*I have a feeling this chapter is going to make a lot of people upset so I apologize in advance but remember there is always a method to my madness... and with that Enjoy!*

The Fabray- Lopez residence has been anything but happy lately. Normally their apartment was the hit of the town. Everyone always ended up there. That was where all the parties and pre-going out bingers always happened. Nowadays, it is probably the most depressing place to be. Puck sent out a mass text to the glee gang to stay away for the time being since the girls did not want any company. The only people that have come and gone were Puck and Mercedes. Santana was absolutely sick of it. All she wanted was to lay in her bed all day but she was constantly being interrupted by one of them.

It's been 6 days since they were informed that Brett was missing. Santana really thought that they were going to hear something about the charred body that was found but nothing so far. Not knowing was making her incredibly antsy. Every time she hears a knock or the buzzer to the building, Santana thinks it is those officers coming back to tell her that Brett is dead. Even if she and Quinn order out, she knows it is the take out but in the back of her mind, she believes it is bad news. Her heart starts to race, her hands feel clammy and she feels like she is going to vomit. That feeling happens every knock, bell or ring of a phone.


Puck walked through the girl's apartment door. He stopped knocking after Santana freaked out at him a few days before. Puck had knocked before opening the door, as a way of letting the girls know that he was walking in. He was met with a very angry and hysterically crying Santana. She screamed at him in both Spanish and English. Puck wasn't 100% sure what she said but he did make out some phrases. "I thought you were the officers" and "My heart stopped". After that it took Puck 30 minutes to get her out of her room. It took even longer to get Santana to stop hyperventilating from sobbing so hard. After that Puck never buzzed the buzzer or knocked on the door. He even sent a text to the gang to tell them the same thing. He did not want to set Santana off again.

"Hey, where are they?" Puck asked Mercedes who was on the couch. "Quinn is taking a bath and Santana is in her room" she replied. "Have they eaten?" he asked. Mercedes sighed, "I got Quinn to eat some eggs but Santana would only take a banana. I didn't even see her eat it so I am not sure if she even ate it" Mercedes revealed. Puck groaned loudly. "Well I got Chinese food for Santana and sushi for Quinn so hopefully they will eat lunch" he said, placing the brown bags on the table. "You get me anything?" she asked. "Of course I did, I need to pay you for staying here while I work" Puck said laughing which made Mercedes laugh.

"We don't need a babysitter you know," Santana said as she came into view. "I know you don't" Puck replied quickly. Santana shot him one of her infamous glares, "oh really then why are you paying Mercedes with lunch for being here?" she asked. "It was just a joke, I had nothing better to do," Mercedes said. Santana scoffed, "please, one of you is always here. I know you are watching us. We are not going to break you know" she said. "We know that but" Mercedes started to say but Puck cut her off. "We do not know that," he said. Both Mercedes and Santana turned toward him, shocked. "Puck" Mercedes whispered.

"No Cedes, he obviously wants to say something. So say it" Santana said to him. "We have no idea what you are going to do. I know you love Brett and hearing that he is missing really broke you but you need to get the hell back up. You have a job and a baby to take care of. Brett's baby that is counting on you to help grow. I need to make sure that one of us is here to remind you to get up and eat god damn it. I basically had to force water down your throat the first few days. This is not okay Santana and you know that Brett would not want this." Puck said in a very stern voice. Santana did not let her face show just how shocked she was at Puck's outburst. Santana said nothing as she turned fast on her heels and went to her room. She made a point to slam her door extra loud.

"Really Puck?" Mercedes asked. Puck groaned, "I don't even know why I said that" he exclaimed. "I think she needed that" Quinn said, coming out of nowhere. "How much of that did you hear?" Puck asked. "The whole thing," she said, sitting down next to Mercedes. "Should I go and apologize?" he asked. "No, let her think about everything you said. What you said is very true but your delivery sucked" Quinn pointed out. "Maybe not, Santana always responded better to anger," Mercedes said. "I can't do anything about it now, it has already happened. Why don't we just eat and hopefully she will come out soon" Puck said.

They all agreed. Puck pulled out the plates and handed out the food. They ate and chit-chatted a bit. Quinn informed them all that she was going to go back to work the next day. She needed to do something to get her off of Brett. Quinn also informed them that it brings her some comfort knowing that not casualty officers will show up at her work. "I think it's a good thing, congrats Quinn" Mercedes said, patting her on the back. "I discussed it with Santana and I think she is going to go back sometime next week. I guess Sugar has really been holding down the fort well so Santana decided to take a few extra days" Quinn explained. "So she is going to be here alone?" Puck asked. "I think she will be okay, she needs some alone time" Mercedes pointed out. "Brett asked me to look out for her and make sure she is happy. I guess I am just taking it too seriously" Puck said sadly.

