A/N: Hey guys, another chapter for you. I know a lot of you guys reviewed and I was going to do individual replies here, but I've not been feeling too good recently and barely managed to get this chapter out. I apologise for any spelling mistakes or anything because I haven't had the time to go through it. Hope you enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think in the reviews section. Thank you all as always for your reviews both here and on twitter. I appreciate each and every one of you. Enough from me, hope you enjoy the chapter :)

"Mama, why do you and Miss Pierce look so serious?" Anna asked as she wandered down the stairs in a semi sleepy state, rubbing at her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep but she knew it was still dark outside so it couldn't have been that long.

"Anna, what are you doing up?" Santana asked, looking at her watch to make sure she hadn't lost a few hours along the way.

"I heard you guys talking, and I couldn't sleep. What's wrong mama?" Anna asked, as she walked further into the room and sat on her mothers lap.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you. Brittany and I were just talking about some stuff." Santana tried to explain.

"What stuff?" Anna asked, rubbing at her eyes again. She looked so adorable in her baby blue, frozen onesie, and she was clearly still sleepy.

"Adult stuff." Santana said, tucking a loose strand of her behind her little girls ear.

"Mom!" Anna whined, "You always say that when you don't wanna explain something to me. It's not fair." she added.

"Hey munchkin, your mom and I were just talking about how special we think you are and how I love having you in my class. You gave us a scare with that peanut allergy, and it made us worry about you. Your mom just doesn't wanna admit how much of a big softie she is, and how much it scared her." Brittany tried, hoping the semi truth would help make what she was saying sound believeable to the child.

Anna looked between her mother and Brittany, her little mind was working, trying to decide if she believed what she was hearing. She knew her mom liked to be seen as a badass, so feeling so vulnerable was probably something she didn't want to talk about too much.

"Is that why you guys look so serious? Because you're worried about me?" Anna asked.

Brittany and Santana shared a look before they both nodded.

"Well, I'm okay now. And now we know about the allergy, I have my epipen. I'm okay." Anna said, hoping to please her mother and her teacher.

Santana pulled Anna closer and hugged her a little tighter. She loved this little girl more than anything. The thought that someone may be trying to get to her, scared her more than she was willing to admit. She would do anything and everything to protect her.

"You should be in bed, baby. Let's go." Santana said, making a move to stand and take Anna back to bed.

"Mama, can I have a story before I go to sleep?" Anna asked, leaning her head on her mothers shoulder.

"Sure, but just a short one, it's late. You need to sleep." Santana replied.

"Mama, can Brittany read to me instead?" Anna asked then, stopping Santana in her tracks.

"Uh, Anna, Brittany has to leave soon. I can read to you?" Santana tried to reason.

"Uh-uh. I want Brittany. Please, mama?" Anna asked, pulling her head from where it had been resting on her mothers shoulder to look her in the eye. She knew her mother would fold if she gave her that trademark look.

"I don't mind?" Brittany offered.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked, as she looked between her little girl and the blonde.

"Yeah, I love reading to kids. I do it all the time." Brittany mused.

Santana kissed Anna on the head, before handing her over to Brittany.

"Take care of her." Santana asked, the pleading look in her eyes speaking volumes to Brittany.

"Always." Brittany answered, as she made her way towards the stairs.

"Goodnight, mama." Anna called.

"Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams." Santana answered.

"It's me. I've found the child and the woman. Which one do you want me to focus on?"

"The child was a means to an end. She was never the purpose. Our target has always been the woman. The child may come in handy at a later date, as a means to get to the woman. But your main target is the woman. Don't let her out of your sight."

"Yes, ma'am. Also, just in case you guys are interested, the blonde that was hired to find the child, she seems to be getting close to the targets. She's been at the house for several hours."

"We no longer have a use for her, she served her purpose. Although, she could be useful as an asset, to use against the agent. I'll assign another member of The Family to take care of her. You stick with the woman."

"For the family."

"Always for the family."

Santana found herself dropping Anna off at school reluctantly, the next day. She trusted Brittany would look after her little girl, and she knew she had things to do. She had to check in with the agency and see what new information they had for her, if any.

