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The weather was temperate but it wasn't as cold as the last time she had been here. Her last memory of this place had been a freezing cold morning she'd been forced into when she'd rather have stayed back at the house with her girlfriend. Thinking about it temperate was a good way to put it. The weather wasn't as harsh as it had been the first time but it had deeper meaning to the emotional value behind this visit. Last time she'd been weighed down by heavy thoughts and emotions and fears but now as the car came to a stop in front of a familiar blue garage with a clear '4' painted on it things were definitely much more different. She'd been alone last time, now she had someone with her – someone she never thought would ever look at her in the same way again.

Turning to her left that someone smiled right back at her as she put her car in park. "Hey"

Santana couldn't help but smile and leant over the center console, pressing a quick kiss to Brittany's waiting lips. "Hey" She whispered back before moving to sit back in her seat properly once again. "So," She started, taking in the garage in front of them. "Why did you insist on bringing me here?"

Brittany looked out the wind-shield to the door as she removed her keys from the ignition and then over at Santana. "Because there's something in there that I want to give you."

Not giving Santana any chance to reply she was already getting out of her RX8, closing the door and pocketing the keys. Santana followed her lead and got out too, closing the passenger side door and walking over to where the other woman was fishing another set of keys from her back pocket. One with a blue tag attached to it. She had an idea of what Brittany was doing but she didn't want to voice it. Then it would become all too real. Instead she sent her a nervous smile and buried her hands deep within her jeans pockets.

Brittany saw the nerves bubbling just under the surface and stopped what she was doing, turning to Santana fully and smiling as she placed a steadying hand on the Latina's jacket-clad shoulder. "It's ok San, I'm not gonna kill you."

Seeing Brittany's goofy smile Santana couldn't help but feel herself relax, letting out a chuckle at the other woman's comment. She nodded as she took a deep breath, Brittany satisfied enough to turn back to what she was doing. Santana watched as the blonde lent down, sliding the key into the padlock at the bottom of the door and tugging upwards on it. Just like Brittany had about a month before her breath caught in her throat as the sight of her old car hit her all at once. She hadn't seen it in four months and she was sure that day she had locked it up here in this garage would be the very last time she ever saw it. Yet again Brittany had proven her wrong.

She was broken free from her car-induced haze by the tug on her arm. Looking down she saw Brittany's long slender fingers wrapped around her bicep, pulling her into the garage. "I was given the key to this place, as you already know, and I read your letter."

Coming to a stop in the empty space next to the Supra Santana watched as Brittany looked at the car before turning fully to her. "I know, I had to leave you something."

"And you did," She smiled, cupping Santana's face and using her thumb to rub back and forth over a tan cheek. "And I want to tell you the truth."

"You do? You're not gonna hit me again are you?"

Brittany chuckled but she knew that Santana was serious. She couldn't understand why the Latina was so nervous. "Don't worry" She reassured. "I'm not going to hit you. I'm not going to leave you either. When I said I loved you I meant it Santana. This is just one thing I knew I needed to do the moment I realised it."

"You did?"

Brittany nodded. "Yes. Up until now I didn't know what to do with this car. Shelby gave me the choice to do what I wanted with it and when I came here on my own I came with the intention of walking away with a clear answer but I didn't. Instead I left with more questions than answers and as we're telling the truth I want to tell you that your letter hurt. It made my heart hurt but it didn't hurt for the reasons why I thought it did. I've come to realise that I missed you. This car represented something I didn't understand until yesterday – something I didn't understand until I heard everything that happened the day you got shot and I'm sorry for that Santana. Now that I know what happened and now that I know I love you I know what to do with this car."

Brittany then pulled away and walked over to it, picking up something off of the hood. Turning back to Santana she held up the keys that were adorned by a small blue Nos bottle key-chain. With her free hand Brittany reached out and took Santana's into it, pulling it to her hoodie-clad chest and resting it over her heart.

"Back when I came here I knew that my heart hadn't healed enough to make the decision I knew I needed to make. I left not knowing what to do and I had hope that at least one day I would be able to come back here with the strength I needed to make that decision. I didn't expect it to happen so soon but today is that day. I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life, other than last night that is. I love you Santana and I forgive you."

And with that she handed the keys to the Latina, Santana lost for words as she held them for the first time in months. "B-Britt, I don't know what to say..." She said, looking up from them to the blonde with watery eyes.

Brittany only smiled, reaching her hand up to wipe away a stray tear from Santana's cheek. "You don't have to say anything baby, just take the keys and drive."

This time Santana felt a wave of strength hit her all at once as she looked directly into Brittany's eyes. A smile crossed her lips and before Brittany knew what was happening she was being pulled into a kiss. She soon relaxed and it wasn't long before her arms were wrapping around Santana's neck, letting the other woman pull her in close by the waist. Their lips slowly moved together as they remained flush against one another, neither willing to pull away just yet. It felt too good. When they did, due to the lack of air, Santana smiled as she continued to look directly at Brittany.

"Thank you"

The sincerity in her voice was enough to make Brittany tear up. She knew it was much more than thanking her for returning her car, it was partly due to the fact that she'd forgiven her. She didn't need Santana to tell her that out loud to know that's what she meant. Instead she sniffled and let her forehead rest against the Latina's.

"No problem."

There was a beat of silence that lasted a few moments before Santana spoke once again, looking at Brittany who now had her eyes closed. "I want to ask you something."

At the statement Brittany's eyes fluttered open. "Yeah?"

There was another moment of silence as Santana gathered up her courage and when Brittany felt the grip on her waist tighten she knew it was something serious. "Britt...I want to be with you again."

Brittany frowned, not quite sure she was hearing what had just fell from Santana's lips. "What?"

"I love you Brittany S. Pierce, I think you know that by now, but after last night and after we became whatever it is we are it made me think."

"Oh? What?"

"I don't want to keep going on like this. I've enjoyed not having labels, just being free, but you telling me you love me, I can't keep it in any more. I want to be with you Brittany. I want to be your girlfriend...if that's what you want that is?"

A wide grin broke out on Brittany's face and before Santana knew it she was being pulled into a heated kiss. She was unable to resist and when they did finally part, their lips just a breath apart, Brittany whispered the one thing Santana never thought she'd ever hear again.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Santana pulled back a little in shock, taking in Brittany's face. "Really?"