"We all know that you care about Santana. Even though she doesn't say it I know she knows it too. Maybe even appreciates it but she will never say it" Mercedes said. "I know she won't but I don't care, I won't just stop" Puck exclaimed. "No one wants you to stop, that is what I am saying. Santana just needs time to process everything. She will be grateful eventually" Mercedes explained. Puck just nodded, "Brett just needs to come home," he said. "He will," Quinn quickly said. "I can't even imagine how Santana will be if he does, especially if this is her when he is missing," Puck said. Mercedes just nodded, completely agreeing. "Stop it right now. Brett is going to come home. Then he and Santana are going to be together with their baby and that is that" Quinn said.

Before either could react, everyone heard Santana's bedroom door open. They all looked toward the hall way to see if she is going to come into the living room or go across to the bathroom. Santana walked out into the living room dressed in a black dress with black heels. Her baby bump clearly hidden with some spanks. "What are you doing?" Puck asked. "I am getting the hell up" She replied with an attitude. Puck instantly felt horrible and just looked down at his feet. Mercedes quickly stood up. "You know that is not what Puck meant. He is just looking out for you" she said. "I am a grown woman. I can look out for myself and my baby" Santana said, placing her hand over her abdomen. "Why don't you just get in some sweatpants and eat some lunch with us" Quinn said softly. "I need to go to work" She replied turning and starting to pack up her briefcase.

"I thought you said next week?" Quinn asked. "I was going to but clearly that isn't okay with Puck. So I am meeting Sugar down at the office to start getting ready for trial." San said. Puck didn't even try to stand up for himself. He just continued to look down at the ground. Quinn rubbed her boyfriend's back. She knew just now much Santana's digs were getting to him. He took a lot of pride in being there for his friends. He thought he was doing the best he could for her and hearing Santana blatantly push him away obviously hurt him. "Santana '' Mercedes said. "I'll talk to you guys later" She said, grabbing the briefcase and leaving the apartment.

"I fucked up" Puck mumbled. "You didn't know she was going to take your words literally," Quinn said trying to make him feel better. "I don't think this is a bad thing" Mercedes said. They both looked over at her. "Someone needed to tell Santana that she needed can't just sulk in her room all day. If it was Quinn or I, I think she would have freaked out. But since you said it, I think it made her take it to heart" she said. Puck groaned, "that doesn't make me feel any better" he admitted. "Let me text Sugar just to warn her that hurricane Santana might be showing up at the office," Quinn said, grabbing her phone. "Good idea" Mercedes mumbled.


Santana walked into the office with all the confidence in the world just like always. Santana always took pride in the way she looks and carries herself. Even though she feels as though she has the weight of the world on her shoulders, Santana will not let anyone see it. She placed her belongings in her office before walking back to the conference room and her and Sugar always take over when there is a trial approaching. Sugar sat up straighter once the Latina walked into the room. Santana sat down in the chair and immediately slipped her heels off. She swears that her feet are swelling.

"What do we have?" Santana asked looking up. Sugar looked terrified. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked again? "Umm Quinn texted me" Sugar said quietly. "What the hell did she say to you?" Santana said in a very sassy tone. "She just said that you were still feeling down and that I should let her know how you are doing" she replied. Santana groaned, "give me your phone" she said. Sugar immediately handed over her cell phone so she didn't get the wrath of her boss. Santana opened up the phone and pulled up the text messages between her best friend and her assistant. "Stay off my jock Q, I don't need a babysitter" Santana typed and sent quickly. Then she locked the phone and gave it back to her assistant. "Now let's get to work. We lost a week so we need to hustle" Santana said. The two quickly got to work, sorting through depositions and witness statements.

When the clock struck 5 pm Santana slumped back into her chair. "We have been at this for hours and I feel like we are no closer to getting this guy behind bars" San groaned. "Well we are going to trial in 3 months so we better get our shit together" Sugar replied. Santana looked over at her assistant and friend. Sugar has never talked like that to her but she couldn't help but laugh. Santana hasn't laughed this hard in so long. It was nice to let it out. Sugar looked at her strangely and then started laughing too. The girls both were laughing as hard as they could. Santana could feel the tears starting to stream down her face. It started off as those tears that happen when you laugh to real tears.

Sugar slowly stopped laughing but the Latina kept crying. Santana's laugh got softer and softer until there were only tears. Sugar got up and pulled Santana close. Santana doesn't know what came over her but she just pushed her head closer to Sugar's chest. Sugar wrapped her arms tight and just held her friend until the sobs lessened. Eventually they stopped but Santana just laid there. "I am sorry," San whispered. "Do not apologize," Sugar quickly replied. The Latina giggled and pulled back. Both girls settled back into their chairs and looked at each other. "How much do you know?" Santana asked.

