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Santana rolled in her sleep and wrapped her arms tightly around Shelby. The older woman instinctively wrapped her own arm protectively around the Latinas shoulder.
"Mmmm this feels good." Santana groaned sleepily.
Shelby's heart fluttered momentarily but she knew Santana was in a dream filled state and likely dreaming she was Quinn.
"San wake up sweetie." Shelby shook her shoulder lightly.
"Do I have to?" Santana's eyes were yet to open but she was becoming more coherent.
"We have been asleep a lot longer than we planned." Shelby had checked her watch and their quick nap had turned into a 3 hour long sleep.
"Are they back yet?" It was strangely quiet if they were.
"I'm not sure." Shelby was a little shocked that her ex hadn't moved her position now she was more awake.
The younger brunette's eyes fluttered open and found a pair of caring brown ones staring back at her. They weren't her favorite hazel eyes but they were certainly still a sight for sore eyes in this situation.
"You ok? You sleep ok?" Shelby questioned softly.
"Yeah I did thanks, it was nice not having to sleep with one eye open expecting a leering creep to jump us at any minute."
"You can say that again." Shelby chuckled absentmindedly even though it was in fact a fear they had both been dealing with.
Santana rolled away from Shelby to stretch out her muscles it was the most relaxed she had felt since the whole ordeal had begun. Shelby took a minute to admire the beauty beside her before diverting her eyes now was not the time to be fantasizing about her ex at all.
"They must be back." Santana whispered as she sat up.
"What makes you say that?" Shelby sat up quickly.
"There are bags on the counter."
Shelby followed Santana's head gesture and nodded in agreement, she was really surprised they hadn't stirred when they unlocked the door let alone entered the room.
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Quinn looked at the paper in front of her. She had written clearly the information of two people that had struck enough of a nerve with some of the staff that she felt it was worth passing it on to detective Coles. It might not lead to anything remotely helpful but it had kept her occupied and feeling useful. Santana's parents were on their way back to her house and to have something to put in front of them also made her feel better than sitting around twiddling her thumbs.
Everyone had left not too long before and although she knew Dani was upstairs and Steph was floating around somewhere it was the quietest the house had been for what seemed like an age. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, her shoulders ached and her head pounded. She thought back to the conversation she had with Puck earlier when he asked if she felt Santana was still alive, at the time Quinn was horrified as she hadn't thought even for a split second that the love of her life could be dead, but now in the quiet darkening room the thoughts were becoming all too consuming she focused all of her attention onto Santana, they were so in tune with one another surely she would feel it if something like that had happened wouldn't she? She shook her head and refused to entertain the thought for one moment longer of course Santana was still alive and of course she would get her back.
A light knock at the door made her jump.
"Sorry hon I made you a cup of tea." Steph placed the steaming cup in front of Quinn.
"Are you ok? You look a little pale."
Quinn nodded as she took a sip.
"Thanks, I'm ok I think I'm a little dehydrated though."
"I'm not surprised you have barely eaten also, can I make you a sandwich?"
"Maybe soon I will wait for Maribel and Carlos to get here first."
"When are the cops coming back?"
"They were following something up and then heading this way."
"Ok good."
Quinn's cell phone buzzed next to her. Her suppliers had no idea what was going on and were proceeding with business as per usual. She didn't recognize the number as she swiped the screen however.
- - - Just in case you thought she was missing you
"What the hell does that mean?" Quinn spat out before her phone vibrated in her hand once again and she was confronted by a photo of Santana peacefully asleep in Shelby's arms.
"What's up?" Steph's eyes flicked between the phone and her best friends face.
"Someone is trying to mess with me." Quinn passed the phone to Steph. She had to glance at the picture twice to actually absorb what she was seeing.
"It's probably fucking photo shop."
"No that is definitely them."
Quinn stood from her chair and slapped her hands on her desk harshly.
"I'm sure it's not what it looks like Q." Steph reasoned.
"I have no problem with the picture Steph, I'm not surprised they are trying to comfort one another. The problem I have is this whack job is trying to fuck with my head."
"I'm going to ring Coles and tell him to get his ass here pronto."
Quinn nodded to her friend this could be very bad for Santana and Shelby and equally could finally be a way to catch the fucker out, She could only imagine how angry a picture like that would have made him however and it made her shudder.
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Luke grinned from ear to ear when he looked back at his messages and saw the message for Quinn in his sent folder. Santana destroyed his relationship so maybe it was time she lost hers also.
He dialed Lucas's number and waited on the man to answer.
"Boss to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I suppose you think you were pretty funny sending me a photo like that?"
"No I simply thought you may like to know what was going on."
"You are full of shit."
"No lie boss man."
"Look enough of the bullshit! Before I arrange to rip your throat out I have a proposition for you."
"And what's that?"
"I want some more pictures just a little more detailed and full on."
"They give you a hard on too huh? I got to tell you its hard being this close to them and not fucking them senseless multiple times a day."
"It is not for my pleasure you fucking idiot."
"Oh so what's in it for me?"
"Other than keeping you on a payroll?"
"Well yeah….you said it was a proposition."
"I will pay you per picture."
"How much?"
"You are a cunning little fuck aren't you? I will pay what I think they are worth."
"You got a deal but if you want really dodgy stuff you are going to have to get rid of Mr. goody two shoes for a couple of hours."
"That can be arranged."
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Detective Coles could feel the adrenalin pulsing through his body, finally they had some leads. The text messages to Quinn could be traced, he trusted Quinn's judgement enough to look further into the two men seen in the bar in the days leading up to the abduction and they also believed they had found the vehicle used in the incident. Finally they had something to go on and that was sometimes all they needed to begin a snow ball effect.
