CHAPTER 36
Baja, Mexico, Two weeks later…
David Karofsky's convoy parked in front of a hotel and the man himself got out of the car. Quinn watched through her binoculars and she spoke into her phone.
"I found him!" Quinn exclaimed.
"Who? Finn?" Santana asked.
"No, David Karofsky, the head of the cartel. If he's here, Finn is not far off. I followed his mistress to a hotel. He just showed up. Clearly the man's not happy at home."
"Hmm… that makes two of us. Q, you have been in Mexico for two weeks and still haven't found Finn. When are you coming home?"
"I'm sorry. If I'd known I was gonna be here this long, I would've brought more stuff. I don't even have my electric toothbrush. This is a disaster."
"Mm, yeah, I'm sure you're roughing it. I've seen the credit card bills. The Four Seasons, Quinn?"
"I'm tailing David Karofsky. The man has expensive taste. Trust me, this has not been a picnic for me."
Suddenly, Luke walked into the kitchen and over to Santana.
"Hey, is that mom? Does she have another family down there?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah, tell her to bring us something back from Mexico." Haley added. "Like tequila."
"Ha. Very funny." Santana remarked. "And this is not a vacation. She is there on legitimate police business, right, Quinn? The LAPD is aware that you're down there, right?"
"Yeah, well, technically I'm using vacation days. But I'm definitely gonna work that out when I get back down there."
"Quinn, Finn is a grown man. He can make his own decisions."
"Ha. If only that were true. You know how many messages I've left for him? Texts? Calls? Totally unresponsive. You think it would kill him just to reach out to me? See how I'm doing?"
Suddenly, the sound of machine gun fire rang through the air and Quinn spun around. It was coming from the penthouse floor of the hotel.
"Hey, San, I'm gonna have to call you back. I think I found Finn."
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"I mean, I always knew you as a cold-blooded killer, David. But now I'm seeing you in a whole new light. I mean this right here is some kinky stuff." Finn remarked as he rummaged through David Karofsky's bag and pulled out various items. Finn had snuck into the hotel dressed in a flamboyant poncho and sombrero and had machine gunned his way through all of the guards on David Karofsky's private floor.
"Please." David begged. Finn pulled out a riding crop from the bag.
"You're gonna have to elaborate, David. Are you begging for your life or, uh, you want me to spank you?"
"Anything. I'll give you anything you want."
Finn knelt down and looked at the restrained man right in the eye.
"Don't you remember? You took away everything I ever wanted when you killed my wife." He growled.
The elevator doors swung open and Quinn stepped out onto the floor and her eyes widened… guards were lying across the floor, pools of blood seeping into the plush carpets. Quinn counted at least eight of them as she tiptoed towards the penthouse suite.
"You will never make it out of this hotel." David growled. "My men will kill you."
"That's the plan, David. See, you and I are going out together. Good news is, I'm dying with my pants on."
Finn then pulled out a gun and pointed it at David.
"Now, this is something that Rachel never had. It's the moment that you know, without a doubt, that you are gonna die."
"No, please." David whimpered. Suddenly, right when Finn was about to pull the trigger, the door was bashed open and Quinn ran inside. Finn grinned.
"Quinn!" He exclaimed, cheerfully.
"Finn, lower that weapon." Quinn warned, pointing to the gun Finn had trained on David.
"Lower it? Okay." Finn replied, lowering it so he was aiming at David's dick rather than his head. "Is that okay?"
"Come on, you know what I'm saying, man. This is not a joke. Come on, don't… don't, don't do this." Quinn pleaded.
"Hey, Quinn. You might want to, uh… step back. This is a .357. It's gonna get messy."
"Look, we can do this the right way." Quinn said.
"This feels like justice to me, Quinn." Finn murmured.
"Hey, Quinn, you pull that trigger and your life is over."
Finn looked her right in the eye.
"Yep." He replied, simply. "Might want to get out of here. They're gonna ask you why you didn't shoot me."
"I'm not leaving." Quinn snapped. "Okay? You want to do this? Then you know what? Fine. Both of our lives are over."
"So be it." Finn sighed.
"Finn, please don't. Please, please." Quinn begged.
"I'M GOING TO DO IT! GET OUT!"
"FINN, I LOVE YOU!" Quinn shouted. Finn almost dropped his gun in surprise.
"I'm sorry, did you just say you love me?" Finn asked, still reeling in shock.
"Yeah. I-I guess I got… I got caught up in the moment. So hey, maybe there's something that you… want to express to me in return."
Finn slowly shook his head.
"No, not really."
Quinn sighed.
"Come on, man. I just opened up and exposed myself emotionally to you, and… and you don't have nothing… nothing to say in return?"
"Yeah, I do actually." He murmured. "DUCK!"
