The Fabray family had been part of the Templars for centuries. The family name was spoken about with such reverence, one would mistake them for royalty. Sure, they came from a noble bloodline, but that was centuries ago, and now it was just her. She was sure her father had wished for more children, male children but he just had her, and she had this need to prove her worth.

Which was why she was currently sitting up in bed going over the pictures that Finn had sent her instead of resting properly like the doctors had ordered. She zoomed in on her tablet and squinted at the pictures, she couldn't be in Texas with him, but she had managed to bully him into helping. Finn always gave her credit for his success.

"What are you doing?"

Quinn turned over to look at Rachel who was beside her and flashes her a smile, with Finn gone she was spending more time with her. It was the first time that she had spent nearly two days with Rachel, and she was growing comfortable. "New case, Finn sent the photos."

The words are enough to pull Rachel from her slumber and turn to look at Quinn, righteous indignation on her face. "Seriously?"

"It's a new case Rachel don't worry you've met Finn, he's far to proper to send me racy photos," Quinn said with a lopsided smile. "He says hi by the way."

Rachel shivered and moved away from Quinn, the guilt suddenly getting to her. "I'm not sure what I should be more upset about," she says as she slides out of Quinn's bed. "The fact that you're working again, or the fact that you haven't broken up with him."

Quinn put her tablet down immediately, "Rachel—"

"I mean we didn't get off on the right foot, but Finn is nice enough a bit arrogant, and short-tempered but he's a nice guy," Rachel said, licking her lips. "A nice guy who you're going to marry one day, and we shouldn't be doing this."

Quinn reaches for Rachel's hand to calm her, but Rachel pulls it away from her and she sighs, "You know why we're doing this Rachel—you think that I don't want things to be different?"

"You don't need to be engaged to Finn, I understand why we have to hide things. It's not like it will be easy for me as well to be out and about, but the lying and cheating?" Rachel looked at her. "I don't know why you have to do that."

"The Hudson's are about as old as the Fabray's it's a good match—"

"That's not a reason to be engaged to him, I think Finn really does love you Quinn, I was there with him while you were in the hospital, I saw him smile every time he talked about you. This was easier when I didn't have a face to the name, when he was just some guy you were being forced to marry."

Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh, "Do you think this is what I want to be doing? If there was any other way to be with you—"

"Really you can't be supposedly single and focused on work? You need to be engaged? Do you plan on having a few kids with him too just, so no one suspects you like women?"

"I have no intention of marrying Finn Rachel, there is no date, we don't even talk about it. It just sort of happened when we were teenagers. Finn is my friend, he's a good friend and one of the few guys here that will give me credit when I do something for him."

Rachel swallowed, Quinn had a reason for everything, but none of what she said was making her feel better. "You know where I stand on this issue. This relationship isn't sustainable if you don't make a change soon." She sighs when Quinn pouts at her. She hated when Quinn did that. "You're not supposed to be working Quinn, I heard what your doctor said. It'll be another three weeks before you're even cleared to sit at your desk. Six months to a year before you're cleared for active duty again."

Quinn sighed, "There have been some strange deaths in California, Texas and New York. The local departments think it's magical in nature, no DNA, no signs of forced entry. There is no pattern to the victims, black, white, Asian, male, female—though it's mostly rich kids that are dying. There is no pattern to the deaths either, so we know that this probably isn't some magic-touched ritual. Definitely magic, but as far as anyone is concerned there is no magic in the area."

Rachel grimaced, "Seriously, I'm nearly naked in bed beside you and you choose to look at those pictures?"

"You were sleeping, and I've been bored, and it's an interesting case. And cases like these only help my argument as to why Templars are needed."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Well you're supposed to be resting so I'll make you breakfast, we'll watch a movie and then I have to get to practice, if at that time you want to look at rather gruesome pictures and work even though you're supposed to be taking this time to get better, then that's on you."

