Detective Joe Evans knocked on the door to Police Chief Devon Anderson's office. "Come on," Devon called. He looked up. "Detective Evans, what do you need?"

"We got the results on the bullet found in the Jane Doe," Detective Evans said dropping the report on his boss' desk. Devon grabbed the file and opened it. "It's confirmed that the gun near the body is the murder weapon and we got a hit on the gun. It's registered to Jesse St. James."

Devon's face lit up when he saw the confirmation that the gun did in fact belong to St. James. Jesse St. James had been a thorn in his side for years. He was suspected of multiple murders but there had never been any evidence tying him to any of the crimes, until now. St. James had finally made a mistake and he wasn't about to let his opportunity go to waste. "Bring him in."

"That's the problem boss," Detective Evans said. "The gun belongs to St. James but there's no prints on the weapon. Any good defense attorney will be able to dispute the evidence."

Devon sighed and handed the file back. "Go talk to Judy Fabray and see if you can get a search warrant for his home. We need something, anything to tie him to the scene and the victim."

Detective Evans drove to the District Attorney's office. It was normal for the detectives to go to the Assistant District Attorney's in regards to warrants. The attorney would then go to a judge if there was enough evidence.

Detective Evans knocked on Judy's office door. "Come in," Judy called. She looked up when Detective Evans walked inside. "Detective Evans, what can I do for you?"

"I need a search warrant for the home of Jesse St. James," Detective Evans announced. He dropped the file on her desk. Judy grabbed the file and flipped through it. "His gun was used to kill the Jane Doe."

"But there was no prints," Judy pointed out.

"Which is why we need more evidence to nail St. James," Detective Evans said. "The gun's in his name. If we can find bullets or something in his home to tie him to the crime we can finally put him in prison."

Judy leaned back in her chair. "I'll talk to the judge," she said after a minute. She grabbed her phone and dialed the courthouse.

Detective Evans did his best not to listen to the conversation Judy was having with the judge but he couldn't help it. He was pleased to hear the conversation seemed to be going his way.

Judy hung up the phone. "The judge has agreed to the warrant but it will be limited to anything regarding the gun or shoes to match the prints," Judy told him. "If you can find more to tie St. James to the victim I'll get you a warrant for everything."

Detective Evans sighed. It was better than nothing but still not enough. "Alright," he agreed.

"The warrant will be here within the hour," Judy announced. "It will be delivered to the precinct. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, thank you Ms. Fabray," Detective Evans said respectfully.

Detective Evans headed back to the precinct to work on paperwork. Without the warrant he couldn't go to Jesse St. James' home. He couldn't risk going to his house now in case Jesse got spooked and tried to destroy the evidence.

Two hours of boring paperwork passed before the warrant arrived. The only good thing about the wait was the fact that Detective Evans finally caught up on his DD-5's. It was every cop's least favorite part of the job.

"Corcoran," Detective Evans yelled.

Shelby Corcoran looked up from her desk. She had just wrapped up a case involving a hit and run and was looking forward to a break that involved lots of sleep. "What do you want Evans?" Shelby asked tiredly.

"I'm heading to Jesse St. James' home, want to come?" Detective Evans asked.

Shelby stiffened. The answer was no she didn't want to go but she didn't have much of a choice. "Fine," Shelby agreed. She stretched and then stood. "Stop at the Lima Bean on the way."

Detective Evans stopped at the coffee shop per Shelby's request before speeding to Jesse's home. Jesse's car wasn't in the driveway when they arrived. Shelby had a good idea as to where he was but she didn't let her partner know.

Detective Evans banged on the front door. "Jesse St. James, it's the police, open up. We have a warrant to search the premises." Detective Evans banged on the door again. "Open up St. James."

"I don't think he's here," Shelby said after the fourth time. Listening to her partner bang on the door was giving her a headache. "There's no car in the driveway."

