fbi and Columbian cartel
Special Agent Santana Lopez watched through the one way mirror as the infamous Brittany S. Pierce, a valuable asset to the LT Cartel located deep in Colombia, lounged in the steel chair with her hands resting at the back of her head and her feet up on the table. She rolled her eyes at the woman's leisurely attitude about being interrogated and looked back at her partner, "She talked?"
"Hell no." Mike chuckled, sipping on his mug of coffee, "She's a steel trap."
"Of course she is," She replied, staring at the blonde's every move. One of Santana's many specialties she picked up while on the force was her ability to read body language. She could tell if you were lying by just watching the way you blinked, she was that good. Also, it gave her the excuse to appreciate the blonde's beauty; golden-blonde hair slightly wavy from the humidity, smooth, toned legs that went on for days, eyes as blue as the Colombian sky-
"Your turn, Lopez." Sam grunted, slamming the door behind him as blue eyes connected with hers through the one way mirror. She watched thin pink lips curl into a flirty smile and if Santana didn't know any better, she'd think Brittany was looking right at her. "Yo, Lopez? You in there?"
"Yeah, I'm going." Santana shook her head from the staring contest and went for the door. She never let a criminal intimidate her before, she's certainly not going to start now.
"Well hello there, gorgeous." Brittany smirked, eyes sweeping up Santana's stature slowly before landing on deep brown irises, "I just love a woman in uniform."
"That's Special Agent Lopez to you." Santana replied stiffly, fighting the way Brittany's compliment made her palms sweat, as she scattered all of Brittany's records across the table, "And my eyes are up here."
The blonde's smirk grew at Santana's assertiveness, "Ooh, Special Agent..that's sexy."
"You want a smoke?" Santana asked, completely ignoring Brittany's suggestive behavior.
"No, smoking is bad for you." The blonde replied casually as she watched Santana pull out one for herself and hold it between her lips while she looked for a light.
"The woman who is apart of one of the most sophisticated drug trafficking organizations in the world thinks smoking is bad? That's ironic." Santana struck the match and moved the flame to her cigarette, but Brittany was quick to pinch the flame between her fingers and gently plucked the stick from Santana's lips then broke it in two.
"Nothing ironic about lung cancer, Special Agent Sexy."
"Special Agent Lopez." Santana replied, attempting to sound threatening but with Brittany's new closeness and how crystal clear blue eyes kept flickering down at her lips, it was a challenge.
"That's what I said." Brittany smirked as she sat down on the table separating them, brown eyes subtly taking in the flex of strong milky thighs, "So do you like your job, Miss Lopez?"
"Yes ma'am, I do." She answered firmly, "But we're not here to talk about me, we're here to talk about you."
"But I find you so..interesting." The blonde winked, "And we don't have much time to talk about anything anyway."
"Oh, I have you in my custody for a whole twelve hours. That's plenty of time for you to give me exactly what I want."
"And what might that be?" Brittany husked, her body leaning towards Santana's side of the table, as she licked her lips.
Santana's whole body ignited under the blonde's gaze, a dull ache forming right between her legs at Brittany's suave demeanor. She handled scumbags who thought they could smooth talk their way out of anything, but only just now found her resolve wavering at the presence of the blonde.
"What's wrong, gorgeous? Cat got your tongue?"
Santana finally shook herself from quickly forming inappropriate thoughts and let her eyes narrow hard on the girl, "For the last time, that is Special Agent-"
"Lopez." Brittany finished for her with a playful grin. Santana swallowed hard at the sound of Brittany saying her last name and briefly wondered how hot she'd sound saying her first before realizing she shouldn't be having those kind of thoughts in the first place! Brittany hopped off the table and took a seat in her chair and crossed her legs, "I like you, Special Agent Lopez. You seem like you work hard and I so wish I could test that theory, maybe right on this table or up against that wall over there, but maybe in a different life." Santana's face flushed deeply at the visual and hoped the guys on the other side of the one way mirror didn't catch that, though they probably did. "Anyway, I'll allow you to ask one question that I'll answer honestly before I've got to go."
"You can't go anywhere, Pierce, you're still in my custody. You can't leave this room until I say so."
