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Hey everyone! So obviously this one took two weeks to write but it may seem short when you read that. The reason for that is I've actually written a lot more but I didn't want to keep you all waiting yet another week for me to finish it so I've split it into two chapters. It makes it nicer to have some shorter chapters for once and hopefully it shouldn't take me more than a week to finish off the next update as a quarter of it is already written in advance.

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"Really Rose?"

Marley looked down at herself and then back up at the woman who had asked the question. "What?"

Santana watched as a frown formed on Marley's face. "I said inconspicuous not stick out."

Again Marley looked down at herself and then back up at her and Quinn. "I still don't understand." Santana and Quinn shared a look between one another. "What? What's that look for?"

Quinn sighed and rubbed at her forehead. "Santana told us all-black Mar."

"Yeah, and that's what I did!"

Santana sighed. "Really? When I said I wanted us to look inconspicuous I wanted us to blend in so that we weren't going to be seen. There was a dress code for a reason!"

"But I stuck to that!"

"Neon orange zips and lining wasn't what I had in mind."

Immediately Marley's head snapped up. "Hey! It was all I had!"

"You're telling me that you didn't have anything completely black?" Santana asked, pulling the duffel bag from her Supra's trunk.

"No!"

"What about Tina?"

"For the record I didn't have anything that fit. Marley's taller and just a little skinnier than me." Tina interjected, looking up from her iPad momentarily to answer the question.

"See!"

"It's ok Mar, I was just mentioning it. I just don't want us to get caught. We need to be virtually undetected."

"Like ninjas." Quinn added with a smile.

"Yeah, like ninjas."

Marley rolled her eyes as Tina walked over. "Ok ladies, you're all synced up. There's an earpiece for each of you and we should be able to hear and watch you the entire time."

"Ok, where do the camera's go?" Santana asked as she took her earpiece.

"Your belt."

"When will they be activated?"

"As soon as you give me the word over the wire Q. Then we can watch your every move."

"Where did you get these anyway?" Marley inquired as Tina handed her a camera of her own.

"Roz gave them to me. She said that the entire department has had a technology re-haul ever since Cassandra's little stunt so now all squad cars and officers have camera's installed. These are body cams that are a part of that new initiative."

"Yeah, she told me about that. I didn't know she'd be able to spare us some though so I didn't ask." Santana stated as she hooked her camera to her belt.

"Yeah, well, she reached out to me the morning after the meeting and told me that she was sending a shipment over. The next thing I know I had a box of police camera's sitting in my lap."

"Whatever, I'm just glad you have eyes on us. It's gonna make getting cars so much easier." Quinn shrugged, adjusting her jacket.

"Where is Roz anyway?" Marley asked, turning to Santana.

"On her way."

"Speaking of..." Quinn said, looking over to the front gate at the sound of someone else arriving.

Roz pulled into the yard and hopped down from the cab, Matt jumping out of the passenger side. "Ladies!"

"Roz, where did you cop this sweet beast of a truck?" Santana asked with a smile, watching as the two people made their way over to where they were huddled around the trunk of her Supra.

"Oh this? This is courtesy of the Lima Police Department."

"How do you guys have such advanced vehicles?"

"Simple Miss. Fabray; Lima is one of the biggest street racing capitals in the country. We have advanced cars for vehicle recovery and repossession. This car is just one of them. It's heavy duty, unmarked and therefore unsuspecting. Just don't crash it through the front gate."

"That's not going to happen. We're going in quiet and coming out quiet."

"I like the way you think Santana. Where's Letty?"

"Right here. You ladies ready?" She asked, walking over to them.

Santana nodded. "More or less."

"Good, what's the plan from here?"

"We take this truck and another car for scout and back up and we head over to the scrapyard."

"Ok, what car did you plan on taking?"

"My Supra."

"Don't bother."

Santana frowned. "'Don't bother'?"

Letty nodded and tossed her a set of keys. "You need something that matches the truck. Take the Skyline. It's black, unmarked, and nobody will think anything of it."

"Sounds good to me."

"Good. Move out and head over there."

"Loud and clear boss. Who wants to drive the Skyline?"

"Me!"

