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Hello! This update is short but at least there is an update this week. This is probably how things are going to go from now on, especially on this last stretch of plot leading up to Race Wars and the end of the actual story, so I hope you enjoy it and can bare with me!

Thank you to all my new followers, reviewers, and various other Fast Lane lovers, I appreciate the love, you know I do, and I will see you next week! Peace! :D

"Oh come on, he didn't."

Brittany laughed. "He did. Despite my mom's warnings he didn't listen and the next moment he was face down on the floor, Lord Tubbington sat on top of him purring and flicking his tail back and forth happily."

Santana laughed aloud but restricted it enough so that the people sat near their table didn't look at her funny. "That's funny."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, your dad sounds like a comical guy. I bet he embarrassed you a lot when you were a kid huh?"

"You don't even know the half of it." Brittany mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

Santana chuckled. "I think I've got a pretty good idea."

"Telling you about it isn't as good as seeing it in person. I'm sure he'd love to meet you."

"I'd like to meet him too-" She was cut off by her phone ringing, reaching into her pocket to retrieve it and sliding her finger across the screen to answer. "Hello?"

"Santana, it's Roz."

"Oh, hi. Is there something you need?"

"Yes. What are you doing right now?"

Santana glanced over at Brittany just as the blonde was placing a shrimp into her mouth. "I'm on a date with Brittany at Breadstix. Why?"

"Think you could cut that date short?"

"If there was a good enough reason. What's wrong?"

"I got a tip about an hour ago and we need to move on it whilst it's still hot."

"A tip? What about?"

"The R8."

"And there it is. What do you need us to do?"

"I need you to meet us at the Chinatown food market."

"Us?"

"Yes. I have Miss. Corcoran with me and Miss. Ortiz is on the way already."

"Ok, right now?"

"Preferably."

"Then we're on our way."

"Thank you Santana."

"No problem. We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Good. I'll see you soon. Goodbye Santana."

"Bye Roz."

Brittany watched as Santana ended the call across from her, the blonde wiping her hands on a red napkin. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, you feel like making a trip to Chinatown to meet Roz?"

"Right now?"

"Yep, right now."

There was a brief pause before Brittany responded. "Ok but the moment we get home you're making it up to me."

Santana smirked at the familiar glint in her girlfriend's eyes, reaching across the table and taking her hand into her own. "Of course I am."

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

"I'm sure you will."

"Good, I guess we'd better get out of here."

Once they'd paid the bill the two women made their way outside and over to Santana's Supra, the Latina unlocking it and opening the door.

"So, why are we heading downtown?"

"Roz got a lead on the R8. She's got Shelby with her and Letty's on her way."

"What does she think we're gonna find? What's the plan?" Brittany asked as she strapped herself into the passenger side bucket seat.

Santana shrugged as she slid the keys into the ignition to fire the car up. "I don't know but whatever it is it's urgent."

"Then you'd better put your foot down."

"I was thinking the same thing."

20 Minutes later and Santana was pulling up at the entrance to the Chinatown food market, Roz's cheery red BMW parked in a diagonal parking bay next to Letty's Plymouth and a black Ford Explorer. After Santana had parked in the empty space next to Letty's car she and Brittany got out and pulled off their jackets and made their way over to the police chief who was stood with Letty, Shelby and Matt.

"Ladies, only five minutes late." Roz smirked.

Santana rolled her eyes at her friend's mischievous look. "Whatever. We were at Breadstix and the traffic got bad on the way back into town."

"Whatever it was you're here now and you can finally tell us what this is about." Letty stated, turning her gaze on Roz.

"Sorry, I needed you all here to hear it in person instead of over the phone. I got a tip earlier today saying that Puckerman and Cassandra had been seen with the R8 in a garage on the outskirts of town."

"Ok so why are we in Chinatown then?"

"I'm getting to that Miss. Ortiz. We're here because we need to stay out of sight. If Puck sees our cars he'll know we're near and on to him and he'll flee the first chance he gets taking the R8 with him, hence the inconspicuous SUV. Matt is going to watch our cars here whilst we drive to the garage."

"And what are we gonna do there?" Brittany asked.

"Good question. We're going to go over there and check out this garage."

"So we're basically gonna break in to see if the car's in there?"

"Santana you just hit the nail on the head. Yes, but we're going to try and make it look as if we were never there. We get in, clear the garage, and get out. If the cars there I'll call one of my officer's and place them on surveillance. If it's not, then we continue on with our main plan until Race Wars and get it that way."

