good conscience neither him or Sam could even imagine hurting Brittany or Quinn. So, it was best that they stayed quiet, and as soon as they knew Sylvester's plan, they would serve as backup and go in to save the two women that they were willing to die for.
"I am not the least surprised that Howell was so stupid to use a phone to contact the captain of that measly boat. I am so glad that you tapped that line yesterday Brittany when you went to visit him and offered him a blow job if he would let you pilot the boat. The man was so stupid that he believed you and while you were working on his tiny dick he had his eyes closed while you tapped that line and nearly bit off his balls." Sue said while stroking Brittany's hair as they all made their way into the submarine.
"Well that does help us in retrieving the agents. They will be near Howell's yacht in four hours, and we need to make sure he has custody of the agents so that the two agents will be able to arrest him and send him to jail were his sick ass belongs." Rebecca Winstone said as she realized that Sue Sylvester was as a ruthless as her mother and was willing to do anything to get her way.
"I am just so glad that I could help bring back Cedes and San. Those two besides Quinn are like my best friends ever, and I can't wait to kick ass and help them escape so Lord Tubbington and I can invite them on our next Fondue for Two webisode about federal agents pretending to be high school students and not being discovered by anybody but the one and only Sue Sylvester." Brittany said as she cheered herself up at the role she had already played in helping to bring back her Cheerios sisters.
"Brittany, you know that Coach Sylvester only told us they were agents to assure the Winstones that we didn't need to go through proper legal channels. We are not supposed to know that Mercedes and Santana are undercover agents, and we are sworn to secrecy to never reveal this information. Lord Tubbington will never speak to you again if you reveal this information." Quinn admonished her friend.
"Okay, well no Fondue for Two but after we help rescue them, we seven are going to have a slumber party at my house to celebrate once all the evil people are put in jail." Brittany said as she got up and immediately begin to execute a series of kicks and moves that left little doubt to Sam's and Mike's minds on why Sue Sylvester had involved these particular Cheerios in her rescue mission. Especially when they began sparring with each other and getting ready to kick some ass because nobody messes with the Cheerios, the agents heard them say when they finished their sparring exercises and listened to the plan that the Winstones and Sue had devised.
Mike didn't want to admit he was impressed, but he was and he doubted that the motley crew needed him or Sam to fulfill their well organized and almost ruthless plan. No lives were to be spared by this crew whereas the federal government wouldn't be as ruthless. When McKenzie "The Mack" began detailing how she wanted first crack because she hadn't smelt the smell of human blood in awhile, Mike was convinced that Sue had her own private army of ninja cheerleaders who served as mercenaries by the way the were acting and yelling out suggestions as they tried to imagine how much of a crew Howell would have on his yacht, and how many people they would have to take out to get to Lopez and Jones.
When the four hours were up, Sam had forgotten to turn off his tracking device so when the submarine neared the surface the steady sounds of beeps could not be unheard by the occupants on the submarine who soon discovered their presence. Instead of tying them up and forcing them to stay on the sub, Sylvester was impressed enough by their stealth, tracking device, and ability to accompany her on mission that she was able to prevent the Brittanys from kicking both Evans and Chang's asses. After a quick conversation Sylvester had the two agents agreeing to follow the plan and to stop thinking with their dicks and hearts and use their tiny brains to help make Operation Rescue the Sirens a resounding success. She promised to feed their asses slowly bit by bit while they were still alive to the sharks herself personally if they messed up in any way.
Sam was relieved that Sue and the Winstones granted him and Mike amnesty and allowed them to be a part of the rescue. They were a mini army now, and even though they were still outnumbered by Howell's crew, they were confident that they would be able to free the abducted agents with as few casualties as possible. When Sam saw Mercedes and Santana blindfolded, tied up, and being transported to Howell's yacht by a lifeboat that was sent from Howell's yacht, he almost lost focused and went berserker right then. Mike felt the same anger that Sam felt and calmed his friend down as they watch all the submarine occupants slowly leave the sub and began to use the suction devices and sticky gloves to get on board and begin to climb onto Howell's yacht at different positions using acrobatic skills that were reminiscent of Cirque du Soleil performers.
Howell's crew was so busy with transporting the two females and readying their boss's bedroom for his Arabic fantasy that nobody was looking as one ninja cheerleader after the other gained access to the yacht after the Winstones. Sylvester was to stay on the submarine and to contact the coast guard and FBI once the operation was a success. Mike and Sam were the last two to make it on board the yacht because they were no way as near as agile and quick as the cheerleaders and the Winstones.
Paul Winstone made sure that everybody was in place before he shot a flare gun as a distraction causing the lifeboat to catch on fire as soon as Lopez and Jones were on board the ship. This made Howell's men go crazy as they tried to figure out what happened. Before they could do anything, they were being attacked and being pulverized by the kicks and gymnastic moves of the five Cheerios who had no problem relieving the men of their weapons as the Winstones, Chang, and Evans fought alongside them.
