Quinn knocked on Rachel's door, it had not been a good day for her, they hadn't found anything in the drug samples that they had collected that seemed magical, there were quite a few psychedelics, and even the sketchy man in the trench coat who had offered them something new, there was nothing. Sure, there had been something that they couldn't identify in the mix, but nothing screamed magic.

Not only was she back to the drawing board when it came to the drugs. She had started physio and she was certain her physiotherapist was the devil. She had never been in this much pain before and she had been stabbed—twice. The therapy left her feeling exhausted, both mentally and physically with a dull throbbing sensation in her shoulder.

Then there was Rachel's simple text message, stating that they needed to talk. Something which filled her heart with dread, she was making all the right moves, and she was finally in the clear. She just didn't know when she was going to break up with Finn. She didn't want to hurt him, and she hadn't figured out how to break up with him while making him think that this whole thing was his decision.

Rachel opens the door before Quinn can knock again, and bites her lip as she studies Quinn. "How was physiotherapy."

"Awful, would be putting it mildly," Quinn responds as she enters Rachel's apartment. "You wanted to talk?"

"I did," Rachel responded, "This thing between us is over," Rachel winces at the harshness of her words. This was not how she had planned this conversation to go. She had gone over it a million times, planning to simply ease Quinn into this. She immediately pulls back before Quinn can touch her, she needed to remain strong in her convictions. And Quinn was very—very convincing when she wanted to be.

"If this is about Finn—"

"You always say that you'll take care of it, you'll always say that it's okay because Finn's not that bright. But he thinks you're cheating on him with Sam, and I saw how upset he was about it. He was devastated and I realized—that we can't continue like this. I don't like how I feel, and you were being selfish, I was able to ignore the fact that he existed when we were together but now?" Rachel shook her head. "I'm sorry but I thought you deserved that we needed to have this conversation face to face—"

"Rachel I was going to end things with Finn—"

"You always say that." Rachel repeats. "You've been saying it for the two years we've been seeing each other. And if it's not Finn it will be something else. This is about more than Finn, it's about what you do, it's about you not being able to sit down and just rest. You were in New Orleans and you haven't been medically cleared yet and you throw yourself into danger, just so your father will notice you, and it's not healthy. None of this is healthy Quinn."

"Healthy? I want to surpass my father, I want to join the leadership, and the only way that I can do that is to prove myself over and over again. I need to do it so we can modernize, so I can be out and open with you." Quinn said looking at her, making a move to touch her again only for Rachel to pull away. "Rachel."

"There are easier ways than this, I know you think you have to do twice the work a man does, but none of that matters if you're dead. Work smarter not harder," Rachel snaps at her. "You want me to just sit idly by while you get yourself killed? I'm not going to do that. I mean you could have died weeks ago when you were in Argentina. You got lucky." Rachel takes a breath. "No one told me you were in the hospital, or that you were unconscious or anything. And what if you had died? I would never have known. Finn certainly wouldn't have shown up; your name would have been redacted or whatever it is that you do. Maybe if I was a partner, they would have at least informed me but you can't come out. I never actually thought about what you do as dangerous, but now I look at you and I know that there are more threats out there and you like an idiot, will try and solve it even if it means dying in the process."

"Rachel I can make sure—"

"No Quinn, the more I think about it, the more sure I am that this is the right thing to do. You're not going to change, and I don't want you too. If this is what you feel you need to do, then that's what you need to do." Rachel says looking away.

"Why now?" Quinn asked her voice small. "We've been doing good for nearly two years—"

"I've been your dirty little secret for two years you mean," Rachel sighed, turning away from Quinn. "We had fun, this was fun but none of this is fun anymore. I need someone that's not you."

Quinn shook her head there had to be a way for her to make this work, "Rachel, look I get it but just give me a week, I'll—"

"Quinn. No. I want something real and this is fun it's not real. You should go now—please?" Rachel said turning away from Quinn.

Quinn extends her hand but when Rachel shrugs her off, she feels her heart shatter. Maybe she had never let Rachel know how much she meant to her maybe she had allowed this Finn thing to go on for to long. She wanted to beg but couldn't quite bring herself to utter the words. So instead she turns and walks out the door, making sure to slam it close on her way out.

Sue grimaced as she and the rest of the Templars stood at attention, it was a rare day indeed when the Council sent one of their members for an inspection. The powers that be rarely got involved with the minutia. She'd been caught completely off guard, it had just been announced this morning, and it had been a mad scramble to make everything presentable. She steals a glance at the man who was taking his time making it down the hallway.

For a man in his seventies, he looked much younger with his height and his broad chest mixed with the muscle structure of a forty-year-old who went to the gym religiously. Even with a head of full snowy white hair that matched his rough beard, and the walking cane that he used, he carried himself with the air of a much younger man. Sue personally doubted that he needed the cane, it was probably a weapon of some sort.

