A black USB is dropped in front of her, causing Quinn to tear her eyes away from Charlie who was chatting away with one of the customers. She places a hand over the USB and picks it up for a moment studying it for a moment before looking at Santana who had been gone for most of the evening. "So, you did take it," Quinn said. It was a simple statement but there was an edge to her voice.

Santana studied Quinn for a moment before turning her attention to Sam who was currently a lump on her bar. She frowns slightly, and pokes him in the shoulder. She hears a low groan, and she nods glad that he's still alive. "You've got what you wanted, you saw her, and you got your data. So, I'd very much like it if you crawled back to wherever you came from."

Quinn slips the USB stick into her pocket, and watches as Charlie brightens at Santana's presence for a moment. "Personally, I don't give a shit about this data. What I want is to talk to Charlie," Quinn said tilting her head slightly and catching Charlie's eye.

"I'm certain she made it clear that she doesn't want to talk to you," Santana pointed out.

"I know what you think—" Quinn began.

"I think you truly believe that you are the victim here. But you're not. You got two parents who love you, you had your freedom, so your parents lied to you. Parent's do that all the time. What they don't do is what your family did to her. They don't go around turning their children into weapons." Santana pointed out.

Quinn scowls and licks her lips, "I was two. I am not guilty for what they did to her."

"But you here to bring her back," Santana scoffed. "You have no idea what they did to her."

Quinn looked away for a moment. "They recorded most of her training sessions. I have an idea. I have more of an idea then you do." She sighs loudly and motions for a drink.

Santana studied for her for a moment before getting a shot glass and pouring some cheap vodka into it. "You saw the abuse, you don't know what they took from her. You don't have an inkling of the consequences, I doubt the Templars knew what they were doing. This is what happens when you play with forces you don't understand. Despite the age of the Templar organization and all the tomes of knowledge that you pillaged, you don't know what you're doing. Charlie is proof of that."

Quinn flicks her eyes over to Charlie for a moment, before taking the shot and draining it. She no longer knew why she was here. The idea of dragging Charlie back to the Templar's—even if it was too her grandfather didn't sound appealing to her.

She had spent most of the night watching Charlie carefully, noting how she tapped her thumb on the bar when she grew bored. How she seemed to smile when people talked to her about stuff that Charlie probably didn't understand or care about. How she thanked everyone genuinely when she got a tip. She seemed happy. She looked happy.

Quinn holds out the shot glass and Charlie comes over to fill her up. She drains it quickly and shakes her head when Charlie moves to fill it. It's like looking into a mirror, and Charlie pours her glass of water. "Are you—" She begins and frowns when Charlie meets her gaze. "I—" she frowns, she wasn't sure what she wanted and when Charlie raises a brow at her she can't help but laugh a bit. Even if they had been raised apart, they were similar. "Can I get a napkin?"

Charlie nods and grabs a few of the paper napkins and hands them to Quinn, who motions for the pen that's behind her ear. Charlie frowns but hands it to her, before moving to another customer.

Quinn flicks her eyes over to Santana who was watching her before scribbling out her number, and writing her name down. She's about to push it away when she stops for a brief moment and quickly scribbles something else down. She puts the pen down and pulls out her wallet and places another fifty down, before tapping Sam on the shoulder. "Time to go."

Sam slowly gets up, dropping the bloody rag on the bar. "Aren't we—"

"No, we got what they wanted. And I won't tell anyone that you got your ass kicked by a table if you go along with my report," Quinn said helping him out of the bar.

"I didn't get my ass kicked by a table," Sam grumbled.

Quinn snorted, and turns to see Charlie looking at the napkin, before she pockets it, and dumps the cash into the tip jar.

~ O ~

"You made a judgement call?"

Quinn studied her grandfather, noting the look of displeasure on his face. Not that she could blame him, she had promised to bring Charlie in. "I did. Our tech guys say that it is the stolen data that we retrieved, and no one died. Charlie has a life, she has a job, she's learning life skills—she wasn't going to come willingly."

Lawrence frowned deeply. As he gets up and pours himself some brandy from the decanter. "You don't have the authority to make such a decision and if you think that the other members of the council will abide by it—"

"They'd be sending people to their death. You've seen the video of Charlie on that day, you saw her fighting aunt Cassandra. She was holding back, she said as much. Killing is far easier and the only reason she hasn't is because she doesn't want the Templars to come after her. I made the right decision."

Lawrence narrowed his eyes for a moment before sighing. "This is a—difficult—situation, I know that and I know you're trying your best to make the right choices."

Quinn studied her grandfather, "She will never be the face of a new merciful Templar organization. You know deep down in your heart that the only way that happen is if you force her, and if you do that, you're no better than my father, or any of the abusive pricks that made her who she is today."

"I can make arguments Quinn, I have no problem lying to get my way. But she needs to be with me—"

"She could have easily killed me. She beat me today sure I managed to force her back but she beat me. And I think she was playing."

"You aren't cleared—"

"It wouldn't have mattered, that teleportation trick she's picked up since she's been out—" Quinn inhaled sharply and sighed. "Just let her be. She's learning to be normal, something the Templars took away from her. She's just a regular person."

"Who is dangerous," Lawrence frowns. "Where is her location?"

"I'm not going to tell you that," Quinn says. "I don't care if this is an order. I'm your granddaughter, and as far as I'm concerned you owe me this. If that makes you dislike me or hate me—"

"I would never—"

"Then so be it," Quinn finishes. "But unless she becomes a threat to humanity, then just leave her alone."

Lawrence takes a seat, he had never felt as old as he did now. "The council isn't afraid of that. They're afraid she's going to become a threat to the Templars. I fear they're probably right in that prediction, but it's a mess of their own making."

Quinn doesn't say anything immediately, she just studies him carefully, he looked exhausted. Her lips curl into a frown, "I thought when I saw her it would be like my memories. I know they're fragmented, but we were close. I thought she would know that I was innocent. I thought maybe if I explained it to her, and she heard my side of things, then maybe she would want to come back and she would want to know me. Maybe if we had found her before she found someone that she cared for—no point dwelling on the past."

"No. There isn't." Lawrence takes a sip. "Have you filed your transfer request?"

"No. I filled it out. I thought it would take longer to find her." Quinn admits. And then there was the whole Rachel situation to deal with. "I haven't been medically cleared yet."

Lawrence studies her. "You're still processing." It's a statement, he leans back for a moment. "Come to my estate, there is a vineyard nearby. It will help you re-calibrate, and it will get you away from all this drama."

Quinn nodded she needed a break. "I'll put in a leave request as well. Maybe give Sam more info on that street drug."

Lawrence nods and looks out the window a signal that the conversation had come to an end. He turns slightly when Quinn begins to take her leave and sighs deeply before turning back to the window. "I would have made the same decision."

It's all that needs to be said between them and Quinn exhales, she hadn't even noticed she'd been on edge the entire time.