Howell who had immediately run to his bedroom with one man and his lovelies was trying to reach his cell phone to call in reinforcements from the other ship which was barely a mile away. Sylvester was able to listen to the call because of Brittany's bug, and had turned the submarine around to play battleship and bomb the boat causing it to sink.
Once Howell heard the screams and commotions coming out from the cell phone, he took this time to look outside his window to see the submarine now turning around with its weapons locked on his ship. He knew that whatever crazy person at the helm of the submarine would not hesitate to use brute force on him, and he knew that his goose was cooked, but he was so far gone that he was not going to allow any minutes that he still had left with his angels to be wasted.
He had his man removed their blindfolds, and he saw that they were just coming out of their drugged stupor by looking at their pupils. He ordered for them to be undressed and tied to his bed. If he was going to die today, he would die a man sated from having sex with the both of them, Carl maniacally thought as he began to strip himself and prepare his cock to take both of them at the same time.
Carl was so busy rubbing his dick that he didn't hear the sounds that were coming downstairs in the yacht nearing his room; before he could even touch Mercedes or Santana, the door to his bedroom was burst open off its hinges and Sam Evans and Mike Chang both came in not willing to draw their guns as they both headed towards Carl and his minion to give them both the ass kicking of their lives.
Mike knew Sam was like a demon possessed man and went towards the guy who was undressing Santana and lingering with his hands on her breast. He kicked the man in the throat in an acrobatic way that would make Sue if she were there believe that he was a ninja like her Cheerios. Mike having stunned the man untied Jones and Lopez and urged them to dress as he dragged the man who was still gasping for breath away from them as he did a series of combination moves that had left the man bleeding and unconscious.
Santana had gotten up and joined Mike to fight more of Howell's men as Mercedes tried to keep Sam from killing Carl Howell. Sam had taken his fists and reorganized Howell's face and was continuing to maul him even though Howell was unconscious if not dead. It took Mercedes gentle voice and touch to bring Sam back as he had blacked out and was not really cognizant of what he was doing. It wasn't until the Winstones had found the two and told them that everything was accomplished with Jesse St. James crying like a bitch spilling all his secrets to Quinn as she threatened to pulverize his ass if he didn't reveal everything he knew, so that Mike was able to arrest him and give Sue the go ahead to contact the Coast Guard, Washington, and everybody else needed to sort out this tremendous clusterfuck.
"Never in my life have I been so embarrassed. You four set me up for failure and looking like a straight idiot. I had to lie and say that of course I knew that Chang and Evans were able to hitch a ride on the boat that they had last seen Jones and Lopez on and somehow end up on Howell's yacht and help bring down a hundred Greek mafia members and almost kill Howell in process after sinking the boat that they had stowed away on. Your asses better be glad that none of the men on that boat were willing to admit to the knowledge that a bunch of high school cheerleaders kicked their asses. If word ever got out on the role that Sue Sylvester and her scary terrorist cheerleaders played in rescuing two federal agents and leading to one of the biggest arrests in the history of the FBI, I will kill all four of you. I know Lopez and Jones are innocent, but I will kill them if I have to in order to make sure my career in the agency is not destroyed." Washington took a break looking at their faces and unwilling to admit that Sue had gotten the best of her, her junior agents had gotten the best of her, and she missed all the ass kicking and only had her new promotion to look forward to as being credited with being the mastermind behind the entire operation that lead to a series of the biggest busts in sex trafficking that had ever been made by the agency. St. James sang like a canary whenever anyone mentioned the name Quinn, and several former show choir members were returned to their homes and families because Quinn Fabray didn't play.
Howell had been unconscious and had to receive intensive medical treatment because it was implicated that he was about to rape two federal agents after having them drugged and transported to his yacht no charges of brutality were being made against Evans. Since nobody saw his beating because Chang had knocked the other man the hell out, it would only be Howell's word against Evans, and Sam may be a fake blond, but he wasn't stupid, he had a plan to guarantee that Mercedes would never be able to testify against him if he played his cards right. Sam thought as he listened to Washington go on and on in her rant.
Sam had the engagement ring in his pocket, and he knew that Mercedes Jones would be unable to testify against her husband if she were ever called to the stand to testify of Sam beating the crap out Carl Howell. Sam hadn't left Mercedes' side since she talked him out of killing Howell. When he came to from his blackout of rage, the first thing he did was kiss her and use his hands to touch every part of her body to assure himself that she was unharmed and okay. Mercedes was shaken but willing to shoot anybody who tried to make a run for it before the Coast Guard servicemen and other law officials made it to the scene. Having been drugged during much of her ordeal, she was surprisingly fine and quick to recover and able to confirm the facts that Santana had given concerning their abduction. The agents didn't have to immediately go back to Lima, but they went back to FBI field office in Tampa, Florida to give their statements and process all the arrests. Soon agents from both the Jacksonville and Miami offices were called in to handle the arrests of such magnitude along with every state that had ties to sexual and drug trafficking as more and more arrests were made.