She turns her attention to Russell who was standing at attention beside her. She could feel how tense he was, not that she could blame him. To say that Russell Fabray and Lawrence July didn't get along would be putting it mildly.

Lawrence stops in the middle of the hallway, and a mischievous smile crosses his face. "Hudson." His voice boomed down the hallway. "Try and remind my granddaughter that she has a grandfather who is getting up there in years."

Finn flushed and nodded, "Uh—yes sir," he said swallowing thickly, even with the smile on his face there was a steel in Lawrence's eyes that made him uncomfortable. The scar under his left eye wasn't helping how intimidated he felt either.

"Good lad—" Lawrence stops and looks around as if noticing that there were other people saluting him and he scowls. "Shouldn't you all be working? Or have you managed to solve all the world's problems?" He barked out, when no one moved. He picked up his cane and brought it down on the ground firmly, "Dismissed."

With that said Sue relaxes for a moment and turns to look at William, who was beaming with pride. "Don't think that the fact that Lawrence knows who Finn is, bodes well for him. He is overprotective of his granddaughter."

"Of course, it looks good, if Lawrence were to choose to mentor Finn—" William began before shaking his head. "Where is Quinn? It would be good for Lawrence to see them together," he mumbles to himself.

Sue ignored him and turned to Russell, "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know," Russell muttered back as Lawrence made his way towards them. "Nothing good ever comes when that man arrives."

Lawrence stops in front of Russell and pats him roughly on the shoulder, "Come along Russ, we need to have a little chat."

Russell made a face, but quickly masked it. "Of course, my office is this way," Russell said nodding towards Sue.

"Alone."

Sue frowned, "I'll be by the door," she said finally. Someone needed to make sure that the two men didn't kill each other.

Russell sighs but nods and heads back into his office. He doesn't take a seat, Lawrence enjoys reminding him of his place, usually it's taking his chair and adjusting it so it fit his height better.

This time however Lawrence paces around his spacious office picking up a few of his trophies and placing them down carelessly, or moving them around. It's almost childish, and certainly petty, but he knows that Russell can't say a word. "It's been eight months" he says finally picking up a bobble, still not looking at Russell. "Where is she?"

Russell looked away, "I have my best people—"

Lawrence brings his cane down, the loud bang stopping Russell from speaking, "Are you? Because we both know that the best person is Quinn. Did you tell her?"

"Quinn is—unaware, she doesn't even know she has a twin. I wasn't sure what the news would do to her and I didn't want her to lose the faith. To think that we can be corrupted—"

"We are men, of course we can be corrupted. You allowed your daughter to be taken away, and experimented on. You hid her from me, because you knew that I would never allow it, just to impress the others on the councils to further your own career. I made sure you never moved past being commander of this shithole." Lawrence dropped the bobble.

For nearly twenty years he'd been stuck in this dead-end job and he had known that Lawrence was responsible but Judy hadn't believed him, even though most others would kill to be in his potion he had stagnated, he should have had a seat on the council by now. "You son of a bitch—"

Lawrence ignored his outburst, "Cassandra will be arriving shortly to clean up your mess, you are to give her everything she needs. And once Charlotte is brought back, I will be taking her to live with me. I will also have Quinn transferred to the base closest to where I am positioned, so she can get to know her twin sister, and so she will no longer be held back by you." Lawrence said calmly.

"I'm protecting her—"

"I saw her medical reports, you're doing a smashing job of it. If she had died, you'd be somewhere cold and miserable right now." Lawrence voice was cold even though there was that same smile on his face.

"If you think that I'm going to let you take—" Russell's face went red with annoyance as Lawrence turned and began to leave the room. He hated that man. "Where are you going?"

"To find Lucy and have dinner with her perhaps take see Judy, ask her how much more of your presence she can take. I'll do an inspection before I head back. Do see to it that this place has a good clean, it's filthy and the uniforms are done in such a sloppy manner."

Lawrence watched with mild amusement as Quinn stabbed her salad, it wasn't quite the welcome he had been expecting but he had shown up at her apartment and had expected her to drop everything. He sighs dramatically and rests his head in his hand, "Lucy my dear loving grandchild, I should be scolding you for not coming to visit your dear old grandfather."

Quinn scowled, "I haven't gone by Lucy in years," she snapped at him. "It's Quinn." Something about that name just felt wrong to her.

Lawrence raised a brow, she'd never taken this tone with him before. But he brushes it aside he had raised two girls before. At least Quinn didn't see him as an authority figure, merely the doting grandfather. "I know that look, you've had the same one since you were a baby. Something is bothering you isn't it? Is it the case? I read your report—though I must say you should be on rest until you can return to the field. You don't need to do all this to advance, everyone knows how good you are."

Quinn scoffed, her father didn't seem to notice. "I was certain that they were using necromancy. I was certain of it, creating zombies or something."