The blonde let out a breathless chuckle and pulled her back close. "Yes" And yet again another kiss was being placed upon her lips.

"Wait. Are you sure?" Santana asked, pulling away from Brittany's eager lips.

The blonde rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Santana, yes! I'm sure! Now just shut up and kiss me!" She demanded, grabbing hold of her jacket and pulling her in for another kiss.

This time Santana didn't resist and let herself fall into it, happy to finally know what she had with Brittany. She now had something to call her and as much as she had loved the freedom of their open relationship the verbal confirmation that they were finally back together after so long and so much heartbreak sent her over the edge. Last night had been amazing, finally connecting with Brittany intimately once again, but this only sent everything into overdrive. Her hands clenching at Brittany's waist she pushed her backwards until her back connected with the Supra, Santana swallowing the delicious moan that erupted from Brittany's lips as if it was the most delectable thing she'd ever tasted. She felt said woman smile against her lips as arms came up to wrap around her neck, pushing herself forwards until their bodies were fully flush together.

Brittany's breaths came out in ragged pants as Santana kissed her way from her mouth along the side of her face to the juncture of her ear and neck, paying special attention to the sensitive crook of skin. Another moan erupted from Brittany's mouth as she was unable to stop Santana once again, soft lips now moving their way down slowly but sensuously to her pulse point where they latched on. It started out as a playful nibble, Santana's teeth teasing the soft skin, but Brittany knew what was coming as as much as she wanted to stop what Santana had in mind she didn't want to. Even if she had the power to pull away she would choose to allow the Latina to keep going, wanting the mark of her lips on her neck plain for everyone to see. Now she knew that Santana was her girlfriend she wanted everybody who looked at her to know that she was finally hers and vice versa, she'd just have to get Santana back in the same way when they could actually remove their clothes. Right now however she settled for letting the other woman hungrily nibble at her neck, her teeth growing more impatient and more forceful as she began to suck. Moments later Brittany had to pull her arms back a little and brace them on Santana's shoulder's, feeling a sharp but pleasurable tug at her neck that she knew was the final mark. A few flashes later and teeth were replaced by the soothing tip of Santana's tongue, the wet muscle tenderly licking at the painful mark she had just left. Brittany was unable to hold back yet another moan as Santana kissed at the spot and when the other woman moved her head back up to kiss at her lips she was almost out of breath and she hadn't even done anything.

"Wow" She sighed, unable to suck in air quick enough.

Santana smirked. "Good?"

"Hmm, more than good" She agreed, connecting their lips together once again as soon as she had enough air.

"Good"

When they finally pulled away Brittany adjusted Santana's jacket. "That went from safe to not safe for work really fast but I'm not complaining."

"You're not?"

"No, though I do owe you a hickey for later on when we're alone."

"I like the sound of that."

"Me too but we're gonna be late."

"I guess so."

"Do you wanna race?"

"Are you sure you wanna do that Miss. Pierce?"

Brittany shrugged as she pulled away, backing up towards the door. "Of course, if I didn't think I'd be able to win I wouldn't be offering."

Santana raised an amused eyebrow. "If you didn't think you'd be able to win? Are you saying you think you're better than me Pierce?"

All Brittany did was shrug as she turned to make her way over to where the padlock was located. When she turned back to Santana she smirked. "Get in your car and we'll find out."

At Brittany's wink Santana rolled her eyes and turned back to her car. She paused for a few seconds, admiring the sight of it for the first time in a while before licking her lips in anticipation and sliding her key into the lock. Pulling the door open she couldn't hold back the grin creeping onto her face as she slid in. It was as if she had never left it, the seat and the cabin of the car so familiar as if it were like she was coming back home. Reaching forwards and placing both hands on the steering wheel she thought about all the races she had won behind this wheel and as much as she treasured her 350Z this car was special. It represented so much and now it represented coming back for real as the full Santana Lopez. Looking up her eyes locked with Brittany's and with a reassuring and understanding nod from Brittany she turned back and pulled closed the door, automatically reaching for the harness. After strapping herself back into her bucket seat she allowed herself to sink into the seat before sliding her keys into the ignition. Brittany watched from her place by the door with a proud smile as Santana ignited the engine for the first time in months. Even after so long of being stable it purred as if it had only been driven the day before. The sound to them, two fans of Japanese cars in particular, was candy to their ears. Santana pressed down on the accelerator, enjoying the sound of the engine firing up for the first time since that fateful day she'd left it there and was soon enough unable to help herself. The itch to get this back on the road and burn rubber was overwhelming so she didn't fight it, not that she had a choice anyway. Instead she just pulled out of the garage and up alongside Brittany's RX8 and waited for the blonde to lock up the garage. As soon as the blonde had gotten back into her car she rolled down the window and waited for Brittany to do the same.

"First stop light we reach and then back to the garage – anything goes. Sound good?"

Brittany smiled as she fired up her car. "Hell yeah!"

Santana laughed. "Then let's go."

She pulled out first onto the street, thankful that there was nobody already at the first stop light as she pulled up to the line. Moments later Brittany was pulling up beside her and as Santana glanced to her right she couldn't help but be reminded of the first day she'd gotten this car back on the road. That day with Letty and the roof taken off, the sun hot as they waited beside the vast expansive Lima coastline for Josh Coleman to arrive in his daddy's Ferrari. This time she was looking over at the woman she loved knowing that they were about to drive together for the first time completely free. It was liberating as they waited for the stop light to turn green, the two of them having worked out what they were and Santana finally getting her car back. Now she knew she could drive it without having to lie about anything. She felt renewed and it felt pretty damn good as the light turned green, rubber burning from both cars' wheels as they raced off the line beside one another.

Letty looked up from the engine of Mia's NSX at the sound of two cars fast approaching and watched as Brittany's RX8 pulled into the lot first, the tuner kicking up dust as it slid to a perfect stop right in front of Rachel's S2000. Seconds later a familiar Supra she hadn't seen in months slid in and came to a stop flawlessly next to the RX8, even more dust kicking up into the air as they shut off the two cars. As expected Brittany stepped out of her Mazda first and moments later Santana was getting out of the Supra, the two woman laughing at something. She watched with an amused eyebrow next to Mia as they pointed at one another.