"What if this is just a trick? How do you know this tip is solid?" Shelby asked, arms crossed over her chest as she raised an eyebrow at the police chief.

"I have a confidential informant who I've worked with for many years. If they say they saw something then they sure as hell did."

"Ok so are we planning to head over there as soon as possible?"

"Yes Santana. If you would all like to make your way to the Ford Explorer we'll make our way over there."

With Roz and Shelby sat up front Letty was about to get into the very last seat in the back of the SUV when Brittany stopped her. "I'll get in the rear seat."

Letty frowned at her crew member. "Are you sure?"

Brittany nodded. "Yeah. I don't need to sit near the front to talk to Roz or Shelby."

"Ok."

Brittany got in and it wasn't long before Santana and Letty were following after her. Once everybody had clipped their seatbelts on Roz was pulling out of the parking space and driving out onto the main road.

"Is anybody gonna explain to me why this is a good idea?"

"It's not Miss. Ortiz. That's why it's only us five."

"But I know Puckerman better than anyone. Who's to say we're not walking into a trap? Who knows what kinda crazy security measure's he could have in place. What if he catches us?"

"That's not going to happen." Shelby affirmed, speaking for the first time since they'd gotten into the car.

"What makes you so sure?" Santana asked.

Roz cut in before Shelby could answer. "Because we all know how to get out of a tight situation if it goes south. Plus I have a gun. If I give the word you run and don't look back, simple as. I can then call for back up and Puck won't even make it out of the garage before the whole brute force of Lima's police department is on his ass."

"I hope you can stick to that Roz."

"Oh, trust me I will Miss. Pierce, I will."

Looking over her shoulder Santana shared a knowing look with Brittany. They had each other's backs, they weren't going to let Puck get anywhere near them.

"This is the place." Roz announced, pulling the car up to the side-walk across the street from an unmarked garage and putting it in park as she killed the engine.

Everybody hopped out of the car and made their way across the street following Roz's lead and climbing up over the fence. They followed her across the short yard and used the ladder on the side of the building to make their way up to the roof, Roz already picking out one of the skylights in the center.

"What are we planning to do now?" Santana asked.

"We're going in through the roof."

"But what if we can't get out again?"

"This garage ceiling isn't as high as you would expect. We'll get in and out easily if need be." Turning her attentions back to the skylight she missed the worried glance Brittany then shared with Santana.

"Ok ladies, let's go."

Continuing to follow her lead they all slid in through the skylight and down into the garage below, using their phone's flash-lights to look around the darkened room. Santana helped Brittany down and with an understanding nod they split up to go and investigate the rest of the garage.

"Yo, Ortiz." Santana called, using her light to shine over something. When Letty moved over to her she pointed to what was in front of them. "There's no engines."

Letty frowned as she shone her own light on the engine-less car in front of her. "What are they planning on racing with? Hopes and dreams?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is they're sneaky as shit and they've got enough money to buy anything."

"The cars-"

Brittany held up a hand to stop Shelby from talking.

"Britt? What is it?" Santana probed, coming to stand next to her girlfriend.

"Someone's coming."

Before any one of them could respond they heard the sound of approaching engines. "Alright we've got company. Let's go!" Letty hollered, everybody following her towards the back of the garage just as the doors at the front of the garage opened.

Despite nearly getting caught Brittany sent Santana a grateful smile when she felt the Latina's hand comfortingly placed on her lower back. Looking back at the garage door two cars pulled in, a third close behind. The first was Puck's Charger and the second was Cassandra's Mercedes, the third just visible enough to let them know that it was Brody's yellow Corvette. They watched on quietly as they all got out of their cars, Brody pushing an old man over to where Puck was stood in the center of the garage.

"Come on, move!" Cassandra demanded, holding up a gun to his head and shoving him forwards in front of Puck.

"Let me ask you a question Sidney. Do you see anything wrong here?"

The man they now knew as Sidney eyed the gun out of the corner of his eye before looking back at Puck. "No."

The crew leader closed the gap between them and in a sudden move he had him by the back of the neck and was forcing him down so that his head was now in the empty engine bay. "We've got no engines do we?!"

"No!"

"Do we?!"

"No!"

"Do we?!"

"No!"

"Hmm, I'm sure three missing supercar engines will be a nice insurance policy right before Race Wars huh?" Puck sneered, knowing that the next lie that came out of Sidney's mouth would indicate that he knew exactly what that statement meant and that they were onto him.