Detective Evans pulled out his gun. He counted to three and kicked in the door. Shelby pulled out her own gun and helped clear the house. To her relief Jesse wasn't there. It would make this process much easier. As it was Jesse was going to be angry when he found out his door was kicked down.

"Clear," Detective Evans called walking back downstairs.

"Clear," Shelby confirmed after searching the downstairs. "Let's get to work."

The detective's searched through each of the room, starting with the first floor. The first floor yielded no results. All Detective Evans learned was Jesse St. James was neat, almost too neat. With that knowledge Detective Evans didn't bother cleaning up the mess he made.

Shelby sighed. Sometimes she hated being a cop especially when working with people like Joe Evans. He was a firm believer that anyone accused to a crime was guilty. He viewed the world in black and white. There were no shades of grey for him.

The first floor held nothing of interest, not that Shelby was surprised. Jesse was smart. He spent years studying law and forensics. It was what made him such a good criminal. If there was anything to find in this house then Shelby knew it was all planned.

They headed upstairs and Shelby rolled her eyes at Detective Evans. He was so determined to take Jesse out that he didn't realize he was being played. Anything he found was left there deliberately. Jesse rarely made mistakes and when he did he was an excellent liar.

The upstairs was searched room by room. Halfway through the search of Jesse's bedroom Detective Evans found what he was looking for. "Jackpot," he exclaimed. Shelby moved closer to see what Detective Evans found. Detective Evans pulled out a box of 9mm ammo and a pair of muddy boots. "Hand me some evidence bags."

Shelby passed over the bags. The muddy boots were a bad sign. She hoped Jesse had planned this. She assumed he did but it was hard to tell. Jesse may be brilliant but he wasn't perfect.

Detective Evans phone rang. "Evans," he answered. Shelby bagged up the evidence.

"We got an ID on your vic," Chief Anderson said. "Danielle Harper."

"As in the Harper crime family?" Evans questioned. The last name was rather common but still he had to ask.

"The very same," Chief Anderson confirmed. "Danielle Harper was the daughter of James Harper."

"Damn," Evans muttered. "Are we about to have a war on our hands?"

"Hard to say," Chief Anderson said. "The Harpers are based in New York. What I want to know is why Danielle Harper was in Lima. How goes the search at the St. James house?"

"Found a pair of muddy boots and some 9mm ammo. Corcoran is bagging it up now," Evans reported.

"Excellent," Chief Anderson said happily. "Get that stuff to the lab ASAP. With any luck St. James will be in jail by the end of the week."

"We got a name," Detective Evans told Shelby once he was off the phone. "Danielle Harper, of the Harper crime family."

"Why would someone from the Harper crime family come to Lima?" Shelby questioned.

"Doesn't matter," Detective Evans said with a shrug. "She's here and she's dead."

Shelby shook her head. Joe didn't give a damn about Danielle Harper. All he cared about was catching Jesse. Shelby honestly had no idea if Jesse had done this. What she did know was even if Jesse had done it, the evidence they collected wouldn't match anything. Jesse was smart. It was one of the reasons Eduardo kept him around. He would never allow himself to get caught.

"There's nothing else here," Shelby said. "Let's get this stuff back to the crime lab."

A week had gone by and Joe Evans was getting on the crime scene technician's nerves. He was in the lab every day, sometimes for hours at a time, waiting on the test results for the muddy boots and the ammo.

"Well?" Detective Evans questioned for the fiftieth time this week. Not that any of the techs were counting.

"The mud from the boots matches the crime scene," the tech started.

Detective Evans grinned. "We got the son of a bitch."

"Not quite," the tech said. "The mud matched but the prints didn't. Plus, the bullets are not a match to the one taken from your vic." The tech handed over those results.

Joe glanced at the results. He understood nothing that was written down. He wasn't even sure why he bothered trying to read it. "It doesn't matter," he said dismissing the findings. "We have enough to arrest St. James."

The tech shook his head. There was a reason he hated detectives. They liked to make the evidence fit their theory instead of forming a theory based on the evidence. Several people had been falsely imprisoned because of this.