Quinn dropped her tablet on the bed and flashes Rachel a smile, "Or we could—"

"The last time you tried, you hurt yourself again and you're not a masochist. So, no sex."

Quinn huffed, "I'm not an invalid—"

"I'll sleep with you if you can touch your toes without using some rather creative expletives." Rachel smirked when Quinn scowled at her. "You need to get better Quinn, and to do that you need to rest."

Sue stopped and turned to look at Quinn who was currently sitting in the library with a stack of books surrounding her. "Aren't you supposed to be home Fabray?"

Quinn winced at Sue's tone before she turned, biting her lip hard to keep from groaning in pain as she held up the thick book, and forced a smile onto her face. "I'm just doing some light reading."

"On necromancy?" Sue asked a bewildered expression on her features. "Actually, I don't want to know, that will make me culpable. Go home and rest."

"I am resting my body. Last time I checked my mind is fine, and since the case of the missing asset is closed I need something to do. Helping Finn with his new assignment is exactly the thing I need. I'm allowed to read, aren't I? I mean what's a papercut to all my injuries?"

Sue frowned, "Finn again," she pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment. "Quinn, I tell you this because I care about you, and I believe that you might be the first woman to break through the glass ceiling. Finn is deadweight for you and you need to stop propping him up and making him better than he is. It's rather impressive that he's managed to ride your coattails and somehow managed to get ahead of you. He's a rank away from joining the Gilded Order, and quite frankly he's not intelligent enough to be in the order. He's hit his ceiling."

"His father—"

"Yes, I know all about Christopher Hudson. He was Seneschal Schuester's friend. It's why he's taken such a shine to Finn, and completely ignores your involvement in Finn's successes. You're a Fabray, and yet you're trailing behind Finn, working hard to let him take the glory and your promotions. You should have been in the Gilded Order by now, but you waste your time covering for Finn's incompetency's."

Quinn frowned, "He was a hero he died—"

"He didn't die a Templar, he was kicked out. He developed a flare addiction. Finn believes in a myth, and no one has the heart to tell him the truth because he tries so hard to be the ideal Templar." Sue shook her head, it was a travesty. "You know as well as anyone that you need skill to back that up and Finn doesn't have it. The only person who had faith that he wouldn't flame out— was the Seneschal. Quite frankly he's the only reason Finn is moving through the ranks so quickly, he's going to be put in more dangerous situations, and you won't always be there for him. So, if you care about him, if you ever loved him, then you need to let him fail. Or he'll end up like his father, or dead. You can pick which one you think is worse."

With that Sue turned, ready to go back to managing their branch of the Order, there were a million things that she needed to do including sit in on a meeting with a joint task force to deal with these murders.

"It's a drug," Quinn said before Sue left, turning to look back at the book. "Like flare, it's a drug, but I don't know what it does just yet. No one is going to buy a drug that has a good chance of killing them. So, the high must be something amazing."

Sue stopped and turned to look at Quinn, "What?"

"The murders aren't murders. They're either overdoses or really bad trips. I've been pouring over old texts since I came in trying to see if I can figure out what type of magic they were using. By the way we really need to modernize all these books. We could scan them and put it in eBook format or something," Quinn said looking back at the book of necromancy."

"Drugs did this?"

"Yes, I mean it makes sense, I skimmed all the police reports and looked at the pictures for each body found. A few cases stood out to me, some of the wounds were self-inflicted. If they were suicidal—well, you don't stab yourself over twenty-five times. We could be dealing with a new drug in the vein of Flare, but much deadlier." Quinn frowned slightly, before putting the book down. "We need to know what it does, otherwise it's just a speculation."

Sue frowned and looked at the pile of books that Quinn had around her, she was very good at this sort of thing. If Russell understood just how intelligent she was, she would have made the Gilded Order by nineteen. "I'll look into it. That being said you're not supposed to be here, go home."

Quinn rolled her eyes and grabbed yet another book, "I will, after this. I'll go home, and I'll attempt to watch daytime television."

