CHAPTER 9
Using the distraction, Finn made a beeline for Natasha and tackled her, pulling her to safety from the gunfire. He yanked the gag off her.
"You okay?" Finn asked.
"Thank you." She sobbed.
"All right. It's over!" Quinn shouted. "Put your weapons down!"
"Yeah, we're not gonna do that!" Hirsch laughed. "We've got more, and, well… ours are bigger."
"Yeah, well, SWAT will be here any second." Quinn yelled.
"Really? Because you know what I think?" Hirsch shouted. "I think you two morons came alone."
"He's onto us, Quinn!" Finn called. "Look, I mean, the moron part was a little harsh, but, uh… maybe we should just surrender."
"Hell no!" Quinn replied. "We're going out shooting!"
"Hey, to be candid, Quinn, you're a terrible shot." Finn remarked.
"Yeah, I may not be a sniper like you, but I hit what's in front of me." Quinn spat back. Finn peered out from his hiding spot and saw something… it was a truck filled with dynamite and fireworks.
"Yeah. Hit what's directly in front of you, Q!" Finn shouted. "And hey…"
"Huh?"
"Don't worry about collateral damage this time!"
Quinn peered around and realised what Finn was talking about. She fired a single bullet at the truck but surprisingly, nothing happened. Finn peered out from his hiding spot.
"What, did you miss?" He asked. "It's a huge target!"
"I shot the truck!" Quinn shouted.
"You were supposed to hit the gas tank!" Finn shouted back. Little did they know that the bullet had ripped through the truck and hit one of the fireworks, setting the tip of it alight. They had only a couple of seconds before it exploded.
"I didn't have an angle on the gas tank!" Quinn yelled back.
"Then why didn't you say…" Finn started but was cut off.
"OHHHH! I can't wait for you two to shut up!" Hirsch shouted. Then, without warning, the fireworks and dynamite exploded. Finn, Quinn and Natasha dashed out the door and almost the second they were out the door, the whole warehouse exploded in an inferno. The fireworks shot into the sky and ignited in multi-colored bursts of light. Finn, Quinn and Natasha, who were lying on the ground, admired the fireworks.
"Oh man." Quinn groaned, smiling at Finn. Finn grinned back.
Meanwhile, back in the LAPD, Kurt looked out the window of his office and saw the fireworks. He put his head in his hand. He had a sinking feeling in his chest.
"Please, someone tell me where Finn and Quinn are."
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The next morning, Finn was sitting in Dr. Pillsbury's office for his first therapy session. After everything he'd been through, therapy was long overdue. However, he looked extremely uncomfortable as he fidgeted in his seat.
"We could move our session to the men's room if that would make you feel more comfortable." Dr. Pillsbury joked.
"No. No. It smells much nicer in here." He replied.
"Well, after reading the report, it seems your actions and Quinn's were justified. Dare I say heroic."
"All in a day's work, ma'am." He brushed it off.
"Suppose that depends on your job." Dr. Pillsbury remarked. Finn didn't respond. She took a deep breath. She obviously knew that Finn was going to be a tough nut to crack. "I must've felt good to give her and her child a future."
Again, no response. Dr. Pillsbury sighed.
"We could sit here and talk about crappy B-movies…"
"Classics." Finn interrupted.
"...Or we could talk about, what are your plans tonight?"
"Well, doc, it's a little forward. I mean…"
Dr. Pillsbury rolled her eyes.
"I mean when you leave here. When there's no one else around. When you go home."
"Well, I don't have a home. Sold it the other day."
"You mean back in Texas."
"Yup."
"Finn, I can't fix you." Dr. Pillsbury said. Finn chuckled. "There are no words in the world that can make up for what you lost. I just want to help take away some of your pain."
Finn shook his head.
"Sorry, Doc. Pain's all I've got."
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Quinn was bragging to the precinct about their recent conquests.
"Was I afraid for my life? A woman's life was in danger. What is Lucy Quinn Fabray supposed to do? Now, some may call it heroic. I don't like using such braggadocious words. I simply call it… Tuesday."
Everyone laughed and clapped. Suddenly, a voice spoke up from behind her…
"Wow! Can't wait to hear about Wednesday."
Quinn's eyes widened and she turned around to face Santana. Everyone hurriedly got back to work, however they were all listening in to the conversation.
"What are you doing here, San?"
"I came to check on a client in holding." She replied. "FALSELY arrested. But since I'm here, I'd love to hear more about the exploits of Fabray!"
"Aw, it was nothing, it was just, um…"
"Just what?" Santana asked. "Just… Tuesday? I'm surprised you even know what day it is, since you don't have your watch on."
Quinn looked at her bare wrist.
"Oh, must have fallen off." Quinn stammered. "You know, they're really flimsy…"
"Uh-uh, Quinn." Santana glared at her. Quinn sighed.
"Okay, fine. I took it off. I was going into a shootout with a bunch of armed men with illegal machine guns with 100% kill rate."
"And?" Santana snapped.
"I handled my business." Quinn boasted. Santana laughed.
"Damn right you did. All right, you don't want to wear your watch? Fine. So… we need to figure out a way to lower your heart rate." She pondered, before coming to a conclusion. "No more ribs."
Quinn's eyes widened.
"No more ribs?! NO MORE RIBS?! San, ribs is all I got left in this world! I mean, besides my kids and you."
Santana rolled her eyes and got into the lift. There was one man already in the elevator when she walked in: Finn.
"Hey!" She exclaimed when she saw Finn.
"Hey." He replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Freeing an innocent man. Where are you coming from?"
"Psych evaluation." Finn replied.
"And? Are you crazy, Finn?"
"Seems to be the consensus."
"Not to me." She replied. Finn looked at her and smiled. They made it to the car park moments later and they walked out of the lift to go their separate ways.
"Have a good night, Santana." Finn said.
"You too." She replied. Just as Finn was about to get into his car, she hurried over to him. "Finn?"
"Yeah?"
"No matter what I say to Quinn, she's gonna follow you down any rabbit hole you go through. And that's okay. It's what she needs as a cop and probably as a person. But I can't imagine what I'd do if I lost her. So I need you to promise me one thing. At the end of every shift, make sure she comes home."
Finn nodded and saluted.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied. "I'll do the best I can."
Santana chuckled.
"Well, from what I hear, that ought to do."
As Santana drove away, Quinn walked up to Finn.
"You're a lucky woman, Quinn. Having a family as amazing as yours." He remarked.
"That I am." She replied. "Hey. You want to come over, have some barbecued halibut?"
Finn looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'll pass." He replied, before walking away.
"Well, what about a drink?" She asked. Finn stopped walking and turned around.
"Sure. I know a great place."