"All Puck said was that Brett was missing in the middle east" Sugar replied. Santana nodded slowly before she spoke, "he was in a helicopter crash. They found a burned body but they don't know if it is Brett's body or the pilot's. So Brett is either dead or wandering around the middle east in enemy territory, most likely injured." Santana explained. Telling this to Sugar out loud in her own words brought some peace to her. During this whole thing it was always some else talking to her. Now she was doing the talking and it made her feel good.

Santana's phone rang loudly, she peered down and saw it was Puck. The last person she wanted to talk to, so she ignored it. Again, this name came across her screen. Except this time she hit the decline button so he knew that she didn't want to talk. Then the girls heard a different ring tone, it wasn't her phone but Sugar's. "Who is it?" Santana asked. "It's Puck" Sugar replied, showing San the caller's idea. Santana groaned and grabbed the phone.

Santana- "I ignored you for a reason. It means leave me the hell alone, not just call Sugar." (Santana went to hang up the phone but Puck's voice stopped her)

Puck- "Quinn got a call from Aaron. He heard from his connection at the pentagon about the body. The DNA is back"

Santana- "What were the results? Is the body Brett's?"

Puck- "No, it was the pilot's body"

Santana- (She released the breath she was holding) "So he is still out there"

Puck- "Yes but at least he isn't dead"

Santana- "what they are doing to him is probably worse than death"

Puck- (Sighed knowing that Santana was right especially since he also knew what Brett went through. Brett told him everything one night after a bad nightmare) "We can't think like that San"

Santana- "I know" (Whispers)

Puck- "Are you going back to the apartment tonight?"

Santana- "Where else would I go?"

Puck- "I was just making sure. Quinn is home and I don't want her to be alone you know"

Santana- "You aren't sleeping at the apartment?"

Puck- "Well someone this morning told me that they could take care of themself. And she was right.

Santana- "Puck"

Puck- "No San you were right. I think we need to get back into some normalcy to make this bearable. If you guys need anything call me and I'll be there in a second"

Santana- "I know you will"

Puck- "Goodnight San"

Santana- "Hey Puck"

Puck- "Yeah?"

Santana- "Thank you for calling me"

Puck- "Anytime"

Santana- "Goodnight"

Puck- "Night" (Hangs up)

"It wasn't Brett's body?" Sugar asked. "No" San said. Sugar smiled big, "That's great! That means he is alive and they are going to find him. He will be home before you know it" she said. "It's not that simple. He is missing Sugar. In the middle east where there are people that are dying to get their hands on an American. So they can torture them for information than just kill them like they don't have a family waiting for them at home" Santana said. "I am sorry I just" Sugar started to say but Santana raised her hand up. "I need your optimism so do not change your thinking because of me, please" Santana begged. Sugar smiled and pulled her into a hug even though Santana thought that one was already enough for the next year. "He is coming home. I need to see that sexy soldier again. He is such eye candy" Sugar said. Santana couldn't help but laugh. Puck was right, she needed to get back to work and she was glad she did.


It has been exactly 3 weeks since Santana found out that Brett was missing. It's been 2 weeks since she found out that Brett wasn't dead. Absolutely nothing has happened since. No calls, no visits, nothing. Aaron has tried to reach out to his contacts but it's like a stone wall was put up. Even the guy that gave us the information in the first place told Aaron to move on. How the hell could someone do that? Move on, how the hell was Santana or anyone supposed to just move on? What drove Santana crazy was that she was just supposed to keep living her life. The trial was getting closer and closer. No judge was going to care that her boyfriend was missing? Why would he, it doesn't affect him.

When Santana woke up she just felt complete dread. She had to be in court this morning to start the jury selection process. Normally it doesn't happen this quickly but since this was going to be such a high profile case, the judge wanted the jurors to be able to notify jobs that they would be on leave. Santana didn't really care, at least she could get this out of the way. That wasn't what was making her feel such dread. Something was coming over her like she knew it was going to be a bad day. Her stomach was on edge, and the baby was angry. Santana has never felt this much morning sickness before.

When she tried to eat toast, Santana took one bite and immediately vomited into the trash can. "Omg San, are you okay?" Quinn asked. She got up and rubbed the Latina's back. Santana spits some of the vomit that lingered in her mouth. "This fucking baby is trying to kill me," she said standing back up straight up again. "The baby isn't trying to kill you," Quinn said laughing. "He wants me to go back to bed," Santana said, also laughing. "Well his mommy needs to go to work so she can put murders behind bars," Quinn said. She walked up to Santana and placed her hand on her belly. "You hear that little one, leave your mom alone. Auntie Quinn doesn't want to hear her complaining later" Quinn added. Santana just shook her head as Quinn's phone rang. "You love me," Quinn said, sticking her tongue out.