"Good," Sue said turning, before pausing once more. "One more thing Quinn."

"Hmm?" Quinn prompted tearing her eyes away from the book.

"If you're going to sneak around and carry on an affair, do a far better job of it. Because if I figured it out, you can bet your ass that one day your father will notice if he ever bothers to check your location."

Quinn's body went rigid as Sue turned and walked away, she'd been careful. They'd been careful how could she have known? She swallows the thick lump that had developed in her throat as her heart beat rapidly. Sue probably didn't care a fuck who she slept with and she wouldn't risk the wrath of her father either by breaking the news to him, which meant that at this moment in time. She was safe, but she didn't know for how much longer she could keep her secret life.

Sam blinked, the last person he had expected to see sitting outside his door holding a bag of food was Quinn Fabray, "Finn's in—"

"Texas right now, I know. I actually came to see you." Quinn said, holding up the bag of food. "Uh—I might need a bit of help getting up right now."

Sam moved to help her up, "Aren't you supposed to be—"

"Resting, that's what everyone tells me, but I've been doing some thinking, and some research." Quinn grimaced as the pain wracked her body, she hated this, hated being weak. "I know you've been friends with Finn for a long time and you've helped him quite a bit, but you haven't been promoted in nearly three years Sam." He would still be in the dormitories if Finn hadn't brought him with him.

Sam made a face at Quinn's words, "I know, but my last name isn't Hudson or Fabray, I joined up with the Templars because I believed in what they were doing, and the money is good. I get to send it home—"

"You'd send more money home if you got promoted, and you'd finally be able to move into your own place," Quinn said briskly as Sam opened the door and let her inside the apartment. She crinkles her nose at Finn's mess and shakes her head.

"Why?"

Quinn turned to him as she nudged Finn's boxer's off the couch and takes a seat, she relaxes for a moment. "Because, I have no intention on simply resting on my laurels Sam and quite frankly neither should you. Do you know how Sue got to her position? She climbed through the ranks like we did and then when she was able she started picking from the Enlisted order, creating teams and bring them with her through the ranks. Now they are in various positions of power throughout the country in different branches, and more importantly they're loyal to her."

Sam swallowed, "I mean you have Finn—"

"Who has Seneschal Schuester in his corner, so I know that Finn will be fine. As for me—well you may say that I have my father in mine, but my father is a—difficult man, and he rarely if ever gives me anything. He certainly doesn't pick favorites," Quinn said with a sigh.

Sam frowned, "Does that work on Finn?"

"What?"

"The manipulation? Look I'm sure you mean well but part of the reason I haven't made the Honored Order yet is because I keep putting my trust in people of your rank. And sure, they say my name, they promise me that I'll get promoted but it never happens. Then come the excuses. I know you want something so just spit it out—"

Quinn frowned, well he certainly wasn't as gullible as Finn was, which was for her benefit. "In case you haven't noticed, my body at this moment in time is broken. I can't do the things I want to do, it'll probably be another year before I can return to the field. What I'm asking right now is for you to be my body in this, you're good Sam. I can't take your credit and what I'm asking is to form a team with you, with Sue's knowledge. I mean look at what I did for Finn."

Sam nodded, she had done a lot for Finn, sure a lot of it was Seneschal Schuester's doing, but his high rate of case closure, was due to Quinn's intervention. The Seneschal could never promote Finn like he had if Finn was failing all the missions he'd been assigned to. "Before I say yes—if I say yes, what is it that you want me to do?"

"Smart," Quinn said with a laugh. Sam wasn't just going to do something just because she said yes. People generally formed small teams, while she generally preferred to work alone, with Sam working with her, she'd still be able to make sure the higher-ups noticed her. "You've heard about the drugs that have been killing people, haven't you?"

"The joint task force? I wasn't assigned—"

"Well we're going to solve it, if you want people to notice you Sam you need to make sure you're memorable." Quinn said with a pleased smile when Sam's eyes widened. She had him.