"I so won that!"

"Yeah but you drifted around every corner!"

"They don't call me the drift queen for nothing Lopez." Brittany argued with a shrug.

"If I didn't get stuck behind that minivan I would have been able to swerve out around it and take the lead!"

"But you lost fair and square."

Santana nodded with a defeated sigh. "Yeah, I guess I did."

"Looks like Brittany is the only one who's been able to outmatch you Lopez. I haven't heard of anyone else that's been able to claim they've beat you other than her."

Santana looked over at Rachel. "I know, she knows how to win the race just by drifting and I haven't yet mastered that art enough to give her a run for her money."

Brittany laughed and shrugged as they approached the entrance of the garage. "I can't help that I'm better than my girlfriend."

Santana laughed. "Keep telling yourself that Pierce. I'll get you one day."

"Is that a threat?"

"No. It's something to keep you on your toes."

Brittany raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

"That we will." Santana agreed with a chuckle as they came to a stop in front of Mia, Letty and Rachel, Quinn now coming over and joining them.

"So, girlfriends?" Letty asked, her arms now folded across her chest.

Immediately Santana felt herself blush. "Uh, yeah, if that's ok with you?" She didn't know why she was asking for permission but somehow she felt she needed to – Letty commanded a power that compelled her to ask even if she didn't need to.

Said Latina eyed her and watched as Brittany eagerly looped her arm through Santana's, clutching her bicep tightly with the other. Letting a smile grace her lips she nodded. "Of course. Like I said, just don't fuck it up."

"Heard loud and clear."

"Same here boss." Brittany smiled, turning and grinning at Santana with excitement.

"So, you got the Supra back?"

Santana followed the crew leader's gaze over her shoulder to where her Supra was now parked. "Yeah, thanks to Britt."

"Good, I was starting to wonder if I would ever see it again. Anyway, back to right now after yesterday we all have something to say to you."

"You do?" She frowned, instantly feeling her heart drop at what her statement could mean.

"Don't worry. Just listen, we're not kicking you to the curb."

"Ok..." Before she could say anything else Quinn was lunging forwards and pulling her into a tight hug.

A few moments of silence later and Quinn whispered into her ear. "I'm so sorry Santana."

"No problem Q" The nickname slipped and as Quinn pulled away she feared that she would call her out but all the blonde did was smile.

"Thanks S"

The confirmation came in the sound of her own nickname, something Quinn hadn't called her since before she came back. Now the smile adorning Quinn's face meant that she could stand the sight of her and maybe, just maybe, one day she'd get her best friend back. Little did she know that that was exactly what Quinn was thinking too.

As the blonde street racer took a step back Dani stepped forwards with her arms wide open. Santana half expected her to throw a right hook at her face but when all Dani did was pull her into a hug she relaxed, thankful that the other woman was at least past beating her up enough to want a different, more friendly type of physical contact with her.

"I'm sorry Santana. Oh, and don't hurt Brittany again or next time I will break your neck."

"I hear you loud and clear – but that's not gonna happen. But...thank you Dani." She smiled, watching as Kitty approached her.

"I wanted to see you before I headed out to open the bar. I wanted to say sorry and offer you a free round of drinks the next time you come over. I know it's not much but-"

"It's ok Kitty" Santana chuckled into her shoulder as they hugged. "It's more than enough"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course" She nodded as they pulled away. "Don't think I won't hold you to it though"

"That I don't doubt a single bit" Kitty grinned back, the two of them sharing a laugh.

The next was Rachel. "You already know I forgave you." She whispered so as to stop everybody else but them from hearing. "But I'm glad you told me first. I guess your hunch about Tina was right huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it was."

"And I'm happy for you and Brittany. It's about damn time."

Santana laughed as Rachel broke the hug and took a step back. "I agree"

Being pulled into a strong embrace Santana realised it was Marley, hugging her back just as tightly. "I'm sorry Santana."

"It's ok Marley"

"Good. Just know that I have your back on the road and off it."

"That's good to know. Thanks."

The brunette nodded as she pulled away, making space for Tina to pull her into an embrace of her own. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was working on it I just-"

"I understand T. I'm glad you finally did find it though – now you guys know I was telling the truth about everything."

"Yeah, and I've got your back too."

"It's much appreciated. Really, it means a lot that you're not all kicking me out right now. I half expected you to turn on me but I guess I got lucky."

"You didn't get lucky S, what happened was we finally got it into our thick skulls that we were some part in the wrong for the way we treated you. We saw how you reacted to hearing that yesterday, it only proved that you were just as horrified at it as we all were and you were the one that was actually there. You got shot and now that bitch is out there free roaming in our city thinking that she got away with it. We need a clean slate, what happened all those months ago is in the past and all I want to see is that bitch pay for what she did to all of us, Finn included. You may have thought we weren't going to react well and that's understandable with the way that we acted towards you when you came back but right now I think I speak for all of us when I say it's about damn time we work together so we can take this bitch down. You in?"

There was a silent pause as Santana glanced around at everyone, all eyes on her. She met their gazes, every individual one, and eventually came to Mia who even though hadn't said anything sent her a reassuring nod and a smile. The last person however, stood to her left, beamed right back at her as she clutched their hands together tightly. Brittany was brimming with excitement, anyone could tell, but what Santana saw that nobody else did with something she hadn't seen since before the ugly truth had come out. Love. Brittany was looking back at her as if she was everything and nothing else mattered and the icing on the cake was the warm feeling that it sent pooling into her stomach – reassurance. She felt it well up inside her, knowing that Brittany had so much faith in her even after everything that happened and it served to cause her to look back at Letty with a bold smile on her face.

"I'm in"

There was a roar of cheers as Santana was pulled into another round of hugs and it wasn't long before Letty was speaking up once more. "Now that that's out of the way I think it's time we all sat down and discussed where we're at with this case of yours."

"As in a meeting?"

"Yeah, and this time we're all on a level playing field. I think we need to sit down with Roz and Matt and talk about the recording and decide where we're going with the next car or else we're not gonna be ready in time for Race Wars. Sound good to you?"

"Yeah."

"Good, then call or text her and set it up."

"For when?"

"Tonight."

