CHAPTER 35
"Hey, San. Got to finish a couple of things at work, and then I'll be home." Quinn said as she answered her phone. She was driving down to Finn's trailer to talk to him about the new leads in his case as although he technically wasn't her partner anymore, of course she was going to help him.
"Okay, we'll wait for you, then." Santana replied.
"Cool, I'm on my way." Quinn said and she hung up her phone. As soon as she was off the phone, Quinn felt a plastic bag pulled roughly over her head and started suffocating her. She slowly felt consciousness slip away and barely felt herself being carried into an unmarked SUV…
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"So now what? You just… you work for the cartel? Is that how this works?" Finn asked. After he had come to the realisation, he had sat back down in Hiram's study, desperate to hear the tale about he went from the most loving father Finn had ever met to a man who caused his own daughter's murder.
"I don't say no anymore." Hiram replied. "What choice do I have? I have other daughters. Grandchildren. You don't know what these people are capable of."
Finn looked Hiram straight in the eye and raised an eyebrow.
"I have a pretty good idea." Finn remarked. Hiram sighed and looked down. "Who ordered the hit, Hiram? Who's responsible for killing your daughter? My wife. My child. Your grandson."
Hiram started sobbing at this point. Eventually, once the tears faded, he finally responded.
"Karofsky." He replied. "It's been all David Karofsky."
At that moment, Finn heard a car pull up to the house so he walked outside and saw a cartel SUV and climbing out of the passenger seat was a very much alive Jessie St. James. In addition, Rosie was still standing outside and Jessie, very cleverly, crouched down next to her, knowing full-well that Finn wouldn't shoot with her there.
"Hey there, sweetie." Jessie said to Rosie. "Is that your Uncle Finn? You think he might go for a ride to see his partner?"
Finn's eyes widened. They had Quinn! Just then, Hiram walked outside and saw everything that was going on. Finn slowly put his gun away and walked towards Jessie.
"Come here, Rosie!" Hiram cried. Rosie ran towards him and Hiram held her to him. Meanwhile, the cartel men removed all of the guns from Finn's person and prepared to throw him into the truck. The last thing Finn saw was Hiram shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Finn." He said. "I didn't mean for it to end this way."
"Come on, Hiram. It was supposed to end this way…"
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A couple of minutes later, Finn had a burlap sack placed over his face so he couldn't see and it was only pulled off after he was tied to a chair. Finn took in his surroundings. He was in some random basement underground. No, this wasn't a basement. From the tracks in front of him and the sounds around him, he gauged that he was somewhere underground on a train line. But the worst part was tied up beside him was none other than Quinn.
"Hey." She said.
"Yeah?" Finn asked?"
"This is all your fault, you know that, right?" She snapped.
"Oh, that's a classy move, Q, pointing out the obvious." Finn remarked.
"Hmm." Quinn chuckled.
"You know what really sucks though?" Finn stated.
"Yeah, that this is the most important day of my son's life, and I'm here bleeding out with you."
"I was going to say that we're missing NFL Sunday but yeah, that's… that's bad too. But worse is the fact that you're gonna die because you're my partner when technically, you're not even my partner."
"Yeah, that's, uh… that is worse." She murmured.
"Much worse. Oh, and Finn?"
"Yeah?"
"I, uh… I looked into your wife's death, and, um… you need to know that, um… it wasn't your fault that she died. It was…"
"Hiram Berry. Yeah, I know."
"When'd you find out?" Quinn asked, surprised.
"This afternoon, around 4. You?"
"About, uh… 3:50."
Finn raised an eyebrow.
"So you looked at your watch when you found out?" Finn laughed.
"No, I have a flawless internal clock." She replied.
"An internal clock?" Finn chuckled. "Oh yeah? So what time is it right now?"
"6:42." Quinn replied.
"6:42? Hey, bad guys, who has a watch on?!" Finn called out to the darkness. "I want to know exactly what time it is right now."
"I swear to God, if I have to listen to you two for one more second, I'm going to kill myself." Jessie shouted, walking into the room.
"You could let us go." Finn suggested.
"Yeah, you could let us go." Quinn laughed. Jessie rolled his eyes.
"Sure thing. But first, I need some answers. And I don't expect to get the truth without some persuasion."
"Aw… yeah, torture. That's his whole thing. He wasn't hugged enough as a child, so…" Finn explained to Quinn. She rolled her eyes. Jessie suddenly turned on a device that looked like an eerie defibrillator and then turned to them.
"So… who wants to go first?"
"I will." Finn replied. Jessie smirked.
"Good. I'm glad you said that." He said as he walked towards Quinn. Finn's heart dropped.
"No, no, no. Wait a minute. No, no, no. Torture me, not her." Finn remarked.
"Oh, I am. I'm gonna make you watch your partner die." Jessie responded.
"Technically, we're not partners anymore." Quinn added.
A high-pitched electronic whining, indicating that the machine was fired up, cut through the air and a tub of water was placed at Quinn's feet.
"So, did you know that it takes less than 110 volts to stop the average pacemaker? And that defib, it runs five times that." Jessie informed Quinn. "Now, the fun part… seeing which gives out first: pacemaker or heart."
"Hey, look, Jessie, ask me whatever you want. I'm an open book." Finn snapped.
"Mr. Berry is the cartel's highest-ranking friend in L.A. Be a shame to waste him if we didn't have to. Who else knows about him?"
"No one." Finn answered honestly. "Just her and I. I swear."