Brittany had gotten Anna back to sleep the previous night, and had told Santana that she could trust her with the little girl. She was there to help them, whatever they needed, whenever they needed it. The two had shared in a moment last night, a moment of unspoken promises and declarations of trust and caring on both sides.

Santana watched as Anna raced to the front door of the school building, and met up with the blonde. She felt herself smile, and something inside her felt relaxed. She knew she could trust Brittany and she knew Anna was safe with her. Santana rolled the car window down and waved at both Anna and Brittany, before she drove off.

Less than thirty minutes later, Santana was back at her HQ. To the outside world, it was a twenty story office building, with several different companies housed inside. The top three floors belonging to the company the CIA had created as their cover. Santana swiped in her access card on the ground floor and walked through the big main foyer. The building was as busy as ever, with several people mulling around, looking at signs to find out what floor they needed, and people at the main reception desk. Santana always scanned the crowd. It was something she had been taught in her training. Scan the crowd, assess any potential danger.

When she got to the elevator bank, Santana walked to the third of the four elevators on the right hand side. There were four more on the opposite side, but the last two on the right had something the other six didn't. Santana pressed the call button and waited for the elevator to come down. As she waited, she saw two women and a man standing at the first elevator, also waiting to make their way up to their floor. The two women seemed to be making small talk, and from what she could hear Santana assumed they worked together. The man standing behind them though was completely silent. He stood with a brown leather briefcase in his left hand, and he stood entirely still. Santana wondered if something was wrong, she assessed him as a threat but almost instantly dismissed it. She figured he was just a weird guy in a suit, waiting for an elevator. Maybe he had a job interview on one of the other seventeen floors.

When the elevator dinged to alert Santana to it's arrival, she stepped on to the elevator and paused. She wanted to make sure she was alone before she did what she was about to do. When the elevator doors finally closed a few seconds later, and she was alone, Santana stepped up to the panel that held the buttons. She dialled in a five digit code, using the floor numbers, and swiped her access card across the small camera above the number panel. A second later, she bent just a little so she was at eye level, and stood for several seconds as the camera took a retinal scan. When that was done, she stepped back and pushed the button for the top floor.

The elevator rose, slowly. Santana's code over rode any buttons calling for the elevator on any of the other floors, so it was a straight journey, none stop to the top floor. When Santana looked up she saw that she'd just passed the twentieth floor. The floor the general public thought was the top floor. But of course it wasn't. The CIA had another floor at the top of the building concealed from the general public. It's what made it such a good place for them to put the field headquarters there.

Santana stepped off the elevator when it came to it's final stop, and saw the familiar red head sitting at her desk. The woman looked like a regular secretary. It often amused Santana how regular the red head looked, because she was often undermined and it had cost a few people their lives, on the odd occcasion. No, the red head certainly didn't look like a trained killer, and that's what made her perfect for the front of house role she was playing at the reception desk.

"Santana, my God! It's been a while!" the red head said, as she stood from where she had been sitting and reached over the reception desk to take Santana's hand in her own.

"Tasmin, you're looking innocent as ever!" Santana mused, as she took the red heads hand in her own and shook it. They'd almost been partnered once, almost.

"Are you back?" Tasmin asked, shocked at the thought.

"Just for this one case, yeah." Santana answered, she hadn't realised how much she'd missed her friend, and almost partner.

"Who are you here to see?" Tasmin asked.

"Jacobs." Santana replied.

"Swipe your access card at the glass double doors there on the right." the red head pointed. "Jacobs is in the third room on your left." she added.

"Thanks, Tam." Santana said, smiling at the red head. "It's good to see you again." she added.

"Yeah, it's good to see you too Santana. If you have time, maybe we could catch up?" the red head called after Santana as she made her way towards the glass double doors.

"I'll talk to you on my way out?" Santana offered, swiping her card.

She turned to see the red head nodding and smiling in her direction. Santana was never sure but she'd thought Tasmin had had a crush on her at one point in the past. Nothing had ever happened and they'd been such good friends at one point. Santana hoped she would be able to catch up with the red head before things got crazy.