"Ok, I'm on it"

Letty smiled and clamped her hand down onto her shoulder reassuringly. "Then do it and get to work Lopez. These cars you got us aren't gonna modify themselves."

"Yes ma'am"

Brittany smiled and watched as Letty made her way back over to Mia's NSX before stepping in front of the Latina. "You heard her Lopez, you've gotta get to work."

"Oh, and you don't?" She grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Brittany shrugged and started tugging her towards Rachel's RX7 by her hand. "Who can say? Maybe I don't," She smirked. "But I'm gonna supervise you in case you don't."

Santana rolled her eyes and let the blonde pull her towards the car. "Whatever you say babe."

Brittany smiled happily as she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

"Are you nervous?"

She felt Santana sigh in her arms. "A little."

"Don't be."

"I know, it's just that I'm a little apprehensive about hearing it again. I've already lived through it twice. I don't know if I can do it a third time."

Gripping hold of Santana's waist Brittany pulled the Latina around so that they were face to face. Reaching her hands up she started to smooth out the collar of Santana's shirt. "Baby, you don't have anything to worry about. If this morning was anything to go by I think you're well on your way to getting this job done – at least without any ugly stares anyway. Think about it this way; the last time we all met like this was the night we kissed after the beach. Do you remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"We decided on a clean slate and I think that's what tonight is. You've come a long way since that night Santana, you just need to realise it."

"I do but..."

"But, this time there's something different."

Meeting Brittany's gaze Santana raised an eyebrow. "There is?"

Brittany nodded. "Uh huh. This time you have me." She smiled softly, taking both of Santana's hands into her own and squeezing a little. "And I'm gonna be right by your side holding your hand and proving that I've forgiven you the entire time. I'm your girlfriend again and my first order of business is to be there for you in this. It's gonna be hard hearing it again, I know, but I just wanna let you know that you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want ok?"

That earned a chuckle from Santana, making Brittany smile in return. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. I really do love you Brittany."

"I know."

Instead of verbally replying Santana flashed her an even wider grin before pulling her into a kiss, their lips meeting softly as they momentarily let themselves get lost within one another. Santana's arms slowly snaked their way around Brittany's waist, pulling her as close as possible whilst the blonde's arms in turn looped their way around her neck. When breathing became an issue instead of pulling completely away from one another they just let their foreheads rest together, eyes closed contently as they listened to each other's steady breathing. The only thing that broke the quiet content moment between the two women was the sound of approaching engines pulling into the driveway, a sure sign that the others had now arrived for the meeting.

"I guess it's show time huh?"

Brittany nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry though, I'm not leaving Santana."

"I know, I know, thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's my job."

All Santana could do in response was smile, momentarily at a loss for words upon the sound of complete and utter conviction in Brittany's voice. So, placing a final kiss to Brittany's lips she pulled away and turned to see Roz heading up the group as they made their way into the pool area/courtyard. Sparing a glance over at Brittany the blonde beamed back at her before she turned back to the approaching police chief and in turn full crew, unable to stop the grin from tugging at her lips as she felt Brittany's hand find her own and weave their fingers together in a hand hold that made Santana feel like she could literally do absolutely anything.

With that in mind she held her head high as Roz entered followed by everybody else. The police chief smiled and nodded at her along with Matt and after a round of greeting from everybody, including Holly and Shelby, everyone made themselves comfortable as Santana rolled out the whiteboard that contained everything they knew so far and her laid out plan.

"So, where do we begin?" She asked, sitting down next to Brittany who already had Lord Tubbington in her lap. However, as soon as the feline had noticed that Santana was in his immediate vicinity he was clambering to get on her lap. Brittany happily let him go and gripped Santana's free hand, the one that wasn't holding up the large cat on her lap.

"I think the logical course of action here would be to listen to it, break it down, and then go from there. Sound good to you?" Roz asked.

"Go ahead" Letty nodded from her place beside Mia.

Roz then turned to Tina. "Ok Miss Cohen-Chang, if you will."

Taking that as her cue Tina set up her speaker and moments later they were listening to the conversation all over again, reminding every single one of them exactly why they were all sitting in that room in the first place. When it was done Brittany pressed a quick kiss to Santana's cheek, not missed by either Roz or Matt, and turned to the front.

"Where do you wanna start?" Santana asked.

"The most obvious: the evidence"

"Uh, can I just start by asking about my mom?"

Everybody turned to Rachel expectantly. "What about her?" Roz prompted.

"I just wanna know why you didn't make a move on her in the first place, no offence mom. It's just that to me that would seem the most likely cause of action. If you had just talked to her about it in the first place surely Cassandra would have never gone complete rogue and shot Santana."

"A valid point to which I have an answer."

"Which is?"

"When all of this began, before Santana ever came into the picture, Cassandra came to us first. She told us there was a way of exposing corrupted police officers within the Lima police department. She said it was crucial and as she was a decorated FBI officer with a spotless record – it was natural that we trusted her. She then told us that she'd done all the backbone work and she'd found the perfect wheelman to get us in and close to the information – which was held by Shelby. Santana turned out to be that wheelman and we brought her in the day she came back to Lima and you know the rest. She fed us all of this, that Shelby was the one, but I knew somewhat something of your background in the street racing scene here Miss. Cocoran and I knew you were clean. That's why I didn't make a move. I saw the way you acted around Santana and I saw that you had a loyalty to protecting the ones you loved so I made sure Cassandra had to take the long way around, Santana getting shot was never my intention and if I could have found another way to do it I would have. I've regretted right up until this very moment not sending out a protective detail to tail Miss. Lopez to the drop off as she may have never ended up in a hospital bed."

"You couldn't help that," Santana reasoned. "Cassandra is probably one of the best shots in the country. Unless you had a swat team following me she would have shot all of those cops down without any bullets even grazing her. I've come to terms with her shooting me but she's gonna pay for even thinking of it. That bitch isn't getting away with it, I promise you that Rachel."

Both Roz and Rachel nodded before Shelby cleared her throat and spoke up. "I don't know what other to say than thank you."

Roz waved a hand dismissively at her. "You don't have to say anything Miss. Cocoran, just listen."

"You can call me Shelby by the way."

The police chief nodded with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Of course – Shelby. Ok, where was I?"