"You're probably right, it does fit," Lawrence says with ease. "You just simply haven't found the right dealer yet, or perhaps you have. I'll take a few samples with me to see if we find anything. I see you've finally got a new partner, I looked at his file, he seems like he's been passed for promotion a few times. This entire base is a mess, the wrong people are being rewarded—"

"I—really is everyone in the family telling me that they hate Finn?"

"I don't hate him dear, I just think he's dumb as rocks, which I understand some women find attractive. I'm trying my hardest here, maybe you can train him—" Lawrence began gently. He had made a mistake with Judy by coming down hard on her. Though in his defense he had seen Russell as an opportunistic ass. He trailed off when Quinn began to laugh at this. He blinked and looked around noting that people were staring and he reaches over to gently pat her hand. "Quinn—"

"Fuck! I made such a big fucking deal over this. I just thought it was what was expected of me. How could I have been so fucking stupid."

Lawrence blinks, she was practically yelling now. "Quinn—dear, please calm down."

"I thought everyone approved of this relationship, I spent years since I was sixteen with him because I thought that's what everyone wanted. I helped him with cases, I helped him pass basic training, making him into the person that I thought people wanted me to be with." Quinn muttered running her hand through her hair, "Do you know how difficult it is to come up with believable excuses? How many excuses I made to not sleep with him? How does that moron still think that I like him?"

Lawrence stared mutely as he watched his granddaughter work through her issues loudly. "Quinn—"

"Rachel did say he thought I was cheating on him, so he's not as dumb as he looks. He really could be a good Templar if he learned to work without the goddamn training wheels." She rubs her head angrily, "All those years I could have been with Rachel—" her eyes widen and she remembers who she was with. Her grandfather was on the council. She immediately looks up at him. "I mean—"

"Rachel huh?" Lawrence says calmly. "Is there something you need to tell me Lucy?"

There was a sternness in his voice and Quinn slid into her chair, she felt like a child. There was no use lying about it, but that didn't mean it would be easy to say. "I—I'm—" she mumbles, before hiding her face in her hands. "I like women," she mutters into her hands. Her career was over, her grandfather was going to tell her mom who would mention it to her father and she would end her career without ever rising through the ranks.

"So, you're absolutely not marrying Finn?" Lawrence asks. "I mean the boy is nice and all—"

Quinn looked up at him, he didn't seem angry and he wasn't quoting bible verses at her. He seemed rather blasé about the whole affair. "No, I don't want to. I don't want to get married now it'll only hurt my career—did you not hear me? I like women grandpa. Aren't you shocked?"

"I raised your aunt Cassandra, I assure you that there is nothing you could tell me that would shock me. I'm certain that she's been with women as well, I'd be surprised if she hasn't. See this head of hair, note how white it is? I've been like this since I was forty, and it's all her fault." Lawrence cuts into his steak. "As for you liking women, I like women I see it as perfectly natural. I want you to be happy Quinn, that's all I've ever wanted for you and—" Lawrence looks away.

"And?" Quinn prompts.

"My children," Lawrence lies with ease. Now was not the time to let Quinn know about her twin, when they found her and she was safe, then he would let her know.

Quinn nodded, she knew her mom and her grandpa were borderline estranged. "You really don't care?" There was uncertainty there.

"No, I honestly don't Quinn. I can't say that everyone in the organization will have my reaction, but I don't and I'm not going to treat you any differently. Speaking of the organization, I've taken a look at your personnel file, you're stagnating. By this age your Aunt Cassandra had far surpassed you in a time when women were scoffed at. She of course made them eat their words, your father has held you back, and I'm worried about your growth. Unlike your aunt, you're not rough around the edges you very well could have a seat on the council in the future, you can make real changes in the Templars. Something that I've failed at, despite my efforts."

Quinn eyes widened at what her grandfather was telling her, she doubted her grandfather would simply let her pass through the ranks like that. It's enough to bring her out of her mood about Rachel, "Really? What do I need to do?"

"Make a request for transfer," Lawrence answered. "I suggest doing it after you're medically cleared. I suggest you ask your partner to do the same, there needs to be some changes."

She vaguely remembered Sam, and she nods, "He's been screwed over a bunch of times, I was hoping if we solved this case, I could nominate him for promotion. But we're not getting anywhere."

"Do you think he deserves to be promoted?"

"He's sharp, he's got decent enough intelligence, he hasn't hit his ceiling though." Quinn said immediately, watching as her grandfather scratched his chin.

"Okay, I'll have him promoted, I trust your judgement. Plus, it will piss off your father," Lawrence chuckled. "I'll do it during the inspection. As for your woman problem, let me help. You may not think it now since I'm your grandfather, but I was quite the ladies' man. And somehow, I convinced your grandmother to marry me. We've had our fights, but we were married for nearly fifty years. I assure you there were times when I was certain we were done but we managed to stick together."

Quinn hesitated before nodding and flashed him a smile, "Alright let me start at the beginning."