"Did you do it?"

Charlie flicked her gaze up from where she was tipping over her coffee table that had been overturned in the police raid. Her computers and tablets were gone, and her kitchen and bedroom had been torn to shreds.

"I apparently am still on the list, I guess you never got around to changing it." Santana answered the unasked question. "And if you want to keep people out, I suggest keeping your door shut and the door locked."

"They broke the lock on my door," Charlie said going back to trying to bring some sort of semblance back into her living room. "Don't worry, someone will be here within the hour to replace the lock, though the frame might need work."

Santana watches Charlie for a moment, her movements were slow and deliberate, as she put things into their proper place. "I'm not wearing a wire if that's what you're thinking. I mean you can pat me down if you want." Sharp green eyes are on her body, and for a moment Santana is certain that Charlie is going to take her up on that offer.

"You may not have a wire, but I have zero reason to not believe that my apartment isn't bugged. And you're here to elicit a confession of some sort. I do occasionally watch television Santana, and I don't trust the police and I have zero reason to trust you."

"Because of what happened with Frannie?" Santana says swallowing.

"Because you're a US attorney," Charlie clarifies. "What happened in the past Santana is just that, in the past. And as for your original question. No. I didn't do it. Killing Dani, would mean that I felt something for her, and I didn't."

"And the pictures?" Santana prompts. "Are those just—"

"You don't get to ask me those questions. I had no reason to kill Dani, despite what the cops believe. I simply didn't have a good enough reason, I don't feel enough for her to passionately murder her, and there are easier ways of getting rid of Dani. I think a hundred grand and continuing to pay for her mother's cancer treatment, which I'm still doing despite that bitch telling the police that I did this."

Santana frowned, Charlie never lied to her and it wasn't as if she didn't know that Charlie was a killer. That murder didn't really shake Charlie as much as it should, but Dani hadn't hurt Charlie. Frannie had hurt Charlie and Frannie was still very much alive, "If it wasn't you then who do you think did it?"

"Why are we under the assumption that Dani is dead?" Charlie asked. "Chances are she did something stupid again, and has gone to ground. If she is dead, then she'd be in a morgue somewhere."

Santana blinked, Charlie could make things and people disappear, how many bodies had Charlie racked up? "I told my mother you didn't do this. And I made sure that she knew that you never laid a finger on me. She's really shaken up about the photos."

Charlie doesn't say anything to that, she simply shrugs her shoulders. "You should stop by more often," she says after a moment. "Tell me how your case you're building against Titan is going."

Santana paused for a moment before frowning, "You think they had something to do with this."

"I want you to stop by because your presence helps my paranoia. As for the case on Titan, they have finally stopped sending people to spy on me." Charlie smirked, pleased with her actions. "It took them awhile to get the message."

Santana shivers at the coldness in Charlie's tone for a moment before sighing, "I have a case, but—the information you got was illegally obtained, I need some corroborating evidence, a whistle blower would be nice. But until then the case has stalled."

"I only held back because you told me you could get it done Santana," Charlie frowned.

Santana met Charlie's harsh gaze with one of her own, "And I told you a million times that your way doesn't solve anything but make the problem infinitely worse," Santana closes her eyes for a moment. "Look, I doubt Titan has anything to do with this but until I get some corroborating evidence then we're stuck."

"You're stuck," Charlie repeats slowly before inhaling. "If I find you this evidence, then the case goes forward?"

Santana hesitated, if only it could be that easy. "However, you obtained the files last time—you can't do that again Charlie."

Charlie studied Santana for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "I'll get you what you need."

Santana nodded, the lull in the conversation informed her that their little talk was over and she turns to leave before hesitating for a moment. "Will we ever be okay?"

Charlie stopped what she was doing, "You slept with my sister, I mean I could have understood if you and Quinn hooked up, but it was Frannie. You slept with Frannie and I hurt, looking at you hurts."

"I didn't know that Frannie changed her last name, you didn't even know—"

"Frannie's a snake, she's always been a snake. The fact she didn't let you know proves that, you stayed after you found out. You slept with her after you found out. And that's what wrecked me. You knew and thought it was a good idea. It's that you slept with me and then went back to her." Charlie takes a shaky breath. "So, I went to Dani to get under your skin, because despite the fact that you shredded me, I still desperately want you to be mine. And that's not a healthy place for me to be."

Santana hesitated, she'd been single since Frannie, sure there had been a few one-night stands and a few blind dates, but nothing had managed to fulfill her like Charlie could. "I miss you too." She sighs, and watches as Charlie goes back to moving things around. "Once I get more information, I'll let you know."

Charlie grunts at Santana and waits until she's certain that Santana's gone before turning to look at where she'd been standing.