"You got it Rose. Here," She tossed the keys towards Marley. "Me and Quinn will trail behind you in the truck. You know where Juan's Auto Scrap and Salvage is right?"

"Yeah, I know the place. On the East outskirts of town."

"Yeah, biggest auto scrapyard in the city. We always send the cars that can't sit in our impound lot there."

Letty turned to Roz with a raised eyebrow. "The ones that can't sit?"

The police chief shrugged. "Only the ones that can't run any more. Hence the reason why this car is there in the first place. It's far from runnable."

"More like not at all. That's why we need the truck. That's exactly why we need to move on it now before it's crushed."

"Yes, Santana. I suggest you ladies move now."

"What about you?" Quinn asked. "Are you staying?"

"Yes, both me and Matt. We'll be watching with the rest of the crew as you proceed."

"Good. Let's go. Quinn, you wanna drive?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Santana shrugged and starting making her way towards the truck Roz had pulled into the yard. Quinn had already hopped in but Santana was halted by the gripping of her wrist.

"Britt?"

Before she could question her further Brittany was pulling her into a kiss, gripping hold of her jacket. Santana soon relaxed into it, enjoying the feeling of Brittany's lips on her own.

"Not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" She asked as soon as they had pulled apart, resting their foreheads together.

"Good luck. Try not to get caught ok?"

"I can't promise you that but thank you. I'll try. I love you."

"I love you too." Brittany replied softly, pressing their lips together before pulling away. "Now go."

Santana nodded and after sending her a smile she hopped up into the truck. "You ready to go Q?"

"More than ever."

They pulled up along the street on the outskirts of town twenty minutes later. Santana pulled in behind Marley and put the truck into park.

"What now?" Quinn asked as she looked ahead towards the front gates.

"Now we wait." Santana replied, checking her watch.

"What for?"

"The guy to leave."

Five minutes later Marley could be heard over the radio. "Please tell me again exactly why we didn't just buy this car as a piece of scrap?"

"I couldn't."

"What do you mean?"

Santana sighed as she continued to watch the front gates. "It wasn't for sale. I asked the guy on a re-con mission and he told me it wasn't for sale."

"So we have to steal it?"

"Gold star Rose."

"But how? How are we gonna get the car when the front gates are locked? I can see dogs."

"We get in, locate the car and then send someone back. They pick up this truck, drive in, and then we load it up and leave again."

"Somehow I don't think this is gonna be that simple."

"Have a little faith Q. We've gotta get this car no matter what happens in there."

"Yeah, well just be careful girls, I can't lose three of my drivers."

"Is that all you care about Letty?"

"No Q, but I don't want you getting caught for a car that we might not even be able to get up and running for Race Wars, if even at all."

"That's not gonna happen, at least not if I can help it." Santana replied, hear voice determined.

"Hey, he's leaving!"

Santana's head snapped up at Marley's announcement. "Ok girls, time to move." She said as she watched the guy pull away in the opposite direction in his pick up truck.

Quinn followed Santana's lead and hopped out of the truck. Santana moved towards the Skyline which Marley was now stood next to and popped the trunk. Inside was the duffel bag she'd placed in there. She unzipped it and handed the other two women a set of gloves each, pulling on a pair of her own.

"T, you getting visual?" She asked as she reached in for the back pack.

"Yeah, both HD visual and audio."

"Good, let's go."

She slung the back pack over her shoulder and then closed the trunk, already leading the way down the sidewalk. All three women lingered in the shadows and watched as the dogs settled by the gate.

"Which one of you are a good shot?"

"What do you mean?" Marley frowned.

"My shoulder isn't back to a hundred percent yet and it's my pitching arm. Which one of you two is the better thrower?"

"Me!" They both answered at the same time. "Hey!"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Guys, come on."

"But I'm better!"

"No, I am!" Quinn argued.

"Oh God. I'll just do it myself." Just as she was about to walk out into the light of the scrapyard's floodlights she stopped dead in her tracks at the voice over the radio.

"Santana Lopez, you dare try to throw anything over that fence and trust me you won't wanna come home tonight."

"Ooh, sounds like a threat Santana! Someone's not getting lucky!"

"Shut up Quinn."

