Earlier that day...
"Damn B, I didn't know you were this out of shape." Santana smirks over her shoulder at her friend who is a few steps below her.
Santana wasn't conditioning anymore but she loved exercising. It's just a passion of hers but she doesn't always want to workout alone. Since Rachel and Quinn had gone to the mall Brittany decided to join Santana since she had some free time. Brittany gave up her internship but since Rachel is still going to NYADA, she decided she'd still go to M.I.T.
"Out of shape? I was just giving you a head start." Santana chuckles and sits on the empty bleacher, grabbing her and Brittany's water bottles for when the blonde finally reached the top. Brittany's pants slightly, wiping some sweat from her forehead with her forearm as she approaches Santana, who's holding the bottle out towards her.
"Thanks." Brittany breathes out before bringing the bottle to her lips. Santana nods as Brittany sits next to her, sweat beading above her brow.
"It's so hot. Why couldn't we have done this inside?" Santana looks to Brittany's flushed face as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes.
"The next part is inside." Brittany cracks an eye to look at her insane friend.
"Next part? There's more?" Santana nods with a giggle at Brittany's exhausted expression.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll take you for ice cream after we're finished." Brittany's eyes pop open as a smile begins to spread across her cheeks.
"With sprinkles?" She happily questions and Santana chuckles.
"Any toppings you want."
"Deal!" She squeals and Santana laughs before drinking more of her water.
The second part of the workout was to take place at Santana's house, so the girls made their way there completely unaware that someone had been following them. Once Santana parked her car in the driveway, the girls got out of the car but as they walked from the side of the house to the front door, they find a man waiting for them. One that wasn't just there a second a go.
"Who the hell are you?" Santana questions. The taller man grins at both girls but focuses his eyes on Santana.
"I'm looking for Santana Lopez." Something about this man doesn't feel right to Brittany. After surveying his ill fitted tan suit Santana speaks up again.
"Who's asking?" She questions. The older man's lips pull to the left slightly as he sets his hands on his hips, jutting his beer belly forward.
"I'm Detective Noel and I'd like to ask you some questions." He says, exposing the badge on his right hip for a split second. Santana is careful not to let her fear and shock show on her face while Brittany watches the scene with wide eyes.
"Whatever you're looking for, it ain't here so get the hell off my property." Santana rolls her eyes as the older man takes a step closer to the two.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Up to you but either way, you're coming with me." The man reaches behind him and holds out a pair of handcuffs.
"Am I being arrested?" Santana glares at the man who shrugs.
"What do you think?" He responds, matching her stare.
"San..." Brittany says quietly, gently grabbing Santana's arm. Detective Noel senses Brittany's trepidation ad smiles softly at her.
"Your friend here isn't in trouble as long as she cooperates. So, why don't we take a ride to the police station and have a little...chat." He says causally. Santana's jaw tightens as she glances at Brittany.
"Whatever...Call Q." Santana tells Brittany before walking towards the smirking man. Brittany watches as Santana is lead to an unmarked car at the end of the street while calling Quinn.
Quinn broke every traffic law possible to get to Santana. One small perk of living in a small town, is that there's only one police station meaning Santana can only be in one place. Rachel was admittedly afraid for her life in the passenger seat but she understood the urgency. She was sure their plan was foolproof so how was Santana in police custody. Rachel theorized it may have been something else Santana could have been involved in, seeing as she is a ticking bomb and could have assaulted someone. It would makes sense since the police didn't try to detain Brittany as well but there was no way to know just yet.
As soon as Quinn's car was in park, her feet were on the ground rushing into the building. Rachel had to turn the car off and close the door before she could follow Quinn inside. Once inside she made her way over to her friends concerned since Quinn looked like she was about to explode.
"What do you mean she isn't here?!" Quinn asks Brittany. Brittany had gotten there before the other girls courtesy of Santana's bike since the darker haired girl had taken her car keys with her. Brittany wasn't able to answer fast enough for Quinn so she storms over to the woman at the front desk a few feet from them.
"Santana Lopez. Where is she?" Quinn demands. The woman sighs softly, glancing to Brittany and Rachel before speaking.
"Like I told your-" Her words are cut off by the sound of Quinn's hand slamming against the wood surface separating them.
"Where. Is. She?" Quinn asks, deadly serious and all the girls here the auburn color haired woman gulp as she leans back in her chair to put as much space between her and Quinn as possible.
"We should stop her before she gets arrested too." Brittany says to which Rachel shakes her head violently.
"It would be wise to let the authorities handle this one." Brittany glances to her wide eyed girlfriend then back to Quinn. The noise must have alerted the Captain because he appears from a door behind the woman Quinn is currently intimidating.
"What's going on out here?" The portly man asks, glancing at Kelly who just started this job two days ago, and Quinn.
"Where the hell is my girlfriend?" It isn't everyday Quinn loses her temper. Honestly she's generally calm and collected on the outside but when Santana is at risk, things change. The older man quirks an eyebrow at the agitated young woman he soon recognizes from his history with her parents.