Quinn answered the phone. "See, be nice to me today please. It's an important day" Santana whispered, rubbing her abdomen. "Hold on, I am going to put you on speaker. Santana is right here" Quinn said, signaling to Santana not to leave the kitchen. The two girls circled around the kitchen counter and Quinn placed the phone in the middle on speaker. "Okay, you are on speaker," Quinn said.

Mystery Man- "Hello, Ms. Lopez"

Santana- "This is she"

General Kennedy- "This is General Kennedy, I worked with Master Sergeant Pierce"

Santana- "Did you find him? Please tell me you found Brett" (Santana reached over and grabbed Quinn's hand)

General Kennedy- "I am sorry but that is not why I am calling. I wanted to personally inform both of you that the rest of Brett's platoon is coming home. We have seized any further searches for him"

Quinn- "Are you sending a different group to look for him?"

General Kennedy- "I don't think you are understanding me. The United States Marine Corp has officially declared Master Sergeant Brett Pierce deceased."

Santana- "Did you find a body?"

General Kennedy- "No but there is no way that someone could live that long in those conditions"

Santana- "He could have hidden out in the compound. Did you even check there? Those brothers could have gotten him, you know the men he was after"

General Kennedy- (The girls could hear him gasp) "I don't know where you heard that but you ladies do not understand anything.

(Santana and Quinn both look at each other shocked. This man went from sincere to asshole in about 2 seconds)

General Kennedy- "I am sorry about your loss. The casualty assistance program will be in contact with you about burial, even though there will not be a body. Have a good day" (hangs up abruptly)

"Something is seriously wrong here," Santana said. Quinn nodded quickly, "That guy is hiding something. And I don't think he wants Brett found" she revealed. Santana didn't want to think about that but Quinn was right. "You don't think this man is going to just leave Brett out there do you?" San asked. "I don't want to think that but a part of me does. Aaron doesn't like this man at all" Quinn explained. "Why?" Santana asked. "I guess this General has always hated Brett. Aaron even said at one point that he wasn't shocked that Brett would be placed in these life and death predicaments because it was this man who was calling the shots." she pointed out. "So this General who hates him is calling all the shots on whether Brett gets found," Santana said, trying to think things through out loud.

"Oh god. We need to call Aaron. He is the only person that I can think of to help" Quinn said. Santana nodded, "let me go change" she added. Quinn stopped her. "It is already 7:30, go to court and meet me after," She said. "How am I supposed to just go to work when they just declared Brett dead and he might not even be" Santana said, a tear escaping and rolled down her cheek. "I know you, San. You have always been able to separate work and pleasure. Go kick ass and then let Sugar handle the rest of the day, okay?" Quinn asked. Santana nodded, "I will go try to figure this out that way hopefully we will have some answers by the time you are done" Quinn added, wiping the tears away. Santana nodded.

She left the kitchen to finish getting ready for work. The last thing she heard was Quinn calling Puck saying that they had a situation and to meet her.


Santana walked into the courthouse in her black pencil skirt and white top with a fitted blazer. She loved to add pops of color when she was working like a bright blazer, lip, or heel. But when she was in court, Santana kept everything nude. You do not want to take away from your argument by wearing something that catches people's eye. That is what her mentor told her when she showed up in a red blazer suit. It always stuck with Santana and she said it to herself every morning she got dressed for court.

Santana walked down the courtroom aisle to her table at the front. Sugar was already there setting everything up. At the other table were Damon Johnson and his assistant doing the same thing. Santana looked over the table and everything was exactly how she would have organized it, she really did teach her well. "Good morning Ms. Lopez," Damon said. Santana turned around to see the smirk on his face. "Good morning Damon, how are you?" she asked. "I would be better if my client was getting the help he needs at home," Damon said. Santana chuckled, "well we wouldn't want a dangerous man out there running around would we?" she said.

Damon rolled his eyes "let's just make this quick. I have lunch plans" he said as he walked back to his table. "Such an important thing" Santana muttered and walked back to her table.

When the judge walked in, everyone stood. "You may be seated," Judge Choi said as he took a seat himself. "Now we are here for the Voir Dire which is the jury selection process. We have already narrowed the pool down to 25 potential jurors based on your pre-questioning and the survey that was filled out. We will be choosing 12 jurors to sit trial with 3 alternates. To decide who the 15 will be, the attorneys for both sites will be asking you questions. I want to remind everyone that this is still a court of law. Which means you must only tell the truth. Any questions?" Judge Choi said. None of the jurors said anything so he moved forward. "Juror number 4 please step forward". A young woman who was dressed nicely took a seat in the chair.