"Santana Lopez!" the male voice boomed all over the floor. She was sure it would attract the attention of anyone nearby, but it didn't. Clearly the other agents must have been busy, or they were used to their boss shouting like this.

"Ryan Jacobs, sir." Santana said as she walked into his office and closed the door behind her. Everything seemed to be made of glass here, doors, walls, ceilings. It seemed weird to Santana, but then she knew it wouldn't just be plain glass.

"Take a seat, Lopez." Ryan said, as he stood from the large plush leather chair he'd been sitting on behind his desk. Ryan Jacobs was in his fifties, but looking at him you'd say he was never a day over thirty five. His hair was mostly a dark brown, but held several grey hairs. Santana wondered if this was where the Silver Fox nickname had come from. Santana had to admit he was a good looking guy. Not her type of course, but very handsome for his age, and very fit.

"I hear, several years ago, you walked in to the house of the leaders of The Family, and you walked out having kicked a hornets nest."

"Sir?" Santana asked, not quite sure where her boss was going with this.

"The baby, Lopez. You took the baby. A child of The Family." her boss answered, walking to his cabinet and taking out a glass decanter full of scotch. He poured himself a drink and leaned the bottle towards Santana, offering her a drink too. She declined.

"What were you thinking? What happened? And why haven't you been spoken to about this before?" Ryan reeled off, gulping his scotch down in one large swig.

Santana sat in silence, she had to hear him out. She needed his help, so she would sit and take whatever he had to dish out first.

"Are they back for the baby?" he asked then, as he poured himself another drink.

"I don't know for sure, sir." Santana answered honestly.

"What else could they be back for?" he asked, walking back to his desk and taking a seat in his leather chair. He placed the glass of scotch on his desk in front of him, and leaned towards the desk so that he was closer to Santana, looking her directly in the eyes.

"You know you've caused a shit storm here, right? You'd have been better putting a bullet in that kids head."

Santana stiffened. She knew that was what she was supposed to do all those years ago, but she couldn't do it then and she certainly couldn't do it now. Anna had just been a stranger to her then, but even then she'd felt the need and instinct to protect her. Now that instinct was even stronger. She hated hearing her boss talk about her little girl like this.

"Sir, the child was innocent. They left her behind. I don't think they've come back for her. They could've done that at any time in the last few years, why would they have waited until now?" Santana tried to reason.

"Shit, I don't know, Lopez! How the hell am I supposed to know what a bunch of weirdo's who wanna destroy our country think? The fact is, they're back. And from the intel we've found, they plan on carrying out the attack you foiled five years ago. I'm guessing if they can get the kid back while they're here, then they will." Ryan said, before he reached for the glass of scotch and downed it.

"Sir, what can I do? Give me a directive. Give me an order. Tell me how I can help?" Santana asked, willing to do anything and everything in her power to get rid of Anna's parents for good.

"We have a team assigned to the Family, we believe we're closing in on the location of most of them, but the kids parents seem to be somewhere else. They haven't been picked up by the surveillance. And we believe they're the biggest threat. Santana I know you haven't done field work in a long time, I also know that you have taken on a much less active role here in the CIA, but I think you and that kid of yours will be integral to finding the leaders of the Family and bringing this terrorist organization down, once and for all. There is just one thing I need to ask of you, Lopez. When the time comes, can you and will you take out the kids parents?"

Santana was slightly taken aback. She hadn't killed anyone in years, she had taken a major step back from her job since Anna had come into her life. She knew she would do anything to track down and apprend Anna's birth parents, but killing them hadn't entered her mind. She assumed they would be locked up for life, now her boss was asking her to kill them.

"If it comes down to it, and if needs be. I will end this." Santana found herself saying.

"Good, we have a lead for you to work on. Tasmin will have the paperwork ready for you when you leave." Ryan answered, standing to signal their meeting had come to a close.

"Thank you for your help, sir." Santana said as she offered her hand for her boss to shake.

"Welcome back, Lopez!" her boss said, shaking her hand.

Santana wasn't sure why, but she felt like she'd just made a deal with the devil.