"Talking about the first thing – evidence."

"Thank you Miss. Fabray. Yes, evidence. When it comes to evidence the R8 doesn't really matter. What matters is what was being transported inside it. Shelby, could you elaborate on that?"

The older brunette nodded. "Yes. The car was simply a way to get the information stored away in case me or Schue ever lost either of our copies i.e. Cassandra taking them and destroying them. So, we stored it on a heavily encrypted SD card that I'm sure Cassandra is still trying to access even now. Tina isn't the only one with hacker-level IT skills."

"So it's on an SD card?" Mia asked.

Shelby nodded. "Yes, stored behind the GPS system in the dashboard. Cassandra will have had to have taken that out to find it."

"Which she surely has by now." Santana said as she stroked a content Lord Tubbington's head at the same time.

"Yes, which is why we have to make sure she doesn't find out that Shelby and Schue have back up copies." Roz added.

"But what about the car?"

"Good question Miss. Rose. The R8 for you as a crew is simply what it was intended to be – a prize. When we take down Cassandra and Puck both at the same time your goal is to drive as a crew and win Race Wars. Then, when those two misfits and the rest of Puck's crew are in handcuffs I'll be returning stolen property to Shelby and you're free to do with it as you like. As for the people who stole the car in the first place rest assured that I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that they pay for every second they had it in years behind bars."

"Ok, that's justice enough for the car, I understand that, but what about Finn and Jake? She killed both of them. Killing Finn was why she wanted this SD card in the first place. What happens to her once we've done our job and got her?" Letty questioned, a line of thought that had constantly been on everybody's minds since the day before when they'd first heard the recording and the truth about their friend's fate.

"That I am going to personally make sure Cassandra pays for dearly. At least two life sentences plus. We have evidence already in the form of this recording that has her verbally admitting on tape that she killed both Jake and Finn on purpose. The only thing is is that she can never know that we actually have this evidence. She can't know we have something that could bring her down without question or else we don't know what she could do – at least not until we make our final move on her. She is already dangerous, that much we've learnt from the fact that she's shot Santana."

"And the fact that she can probably shoot you dead in the center of the eyes from a quarter mile away." Santana added.

The police chief nodded in response. "Yes"

"Uh, not to put a downer on this already serious discussion but what about Santana's mom?" Quinn asked, seeing Santana tense.

"What about her?"

"Surely you have to make sure that she's ok?"

"Well, that's up to Santana and whether or not she's comfortable enough to speak about it." Roz answered carefully, her attentions turning to Santana who was sat gripping Brittany's hand tightly.

"Uh..." There was a silent pause throughout the room and Santana stuttered on how to answer. When she felt a squeeze from the hand clutching her own she was reminded that she wasn't alone in this any more, that she had someone that was going to be there with her. It was only then that she found the answer, taking a deep breath. "I guess it's ok. I mean, you've all heard the conversation between me and Cassandra. You know she baited my mom into calling me. Simple fact of the matter is her addiction means more to her than I ever did. It's why my abuela raised me. I honestly don't know what else to tell you other than for all we know she could be dead by now, my dad too."

"Give me the word Santana, if you want to, and I will do all in my power to find her. Full rehabilitation for both her and your father."

Santana nodded at Roz's generosity and genuine concern. "Thank you, but I think finding them is a lot more trouble than it's worth. They've been fucked up since the moment I was aware they were my parents, probably even longer. They're probably homeless and dead under an underpass from an OD."

"But couldn't your mom testify as a witness?" Rachel inquired.

Santana shrugged. "Probably but it wouldn't be reliable. She probably doesn't even remember calling up my abuela, let alone who made contact with her in the first place."

"She's right, the drugs would give Cassandra's defence probable cause to have it completely dismissed in court." Roz added.

"Ok, so how will Cassandra pay for shooting Santana? Didn't she do it with intent to harm and not kill?"

Santana glanced at Brittany after she'd asked the question and up at the police chief. "She's got a point."

"Yeah but there's something off about it"

Everybody turned in Holly's direction. "Care to share with the rest of the class Miss. Holliday?"

The blonde nodded. "Think about it. She admitted out loud that she wanted to hurt Santana but she didn't want to kill her. If I know Cassandra, from me and Shelby's past with her, I know that she's a lot smarter than you think she is. It's just a couple of lines though, they've been bugging me ever since yesterday."

"Which ones?" Mia frowned.

"'It won't kill you, at least not until I'm done.' And then she said at the end, 'the last thing I want from you now is to see you suffer'."

"Ok, what about them? What are you onto?"

Holly glanced over at Letty who had asked the question. "Well, think about it logically. In the beginning she told Santana that the gunshots wouldn't kill her, at least not until she left. Then, at the end she told Santana that she wanted to watch the chaos she had caused. Her intentions had never been to kill her, but to make her suffer. Britt's right when she only intended to hurt Santana, which I'm sure you'll get her for considering you've got it on audible tape, but there's something I can't wrap my head around."

Santana raised a questioning eyebrow. "Which is?"

"How did she do it?"

"Do what?" Brittany frowned.

"Keep Santana alive without killing her. The shoulder shot was not meant to kill but the abdomen shot kept her down so that she couldn't fight back. If she had tried to Santana probably would have killed herself doing so."

"You're right, I understand where you're coming from but I fail to see how this has any relevance." Roz stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Holly shrugged. "Me either but I wanted to bring it up. It's been bugging me for the past day."

"Wait, I think she might be onto something." Everybody turned to Marley. "It may not prove anything in court when we finally put her away but it might be something you could present to the jury – an emotional trigger."

"Ok, say I go for this. What are you attempting to get at here Miss. Rose?"

"Well, when it comes time to put the case forward you're gonna need something to prove that she didn't just do this to clear her name, that she had malicious intent to destroy somebody else's life on purpose when all they did was do as they were told."

"That actually might just work." Matt commented from his place beside his superior.

Roz nodded. "Yes, it might."

"And there's something else, back to what Holly was talking about."

"Ok..."

"She's not the only one who's been wondering about how she could have shot Santana without killing her. There's only one thing I can think of."

"Which is?"

"A non-lethal shot. I know what you're thinking but it's not about where it was placed. A non lethal shot would be in the shoulder but the only way she could have gotten away with shooting her in the abdomen is half loads."