"Sure."

"Right... what are you feeling Cass? Forty weight? Fifty weight?"

Cassandra smirked as she watched Puck take off his jacket and prop it up on top of an empty toolbox. "Hmm... a forty weight sounds nice."

Again he was moving suddenly and before Sidney knew it he was being thrown to the floor and had Puck's knee to his chest holding him down. Puck reached up blindly behind him and as expected Cassandra handed him the pump, the crew leader shoving the nozzle into Sidney's mouth. Unbeknownst to them the people watching at the back of the garage were all wincing knowing what was about to happen.

As if by non-verbal communication Cassandra didn't need Puck to say out loud what he wanted her to do, she just pumped.

"Where are they Sidney? Where are they?!"

"Enough!" He gargled out, his entire face now covered in oil as he struggled to breathe.

"Where are they?"

"They're in a warehouse! They're in a warehouse!"

Having the information he needed Puck looked down at the man in disgust and then at his own oil covered hands before standing up and making his way over to one of the engine-less cars, Brody's Koenigsegg. As he lent up against it Santana's eyes started to wander around the room and she couldn't help the familiarity as she glanced at certain areas, especially the garage door that they had come in through. She didn't have time to dwell though when she heard Puck's voice again, turning her attentions back to the crew leader.

"Sidney, kiss my shoes."

The mechanic looked up from where he was resting on his knees, oil dripping down his face and staining his shirt and the concrete. Deciding not to disobey him he crawled forwards slowly, Cassandra's gun still trained on him, and came to a stop in front of Puck. Swiftly Puck's booted foot connected with his stomach and he was wheezing, falling to the floor as he grunted in pain.

"Brody, hang him up." Puck ordered, dusting his hands together on a rag as realization hit Santana.

"I know this place."

Brittany turned to her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?" She whispered in question, her eyes flickering from Puck and back to the Latina again.

"This is where they took me. This is where they beat me after Jake died."

Before Brittany had chance to respond Cassandra was speaking up for the first time, cutting off Puck's order. "Don't, we don't have any time for games tonight."

"But you love games." Puck argued.

Cassandra shrugged as she varied her gaze between him and Sidney who was still hunched over on the floor. "I do but I think that he's learned his lesson, at least for now. Isn't that right Sidney?"

Looking up and at the gun still in the blonde's hand he nodded. "Yes."

"You'd better be right. I want those engines back in these cars within the week. If not she's not going to be as forgiving when it comes to the use of that gun. Let's go and leave him to clean up this fucking mess. Sam wants to talk to us about something back at the garage."

"What's it about?" Cassandra asked as she walked alongside him towards the open door of the garage.

"How to finally fucking beat Letty's crew."

"Yeah, as if him of all people has got a viable fucking plan. He had better have a good one Puckerman, I'm sick of losing to that bitch and her lap dog Lopez."

"I know you are, you just have to be patient. Just wait until they see us at Race Wars, they won't know what fucking hit them until it's too late."

"I like the sound of that."

Once they'd left and the door had closed and the sound of engines could be heard disappearing in the distance Roz came out of cover and the rest followed, the police chief making her way over to the mechanic who was still recovering from Puck's brutal attack on the floor.

"Mr. Greene, are you ok?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Lima Police Chief Roz Washington." She smiled reassuringly, offering her hand and helping him up.

"Sidney Greene. How come you didn't step in?"

"Because if Mr. Puckerman had caught us we would have been compromised."

"Who are the rest of you?"

"I'm Letty Ortiz, rival crew leader and this is Santana Lopez, who no doubt you've heard of, Brittany S. Pierce, one of my other drivers, and-"

"Shelby?"

Letty frowned, her eyes flickering between him and the woman in question. "You two know each other?"

Shelby nodded. "Yes. Me and Sidney worked together back before we started working with Burt. He used to be our team mechanic before we switched when he retired. How come you're back on the scene and working for Puck?"

Sidney smiled gratefully at Roz who handed him a towel. "I had retired but Puck forced me back into it. He threatened to hurt my family if I didn't agree to work for him. He's had me running back and forth between all of his crew's cars ever since Santana came back on the Lima racing circuit a few months ago. He keeps me in the shadows."

"I'm not surprised he picked you, you were considered the best."

"That I was, apparently that's still so. Anyway, what are you doing here?"