"I may be in your room right now, but baby..you're in my house." Brittany replied smoothly, "I own this place, you're in my town, I leave when I want to."
Santana's brows furrowed in confusion at what Brittany meant and briefly considered checking back with her squad but she didn't want to think she was intimidated by the blonde.
"Hurry up, your question is about to expire."
"Expire? What do you mean?" Santana questioned, but Brittany just shook her head and sighed.
"What a waste of question; you could've asked me on a date, you could've asked if I'd bend you over the table, you could've asked if I'd let you top me! But no, you go with the obvious.."
Then the entire back wall of the interrogation room collapsed. Seriously, the whole thing just fell over like it was a game of Jenga. Santana leaped back from the rubble as other agents stormed the room while guerrilla fighters rushed over the fallen wall with their guns aimed.
Santana was still close enough to Brittany to try and subdue her, but gunshots were fired and fighters quickly came to the blonde's side. Santana wasn't a quitter and easily disarmed one then broke the other's nose with the gun she took.
"Now that was hot," Brittany smirked, still cool and calm despite the whirring bullets and shouting, "I could totally use you, you'd be the perfect body guard for me."
"Pierce, get back here! You are under arrest!" Santana yelled after her, grabbing hold of the blonde's arm and keeping her from moving.
Brittany smiled, loving Santana's honorable attempt, until a bullet zoomed past her cheek and hit the brunette right in the shoulder. Blue eyes grew and her heart broke at Santana's pained scream. She swiftly grabbed the gun from the brunette's hostler and aimed it in the direction from where it came: the guerrilla fighters. With two shots, the person who fired at Santana was dead on the ground.
"Fuck, fuck!" Santana chanted through gritted teeth, her starchy white button up staining red. Brittany could see agents coming for her and fighters closing in behind her and quickly acted on instinct.
"Nobody fucking move!" She yelled, her sexy sweet charm disappearing as she raised her gun at the agents while she kept a protective arm wrapped Santana. Everyone froze as the barrel moved from agent to agent.
"Brittany, don't shoot them." Santana said weakly, her body slumping heavy against Brittany's side, "They will kill you."
The blonde gritted her teeth as she beckoned for one of the fighters, Puck, to cover her, "No one follow me, you'll be dead in a second." Then Brittany dropped her gun, confident under Puck's protection, and lifted Santana. The brunette whimpered as Brittany adjusted her hold on her, careful not to bother her wound any further.
"Get in, take me to Holliday's" Brittany instructed a man waiting by the driver's side as she carried Santana to the caravan guarded by fighters, "Don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good."
"What are you doing.." Santana mumbled, vision a little blurry as Brittany laid her down gently and moved to rest Santana's head in her lap.
"I'm kidnapping you," Brittany smirked though blue eyes filled with worry as Santana paled, "That's what happens when you don't ask the right questions, Special Agent Sexy, you get kidnapped."
Santana just rolled her eyes at the nickname and smiled, "You just love getting yourself into trouble, huh?"
"Trouble's my middle name." Brittany teased and gently brushed the hair away from Santana's face, "You're going to be okay."
"Yeah, it's just a scratch." Santana tried to play off but groaned at a particularly rough bump the driver hit.
"Hey! Watch the bumps, we've got precious cargo back here!" Brittany scolded then turned worried eyes back on Santana.
"Hurts.." Santana mumbled, clenching her eyes closed at the pain.
Brittany didn't know what to do, there wasn't much that she could while stuck in the back of a caravan, so she moved on instinct again and pressed her lips to tanned skin. She kissed her forehead, the apples of her cheeks, her nose, her brows, her chin, her lips, where ever she could reach she kissed.
"We're here, Miss Pierce." The driver called behind him so Brittany quickly straightened up.
"I feel better already," Santana sighed weakly as the doors opened.
"That's what I like to hear." Brittany winked as she picked her up and careful maneuvered out of the van, "I was a little worried there for a sec."
"Mhmm..me too." Santana hummed as she looked up at Brittany, "You know you're still arrested right?"
"Babe, I think we're way past certain technicalities by now." She chuckled, "Besides, I killed a man for you so I think I should be let off the hook."
"Yeah, I don't think so." Santana smirked, "But I'll think about it."