"No, no, no. I believe you, I do. But we went ahead and rented these, so…" Jessie remarked, pointing to the defibrillator. Finn and Quinn started to panic.
"Hey, no, no. Come on, kill me!" Finn exclaimed. Jessie ignored him and put the defibrillator on Quinn's chest. Her screams cut through the air like a knife. However, despite everything, Quinn managed to not die.
"Oh, come on!" Jessie shouted, frustrated. "All right, pacemaker one, defib nada. Round two. Who else knows about Delgado?" He asked again.
"No one." Finn growled. "Do me. Quinn, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. Kill me. Come on! KILL ME!"
The defibrillator was placed back on Quinn but once again, Quinn pulled through. She could feel death getting closer though, dragging her in like a magnetic force.
"Oh, yeah, that was close." Jessie giggled. "He's almost there. Hey, you know what this reminds me of? Rachel. You know, I told you I was there that day. Right? David asked me to follow, so I watched the whole thing. It was gruesome. No one, NO ONE, could have survived the poison we injected her with. But you know what? She did."
"Come on, dude. Stop it." Quinn panted.
"Hey!" Jessie shouted. "I'm trying to tell a story here. Poison didn't kill her. She was still breathing. I had to put my hand over her mouth. And that, my friend, is the story of how your wife died. The end."
Strangely, rather than becoming enraged, Finn simply started chuckling and giggling. He started mumbling something under his breath as he laughed.
"Hey, find out what he's babbling about." Jessie snapped at one of his henchmen. The man walked over to him and that's when Finn pounced…
He dived at the man. While Jessie had been telling his story, Finn had been working on the knot that was tying his arms back and he had unknotted it just in time. He grabbed the gun from the henchman and shot all of the henchmen. He watched as Jessie started to run away but he didn't chase after him. He had something more important to do. He lowered the gun and started untying Quinn from her bonds.
"You okay?" He asked. She nodded.
"American-made pacemaker." She remarked. Finn laughed.
"Damn right it is. I'm going after Jessie." He told her as she stumbled to her feet. He ran down the corridor and Quinn went a different direction. The two of them tiptoed through the decrepit network of train tracks. Eventually, Finn turned a corner and he felt himself get rammed into a wall, causing him to drop his gun. He then used his strength advantage to throw Jessie against the opposite wall. The two of them eventually threw themselves onto an active track and Finn had pinned Jessie to the ground and was punching every inch of him he could reach. Quinn had reached them at this point and her heart stopped when she saw a train barreling towards Finn and Jessie.
"FINN!" She screamed. As they watched the train coming towards them, Finn held Jessie against the ground.
"Where's David Karofsky?" He asked. Jessie didn't answer.
"Finn, get out of there!" Quinn screamed.
"WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?!" Finn bellowed. The train was a mere couple of seconds from them at this point. "TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND HIM!"
Soon, the train was right upon them and Quinn watched as the train bulldozed through Jessie and Finn.
"Finn!" She screamed. Eventually, once the train had passed, she saw Finn standing on the other side of the tracks. He nodded at her and when Quinn blinked, he was gone…
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The next day, after RJ's graduation, Quinn walked onto the beach where Finn's trailer was parked and she opened the door. When she walked in, her eyes widened… it was completely empty. Finn wasn't there, and nor was his car or any of his stuff. She growled and sped to the precinct to question the only person who would possibly know where he was…
As Quinn stormed into the precinct, she saw two uniformed officers leading Hiram Berry towards the holding cell. Gritting her teeth, she walked over to him and grabbed him from the officers.
"Take a break, fellas. I'll bring him to holding." She said. The officers nodded and left. Quinn and a now-arrested Hiram walked into the elevator as soon as the doors closed, Finn pulled the emergency stop lever and turned to Hiram.
"Where is he?" She demanded.
"I don't know." Hiram replied. Quinn growled and choked Hiram, throwing him against the wall.
"WHERE DID HE GO?!" She bellowed. Eventually, Hiram panted and responded.
"Mexico." He muttered, gasping for breath. "He's going after David Karofsky!"
Quinn let go of him in shock. She couldn't believe it.
"Hunting the head of a cartel. That's a suicide mission." She murmured.
"Listen to me, Detective." Hiram said. "Forget Finn Hudson. He's gone…"
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David Karofsky strutted through the streets of Mexico, protected by 10 armed guards and feeling extremely safe. Nobody dared touch him for he was the most powerful man in Mexico. Suddenly, just as he sat in his armored car, his phone rang. It was an unknown number but he answered it.
"Who's this?" He spat.
"Well, hello, David." A familiar Texas drawl greeted him. "Look at you. Someone's been doing Pilates."
"Detective Hudson. I thought I might hear from you." David remarked, looking around nervously. Finn chuckled.
"Relax. If I wanted to blow you up, you'd be confetti by now. That's not my style. No. I want to look you in the eyes when I do it. That's why I'm calling to let you know."
"You will never leave Mexico alive." David growled.
"Yeah. That's the idea…"
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That night, at around midnight, Quinn tiptoed into Santana's room in the basement and she knocked on the door. After hearing a faint 'come in', Quinn stepped inside and saw Santana working at her desk.
"Hey." Santana smiled and then she saw the troubled expression on Quinn's face. "What's up?"
"There's something I gotta do." Quinn murmured quietly. Santana immediately knew what Quinn needed to do. Santana nodded.
"Bring him home…"