Detective Evans left before the tech could say another word.

"Gin," Rach shouted gleefully.

The others groaned. "Why did we agree to this?" Jake grumbled.

"Cause we're stupid," Puck said crossing his arms over his chest.

The brothers scowled as Rachel pulled the poker chips to her. "What am I going to do with all this money?" Rachel asked stacking her chips.

"Pay for poker lessons for your brothers?" Jesse suggested, walking into the room.

"Jesse," Santana exclaimed. "What are you doing here? The cops…"

"Where I am doesn't matter," Jesse said with a shrug. "The cops will find me no matter what. It's only a matter of time before they start looking."

"Jesse, I…" Santana began.

Jesse held up his hand. "Don't," he said. "This is my job Santana. I know what I'm doing."

"But—"

Jesse hugged her. "It will all be okay," he promised.

There was a knock at the door. Jake left the room to answer the door. "Uh guys," Jake said as Detectives Evans and Corcoran entered the room.

Puck and Rachel eyed their biological mother. Though Shelby knew them well, she acted like she didn't know them at all. "What are you doing here?" Puck demanded.

"Jesse St. James, you're under arrest for the murder of Danielle Harper," Detective Evans said pulling out his cuffs. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…"

Santana and others stared at the detective as he handcuffed Jesse. Santana was horrified at the sight. "Jesse," she said moving toward him. "I…"

"Call Hiram," Jesse interrupted before Santana could say anything that could get her in trouble. Santana was frozen. "Santana. Santana, look at me." Santana looked at him. "The best thing you can do for me is to call Hiram. Okay?" She nodded and Jake pulled out his phone. "Good. Everything will be fine Santana.'

They watched Jesse get dragged to the police car. Shelby glanced back at them before getting into the car. "Pop," Jake said. "The cops just came and arrested Jesse for Dani's murder. Yeah, they just left. Jesse said to call you." He paused to listen to Hiram. "Alright. We will. Love you too. Bye." He hung up and turned to the others. "He's on his way to the station. He said to stay here and wait for him to call. He's calling Eduardo on the way."

Finn wrapped his arm around Santana. "Jesse knows what he's doing San," Finn assured her. "He'll be fine. Let Hiram do what he does best."

"It's my fault," Santana sobbed in his arms.

"It's not your fault Santana," Finn said. "Jesse knew what he was getting himself into. Whatever the cops found, odds are Jesse did it on purpose. You know Jesse, you know he can't resist showing he's smarter than the police."

Santana took a deep breath. Finn was right. Jesse was smart and he loved toying with the cops. It was all a game to him. No matter how many times Eduardo warned Jesse not to do it, Jesse did it anyway. "Should we call Elliot?" she asked.

The others weren't too sure that was a good idea. Jesse's relationship with Elliot was as close to love as it would ever get for either of them. Jesse was one of the few that could calm Elliot when he was angry. "Maybe we should wait and see what Hiram says," Puck suggested. "Once we have a better idea what evidence the cops have then we can tell him."

"I don't know," Jake said unsure. "Jesse's arrest is going to be all over the news and Elliot isn't going to be happy if he finds out we knew."

Finn send a text to Eduardo asking him what they should do. Eduardo quickly texted back telling Finn that he would talk to Elliot. "Eduardo's going to tell Elliot," Finn announced.

"Good idea," Puck said. "Eduardo will be able to calm Elliot. Besides, whatever the evidence is, odds are Elliot knows about it. I mean they did work together." He glanced at Santana. She was pale. "Maybe you should go lay down San?" he suggested.

Jake took Santana upstairs so she could lie down. This was harder on her than anyone else. "This is all my fault," Santana muttered when Jake sat her on her bed.

"It's not," Jake disagreed sitting beside her.

"It is," Santana argued. "Jesse is in jail because of me, because I fell in love with Dani."