"Rose, you're not making any sense." Letty cut in, a frown etched across her eyebrows.

Marley sighed and tried to think of a way to explain it. "Ok, in my spare time I have a hobby. Guns in fact, yes weird I know. I know enough to know that if Cassandra had half loaded shots in her gun she could have immobilised Santana without killing her. Have you still got the slugs that were taken out of Santana's wounds?"

Roz frowned but nodded nonetheless. "Yes, why?"

"I bet if you had them tested alongside a gun of the exact same calibre and slugs you'll find that the ones you pulled out of Santana are packed with half the amount of gunpowder. In terms of the case it might not prove she had anything to do with Finn or Jake's death but it might just prove the theory that she had the intent of watching Santana suffer. All you'd have to do is build up the fancy emotional wording around it."

Roz nodded her head. "You're right, but it could just prove that she had the intent to ruin someone else's life. Good call Rose, I'll have the slugs checked out immediately. Ok, anything more?"

"Yeah" Dani said, raising her hand from where she was seated next to Kitty.

"Go ahead Miss. Harper."

"I understand that you need evidence and all that crazy police crap but why are we sitting on this when you could be bringing in Cassandra? She's out there getting away with that she's done. She's killed two people already and even though she didn't intend for it she could have killed Santana. Why do we have to wait until Race Wars to do it?"

"That's a valid question. The reason why we can't make a move on Cassandra is that we need solid proof she's found the information and possesses it. The recording, although she's admitted on tape that she orchestrated everything from the start, isn't enough. Before we can take her in we need to know she has the information and we need the time leading up to Race Wars to find out how she stayed under the radar without alerting us until it was too late – we need to build up our case against her. Plus we are still in the process of Santana's claim."

"What claim, if you don't mind me asking?" Mia inquired.

"Her medical bills. I'm fighting to get her abuela reimbursed for everything she had to pay. It's a long process and until I have proof, which I do now I have the recording and hopefully the ballistics results, I can tie Cassandra to it and have her pay in her own cash when we bring her in. The other reason why I haven't made a move on her yet is because she's considered armed and dangerous and until I can ensure every single one of you and your safeties, I can't risk bringing her in. Santana's already got shot, I don't want any one else in this room in her line of fire. Plus, moving on her at Race Wars I will admit personally that I can't wait to see you knock both her and Puck off their imaginary thrones in front of everybody, the humiliation before the public arrest. That's partly why you need the cars – you need to win. Which brings me to the last point – how is it going with the cars?"

"Two down six to go. It's slow progress." Santana answered.

"Too slow. We need to keep moving on it. Who's up next?"

"Logical solution after Rachel's came out of nowhere is Marley. If we're gonna be ready by Race Wars, all of us, her car by far is gonna need the most work and I don't even know how bad a condition it's in."

"Ok, then we need to make a move soon. We need a plan of action. Santana?"

Santana shrugged at Letty, surprised she was giving her the reigns on this. "Uh, like my plan says we need a team of about three people, a flatbed or tow truck, one that can pull it up onto the bed via automatic winch, and we need to get in at night after hours without being detected. We need to get in and out as quick as possible but with the car now functioning there's no way we can be sure that we can get it out completely safe plus there's no way on Earth that thing is in working order. I watched it blow up."

"Ok, pick your people and we'll plan it out."

"Marley and Quinn. Plus me it should be enough to safely get the car out without too much trouble. In the mean time I'm sure that there is a way that Tina can hook us up so that you guys and can watch or hear or whatever."

"Got that covered" The Asian woman smiled.

Santana nodded in response. "Really that's all there is to it. Head to toe in black clothes, a flatbed and we should be good to go."

"Ok, when do you wanna do it?" Letty asked.

"A couple of nights time?"

"Sounds good to me. Quinn, Mar, you in?" Letty asked, turning to the two women in question and receiving nods. She then turned back to Santana. "There you go."

"Good"

"Well, now that's sorted out I want to just remind you of one thing before you all leave and get back to it."

"Which is?"

"Be careful. If you meet Cassandra on the street don't push her and certainly don't aggravate her. Remember, she's considered armed and dangerous. Steer clear of her and we shouldn't have any problems leading up to Race Wars – unavoidable meetings only. Take whatever she throws at you up until then and for God sakes don't start a fight we don't need."

"I'm going to watch with the utmost pleasure as your precious Brittany finds out that the woman she thought she loved played her like she was nothing but a game..."

"No, don't. You know this isn't right Santana..."

"I need to go, I can't be around you right now..."

"BRITTANY!"

Santana shot up in bed to a painful clamp clenching down around her chest. Her breathing was laboured as she tried to calm down but nothing was helping as sweat beaded down the exposed parts of her chest, dripping down and soaking into her tank top. The darkness of the room started clamping down around her and made her head feel tight, pain throbbing in her temples as if she'd been hit over the head with a baseball bat. Everything started closing in from all sides until she felt a steadying hand come to rest at the small of her back, another firm hand coming to rest atop her bicep.

"Santana?"

The familiar voice was enough to get her to turn her head, the Latina visibly relaxing when she saw the sight of Brittany now sat up in bed next to her.

"B-Britt..." She gasped, still trying to catch her breath.

"Shush" Brittany cooed, using the hand she had on her back to rub soothing circles. "Slow down and take in a few breaths then try to talk baby."

Doing as instructed Santana faced back forwards and took in a few steadying breaths, feeling Brittany press a kiss to her scarred shoulder.

"Y-You're still here."

Brittany frowned. "Of course, where else would I be?"

"I-I dreamt that you left me. Cassandra shot me and you left and you never c-came b-back."

Seeing that her breathing had visibly picked up once again Brittany knew she had to calm her down. She didn't have a chance however when Santana started gasping in agony.

"Santana? What's wrong? Baby talk to me!"

"My abdomen and shoulder, a-all of a s-sudden. Argh!"

Immediately Brittany pushed down on her bicep, making Santana lay back down on the bed. Moments later she was shushing heer and rubbing her hand back and forth between each scar, now understanding that this nightmare she had had must have put her under great stress and had to have been related to them. Even she could tell that it must have had something to do with how she had gotten them. The events of the past two days was a no-brainer trigger. So, with this knowledge in mind Brittany continued to soothe Santana until she had calmed down enough to breath properly again and tell her what was wrong.