It was two weeks before the agents were allowed to return to Lima, Ohio and serve warrants on Schuester and Ryerson and others who were implicated in the Howell's family of organized crime. Property was seized and because the agents were undercover no publicity was made about the agents responsible for bringing down the horrendous criminal network. News of Mercedes and Santana being lost at sea with Sam and Mike remaining with Washington in Florida to continue search efforts for them had rocked the school. Figgins had agreed to allow both male students to be homeschooled for the remainder of the year and allowed Washington to have leave to deal with the tragedy. This was the perfect way to explain the five agents' disappearances from the school.
Sam had proposed as soon Washington had finished her tirade, and Mercedes recognizing how unpredictable and precious life was agreed to marry the man who she knew loved her with all his heart, and she loved him with all of hers. They were tied together and no matter what the future held, she knew that being Mrs. Mercedes Evans was her destiny after she was quickly and eagerly given approval by their section chiefs and assistant supervisory chiefs from the Cincinnati office.
Since Sam and Mercedes worked for two different divisions, their leave and impending nuptials were met with resounding approval from their superiors, colleagues, and friends. Anthony Rashad was the only one who didn't seem to be overjoyed with the news. He was disgusted with himself seeing Evans eye fuck Jones who was obviously the opposite of frigid as she returned Evans' heated gazes with several of her own. He wasn't the only man who could see just how hot Jones was as she was dressed still in her undercover clothing and was looking hotter than hot. Every man there knew that Evans was the lucky one.
Brittany was able to get her wish fulfilled for a sleepover with the two agents in an unexpected way when she was invited to go to Vegas with the other ninja Cheerios to give Mercedes an informal bachelorette party.
"Ain't no way is my girl being married by some lame ass Elvis impersonator Sam Evans." Santana yelled as Sam teased all of their guests at the location of his and Mercedes upcoming nuptials.
"Sam, I will personally make St. James' fear that he had when I threatened him seem like child's play if you force my soul sister to have a ceremony that is so tacky and obviously beneath her." Quinn threw in her two cents as well.
"I was just kidding." Sam admitted before admitting that he never considered the Graceland Wedding Chapel as a viable location for his impending nuptials. He and Mercedes both agreed The Honeymooner's Package at A Little White Wedding Chapel was going to be the place that they had reserved and even invited his and her family to attend. Mercedes didn't want to marry without her family, and since Sam didn't care as long as they were married, he agreed to whatever his Cedes had wanted.
"Mercedes, you knew he was kidding and you just let us get emotional for no good reason." Quinn looked at Mercedes with disbelief.
"I was just flabbergasted that you two care so much to interrupt." Mercedes admitted to her maid of honor and one of her seven bridal attendants. Sam's little sister Stacy was to be the seventh member of her wedding party as a flower girl. Poor Sam only had his best man Mike, his brother Stevie, and her brother, and David Martinez who had agreed to go come to the wedding because he was Roz Washington's date. The chapel could hold 25 people, and Mercedes had invited the Winstones, their son, and of course Sue Sylvester to make sure every seat at the ceremony would be filled with well wishers who had made an impact in the couples' lives.
"You know once a Cheerio always a Cheerio." The five ninja cheerleaders along with Santana said to show Mercedes that they would always care for her.
"I never thought in a million years that I would become an undercover agent, be popular in high school, compete in a national cheerleading competition, help bring down a significant presence of the Greek mafia on the east coast, shut down several human and drug trafficking operations, fall in love with Sam Evans, and be about to marry him in less than 24 hours." Mercedes admitted as she looked at all her friends and the man she was about to marry with love in her eyes.
Sam realized yet again how blessed he was in having convinced Mercedes to give him a second chance when her true inner beauty shone through her eyes, and he was unable from stopping himself from sweeping up her in arms and giving her a kiss that would make Rhett Butler's kiss of Scarlett O'Hara look like an innocent peck. He kept kissing Mercedes and ended up picking her up as if he was headed to the bedroom until Quinn and Santana both told them both to save some mystery for their upcoming honeymoon which was less than 24 hours away.
The End
A/N: Don't hate me the epilogue is coming next weekend hopefully which will give you some Samcedes' loving on their honeymoon, a Miketana update, and what's going on with the trials of Schuester, St. James, and Howell. Ending this chapter was just too hard to do, but I had to. Don't worry I am the epilogue queen, and I am sure more epilogues will continue until every question concerning all involved in this fiction are answered. So, don't send me hate just yet.