All the blonde did was laugh, Marley joining in. Santana sighed. "Sorry babe but if these two knuckle heads didn't both claim that they're the best and just pick already I wouldn't have had to offer myself. Sometimes I hate being shot in my dominant arm."

"You can't help you're a lefty babe."

"I know, just make them pick already."

"Ok – Quinn"

"You're up Fabray. Here, throw these." She turned to Quinn and pulled something out of the backpack she had slung over her shoulder.

"What are they?"

"Bacon sticks."

Immediately Quinn snapped her head up. "Bacon sticks?"

"Yeah, bacon sticks."

"You can't eat them Quinn." Marley sighed with an eye roll.

Santana frowned. "Why would she want to eat them? They're dog treats."

"Try telling her that."

"She's got an unnatural obsession with bacon Santana. I'm sure if she was an actual dog right now she would have already eaten them before you even knew they were missing from your back pack."

Santana eyed Quinn suspiciously for a few moments before zipping the bag back up. "Nice to know, thanks Rach. Go and throw them Quinn, I'll buy you bacon later."

"Really?"

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you are acting like an actual dog right now and agree. Yes, I will buy you bacon, now go and throw the damned things so that we can get inside!"

"I wouldn't have done that Santana." Rachel said over the radio as her and Marley watched the blonde race over to the front gates.

"Why?"

"Because she's going to hold you to that every single second until you do it."

"I'll deal with Q's unnatural urges later. Come on Mar, the dogs are moving away from the gate."

"How are we going to get in?" The brunette asked as they came to a stop next to Quinn. "There's chains on the gate."

"Simple, bolt cutters."

"And you have a set?"

"Yep, right here in my trusty back pack."

"What don't you have in there?" Quinn asked as she produced a pair of blue bolt cutters from said bag.

"I have everything we may possibly need for this particular mission. Including these handy bolt cutters. Move aside ladies."

Doing as they were told Marley and Quinn made room for the Latina and made sure to keep watch as she primed them around the chain. Moments later they heard a distinct cutting sound and Santana was pulling the chain away from the gate and throwing it down to the ground a little way away from them along with the padlock.

"Ok, let's move."

Both Marley and Quinn followed her into the scrapyard, frowning when they realized they had no idea what they were doing.

"Uh, Santana?"

Looking over her shoulder Santana raised an eyebrow at Quinn. "Yeah?"

"Uh, where are we going exactly?"

Stopping Santana reached into her back pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of folded paper. "What's that?" Marley inquired, trying to get a look at what it was.

"A map."

Santana unfolded it and the first thing they were confronted with was a crudely drawn plan of the scrapyard.

"Santana, isn't that a little bit basic? How do we know if we're in the right place?"

"I didn't have much time to draw it when I was here without looking conspicuous. Me and Brittany did the best we could. All that matters is I know where the car is. Here, this bit in the front where we are now is purely sports cars, the high-endish kind of ones. The rest of the scrapyard follows a certain format. Seeing as this is specifically auto salvage, and a big yard at that, they need to stay organised so it's divided into sections."

"What kind of sections?" Quinn questioned.

"Performance, muscle, Nissan, Honda, GM trucks, Import SUV's. Ford, all kinds. What matters though is that the Shelby isn't in any of these. It's at the back of the yard on the far end in line for the crusher. Depending on how close it is to the machine tells us more or less when it was planned to be crushed – if it hasn't already gone into it that is."

"What do you mean 'if it hasn't already gone into it'? Santana, if I don't have a car we're screwed!"

"Take a breath Rose and relax. I've got it covered. If the car has been crushed then we're sure to find another Shelby somewhere else but for now lets focus on the plan to get this car out as soon as possible. I promised you a car Marley, what I do to get it doesn't count. As long as you get it in time for Race Wars I'm going to do everything to get it to you, even if it wasn't how I originally planned on obtaining it in the first place."

Marley nodded and clapped Santana on the shoulder, smiling genuinely at her. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. We still have a car to find."

"That we do. Quinn you ready?"

"More than ever Mar."

"Good, then lead the way S."

"My pleasure." She grinned, spinning on her sneaker-clad heels.

Five minutes of navigating later Santana stopped. "Hey, stop. It's right ahead."