"Santana? Can you tell me what happened?"

"It felt like I got shot again."

Immediately Brittany pushed back the bottom of the tank top she was wearing to get a look at the stomach scar. It was fine but did seem a little red. Leaning down she pressed a kiss to it before looking up at the one on her shoulder, repeating the action once more before looking back at the face of her girlfriend.

"They look ok. You had a nightmare didn't you?"

"Yeah" She replied, averting her gaze.

"Santana, look at me." Brittany urged, pulling Santana's face back so that they were both looking at one another. "I'm not going anywhere. I left but I came back, I could never stay away. I love you, I'd never ever leave you again willingly. Come here." Laying back she pulled Santana into her, letting the Latina rest her head against her own tank top-clad chest. "I'm not going anywhere Santana, I'd miss you too much."

"Me too"

"And Cassandra is going to pay for what she did to you. I promise. Now get some sleep, I'm not going to move from this bed or stop holding you until you tell me to."

She heard Santana sleepily chuckle on top of her, her breathing already evening out as she began to slip back into sleep. "I know Britt. I love you."

"I love you too Santana." She whispered back, the Latina already fallen asleep as she pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Lopez!"

Santana looked up from where she was working on Mia's NSX engine with Marley to see Burt holding up the garage phone as he stood halfway in and out of the door to his office.

"Yeah?"

"Holly called. Says the body kits for the NSX and the RX7 are in. She says you can go and pick 'em up now."

"Cool."

"Get your butt over there now so Quinn can start fitting them."

"On it boss man"

He smiled at her before re-entering his office, Santana turning to Mia who was walking up to her and Marley. "Toretto, Berry, wanna take a trip to the shop?"

Mia nodded. "Of course"

Rachel beamed back at her from where she was sat on the old couch talking dashboard trim with Brittany. "Count me in!"

"Ok, let's go then. Letty, we're going to pick up the body kits."

"Good. Don't take too long."

"You got it boss. Let's go girls."

Walking over to the couch she pressed a quick kiss to Brittany's cheek before making her way out into the yard. Rachel smirked at a blushing Brittany before being shoved up off the couch, the brunette laughing at her best friend.

"Whatever..." Brittany mumbled, sticking her tongue out at a laughing Rachel.

Mia rolled her eyes as she followed Letty's step sister out into the yard and grabbed the other brunette by the wrist. After a few moments of whispering Rachel nodded and made her way to her S2000, Mia hopping up into the garage's pick-up truck in which Santana already had the engine running.

"Everything ok? Why's Rachel taking her own car?" She asked as she backed out and onto the road.

"I wanted to talk to you alone and this was the only way I could do it."

Santana frowned as she started driving, watching as Rachel pulled up behind her. "Ok, what did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to talk about the other day."

"Oh...about the recording?"

"Yeah. But don't worry though, I don't wanna discuss that."

"Ok..." She drew out, not sure where this was going. "Uh, what did you want to talk about then?"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't get to apologize along with the rest of the crew and I wanted to say it in private."

"Understandable, I accept it though."

"Good" Mia breathed out nervously, Santana glancing over to see her twisting her hands in her lap. "Mia" She chuckled. "It's ok, what's wrong?"

"I wanted to do something I should have done the moment you got me my car. I wanted to forgive you Santana. For everything. You didn't deserve what happened to you and now that we know what happened the day you got shot, the truth about everything from the moment you first appeared, I just feel bad for everything. I was mad at you for no reason."

"Yeah, but you did have reason. I lied and I should have told you all. Anyway, I'd rather not rehash something we've talked about before and just tell you that it means a lot that you've forgiven me. It makes my life just that little bit easier."

She smiled nervously over at Santana until the Latina reached over and took her hand, squeezing reassuringly before letting it go again. The simple action made Mia feel a lot more at ease about the current conversation. "I'm glad that you feel that way. I don't know about the rest of the crew at this moment but I know that if you need me I'm there. I'm happy that your life is getting back on track and we're going after Cassandra in the right way. Your plan is ingenious and I'm happy for you and Brittany. I've got you Santana."

"Thank you" She smiled over at her as she pulled up outside of The Racer's Edge. "You know it means a lot." She added as she put the pick up into park, Rachel pulling up beside her. "And for the record, I have to admit that hijacking a train to get you a car was a pretty cool day out. Any time you wanna do it again, like for a girl's day out, just let me know ok?"

Mia laughed as they unbuckled their seatbelts. "Ok, I definitely will. And again, sorry."

"I want that to be the last time you apologize. We're cool now, right?"

The shorter brunette nodded as they got out of the truck. "Yeah, we are."

"Good then, now I do believe we have some kits to pick up." She smiled, watching as the two women who had already forgiven her smiled right back at her.

"Hell yeah we do!" Rachel grinned, making Santana laugh as she opened the door for them.

"Yep" Santana replied, shivering as the AC fan above the door instantly sent a chill down her spine at the sudden change from hot to cold.

They made their way up towards the front counter, Holly behind the desk. When the shop owner saw who it was she instantly stood up straight and grinned, letting her pen fall down to the counter below her.

"If it isn't the ladies from my favourite street crew! You here for the new kits?"

"Yes!" Rachel replied back excitedly.

Holly grinned right back and turned towards the back room door. "Then follow me ladies. Blaine's out back sorting them right now."

She motioned for them to follow and the three women did just that, tagging behind a happy Holly as she moved towards the back of the shop. They entered the large back room and spotted Blaine by the delivery door. He looked up at the sound of someone approaching and smiled as he stood up to greet them.

"Afternoon ladies. You here for these?"

Santana nodded. "You know it."

"Cool. You got somewhere to put them?"

"The garage pick-up is parked out front."

"Ok then, let's load them up."

"Word to that. Ladies?"

At Holly's insistence Mia, Santana and Rachel all divided up and helped Blaine and Holly carry the body kits to the truck. Once they were loaded up Holly clapped Santana on the shoulder.

"Good luck. Enjoy the rest of this sunshine."

"I will. Thanks Holly."