The defense always starts so Damon stepped forward. "Have you or anyone in your family served in the military?" he asked. The woman nodded, "My grandfather served," she replied. Damon looked toward the judge, "I request Juror number 4 to be released" he said. Santana stood up, "Your honor, he can't release everyone who has military ties. I bet the majority of the group has them" Santana said. "I can release whoever I want and I am choosing to release this juror" Damon replied. "Juror number 4 you are released. Just remember Mr. Johnson, the more people you choose to release this early, means you will be stuck with people you may not like later on" Judge Choi said. "I understand," Damon replied.

"Juror number 10 please come forward," Judge Choi said. A well dressed young millennial man stepped forward and took a seat. "Have you or anyone in your family served in the military?" Damon asked. "I don't really know, maybe in like the civil war," the man responded. Damon smiled, "Do you believe that mental illness is an appropriate plea for defendants?" Damon asked. The man nodded enthusiastically, "Mental illness is a real thing and should be looked at closely." Juror number 10 responded. "Your honor, I request that Juror number 10 be selected," Damon said.

Santana got up knowing that since Damon wants him, it means she can ask him questions. "Sir, Do you believe that mental health is a justification for murder?" Santana asked. The juror thought for a second, "That is an interesting question. If someone committed the murder because of their illness I would say yes. Mental illness means not guilty in my mind" He said. "I move to release this juror on the fact he cannot be unbiased in this case," Santana said. "Your honor" Damon said standing up. "Juror number 10 you are dismissed, Juror 65 please come take a seat. I want to move this along" He said. "You might make your lunch plans" Santana whispered on her way back to her table.

"Have you or anyone you know been charged with murder?" Damon asked. "No" the juror replied. "Would you tend to believe or disbelieve the testimony of a law enforcement officer more than the testimony of any other witness?" Damon asked. "Disbelieve, I look for more physical evidence" The juror responded. "Your honor, I request that Juror number 65 be selected". Mr. Johnson said.

"Juror 65, One or more of the witnesses, in this case, may be qualified to offer expert opinions in the area of ballistics, DNA, and military life. Would you tend to accept or reject any part of the testimony of that witness because of the witness's area of expertise?" Santana asked. She knew that a good portion of her evidence came from expert witnesses. She had military witnesses that knew about the moves that Brett pointed out to her. They are the same men that are going to testify that Mr. Westwood was kicked out of the military for not being able to properly perform the maneuver. Santana knew that it is crucial to have someone on the jury that will also believe what the exports have to say.

"Yes, I would accept evidence from an expert witness," Juror number 65 said. Santana smiled, "The evidence, in this case, may include images of corpses. Do you have strong feelings about viewing those images?" San asked. "I don't think anyone wants to see them but I guess if they are necessary then I wouldn't mind seeing them" he answered. "Your honor, I request that Juror number 65 also be selected" Santana said. "Congratulations, Juror number 65 you may sit in the box," Judge Choi said. The juror made this way to the box while another juror sat in the chair.

"Would you hold it against a defendant if he chooses not to testify or present any evidence?" Damon asked. "No, doesn't bother me," Juror number 45 said. "Have you or a close friend or relative suffered from, or been diagnosed or treated for, a mental illness or disability, including schizophrenia or PTSD?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Yes, A friend of mine was treated for PTSD from her father." Juror number 15 answered. "Do you or anyone in your family have a connection with the military?" Damon asked. "No" the juror answered "Your honor, I request that Juror number 25 be selected," Damon said. He knew that this would be the perfect person to support his insanity plea.

"Would you tend to believe or disbelieve the testimony of a witness called by the defense more than the testimony of a prosecution witness?" Santana asked. "I feel like prosecutions sometimes lie in order to get their win. So I tend to believe in defenses more." Santana nodded and jumped into another question, "Are you, or a close friend or relative, familiar with the Westwoods through any family, social, business, or any other contact?" she asked. "I am not sure if I am?" The man said. "What do you mean?" Santana asked. "My ex-wife went to New York School of Interior Design and used to sit on the board with Susan Westwood. They were not friends but they knew each other" The juror answered. The defendant's mother, "I move to release this juror on the fact that his family has a connection with the defendant's family" Santana said.

Damon stood up quickly, "Objection, they knew each other. This is New York City Santana, everyone knows the Westwoods" Damon said. "It is ADA Lopez and second of all, they have a direct connection to each other, that could make him Bias," Santana said. "Juror 25 just said it was his ex-wife that has the connection, not him which makes no connection" Damon said with a grin. "Ex-wife is a connection in my book" Santana snapped back. "Order!" Judge Choi said, hitting the gavel.