Both Marley and Quinn peaked over Santana's shoulder to get a look, spotting said car ahead. The familiar silver Shelby was the first car in the line for the crusher meaning that if they had waited any longer they probably wouldn't have a chance to get it before it was turned into a cube of crushed metal. That being said Santana didn't waste any time, looking up ahead and analysing the area. When she deduced that it was clear and free from any dogs etc. she started making her way towards it.

"I'm making my way to the car now."

"Loud and clear Santana. We've got you both in good sight and sound back here." Tina radioed back.

"Santana! Stop!"

Immediately freezing at Quinn's panicked tone she made sure not to move at all. "What?"

"Camera."

Looking up she followed Quinn's pointed finger up to the corner of the building, seeing a light and a small security camera underneath.

"Looks like the light is motion activated. If we stay out of it's range we should be ok. Just put your hoods up until we're in the shadows next to the car. That way they won't completely see our faces."

Watching as Santana pulled up her hood Marley and Quinn did the same, moving behind Santana who had already started walking again. Being careful to follow her path exactly they made it to the line of cars and crawled in behind them, Santana moving to the front of the queue.

"Ok. I think we're good." She said, breathing out a sigh of relief as she looked over at the camera and pulled her hood back down.

"You sure it can't see us?"

"I don't think so. We should be fine anyway Mar, we've got the police chief on our side."

"Good point."

"Anyway, back to the car."

"It's in pretty good condition considering." Quinn said, looking down at the engine.

"Yeah, are you sure you watched it blow up?" Marley asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she glanced over at Santana.

"I swear to God I watched this thing explode right in front of me. If I had known it wasn't as serious as I thought it was I would have tried to get Jake out."

"Hey, that's in the past. You were under pressure S, and how were you to know it wasn't as big as it looked?" Quinn reassured, squeezing the Latina's shoulder.

"I guess. Come on, we need to get it out of here."

"Yeah, it's definitely his car. See the racing seats and the interior? This was definitely Jake's car, I remember it." Marley stated, glancing inside.

"Yeah, and with most of the car in tact this isn't gonna be as hard as we thought it would be. The only thing gone is the engine. At least we have the wheels to get it on the truck."

"Good eyes Q. Ok, you get the truck and me and Marley will wait here whilst you drive it in. You cool with that?"

The blonde grinned and took the keys that she was offering. "Totally. I'll see you guys in a minute."

"Ok, don't make it any more."

Quinn laughed. "Of course not."

Marley watched as Quinn started walking away and when she was out of sight she turned to Santana. "You ok?"

Snapping out of her daze Santana nodded. "Yeah, of course. Why?"

"You seemed a little distant. I know you probably don't wanna hear this but you know what happened to Jake wasn't your fault right? Cassandra was the one that killed him, not you. You couldn't do anything that night. Things with Puck were getting intense and you were caught in the crossfire."

"I know, it's just that it's still a sore subject. Now that I know Cassandra did kill him and the fact that most of the car is in tact, I just wonder how things would have turned out if I was able to save him."

"It's a risk of the job."

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"Our job – we're drivers. We all get behind the wheel willingly, including me and you. What happens when we're behind those wheels is a risk we gamble against every time we put the keys in our ignitions. Sometimes it's good, like winning or feeling the rush you get from the kick of Nitrous igniting in your engine. Then, sometimes it's bad. I may not be on the front line as much as you but I know that we put our lives at risk for that rush and we keep doing it over and over knowing that one day it might just kill us, even if it's in a single second. That's why you're doing this with us – you're making it right. This car just proves that she did it on purpose and I'm sure that when we get a good look at it we can find out how she did it – sort of like a detective mystery. You can't change what happened Santana, but you can bring justice to Jake, even if he was an ass-hole."

Seeing Marley chuckle at the last line of her pep talk Santana considered it ok to laugh along with her. "Yeah, I guess so. Thank you Marley."

The brunette just shrugged. "Eh, I can give pretty good pep talks too. Come on, bring it in."

At the grin and the open arms Santana allowed Marley to pull her in for a hug, the two of them laughing as they squeezed each other tight. When they pulled apart they turned at the sound of a truck approaching. They relaxed when they saw Quinn jump out of the cab and approach them.