"How do you know it's the same car?" Quinn interrupted his thoughts.
"It matches the description given to us by the security officer. We are currently running some tests with it to get some more definite answers. Will I be able to take Santana's hair brush for DNA and finger print purposes?"
Quinn felt ill instantly. Seeing the blondes face the detective was quick to reassure her.
"Quinn there does not appear to be any trace of blood in the vehicle we are hoping for strands of hair and finger print identification."
"No blood?"
"Not that is apparent."
"Ok" relief washed over her.
"We are following up with some of the businesses in the area that have security cameras to see if we can see when it was dumped."
"So she could be in that area? Can we go looking for her?"
"We don't believe so Quinn I'm sure there has been a changeover in vehicles and this one was simply dumped in case it could be identified from the bar."
"Oh I see."
"We have a very strong team on this Quinn and we are doing everything we can I can assure you of that."
"I know and I'm grateful I just want Santana home." Quinn's voice cracked with emotion.
"If you get any more messages or think anything else seems out of place please contact me straight away no matter what time of day."
Detective Coles placed another one of his cards in front of Quinn, she must have one in every room of her house by now.
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Clarke paced backwards and forwards in an irritated manner, Luke required his presence at a meeting he was having which meant leaving Lucas behind with the women in the next room. He didn't trust Lucas and was really struggling with his boss's request. Although he knew what he himself was doing was illegal and wrong he would never dream of actually hurting one of the women, Lucas however would have a field day if given the chance.
"What's up your ass?" Lucas grunted when he noted the man's demeanor.
"I need to go in to see the boss."
"You in trouble?"
"No he has called a meeting."
"Ok so fuck off then."
"If you lay one hand on those ladies when I am gone I swear to god I will take you out."
"Don't threaten me cunt."
Clarke flew across the room and wrapped his hands around the shorter man's throat.
"Don't fucking test me prick."
"Ok." Lucas managed to spit out before he was left in a coughing mess on the floor.
"Not one fucking finger you hear me?"
"Fuck off."
Clarke shook his head, he wanted to knock the man about a bit more but if he didn't leave now he would be late and punctuality was something he prided himself on. Picking up his jacket he threw one more threatening glance in the man's direction before taking his keys and leaving the room.
Lucas rubbed his throat and muttered various indecencies under his breath as he got back to his feet. His phone alerted him to a message.
- - - You have two hours don't disappoint me.
He read the message from Luke and smiled. Time to put his plan into action.
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"What do you think he is actually going to do with us?" Santana asked Shelby as she spread butter across a slice of bread.
"He is so unpredictable so I have no idea."
"Was he always like this?"
"I guess in a way but it has certainly got worse in more recent times."
"Since me?"
"Yeah pretty much."
"Should have stayed away from the married woman huh." Santana smiled softly, she knew there was no way in hell she could have kept herself away from Shelby no matter how hard she tried she was far too young and in way too deep back then.
"Hindsight is a great thing isn't it? I wish I wasn't married when I met you however I will never wish we didn't happen."
"All relationships are learning experiences."
"They are indeed." Shelby placed the tomato she had been slicing in front of Santana so the Latina could assemble their sandwiches.
"Ok ladies time to put the knives down." Lucas's sudden voice in the room made them both cringe and jump at the same time.
"How this fucker sneaks in here is beyond…." Santana froze when she turned around and saw the gun pointed in their direction.
"Knives down I said."
Shelby placed the knife on the bench and turned towards the man who now had a sick look of pleasure on his face, for once he would finally be in charge.
"What do you want?" Santana was scared, let's face it a loose cannon with a gun would never be a good thing but she didn't allow for it to show.
"Get on the bed."
Santana looked at Shelby, the older woman reading the absolute fear in her eyes. Shelby took her hand and l lead them towards the bed.
"Two of us can take him Shel." Santana whispered.
"Not when he has a fucking gun." Santana hated to admit that she was right.
"Undress."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Shelby spat in his direction.
The hard slap across her face showed her he wasn't.
"Hey fuck wit leave her alone." Santana went to go for him but Shelby caught her just in time.
"San don't! please he will hurt you." Shelby pleaded with her as she struggled against the hold.
"Take off your fucking clothes you slags."
Santana looked at Shelby who simply nodded and they began to remove their clothing layer by layer. Lucas could feel his erection growing bigger as more and more skin became visible.
"I didn't tell you to stop." He growled when they stood before him in their underwear.
"You don't have to do this you know." Shelby thought she would try to reason with him however fruitless it seemed.
Lucas pointed the gun in her direction.
"Lose the underwear." Using his other hand he unzipped the fly on his jeans to give himself some relief.
"You are fucking sick." Santana muttered as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.
"Right get on the bed."
They both sat on the edge of the bed at the same time.
"Ok now I want you to fuck."
"Excuse me?" Shelby stuttered.
"What part of that don't you get? I want you to fuck each other."
"Fuck off." Shelby's voice was stronger than she felt.
"Look you either fuck each other or I'm fucking you both so you decide."
"You perverted, sick, disgusting son of a bitch."
"Shel…"
"No Santana this creep can't be serious."
"Shel you said it yourself he has the gun."
"Santana what he is asking..."
"Ah you are mistaken if you think I am asking bitch." Santana glared at the man before turning back to her ex.
"Look I'd rather it be with you than having him anywhere near us ok?"
"But...San."
Santana turned Shelby's chin towards her she wasn't aware how long the offer would be on the table and she didn't really want to risk running out of time.
"Me or him Shelby?"
"You...of course you."
With that said Santana pulled Shelby close and connected their lips in a searing kiss. It took Shelby a few seconds to respond but when it came to this or the alternative option this was an absolute no brainer.