Damon came around his table so they were both standing in front of the judge. "Your honor, he probably doesn't even like his ex-wife so it isn't a problem," Damon said. Santana scoffed, "you're reaching," she said. "Why is it that you two always bicker?" Judge Choi mumbled. "ADA Lopez, is there any other reason you would want to release this juror because the ex-wife is not a connection in my book?" Judge Choi asked. "Well Juror 25 also said the prosecution tends to lie," Santana replied quickly. "Well they do," Damon said louder than he meant to. "Wow very professional," Santana said, turning to him.

"Order in my courtroom. One more snarky comment from either of you and I will hold you both in contempt of court. As for the" Judge Choi began to say but a sound from Santana's mouth stopped him. "Oww" Santana yelled out hunching over a bit. "I didn't touch her" Damon immediately said, stepping back from her. "ADA Lopez, do you need a recess?" He asked. "No sir" Santana was able to muster out despite the shooting pain. "As I was saying. I agree with ADA Lopez. Juror number 25 has been" Judge Choi said but was cut off again.

"Santana" Sugar said getting up. Everyone including Santana looked over at Sugar. "Ms. Lopez control your assistant," Judge Choi said. Santana was clenching her abdomen, "Ms. Moto not now" Santana said just barely above a whisper. "Santana you're bleeding," Sugar said pointing down. Santana looked down but didn't see anything. "Santana you have blood running down your legs," Damon said in a voice that Santana swore sounded like he cared. Santana looked at the inside of her legs and saw the blood. "OWWW" Santana yelled, grabbing her stomach. More blood came flooding out and started forming a pool at her feet.

"Santana!" Sugar yelled running over to her. "Get on the ground, we need some help!" Damon yelled out. Sugar and Damon helped lower the Latina to the ground. "Balif, get the potential jurors out of here" Judge Choi yelled. Santana could hear the SVU detectives that were in the courtroom calling for a bus. Santana had her arms wrapped around her abdomen as she was crying. "Please please" Santana started begging. She had no idea who she was pleading too but Santana continued to plead. "We are getting help San," Sugar said. "Call Quinn please, call Quinn" Santana whispered. "I will but let's get you on the stretcher first," Sugar said.

Santana saw the paramedics burst through the doors and settle to her side. Her mind was racing, she wasn't listening to anything anyone had to say. "Her name is Santana Lopez, she is 26 years old," Sugar said, most likely answering a question that Santana didn't hear. "You need to save it" Santana managed to get out as they placed her on the back board. "Don't worry honey we will get you to the hospital to be evaluated" The EMT said. Damon rubbed Sugar's back as she watched on with tears in her eyes.

"Sugar, Sugar" Santana yelled out. Sugar pushed herself forward to grab the Latina's hand. "I am right here San, I texted Quinn to meet us at the hospital. Everything is going to be okay" Sugar said with her classic optimism. "Sugar, I am 13 weeks pregnant," Santana said. It was like everything stopped around her. "Inform the ER that the patient is 13 weeks pregnant," the EMT said while the other one went on his radio. Santana squeezed her hand, "they need to save this baby, tell them! Sugar, tell them. Please, it could be my only thing left of him please Sugar" Santana pleaded. "We need to go," the EMT said. "You need to save the baby," Sugar said as they put an oxygen mask over the Latina's mouth.

"Let them get to her the hospital, I'll give you a ride," Damon said to Sugar. "I am right behind you San" Sugar yelled as they pushed her out the door.

Damon and Sugar raced to their car. Sugar tried calling Quinn 3 times but she didn't answer. So she hit Puck's name who answered pretty quickly.

Sugar- "You and Quinn need to get to the hospital"

Puck- "Woah, I can barely understand you. What happened?"

Sugar- "Santana, there was blood. Omg Puck" (Crying)

Puck- "What happened to Santana?"

(Damon grabbed the phone because there is no way anyone could understand Sugar right now)

Puck- "SUGAR, Answer me!"

Damon- "Hi sorry, this is Damon. I am another lawyer who was there. I am giving Sugar a ride to the hospital."

Puck- "What happened to Santana?"

Damon- "I don't know. We were in the courtroom and everything was fine. Then all of a sudden Santana started yelling and blood started spreading down her legs. We are on our way to New York-Presbyterian hospital"

Puck- "Santana's pregnant, do they know that?"

Damon- "Yes, Santana said that. The EMTs know"

Puck- "Thank you so much, tell Sugar we will be there as soon as possible" (Hangs up)

Puck, Quinn, and Mercedes ran into the emergency room entrance. "Woah Woah, may I help you?" The woman at the front desk said. "We are looking for Santana Lopez, she was just brought in through ambulance," Quinn said. The woman looked down at her computer and started typing. "Yes, Ms. Lopez is being evaluated. You can take a seat over there with the other people who came in with her," she said. "No, I need to be with her, she is my best friend," Quinn cried. "The doctors will be out shortly, your friend is in good hands. I will personally let them know you are here okay?" The woman said sincerely.