"Hey, everything clear out front?" Santana questioned, already jumping back into the mission frame of mind.

Quinn nodded. "Yep, we just need to find a way to get this thing on the back of the truck without the light sensing us."

Looking up at said light and the security camera Santana spent a few quiet moments rolling it over in her mind before coming up with a plan of action. "Ok, I think that whatever we try to do that light is gonna come on, especially with the truck so here's how it's gonna go down; Quinn, I want you to turn that thing around, back it up as close as you can get it and then as the wheels are all still intact we'll push it all together as close to the back of the truck as possible and then hook it up to the winch. Then we'll pull it up and get the hell up out of here."

"What about the camera?" Marley asked.

"Stay away from it as much as possible. Hoods up, backs to it we should be ok even if the light does come on. You guys ready to go?"

"More than ever." Quinn replied.

Marley nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

"Ok then," Santana grinned, clapping her gloved hands together. "Let's get to it."

Quinn hopped back into the truck and turned it around, backing it up as far as she could. Seeing Santana hold up her hand to stop in the mirror she stopped and waited for her next command. Meanwhile Santana and Marley hooked up the winch to the front of the Shelby as securely as they could before giving Quinn the thumbs up, the blonde hitting the button to pull it in. The chain started moving slowly at first but it started gaining speed and before they knew it the car was three quarters of the way up the ramp.

"Hey!"

Both Santana and Marley's heads snapped up at the sound of the foreign voice and when they saw that it was the owner of the scrap yard they instantly froze.

"Oh shit." Santana gulped.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Santana and Marley remained silent but it was Quinn that shouted back to them as they heard the oncoming sound of the scrap yard's dogs in the distance.

"He's got a shotgun S!"

It was then that Santana jumped into action. "Winch it up fully Q!"

"What?!"

"Just do it!"

Hitting the switch Quinn set it to pull the car up even faster, eventually coming to a stop a few moments later.

"Ok, Rose get in the cab!"

"What about you?!"

"I'm gonna hitch a ride on the back. You got keys?"

Knowing Santana meant the Skyline's keys Marley nodded and quickly reached into her back pocket, throwing them to Santana before rushing around the truck to jump in the cab beside Quinn.

"Mar?!"

"No time Q, just drive!"

"But what about Santana?!"

Glancing in the mirror on her side of the cab Marley saw Santana clamber onto the truck gripping tightly to the Shelby that was far from secured on the truck. "Go!"

Now seeing Santana in her own door mirror Quinn took that as a cue to get going. Her foot hit the gas as quickly as possible and not a moment later there was a loud shot, Santana ducking as the owner fired a shotgun round at them. He fired another and Santana groaned as one of the small pellets hit her in the left arm. Looking down it had only grazed her and she knew it wasn't that major of a wound. It was enough for her to be able to drive and that was all she needed to know. Quinn soon came to the gate and slowed down enough for her to jump off per Marley's instructions, the brunette having guessed what Santana wanted to do when she asked for the key's to the Skyline.

Santana grabbed her back pack that she barely had time to throw onto the truck and hopped off, groaning at the pain in her bicep but gritting her teeth knowing she had to push through it.

"S what are you doing?" Quinn yelled as Santana made her way over to the Skyline and threw the door open.

"I'm gonna be the diversion. Get that car out of her now – we need it."

"But-"

"Q, I wouldn't be telling you if I wasn't sure. My arm's fine, just get back to the garage. I'll shake him and meet you back there."

"Ok, just be careful alright?"

"I'll be fine, you know I will. Now, go!"

Nodding Quinn immediately sped away leaving Santana to deal with the problem they had been confronted with. She had seen his truck as soon as he'd spotted them and she knew that he'd be hot on their tail. As expected the blue Chevy pick up was barrelling towards her as she hopped into the driver's seat. She barely had time to buckle herself into the race harness before shifting it into gear and pealing off. She knew with her arm in it's current condition that if she hadn't she would be in for one hell of a bumpy ride. This way she knew that she'd made it just that little bit less bumpy.

Quinn threw the brakes on as she sped into the yard, just coming to a stop in front of Letty's Plymouth. Immediately the crew were rushing out of the garage, the two women being swarmed as soon as they exited the cab.

