"She's going back to Japan or Hong Kong, or wherever she's from."

Santana blinked and looked up to see Jesse St. James standing there with his gross green juice. He was doing a cleanse of some sort or something. "Excuse me?"

"Dottie, you know the one with the crazy nonsensical story. She's going back to whichever country she's originally from. Parents probably realized she was lying and you know figured that this was an American teenage influence thing." Jesse said as he took a sip of his juice. "Good work."

"But I didn't really do anything but take notes." Santana pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. You're going to learn how to weed through the fucking bullshit. There are plenty of cases like this, and it's good that you get to take a look on how to handle it."

"Doing nothing and hoping that it goes away?" Santana raises a brow, before remembering who she was talking too. "Sir."

"You believed her?" Jesse asked incredulously. "Look there will always be people who cry wolf. Rape cases, kidnapping, insurance scams and there are actual victims. That's why we have prosecutorial discretion, this was a nothing case. And we would have wasted resources going after it."

Santana resisted the urge to argue with him, and instead nods. "And if there is a criminal conspiracy?"

"Than that would make your career to be the person who took down a shadowy organization, but with that many people supposedly dead? You think someone wouldn't have talked. They would have had to have families, parents, siblings who cared about them."

"That's where you're stuck? In the United States alone roughly 1500 people are added to the database nearly every day. If a group of scientists disappeared, we probably wouldn't notice." Santana points out bluntly. "She was scared, truly scared. You don't fake that, something terrible happened to that girl."

"Are you saying this based on your own experiences?" Jesse asked crossing his arms over his chest. "We never found your kidnapper, did we? Perhaps if we had infinite resources we could chase every lead, look into everything, spend a fortune on various situations. But we have a budget like everyone else. Looking into a supposed conspiracy is not high on the list of things we should be doing. If there were other children who were supposedly taken then they should have come forward, our hands are tied." Jesse studies her for a quick moment. "Are you certain that this is what you want to do?"

"Getting coffee?" Santana asked.

"No, this, you're talented enough you could make a killing in the private sector."

"That's what my girlfriend says, but this is what I want to do," Santana insists. Maybe it was to prove to Charlie that there could be justice done, that the system wasn't horribly broken. But there had to be a better way than simply murdering everyone.

"Girlfriend is right," Jesse said. "It takes time to build a case and resources, if this shadowy company exists then they have funds, which means powerful lawyers, which means there will be very executives going to prison. It would be dragged out for years."

"And to stop vigilantes?"

"People have morals and are afraid of the consequences of their actions."

"And if they don't?"

"Well it's easier to prosecute someone for murder and vigilante justice then it is to prosecute a massive company." Jesse said with a shrug. "Short of a confession, you're not going to get the instantaneous results, and even then, there's a lot of bargaining."

"But the payoff?"

"Worth it," Jesse says firmly. "So worth it."

Santana nods, "Then that's all that matters to me. I don't really care how hard I have to work to get that payoff."

Jesse nodded, "Alright let's see what you're capable of then. There's a trial at the end of the month and I could use someone as a second chair."

"Really?"

"It's not a massive case by any stretch of the imagination, but it should be more than enough to give you some experience that I'm certain will be invaluable—even still it's a lot of work and if you're not completely up to date on the specifics of the case by the trial date then you won't be joining me."

Santana nodded, that was more than fair. This was her chance, and she nods. "Alright, I'll swing by your office and get the files to read up on it."

Jesse nods and takes a sip of his juice. "See you then."

~O~

Quinn had expected the pizza delivery guy not her twin sister standing at her doorway, she wrinkled her nose slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I can't see my sister?" Charlie prompted.

"Frannie lives in Chicago, which is considerably closer than flying to New York because you're lonely." Quinn retorted, moving aside so Charlie could enter. "Is everything okay with Santana?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't seen her since she came to yell at me for saving her life," Charlie responded as she kicks of her shoes and heads to the couch.

"You saved her life?" Quinn prompts it was the first she had heard of it. "What happened?"

Charlie looked around before crossing her legs, "Where is Rachel?"

"Practice ran late, she'll be home soon, which is why I was hoping you were the pizza guy. I had a long shitty day at work and I didn't feel like cooking so—wait why do you need to know where Rachel is?" Quinn said with a small frown.

"So, I can seduce her obviously." Charlie retorted, a small smile appears on her features as Quinn narrows her eyes. "Kidding. But we can't talk about these things with Rachel in the room, can we?"

Quinn frowned, "No, I guess we can't. But you could have called, or we could have spoken on facetime. What's going on?"

"I was shot, when you visited last I was recovering from a bullet wound. They started the program back up again. They had teenagers in cells," Charlie said slowly. The pleasantness disappearing as if it were just a mask that Charlie had taken off.

"Are there more teenagers like you?"

"No. No dead teens this time. So, I must have caught them early."