"I can answer that." Roz interjected. "I got a tip earlier today from a CI that Shelby's R8 had been spotted here."

"That's right, it was, but she moved it. Drove out of here earlier in it and came back in her Mercedes."

"Do you have any idea where she might have taken it?"

"No, I'm sorry. They keep me in the dark about those things. By now I've learned not to ask either her or Puck too many questions."

"Good call. Would you be willing to feed us any information you get regarding them and the rest of their crew?"

"What, like an informant?"

"Yes, like an informant. Under the radar so that he doesn't know."

"That sounds ok I guess, anything to help Shelby and the rest of you win against him at Race Wars."

"Good, I'll call you with the details."

"I look forward to it." He smiled, taking the offered hand and shaking it.

As they finished up with Sidney Santana wandered over to the now-closed garage door and looked up at the hook in the ceiling and down at the concrete. Brittany soon joined her by her side, following her gaze down to the floor. What she saw made her blood run cold.

"Is that...?"

Santana nodded. "Yeah, my blood."

Brittany continued to look at the dark red stain in the concrete. "Is that what you meant by this place looking familiar?"

"Yeah."

"That night when they took you and beat you up after Jake died, they brought you here and chained you to the ceiling?"

"Yeah, they strung me up and took their turns beating me."

Just saying those words and looking down at the blood stain on the floor instantly transferred Santana back to that night, flashes flooding her mind.

"This is for choosing that bitch Ortiz over me!"

"And this is for killing my brother!"

"You were there and you let him die!"

"She's all yours."

"This is for taking Brittany away from me!"

Just as she was remembering Rory wrapping his hands around her neck and choking her Brittany was shaking her back to reality.

"Santana!"

"Huh?"

"I said are you alright? You zoned out on me."

"Sorry, I was just remembering."

"You don't have to. We got you to the hospital safe and you're still here. This blood stain means nothing."

"But it does Britt, I bled for everything including something I never did."

"And you know that. You're strong, you remained strong that night and look where you are now. I know what you mean though."

"You do?"

Brittany nodded, reaching out her hand and smoothing up and down over Santana's shirt-clad bicep. "You bled for me."

"Britt-"

"It's ok, what's done is done. We've both shed blood for each other, it's one of the reasons why we're here. Come here."

Instead of fighting it, knowing that she was right, Santana fell into Brittany's embrace and let the blonde hold her close. That night hadn't been easy, she'd provoked both Puck and Rory and shed her own blood as the consequence, but if she hadn't she wouldn't be as strong as she was today, that much was the truth. It still hurt but it was a wound that had long since healed, that didn't mean it didn't ache from time to time though.

"You're strong." Brittany whispered as she pulled away, her hands cupping Santana's jaw as she pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Ladies, let's get out of here before Mr. Puckerman returns. We have some thinking to do."

"Duty calls."

Santana sighed, letting her forehead rest against her girlfriend's for a few quiet moments. "Yeah, I guess it does."

Mia yawned as she padded out of the house and towards the garage where she could clearly see that the lights were on, indicating that someone was in there. She knew who though. She'd woken up to an empty bed, it could only be one person. Holding her hand over her mouth she yawned again and opened the door, sliding in and pulling her robe around herself tighter as she shivered at the cool night air.

"Letty?"

The basketball-clad legs slid out from under the car and Letty appeared as she wiped her hands on an already dirtied rag. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Couldn't you sleep?"

The Latina shrugged but she knew very well that Mia knew the answer. Whenever insomnia hit her hard she'd come out here to tinker. It usually meant she had something on her mind that needed to be thrown out into the open.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not particularly."

"You know I'm gonna ask anyway right?"

"Yep." She replied, already back under the car tweaking something. Mia didn't mind the loss of eye contact, she had found it was easier for Letty to talk about things if she let her restless hands worry over something out of sight whilst they talked.

"It's about the other night isn't it? About Puck and the garage?"

"Yeah. He was brutal Mia. I knew he was crazy but damn. At least I didn't beat Santana when she showed up at the garage after everything that went down."

"That's because you're different."

"Yeah but still, knowing that he also brought her there to beat her up that night after Jake died, it just sends chills down my spine. I can't help but feel a little intimidated by it."

"Is there a reason why you feel like that?"

"I don't know. At first I thought it was because I just hadn't seen his brutality up close for a long time but now knowing that that's what he's doing just so that he can beat us, I'm worried what lengths he'll go to the more desperate he gets. I almost want to pull the crew out of Race Wars and not do this thing at all."