"Loving Dani did not get Jesse arrested," Jake said firmly.

"You're right. I killed her and now Jesse is getting punished for it," Santana said bitterly.

"Santana you killed her in self-defense," Jake reminded her. "She was going to kill you. She used you. You did what you had to do to protect yourself. No one faults you for that."

Santana leaned against Jake. "Do you know what the worst part is?" Jake shook his head. "All I can think about is what Quinn would think if she found out I was the one who killed Dani. She told us about the cops finding Dani in an effort to protect Jesse but would she do the same if she knew the truth?"

"I have no doubt in my mind she would," Jake said honestly. "I don't think it was about protecting Jesse. I think it was about protecting all of us."

"I feel guilty," Santana confessed.

"Guilty because of Dani?" Jake asked.

Santana shook her head. "Guilty for hiding everything from Quinn. I mean we befriended her and brought her into our lives. It seems wrong for her not to know the truth. She's in danger just by being friends with us and she doesn't even realize it."

"Santana I know you like Quinn. We all like Quinn. But can you honestly say you trust her enough to tell her the truth?" Jake questioned. "I don't know about you but I don't know if I trust her that much, not yet. We've known her for a couple of weeks. It's just too soon to tell."

"I can see her permanently being a part of our group," Santana said after a minute. "Rachel loves having another girl around. Puck loves hitting on her and making her blush and Finn…"

"Loves having a sister," Jake finished.

"Yeah," Santana smiled. "He does treat her like a little sister."

"He likes having someone he can protect," Jake said. "He, all of us actually, wish we could have done something to help you. I would have shot her myself to save you from that pain and I know Finn and Noah feel the same way."

Santana kissed his cheek. "Thanks Jake. Quinn knows I'm gay," she said after a moment.

"Really?" Jake asked surprised. "How did she react?"

"She didn't mind," Santana replied. "People can love who they love."

"Sounds like she will fit in just fine here," Jake said. "Then again she is fine with Pop and Dad."

"I think it's a little different when it's your friend's parents versus your friend but she hasn't tried distancing herself from me any," Santana noted. "I figured that's a good sign."

"Definitely a good sign," Jake agreed. "Then again she would probably rather you hit on her than Noah. At least you're more subtle."

Santana snorted. Puck was anything but subtle. "I believe that."

Santana laid down and closed her eyes. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep. Jake stayed by her side. He didn't want to leave her alone.

Hiram pulled into the parking lot of the Lima Police Department. He couldn't wait to see the evidence against Jesse. There wouldn't be much, if any, evidence. Jesse was too smart to leave evidence and Hiram already knew he didn't kill Dani. Hiram also knew who actually killed Dani, not that he would ever admit it.

Hiram climbed out of his car and walked into the station. He strolled through the halls to the interrogation rooms. He knew from experience that it was up to him to get to Jesse. The good news was Jesse was smart enough not to talk without him present.

Hiram burst into the room. The detective looked up and sighed. Now he wasn't going to get anything from St. James, not that Jesse was talking before. He sat in the interrogation room, smirking at the cops. "Don't say a word Jesse," Hiram said although it wasn't necessary.

"Haven't said anything Hiram," Jesse assured him.

"Good." Hiram sat down next to Jesse. "What are the charges against my client?"

"First degree murder for Danielle Harper," Detective Evans replied.

"And what proof do you have that my client committed this murder?" Hiram questioned.

"His gun was found at the crime scene," Detective Evans announced. He pulled out the confirmation that the gun was in fact Jesse's.

Jesse hid his grin. "That gun was stolen six months ago," he said calmly. Hiram was relieved Jesse knew what he was doing. "I filed a police report. Fill free to check."

Detective Evans mentally groaned. He hated how smug Jesse St. James looked. He would love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face. "Do you know Danielle Harper?" He tossed Dani's DMV photo in front of Jesse.

Jesse barely glanced at the photo in front of him. "Can't say that I do," he replied pushing the photo away.