"And Santana's upset because you took care of it?"

"This isn't the mob Quinn, but I got angry. No, that's not the right emotion. I was enraged. It was pure fury on my part. But I managed to rescue all the teenagers and gave them a warning not to go to the authorities."

"Did they—"

"Sam has decided to be the Alfred to my Batman. Whatever that means, he made sure my face was covered."

"Good." Quinn said. "How did Santana find out? You weren't stupid enough to tell her, were you?"

"Of course not, but clearly me warning them didn't do anything because one of the teenagers went to the authorities, or at least her parents dragged her to the authorities. Santana was interning there; the girl's story wasn't believed. But Santana came over to lecture me about ethics and then made me do something to help her."

"Did you?" Quinn frowned. "Of course, you did, Santana asked you too." She said answering her own question when Charlie doesn't say anything. "What did you do?"

"I appeared in front of her parents and gave them a hundred thousand dollars so that they could move back to Japan." Charlie said. "Don't worry the money can't be traced back to me. It's not a lot but it should get them out of the country."

Quinn frowned it was risky, but Charlie was clever enough to cover her tracks. "Okay, and you and Santana argued over this—did that lead to sex again?" When Charlie turned to look at her, "I'm her best friend, and as your sister I'm telling you, that she is dating someone."

"We didn't have sex, she left after dinner."

Quinn nodded, "That still doesn't explain why you're here."

"Because I don't know if what I'm doing is the right thing. And Sam only just dumps various comic books onto my table like I'm supposed to read them. This isn't a comic book, and they aren't manuals to tell me what to do."

"The right thing?" Quinn echoes before sighing. "Honestly Charlie? I can't say that I'm happy that you're going around killing people. I think it feeds your darker instincts. But it's your life, and the right thing is completely dependent on you. What is it you desire? Truly desire."

Charlie looked away for a moment, "Santana," she says after a moment. She would give everything she had just to be with Santana again.

"Then you know what the right thing is, you know what Santana wants."

"Sit back and watch as nothing gets done, because she has faith in the justice system." Charlie muttered.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Fuck the justice system. Do you have faith in Santana?"

Charlie shoots Quinn an annoyed look, "Always."

"You shouldn't," Quinn said with a frown, sighing. Santana needed to be the one to tell Charlie about Frannie. If she interfered it would be the death knell to their relationship. She moves on before Charlie could pick up on it. "Then let her handle it legally, she'll go after them. All of them."

"So, until then just let the teenagers die," Charlie said bluntly.

"That's not what I'm—" Quinn turned as she heard the door jiggle, and she gets up. "Rachel probably lost her keys again." Charlie grunted in response and she rolls her eyes and quickly heads to the door opening it for Rachel. "Hey."

"Hey," Rachel said flushing a bit. "Forgot my keys."

"Again?" Quinn sighed before nodding towards Charlie, "Guess who decided to stop by."

"Please don't say my dads, I know they're excited to see me perform on Broadway but—" Rachel smiled when she spotted Charlie, who stood up. "Hey."

Charlie smiled, and winked at her, "Hey."

Rachel flicked her eyes over to Quinn for a moment, "You've been working out."

"Standing, right here." Quinn said with a roll of her eyes, as Rachel hugged Charlie. "I think you like her more than you do me."

Rachel laughed at the comment and turned to Charlie, "You hate New York, what are you doing here?"

"A question I've been trying to get her to answer," Quinn muttered.

"Dwight wants me to meet with a hedge fund guy. Apparently, I need to start diversifying my portfolio or whatever. Also, he mentioned something about joining the elites of society. I imagine I won't fit in. But I like money, and this will make me more money so I'm doing it." Charlie pauses and flashes a smile at Rachel. "I could always use a date."

Quinn immediately stepped in front of Rachel, "Get your own girlfriend."

"Fiancée," Rachel corrected, patting Quinn on the arm. "There is nothing you need to be afraid of Quinn, your sister's heart belongs to Santana. It's a travesty. But I don't mind escorting you."

"Rachel."

"Quinn, free fancy food."

"Which is probably not vegan," Quinn reminded her. "You're on your own Charlie."

Charlie sighed, "Maybe next time."

"Oh, knock it off," Quinn snapped at her twin. She shakes her head.

Charlie shrugs her shoulders and smiles, "Or you can both come, and keep me from embarrassing myself. Or offending anyone."

Quinn sighed, "If I was anyone else, I'd worry about the weird relationship you had with Rachel, but like she said free food. And this could be good for you Rachel, networking and stuff."

"You're right some of these people finance all the productions, this could make my career—I need to figure out what to wear." With that Rachel marched into the bedroom, ready to tear it apart.

Quinn sighed, "Really do I have to go?"

"You have a controlling stake in the company Quinn, you probably should. United front and all that."

Quinn sighs again, "Fine."