"You'd do that? Pull us out when we've worked so hard for it?"

"I know it sounds cruel Mia but the moment he becomes a physical threat to me and the rest of my crew, my family, that's the day I back off. He's usually all bark and no bite as are the rest of his punk ass drivers but this time I don't think he's playing, at least not after what I saw the other night."

"Letty, can I say something?"

"Sure."

"I know that reason is valid but don't let him scare you."

"Mia-"

"It's true, I know it scares you. You don't need to say it out loud for me to know it Letty. It's ok to be scared by these things but after he won last year, after what he put Santana and all the rest of us through, we all deserve a shot at turning the tables on him."

Letty rolled out from under the car and wiped her hands for a second time as she sat up, motioning for Mia to join her. Padding her feet across the cold floor of the garage Mia carefully placed herself on Letty's lap, letting the Latina wrap her arms around her waist.

"I want to give you all a shot, I just don't want any of you getting hurt in the process."

"And we won't but if we do then it will just be another addition to our current collection of battle scars. For at least one night Letty, you can be scared. It's ok, I'm here."

Instead of getting a verbal response Mia felt Letty's head rest against her chest, the only sound their combined breathing. She didn't know how long it was until the Latina spoke again, the silence feeling long but comforting, and let her hand rest on the back of her neck.

"Thank you."

"Hmm, you're welcome." She smiled, pulling the other woman in for a kiss. When they pulled away, their foreheads still resting together Mia looked over her girlfriend's shoulder to the car behind her. "Do you wanna tell Santana about your project?"

Glancing over her own shoulder at her pride and joy Letty shrugged and turned back to the other woman. "Maybe. We'll see what happens when she gets me my car."

Santana groaned as she heard her phone buzzing on the nightstand next to her head. Blinking her eyes open and letting them adjust to the darkness of the room she glanced down to see Brittany's head resting her chest, the blonde's hand clutched tightly and protectively around her waist whilst Lord Tubbington rested at the bottom of the bed. Blindly reaching up the best she could without disturbing her sleeping girlfriend she grabbed the offending object and slid her finger across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Santana Lopez?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"That's not important. You want a Subaru BRZ for Brittany?"

Frowning Santana was suddenly more awake, the digitally altered voice a little unsettling. "Maybe. Who is this?"

"I said it's not important. What's important is that you have a window to obtain the car for your girlfriend. Are you in?"

"Maybe."

"It's either yes or no."

Santana paused, looking down at the sleeping woman on her chest before sighing and making her decision with a sigh. "Yes."

"Good. Head over to the storage depot on the edge of town. You know the one?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Head over there and park your car out of sight. Hidden away is a car that is made specifically for your task. Don't ask questions, the keys are on the hood."

"Ok. Is it only me or can I bring someone with me?"

"You're allowed to bring only one person with you, but it's got to be a two woman job and it's got to stay that way. It can't be Miss. Pierce."

Santana sighed, the gears already turning in her head. "Ok, I'll text someone to meet me there. Is there anything else?"

"Wear all black and make sure you have something that covers your faces. Once you're in the car I've provided follow the directions on the navigation system and when you see the truck with 'Rodgers' written on the side you've got the right one. You then go from there of your own accord. What happens after you reach that truck is up to you."

"Wait, why are you doing this?"

"Let's just say I'm an interested party hoping that someone other than Mr. Puckerman doesn't win at Race Wars. That's all you need to know. Good luck Santana. Oh, and by the way..."

"Yeah?"

"You can keep the car I've given you when the job's done, if you make it back that is. Consider it a gift from one street racer to another."

"How can I trust you?"

"You can't. If it's confirmation you want you won't find it but if it gives you some kind of reassurance I'm an old friend of Letty's crew. That's all you need to do, now you have a choice to make Santana."

As the line went dead the Latina frowned in confusion, her phone still clutched in her hand as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Shaking her head she didn't know whether to believe it or not. It seemed kind of sudden. Then again when wasn't anything other than that in her life? She guessed she'd never know. Looking down at Brittany she knew it would hurt to keep this from her but she'd have to think quickly of all the things she would need if she was going to pull this off and get back safely in one piece. She had a call to make to a certain blonde. Sometimes she really wished her life wasn't so complicated.

Ohh, who's Santana going to pick? Who's the mysterious person on the other end of the phone? What's she going to tell Brittany? (Please don't hate me for this cliffhanger!)

TBC