Puck guided the girls over to where Sugar was sitting. "Where is Damon?" Puck asked. "He went back to the courthouse to sort out what is happening with the trial so I could stay here with San" She explained. "What happened?" Mercedes asked. "I didn't know she was pregnant. I would have made her eat more or take breaks. Why didn't she tell me?" Sugar asked. "It doesn't matter now" Puck said sadly. "Did she fall or get hit?" Quinn asked. "No, we were just in the courtroom doing the jury selection. It was a bit heated and there was yelling. Then she just yelled out in pain. Santana ignored it but then I saw blood running down her legs. The pain I guess got worse and she was crying. It happened all so fast. Cops in the courtroom called the ambulance which was on the premises. That was when Santana told me she was 13 weeks pregnant" Sugar explained.

"I shouldn't have let her go to work today, especially after this morning," Quinn said. "You didn't know this was going to happen" Puck quickly said, rubbing her back. "What happened this morning?" Sugar asked. Mercedes sighed, "They declared Brett dead this morning and informed Quinn and San that they were pulling his platoon out" Mercedes explained. "Omg," Sugar said. "He might be alive, we are still trying to figure everything out." Puck said.

"Are you guys the family for Santana Lopez?" A man in a white coat said. "Yes," everyone said in unison. "Is one of you Lucy Fabray?" he asked, looking at a paper. "That is me," Quinn said as everyone stood up. "My name is Dr. Lizaro and I am a gynecological surgeon. Ms. Lopez has made you her health care proxy. So there are some decisions that need to be made" Dr. Lizaro explained. "I thought healthcare proxy only comes into effect when the person cannot make decisions," Mercedes said. "That is correct. Ms. Lopez is currently unconscious due to blood loss" He explained. "No no no" Quinn cried. "Is the baby okay? Are you going to give her blood?" Puck asked. "Unfortunately there was no fetal heartbeat upon arrival. We believe that Santana had an incomplete miscarriage. We need to bring her into surgery to perform a dilation and curettage to completely clean out her uterus. That way she doesn't lose any more blood" Dr. Lizaro explained.

Quinn cried into Puck's chest while Sugar and Mercedes held each other. "I need your permission," the doctor said, holding out the paperwork. "They need to get her into surgery, you need to sign it Q," Puck said. Quinn managed to lift her head and sign the papers. "Please Dr. Lizaro, you need to save her," she begged. "We are going to do everything in our power to help your friend. I'll call you when we are done" he said before leaving them there.

"Santana isn't going to be able to handle this" Quinn mumbled taking a seat. Nobody knew what to say. Everyone was just in pure shock. They all just sat there, crying and holding each other.


"A friend of mine saw my daughter's name on the OR board. Why didn't any of you call me?" Carlos Lopez said as he walked up to the group. "Why would we tell you?" Mercedes asked. "That is my daughter," Carlos said angrily. "If you saw her name on the OR board then you must have seen what she was getting done. Which is precisely why we didn't tell you" Puck snapped back. "Yes, a dilation and curettage. She took my proposition to heart then" Dr. Lopez said. Quinn couldn't take it anymore. She popped up and got very close to Santana's father. "You fucking asshole," Quinn yelled. Puck came up and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her back. "Santana had a miscarriage you fucking prick. Your daughter just lost her baby and you look happy about it," she screamed. "I didn't want my daughter to have that man's baby so I am not entirely upset but I still do not want my daughter having to have surgery" he explained. "You are lucky that Brett isn't here because he would definitely punch you in the face," Mercedes said. Puck was able to calm Quinn down enough to let go of her. "Get the fuck out of here, you don't deserve to know anything about Santana," Quinn said. Carlos scoffed, "I can get my answers just like I got her medical record. Why don't you tell Santana now that the spawn is dead, she will be written back into the will" Mr. Lopez said.

Quinn doesn't know what came over her but she steps forward and slapped him. Quinn slapped Mr. Lopez as hard as she could that it echoed in the waiting room. If the look on Carlos Lopez's face could kill then Quinn would be dead. He covered the mark on his face with his own hand. "You are a lawyer, I could have you arrested" He threatened. "Do it. I would love to tell open court how you treat your daughter and I bet Santana would back me up" Quinn fought back. Carlos took a breath and Quinn thought he was going to say something but to her surprise he didn't. Carlos Lopez just stepped back and left the group in the waiting room.

"Damn Q, I am so glad you hit him because I really wanted to but he would have definitely had me arrested" Puck exclaimed. Dr. Lizaro stepped forward, "I do not condone violence but I heard what he said and I am so glad you hit him," he said. Right when Quinn saw him, her fear of hitting Mr. Lopez was gone. She didn't care, Santana always took precedent. "How is Santana?" Quinn asked. "Your friend is okay. We had to give her 2 units of blood. The placenta and part of the fetus were stuck inside of her uterus. We were able to clean it out and save the uterus. She is currently waking up. I was hoping maybe 2 of you could accompany me back there to inform her of the news." He asked.