"Where's Santana?!" Letty demanded, Quinn and Marley glancing at each other. "Where is she girls?"

"She told us to go!" Quinn confessed, genuinely scared for her life at the glare Letty threw at her.

"And you just left her?!" Brittany demanded, clearly worried for the Latina more than anyone else around her.

"She said go! She had to let us get away with the car. She said she'd be the diversion and she'd meet us back here!" Marley answered, scared more of Brittany than she was of her crew leader.

"We need to go and get her!" Letty steeled, already fishing for her keys in her pocket.

"Maybe not." Rachel said, everybody following her gaze to see a familiar black Skyline pull up and turn into the yard, parking next to the truck.

As soon as she undid the race harness and pulled herself out of the car she was being assaulted. She didn't have to guess who it was though when she smelt the familiar perfume of her girlfriend as she hugged her tight. Arms wrapped around her neck as they kept her in a tight embrace showing no signs of letting go any time soon.

"I was so worried!"

"Britt I'm ok."

"But you're hurt!"

"I know but it's nothing. Just grazed me. See, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere baby." She reassured, pushing Brittany away a little so that she could look at her face to face.

"You shouldn't have done that, especially when you're wounded. Please, promise me!"

"I can't promise it, you know that, but what I can promise is that I'll try. Sorry, I got carried away."

Shaking her head Brittany let their foreheads rest against one another, taking in a breath before opening her eyes and looking directly into Santana's. "Fine, but at least try to stay away from guns?"

Santana laughed. "I'll try. Come here." She whispered, wrapping an arm around Brittany's waist and pulling her closer. She pressed their lips together in a quick but meaningful kiss before pulling away completely, keeping her arm around Brittany's waist as they faced the rest of the crew.

"That was stupid."

"Let-"

"Just don't pull off any of that shit again you hear me? At least not until you're one hundred percent."

"Ok, I've got you."

"Good, now anybody know first aid?"

"I do." Matt offered, stepping up beside her.

"Ok then, patch up Lopez and we'll unload this car."

Santana gasped as Brittany started pulling off her jacket, the severity of the pain now only just making itself known to her. Brittany slowed her movements and pressed a kiss to the side of her head before continuing, placing it down on an empty crate beside her and rolling up Santana's t-shirt sleeve as she tried to ignore the amount of blood that had ran down her arm.

"Hey, Britt look at me." Once Brittany's eyes were upon hers Santana smiled. "It's just a graze. I'm fine."

"She's right, it looks a lot worse than it really is. Looks like a stray shotgun shell hit you."

"Yep, that would be right."

"It's only hit the surface and it hasn't managed to go too deep. I should be able to clean this out right here but it's gonna need a few stitches."

Santana nodded. "Ok do whatever you've gotta do Matt."

"In that case I suggest you hold onto something – tight. This might sting a little."

Immediately Brittany was clutching her hand before she even had a chance to look around for something. Looking up Santana smiled and let Brittany place a kiss to the top of her head, the motion soothing her as Matt readied himself for what came next.

"¿Qué mierda! ¡Hijo de puta! Esa mierda duele!"

Everybody who was in the garage looked up at the sound of Santana's yell, the Latina groaning as Matt continued to dab at her arm.

"I thought you said that it was only going to sting a little?!"

"Santana, come on, you were hit by a stray shotgun pellet. It's gonna hurt. You were lucky it didn't get lodged in there. Now that would have hurt. Stop being a baby." Matt reasoned, turning back to the first aid kit and grabbing what he needed next.

All Santana did was stick her tongue out and continue to mumble causing Brittany to let out a quiet chuckle as she kissed the top of her head soothingly once again.

"Ok, I just need to cover it with gauze and just to make sure I want to wrap it up with bandage."

"Fine but will it hurt?"

"No, it won't hurt Santana." He replied sarcastically but with a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Go on then."

Matt looked up and shared an amused smile with Brittany before completing the final step. Once her arm was covered in gauze and then wrapped in bandage he smiled and patted her on the good shoulder.

"There, all done."

"Whatever."

Matt rolled his eyes as he pulled off his gloves, Brittany laughing as she let Santana tug her over to where the Shelby now sat in the main work area.

"Ok, so what have we got?"