"Who are you looking for?" He questions in a much softer tone than before.
"Santana Lopez."
"Lopez?" The man rolls his eyes.
He's had a fair share of experiences with Santana in the past and he knows the name all to well. Santana use to do some pretty dumb stuff when she was younger and he'd always tried to keep her on the right path. She'd been doing well the last two years so he was surprised to be having this conversation.
"Santana isn't here. Trust me, I'd know if she were." He tells her and Quinn's jaw clenches. While Quinn is going back and forth with the officers, Brittany hears her phone chime. As she looks at the screen, confusion overcomes her.
Santana is starting to realize she made a mistake but she isn't sure how big of a mistake it is just yet. After getting into the car with Detective Noel, she soon realized he wasn't driving in the direction of the police station, but instead of drawing attention to that fact she decides to begin planning her escape.
"Why do I have to go to the station if we're just talking?" She questions, turning to face the window she slides her phone out of her pocket.
"Where else do you conduct questioning?" The detective responds.
"In my front yard." Santana says casually.
"Not happening. Why don't you just enjoy the ride?" Santana rolls her eyes as she sends Brittany her location.
"How long is this going to be? I need to let my abuela know if I'm going to be back late." The Detective glances at her uninterested expression then back to the road before him.
"I'll have you back before it's too late. Besides, I'm sure she won't be too worried. It's not like this is your first time in our custody, right?" Santana turns to glare at the man who smirks.
"I had to read your file. Let's see...we've got you for trespassing, petty theft, harassment, disorderly conduct. Should I go on?" Santana rolls her eyes as she turns her head back towards the window.
Yes, she has a history with justice system and the most she's gotten is a year of community service for her crimes. Captain Harris has a soft spot for her because she reminds him of his daughter and it's paid off for her. She's been arrested more times than she can count but one day she realized none of that would get her anywhere, along with Harris's lectures. Santana doesn't say much more until they've been driving for another 30 minutes.
"Okay, am I being sex trafficked or something? Because it's taking a long ass time to get there." She says. Santana has sent Brittany at least 4 locations and their still driving.
"We're almost there." The man says as he loosens his blue neck tie.
Rachel had made the executive decision to take the wheel, not wanting to risk anyone's lives today. Brittany had told Quinn about the texts from Santana but that only created another issue. Quinn was convinced Santana was being kidnapped but she couldn't convince Captain Harris of her theory. Honestly, he wanted to believe Quinn but there wasn't much he could do legally and so, he did nothing.
Brittany and Rachel were only able to get Quinn to leave the station after telling her they would follow the trail and bring Santana back themselves.
Elsewhere, Santana is more confused than before. They'd finally made it to their destination but there's nothing there. They're on the side of a country road surrounded by corn fields. Santana watches as the Detective gets out of the car and her heart begins to pound. The Detective walks over to the passenger side door and pulls on the door handle having no idea Santana had already locked him out. Sighing, the man unlocks the doors with the remote key and pulls the door open before Santana can lock it again.
"I changed my mind. Take me home." Santana says from her spot in the drivers seat of the car, having quickly crawled to the spot.
"Santana...I told you we could do this the hard way." He says calmly.
"Just take me home. Are you even a cop?" The man tilts his head back slightly, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Fine. I'll tell you the truth. Won't matter much anyway." He begins to make his way into the car, sitting in the seat previously occupied by Santana.
"I'm not a cop. I am however a federal agent and I work for...one our lesser known entities. Now, I know this looks creepy but I'm not going to hurt you. If you don't get out of the car willingly, I will be forced to remove you. So, are you going to cooperate?" He says, waiting patiently for Santana's response as he causally sets a gun in his lap. Santana lifts a single eyebrow.
"You're not going to kill me or you would've done it already. What do you want?" Santana asks.
"Information."
"About what?" Santana is unsettled by the wicked smile the man presents.
"About how you managed to rob a federal reserve with your friends. Honestly, I was impressed with how you guys handled it and you almost got away with it but I guess there was no real way for you to have known there was a second back up generator that happened to kick in right as you walked into the vault. It was definitely an oversight on their part to not have live cameras on the inside of the vault but that hallway..." He wiggles his figure with a humorous smile.
"That hallway gave us the perfect shot of your face. I was mildly disappointed that you were stupid enough to not wear a mask but when you cut the power, one could assume you don't need to conceal your identity." His cocky grin makes Santana's blood boil but she maintains her composure.
"So? How bout it? Am I dragging you out or are you walking?" Santana sighs softly. This was it. The end of the road. She'd been to jail countless times but never prison and that thought terrifies her but there isn't much she can do right now. With a roll of her eyes, Santana gets out of the car. The 'Detective' continues talking but she isn't listening as she follows him into the corn field but before she loses her cellular signal, she's sure to send one more location to Brittany.