Finn roughly shoved Quinn down and fired his gun over her head at the incoming guards. They had clearly heard about Finn's invasion of the hotel and were coming to David's age. Finn and Quinn then proceeded to pick off the guards one by one. As more and more guards started coming, Finn pulled out a grenade from his pocket and he pulled the pin. Quinn's eyes widened.
"You got a grenade?" She exclaimed. Finn shrugged and nodded.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I had it at the house. I was like when am I ever gonna get a chance to use it again?"
Finn then hurled the grenade at the incoming guards and successfully blew up all of the guards who were there. He then walked over to David and dragged him to his feet.
"Your time will come, amigo." Finn murmured. The three of them then tiptoed out of the hotel and somehow managed to make it alive.
"You know I had this all under control. You didn't have to come down here." Finn remarked as they threw David in the trunk of the car.
"No, now it's under control. We have David. We take him back to L.A, resume our lives, not a scratch on us. Now that's how I roll."
Suddenly, Finn slammed the trunk shut right on Quinn's thumb. She screamed in pain.
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"State your name for the record." The Internal Affairs Agent asked. Captain Hummel was being forced to give a statement about the recent actions of Quinn and Finn. The LAPD had obviously heard about their recent adventures in Baja.
"Captain Kurt Hummel." Kurt replied.
"Captain Hummel, are you aware this panel has convened to discuss the international incident involving Detectives Fabray and Hudson?"
"Yes, I am aware."
"And you understand it would look very bad for the LAPD if we had two officers running around Mexico wreaking havoc on a mission for vigilante justice?"
"Absolutely. And I am prepared to cooperate fully."
"Good. What are Fabray and Hudson doing in Mexico?"
"My understanding is… fishing." Kurt replied.
"Fishing?"
"Yes, fishing. They really like spending time together. Sometimes you-you pair people up and they just… they click."
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Quinn groaned in pain as she was wheeled into the hospital.
"We're wasting time, Q. We have someone that we need to be taking to jail." He remarked.
"AFTER!" Quinn snapped. "After we reattach my finger!"
Suddenly, Finn's phone started ringing and he took it out. His heart ran cold as he showed Quinn the number. It was Santana.
"OK, now she's calling my phone, all right? Just let me talk…"
"NO! I need time to come up with a plausible story for this." Quinn yelled, pointing at her disattached thumb.
"I've got loads of plausible stories!" Finn exclaimed.
"Just put the phone away! Haven't you done enough?" She snapped.
She started to get wheeled away by a nurse but Finn ran after her, a slushie glass full of ice in his hand.
"You're forgetting something?" Finn remarked. Quinn took the slushie glass from him and she looked at the finger in the glass and she almost threw up.
"Ew… it' s pointing right at me. Oh, I need something for the pain!" She exclaimed.
"Don't worry. We'll take care of you." The nurse said, kindly.
"I need morphine." Quinn cried.
"Sure you don't want me to come back there and hold your good hand?" Finn smirked.
"NO! Keep him away from me!" She cried.
"Family only, sir." The nurse said. Finn shrugged.
"Well, she did tell me that she loved me." Finn remarked.
"I didn't mean it, Finn. It was a distraction tactic, you hear me?! I didn't mean it!"
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"When did you know you were dealing with loose cannons." The IA agent asked. Kurt had to laugh at that question.
"Well, I mean, there was the incident at the Grand Prix. And then they blew up the fireworks factory. And the pharmaceutical company. Wait, no, they just jumped out of the window of the pharma. They shot the bomb in mid air. What was the question again?"
Suddenly, Tina walked into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt. It's urgent." She said. She then passed Kurt a post-it note that read one simple sentence… 'We've Got Karofsky!'
"Is this for real?" Kurt asked, delighted.
"I think so." Tina replied. Kurt then turned to the IA agents.
"Will you excuse me?" He asked. "We have some excellent news, and I feel like you're about to learn what I already know: that Fabray and Hudson are consummate professionals."
Kurt walked out of the room and saw Quinn and Finn standing in the bullpen. He rushed over to them.
"Great! You're back! I was worried!"
"Kurt!" Quinn exclaimed in an extremely high-pitched voice. "Come here, Captain!"
"Morphine." Finn explained to an extremely confused Kurt.
"Why is she on morphine?" Kurt asked, nervously.
"Had her finger reattached."
"What the hell happened in Mex…? You know what? I don't want to know. But you do have Karofsky, right?"
"Of course we have Karofsky." Quinn drawled. "We're industry professionals."
"Well, that's a bit of a stretch." Finn laughed.
"Great, where is he?" Kurt asked. The three of them walked down to the car park and they popped the trunk open. Kurt's eyes widened.
"What did you guys do?" He snapped. Raising their eyebrows, Finn and Quinn walked over to the trunk of the car and their hearts dropped.
"We didn't do that, right?" Quinn asked. David Karofsky was indeed in the trunk, but there was one difference to when they threw him in: there was a bullet hole in the center of his head. Finn gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw.
"No, Quinn, we didn't…"