"So this thing needs a lot less work than I thought it would."

"That's a good thing S. The only thing that really needs the bulk of our attention is the engine."

"Yeah, we're gonna have to replace it completely."

"Like Holly said she's putting her feelers out as soon as possible so we can pick an engine up quickly. That way we can get it in, assess what needs to be done and modify it as we need to."

Santana nodded. "I know. Do you have any idea what Jake had under the hood before it exploded?"

"Only from vague memory. I know he had some expensive shit packed into every available space he could find. Then again he was Puck's brother."

"Do you wanna write down those things and we can get started on working up a list?"

"Cool. Anything else?"

"Yeah, in the meantime whilst we wait for the engine do you wanna come up with a separate list for interior so that Rachel and Britt start work on it?"

"Sure, I'll also talk to Quinn about a roll cage."

"Good. I'm sure you've got paint covered?"

Marley grinned. "Of course."

Santana laughed and turned to the car. "Well then, I think we've got everything covered – at least for now until the engine arrives."

"I think so too. Oh, and there's one more thing..."

Santana turned back to Marley. "Ok, shoot."

"I was thinking about something, especially these past few weeks. I have an idea."

"Ok, what is it?"

"This car clearly needs a lot of work. I was thinking, maybe if you're down, we could come up with a plan to raise the money together."

"What, as in a partnership kind of thing?"

Marley nodded. "Kind of. I was thinking maybe we could race together to earn the cash to buy the parts. What do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea."

"You do?"

Santana nodded. "Of course. When do you wanna start?"

"As soon as possible."

"Great. Hit up Blaine and tell him to keep it on the down-low. That way it's a surprise for the rest of the crew."

"I like the sound of that. I'll do it now."

"Oh, and Mar?"

The other brunette looked up from her phone. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for considering me."

"No problem."

"I must say Fabray, you did a good job."

"I can't take all the credit. You helped too."

Santana shrugged. "Eh, we both worked together." She replied with a smile as the two of them stood back admiring both the NSX and the RX7 with their new body kits fitted to what a perfectionist like Quinn and Santana would call 'perfection'.

"Speaking of...Rose, over here!"

Looking up at the sound of Quinn's voice Marley whispered something to Tina before walking over to the two women.

"Yeah?"

"You ready to paint these?"

Glancing back at the cars in question Marley nodded and turned back to them. "Of course, I've been waiting to give Kurt the call for weeks."

"It wasn't that long." Santana reasoned.

Marley rolled her eyes and tapped Santana in the shoulder, the Latina gasping as her gunshot wound was touched. "Oooh, sorry." Marley winced, although by the way it looked to both Santana and Quinn they were pretty sure she had done it on purpose.

"You know you're gonna pay for that right?" Santana questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Marley shrugged. "Try it Lopez."

"You shouldn't have done that." Quinn said, biting back a smile.

"You know my girlfriend, my very protective girlfriend, is just over there right? All I need to do is call over to her."

Marley followed Santana's gaze and watched as Brittany looked up. Smiling at the blonde she turned back to Santana. "On second thoughts..."

"That's what I thought."

"Anyway, back to why I called you over here... Marley what do you wanna do about the body kit? Did you and Santana get any further after we all left last night?"

"No, not really. She just told me to look around and see if there was anything that I wanted. Why?"

"I know for a fact that this car is particularly difficult when it comes to picking out a body kit. I can understand why though, the stock is a classic but I know for a fact that the one that Jake installed, or what's left of it, is the typical aftermarket 'Eleanor' one. I was just wondering what you wanted to do."

Turning her head around slightly Marley looked over at the Shelby. "I guess I like classic stock kits but then again most of the time they're easier to repair. Uh, why don't you draw up something that's unique? One that's easy for you to fix since you're the one working on it."

Quinn turned to Santana who shrugged and then turned back again. "Ok, sounds good. Anything you wanna add to that? To give me an idea of the styling?"

"I don't know...diffusers? Struts? A track racing wing on the back?"

"Ok, let me get to it and I'll draw it up."

"Anything else?"

"No, I think that's it." Santana replied.

"Good, then let's get back to work ladies."