"So it's a coincidence that your gun was found at the scene?" Detective Evans pressed.

"I believe my client already answered that," Hiram reminded him. He leaned back in his chair. "Detective do you have any evidence that my client was involved in this crime?" Detective Evans didn't respond. "I thought so. Jesse, come, we have a bail hearing to attend."

"Pleasure to see you again Detective," Jesse said standing up. He paused at the door. "I do hope you find that poor girl's real killer."

Hiram pushed his way into Judy's office. The bail hearing was quick. Eduardo posted bail before the hearing was even over. "Hiram Puckerman, what brings you to my office?" Judy asked.

"I'm here about my client, Jesse St. James," Hiram said getting straight to the point.

"Figures you would defend St. James again," Abigail said rolling her eyes. "This is what, the fourth time he's been connected to a murder?"

"Second time," Hiram corrected. "And he was acquitted of the first murder. If I didn't know any better I would say you have it out for my client."

"I have a problem with murderers getting out of jail," Abigail said crossing her arms over her chest.

Hiram ignored her and dropped a document on Judy's desk. "What is this?" Judy asked grabbing the document.

"Mr. St. James' alibi," Hiram said.

Judy flipped through it. "You have got to be kidding me." Judy passed it to Abigail.

"There is no way this is right," Abigail protested.

"Do you really think a decorated detective would lie about this?" Hiram questioned raising an eyebrow at her. "The same detective that has helped put away numerous criminals." Judy closed the file. They were screwed. "But if you wish to challenge Jesse's alibi then by all means go ahead."

"No, we won't challenge the alibi," Judy sighed. "I'll have the charges dropped against Mr. St. James."

"Have a nice day ladies," Hiram said before leaving the room.

"You are dropping the charges against St. James?" Abigail exclaimed in disbelief.

"I have to," Judy said pushing her hair back. "As much as it pain me to admit, and believe me it does, Hiram Puckerman is right. Challenging the alibi will allow every defense attorney in county to start questioning Shelby Corcoran's arrests plus there is no way the District Attorney will allow us to prosecute St. James, not with this new evidence. The fact is our evidence against St. James is circumstantial evidence at best. No, we can't prosecute him. Not yet at least."

"Dammit," Abigail swore.

Judy glanced at Abigail. "Don't worry Abigail. We will take down Eduardo Lopez and when we do the rest of them will begging to make a deal."

"The charges should be dropped by the morning," Hiram announced walking into the living room of the Lopez house.

Santana, Finn, Puck, Rachel and Jake cheered. Jesse stood and shook Hiram's hand. "Thank you Hiram," he said.

"Anytime Jesse," Hiram said. "Next time try not to leave evidence connecting you to the crime. It will save us both a lot of time."

Jesse laughed. "Sure Hiram," he agreed though Hiram knew better.

Santana stood up. "Jesse, I…"

Jesse held up his hand. "I know Santana and it's not your fault. Elliot and I planned this from the start. I knew I would get arrested. I also knew there was no way this would go to trial. Why do you think I gave you my gun Santana? I reported it stolen knowing if it was ever used they wouldn't be able to pin anything on me."

"We all need to talk," Eduardo announced. "Everyone sit."

Everyone sat down and turned to Eduardo. "Elliot and Jesse did a brilliant job with hiding Dani's body. Jesse I will admit I was unsure of your plan to report your gun stolen but this worked out perfectly. The police no longer believe Jesse is involved in killing Dani simply because of the gun. But this doesn't mean our family is in the clear." Santana looked down. "Santana, mija, look at me," Eduardo said gently. Santana looked at her father. "This is not your fault."

"It is," Santana disagreed. "I killed Dani and because of that we're all in danger."

"That's not true Santana," Finn protested. "She tried to kill you and you defended yourself. It's not your fault."

"Finn is right Santana," Jesse said, perfectly calm despite the tension in the room. "This isn't your fault. Elliot and I had everything planned. We left the gun on purpose, with no prints. We even left the box of ammo in my house and a random pair of muddy boots, knowing it wouldn't match. Stop worrying."