Quinn looked over to Mercedes, this was a girl conversation no doubt about it. The girls walked hand in hand following the doctor through the halls of the hospital. They recognized the doctor standing outside of her room. "Girls, she is going to need you to lean on" Dr. Garcia, Santana's OBGYN and PCP said. "What happened?" Quinn asked. "We don't know but we are sending the placenta and fetus to pathology to see if anything comes back. Hopefully, we can prevent this further if Santana and Brett were to get pregnant again" Dr. Garcia explained. Quinn winced at the mention of her brother while Mercedes squeezed her hand.

"Go see her," Dr. Garcia said motioning for us to go in. We walked in. Santana was laying there with oxygen going into her nose. There were monitors displaying numbers that Quinn and Mercedes didn't understand. "Santana" Quinn whispered. The Latina slowly opened her eyes when she heard her friend's voice. You see she could hear people talking around her but she didn't want to wake up because waking up meant facing reality.

Quinn ran forward and grabbed her hand. Mercedes grabbed her other hand. "I am in the hospital" Santana whispered. "You are San," Quinn said. "You are going to be okay though," Mercedes added. "My baby?" Santana asked. "Santana," the doctor said, grabbing her attention. Both Quinn and Mercedes were happy they didn't need to tell her.

"My name is Dr. Lizaro and I performed your surgery" he explained. "Is my baby okay?" Santana asked again. "I am sorry Santana but you had a miscarriage. There was no fetal heartbeat when you arrived at the ER so there wasn't anything we could do" He said. "No. My baby has to be okay. I never got to tell Brett please" Santana pleaded as the tears cascaded down her face. "I am sorry" the doctor repeated. "Brett might be dead and now our baby is dead. It's my fault. I didn't eat enough" Santana cried. "Santana sweetheart," Dr. Garcia said, "People have miscarriages all the time. This is not your fault," she said. "HOW DO YOU KNOW" Santana yelled. Everyone went silent. "THAT IS RIGHT YOU DO NOT KNOW. I could have killed my baby. If Brett comes home he is never going to forgive me. And if he doesn't then I just killed the last thing that connected us" Santana choked out.

"Look at me," Mercedes said. Santana turned to her. Mercedes barely recognized her friend behind all the tubes and tears. "You did not kill the baby. We are going to find out what is going on with Brett. Aaron is already down at one of his connection's offices to demand answers. He is trying to get in touch with the General as we speak" Mercedes explained. "He is?" San asked, sadly. "Yes San, we are going to find Brett. I promise" Quinn said. Santana reached her hand up to cradle the bump that was still there. "I still have a little bump," Santana said. "It takes up to six weeks for the uterus to return to normal size" Dr. Lizaro explained.

"I lost my baby," Santana whispered. "I know sweety" Mercedes whispered back. "We need to find Brett," She said. "We will San, we will," Quinn whispered, letting her head fall on her friend's shoulder. They both just held her close.


"Somehow his girlfriend or sister, I don't know who was talking, knew about the compound and the brothers. I want to know how the hell they know" General Kennedy said, slamming his fists on the table. "Sir I think you should also know that Aaron Walker showed up at your office at the trade center demanding answers. Security had to escort him out" the young officer who was the General's assistant said. "It was him that found out about the helicopter crash right?" General Kennedy asked. The officer nodded. "We fired the man at the Pentagon that gave him the crash file" he explained.

"We need to come up with a plan B since A was ruined. I was just going to tell them that it was Brett's body that was found but now we can't" The General groaned. "So they don't know where Brett is now?" His assistant asked. "No, and if you want to keep your job then you better keep it that way. The only person that would know where we are keeping Master Sergeant Pierce is me and you. Do you understand me?" The General asked. The man nodded, "I will talk to the others to make sure no one talks," General Kennedy's assistant said. "Good. I will talk to Aaron Walker and get him off our backs. If anyone finds out what we did, it could be catastrophic." General Kennedy explained. His assistant nodded and walked out quickly. "How is Brett Pierce still being a problem" he groaned, grabbing his cell phone.

*I am taking a little break till after New Year's. I really want to focus on the holiday for the time being. Don't worry I am going to still be writing during this break but nothing will be posted till after New Year's. I want to say Merry Snixxmas! (If you are a glee fan or a Naya fan you know). Please consider donating to the gofundme that honors Naya and benefits the Alexandria House, I already donated!

*Also, I want to announce that I have also started writing a second story! So a lot is going to come in 2022. Everyone stay safe! I'll see you next year!*

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