The blonde replied with a smile and her and Blaine both watched as Santana and Mia got into the truck, Rachel into her Honda. The purple car pulled out first and then Santana pulled out soon after, waving at Holly and Blaine before pulling out onto the road to head back to the garage.

Quinn looked up at the sound of engines and saw Santana and co. pulling into the garage now with the body kits they needed to really get ahead of the modification process. She stood up straight and groaned as she stretched before watching Rachel literally skip over to her as soon as she had parked her car.

"Hey baby!"

"Hey" She smiled back, letting Rachel pull her in for a kiss. "What have you got for me?"

"Work" Mia cut in.

"Funny Toretto. Hey Santana."

"Hey."

"Wanna show me?"

"Sure Q, follow me."

Her arm around Rachel's shoulders Quinn followed Santana and Mia over to the pick-up to look in the back.

"Looks good. Guess we better get started. S, wanna help me unload and mock fit?"

Santana shrugged. "Sure."

Santana laughed as Brittany shoved her playfully. "Santana!"

"What?!"

"That's not funny!"

"Oh, come on! You have to admit it is!"

Sighing Brittany shook her head and let it fall to the Latina's shoulder. "Fine. I guess it is a little bit."

"Yes!"

She rolled her eyes at the other woman's small celebration but snapped her head up in the direction of the front of the house as they heard a car pull up. She and Santana shared a glance before turning back to the gate across the courtyard.

"I'll get it."

"San-"

Santana turned to the blonde as she stood up, leaning down so that their faces were level. "Britt I'll be fine. I promise."

Brittany relaxed as she felt a kiss pressed to her forehead and just as Santana was turning to leave she quickly pulled her back by the wrist and down into a quick but meaningful kiss. Santana let their lips linger, allowing Brittany the comfort from the intimate connection before pulling away and smiling down at her.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Brittany nodded and watched as the Latina made her way across the courtyard, running a hand through her hair as she closed the space between her and the gate. She watched as Santana slipped through it and when she saw the Latina come back and send her a thumbs up with a reassuring smile she happily looked back down at the check-list they had been working on.

After seeing Brittany look away and back to their work Santana turned to the car that had just pulled up in the driveway.

"Hey Q."

"Hey S."

"To what do I owe you the pleasure of your visit?"

"I needed to talk to you in person."

"Ok, do you wanna come in?" She asked, motioning back over her shoulder towards the house with her thumb.

The blonde shook her head. "I would rather talk to you alone. Not that I don't love Brittany but I had to do this face to face and I didn't really get a chance back in the garage today whilst we were mocking up the body kits."

Santana nodded and took a few steps back until she was sat up against the hood of her Supra which was parked in the middle of her 350Z and Brittany's RX8. "Ok, what is it?"

"I was thinking after we decided the other night to get Marley's Shelby. After you chose me I had an idea."

"Wanna share?" She asked, motioning for Quinn to join her in the empty spot next to her up against the hood.

Nodding the blonde took the invitation and let herself rest up against Santana's car. "I was thinking about getting my R35. You said you scouted it right?"

"Yeah."

"And that you'd just have to hack the lock and drive it out of there before he realised right?"

"Right."

"Well, I was thinking, how about a co-op mission?"

"How so?"

"Just you and me, boosting a car in the dead of night from a spoilt ass rich boy?"

"That sounds like a fun girls night out but I'm sensing a 'but' here..."

Quinn nodded. "Yeah but it's nothing major."

"So, what's the but?"

"You help me with this, just the two of us, we'll be cool."

"What? As in cool cool?"

"Yeah, despite the way I've acted I want my best friend back Santana."

Smiling Santana held out her hand. "Sounds good to me."

"Wait, it does?" Quinn questioned, a surprised look taking over her features and making Santana laugh.

"Of course!"

Before Santana could react Quinn had completely ignored her offered hand and pulled her in for a tight hug. "Ok Quinn...can't breathe here."

"Oh! Sorry!" She blushed as she pulled away, Santana laughing.

"Don't worry about it."

"So, when do you think we can do this?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't know. First things first we have to get Marley's car asap. Once it's in the garage and we're working on some kind of plan to get it running in time for Race Wars we'll scout out Josh's house, see what he's doing and then come up with a boosting plan after. Sound good to you?"

"Of course."

"Good. Now was there anything else you needed me for or was that it?"

Quinn shook her head. "No. I just wanted to clear the air with you and see where you were at in terms of getting my car."

"Cool."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the shop?"

Santana nodded as she watched Quinn start making her way back over to her Skyline. "Yeah, bright and early."

"Good. Those kits need fitting as soon as possible."

"I know."

"Oh, and Santana?"

"Yeah?"

Making her way back over to the Latina she pulled her in for a hug. "Thank you." She whispered before pulling away.

"Thanks, but what for?"

"Telling Rachel first. About Finn I mean. I appreciate you making sure she knew considering her relationship with him. I'm sure that if he were still here he would have liked you. Thank you. You gave us all closure we've been waiting for since the moment we found out he never made it to the finish line."

"I'm glad I could give it to you. As for Rachel I'm sure anybody else in my position would have done the same."

"Yeah, but you never know. I just wanted to say thank you. I know I've been a bitch to you, not as much as Dani, but enough, I just wanted to apologise and make sure things were good between us."

"It sounds good to me. I'm looking forward to our night out. I haven't boosted a car since I was a teenager."

"Neither have I." The blonde smiled, opening the door to her car. "Oh, and just one more thing?"

"What?"

Quinn glanced to the gate over the Latina's shoulder before looking back at the other woman. "Look after her ok? She's like a little sister to me."

"I will. I promise."

Quinn nodded and smiled. "I'll hold you to that."

"I'm sure you will."

"Bye Santana."

"Bye Quinn."

She watched as Quinn started up her car and reversed out of the driveway before driving off. Shaking her head Santana turned back towards the direction of the gate and headed back inside. Brittany looked up as she re-entered the room.

"Hey, who was it?"

"Quinn."

"Oh, what did she want?" She asked as she sat back down next to her.

"Just wanted to talk about the R35 and some other stuff. Where were we?"

Brittany looked down at the sheet attached to the clipboard in her lap. "Uh, Rachel's dashboard gauges."

"Any more ideas?"

Brittany grinned at her girlfriend. "Of course."

TBC