Jesse's words helped ease Santana's worries but it wasn't enough to erase them. She was still terrified that Jesse would end up in jail for her actions. There was a part of her that was terrified that Quinn would leave if she found out Santana was the one that killed Dani, even if it was self defense.

A knock at the door made all of the kids jump in surprise. Santana was worried the cops were back to arrest Jesse, or her this time. The adults, however, remained calm. Marisol got up and answered the door.

Santana was surprised, and grateful, to see it was Quinn walking into the room behind her mother. Santana got up and crossed the room. She threw her arms around Quinn. "Thank you," she whispered in her ear.

Quinn didn't have to ask why Santana was thanking her. "I take it by Jesse's presence that everything went well?"

"Charges were dropped," Jesse confirmed. Quinn jumped. She hadn't realized he was there. He stepped toward Quinn. "I believe I have you to thank." He offered his hand and Quinn shook it. "Thank you."

"Quinn, can I speak to you for a moment?" Eduardo questioned.

Quinn looked at Santana's father. She couldn't decipher the look on his face. He didn't look mad, but he also didn't look happy. "Yes of course." Quinn followed Eduardo to his office. It wasn't until he shut the door behind them that she started to get nervous.

"Come, sit, Eduardo said gesturing to the chair across from him. "I have to thank you. You're warning about Jesse saved him."

"I'm glad I could help," Quinn said nervously.

"You're nervous," Eduardo noticed. Quinn nodded. "Sit, please." Quinn sat down. "Tell me Quinn, if you were to… dispose of someone in the police force, who would you choose?"

"Dispose of," Quinn repeated. The look on his face was enough for Quinn to know exactly what he meant. She leaned back in her seat. Was this some sort of test? Perhaps, but it was a test she was determined to pass. "The easy choice would be Police Chief Anderson but that would be a mistake."

"Why?" Eduardo questioned, raising an eyebrow at Quinn. "Take out the head and the rest dies with it."

"Eliminating the Chief means another Chief is appointed. One you know nothing about. If you keep Chief Anderson, at least you know what to expect."

Eduardo leaned forward. "So, what do you suggest?"

Quinn thought about it. "Well, Detectives Evans would be the best choice but it would look suspicious if the Detective investigating Jesse was suddenly killed. He would be the prime suspect. No, the safest bet is Detective Smythe."

"Detective Smythe," Eduardo repeated. "He's just a low-grade detective."

"Maybe," Quinn said. "But I took the liberty of flipping through some of my mother's case files. Did you know he's the one that's been giving my mother information on you? It's not public knowledge, even in the department. If he were to be killed… no one would suspect you because as far as they know you don't know anything about him."

The room was quiet for several minutes. Quinn was worried she said the wrong thing. Maybe she had read too much into his question. Maybe she should have picked the chief and left it at that.

Quinn was about to take back everything she said when, to her surprise, Eduardo laughed. "I must say, I am impressed Quinn. I expected you to suggest Chief Anderson and leave it at that. But Detective Smythe," he stroked his chin, "you said he's the one that went to your mother." Quinn nodded. "Curious, he knows little to nothing about my organization. I appreciate you coming forward with this."

"Are you going to kill him?" Quinn had no idea why she asked when she already knew the answer.

"I'm not," Eduardo said. "Would it bother you if something were to happen to him?"

Quinn's response would determine her future with Santana and her family. It was a big decision to make, and it came down to one simple question… was she okay with murder? The answer turned out to be easier than she thought.

"No," she said finally. "No, it wouldn't bother me."

Eduardo smiled. "That is good to hear Quinn."

"May I ask you something?" Quinn questioned.

"You may," Eduardo agreed.

"Why is my mother investigating you?" Quinn questioned.

Eduardo leaned back in his seat. "I believe you already know the answer to that Quinn."