Santana shrugged at Quinn and started making her way over to where Brittany was working with Dani and Letty. Quinn shook herself out of her daze and made her way over to where Rachel was stood around her RX7 with Mia and Tina.

Brittany walked into the living room to find Santana sat in one of the arm chairs looking out over the city and flipping through Holly's Racer's Edge shop catalogue. She continued over to her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rested her hands on the Latina's shoulders.

"Hey."

Santana looked up from what she was doing and smiled. "Hey."

"How's your arm?"

She followed Brittany's gaze down to said arm and shrugged. "It aches but it's ok."

"You up for a bandage change?"

"Sure, why not? I haven't got anything better to do. Where do you want me?"

"Bedroom?"

"Sounds good."

Santana stood up and after pressing a kiss to Brittany's cheek she followed the blonde to their bedroom. Brittany directed Santana to sit down on the end and once she had done as told she made her way to their en-suite bathroom where they kept the dressings that Matt had given them. It didn't take her long to find what she needed and soon she was exiting back into their bedroom to find Santana staring out the bayside window. Seeing the familiar look on her face Brittany put the medical supplies down on the bed beside her and made her way over to the dresser. She pulled her iPod from her pocket and put it on the dock, pressing play before making her way back to Santana.

Ahhh invader
Look at you
Do you even know who you are?
Do you even know what's true?
You know you're wrong, you know you're wrong. you know you're wrong
So fuckin' wrong, you're so damn wrong
You did me wrong
And you do it again, and you do it and you do it again...

"What are you thinking about?" She asked as she sat down next to her, placing a hand on her forearm and internally grinning at the fact that Santana was wearing a tank top (it would make changing the bandages that much easier).

"Nothing much." She replied, turning her gaze away from the city view.

"Santana..."

Brittany heard a sigh and felt the Latina relax under her hands. "I'm sorry." Santana replied after a few moments of silence.

"What for?"

"Getting shot. Every time I seem to be getting better and closer to what I was before I got shot I always get thrown back five steps."

"Yeah but you keep coming back. Just like you will after this. I'm just glad I'm here for you this time."

Santana looked up the second she heard the other woman's tone change. "Britt...you couldn't be blamed for last time. You were angry, you had every right to be. I'm just glad you're here now. I have someone to look after me."

"But your abuela looked after you last time."

"I know, but you're different Brittany."

"How?"

"You're my girlfriend – the woman I love. That's a big difference. I have someone to hold me at night when I can't breathe from the nightmares and I have someone who I can talk to to get what I'm feeling off my chest. Plus it's not awkward when I'm getting my bandages changed."

Brittany smiled at the last part, wrapping the last part of the fresh bandage around Santana's arm. "Ok, all done. Oh, and Santana?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. I'm honoured to be your special person."

"Same here."

Brittany nodded and turned around heading back into the bathroom to put away the remaining medical supplies. When she was done she exited the room once again and saw Santana yawning and rubbing at her eyes.

"Tired?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"You wanna go to bed?"

Santana looked down at her watch and yawned again before looking back up at Brittany. "Yeah, I guess so."

Five minutes later and they were changed into their pyjamas but just as Santana was about to slide into her side of the bed Brittany stopped her.

"Britt?"

"Other side."

"Why-"

Brittany didn't reply, instead pushing her down into what was her side of the bed. Luckily Santana didn't fight her, probably due to how tired she was, and she slid into the empty space beside her.

"Open your arms."

Doing as told Santana opened her arms and Brittany cuddled into her, the Latina soon getting the idea and wrapping her own around the blonde tightly.

"Could you explain why I'm on the opposite side of the bed?"

"I wanted you to hold me but I didn't want you to hurt your arm. This way I'm not crushing it by laying on it."

Santana smiled and kissed he top of her head softly, Brittany snuggling into her more at the action. Letting her head rest on the top of Brittany's, inhaling her sweet smelling shampoo, she turned her gaze back to the city as sleep began taking a deeper hold on her. She felt her eyelids drooping more and more at the simple feeling of Brittany laying on top of her, their legs intertwined, and the soft touch of Brittany's fingers trailing back and forth over her bandage. She had to admit as she finally gave into sleep that nothing felt better to her in her entire life than in that moment.

Song used: Tinashe - 'Wrong'

TBC