A/N: I'm glad I actually got reviews! Thank you guys, you've turned this drabblish idea into something I'll take seriously! This chapter features Finn, Rachel (So expect Finchel) and two staff members I'm sure you'll love to see working together.

Enjoy and read the disclaimer on Chapter 1 because same rules apply. Don't own Glee.

A file was slapped down on Mr. Hudson's desk, which made him look up from the sandwich his wife had prepared for him, to see his Co. Chief William Schuester with a grim expression on his face.

"We've picked up a case for you Finn," He said tightly, and Finn knew without a doubt that this case wasn't his doing at all. Despite Finn's case record, Mr. Schuester was uncomfortable sending him into these dangerous situations. He knew it was because William Schuester saw him as family, and he'd never send family to go into gambling schemes, or speakeasies or a mob hangout. Still it was as annoying as it was endearing. He wasn't top cop around here to be fussed over like a newborn.

"Sue and I are having you go undercover tomorrow night at eight sharp. We heard talk that a certain Gangster will be there, alone, at the popular and recently discovered underground speakeasy The Oriental Swan." He finished.

"Well why hasn't it been shut down yet? Is that my job?" Finn asked, confused as to why this was going on, this was illegal, and lesser speakeasy were shut down as they were found.

"I can answer that."

The other Co. Chief, Sue Sylvester strutted in from the hall that she occupies every morning to do her working out. Finn remembered when he first met Sue Sylvester, thinking a woman couldn't possibly be a Co. Chief, let alone an officer of the law alone. She quickly slapped him and set him straight, that she was the first and only woman to go into the International War, not as a "frilly" nurse as she had put it, but as a full-blown commander. Even now, she had several medallions that proved this true. She was certainly an oddity, even how she was dressed now. In the same wide leg trousers that he and Will wore, with a brassy buttoned jacket and with a hard line expression on her face, broken only by a crooked smirk and piercing blue stare.

"You see, two of the biggest name Gangster Royals frequent this joint, Like my colleague's hair, which could very well be a fur coat for only the most elite of immigrant babies, this is an oddity. Santana Lopez the cousin of the infamous Al Capone and the only Queen of her own Alcohol Empire, and Noah Puckerman, the King of the Silver Guns Society drink there on Mondays and Fridays." She felt the need to pause for dramatic effect, and

Finn had time to think that this could very well be the bust he needs to finance his wife Rachel's dream to move to New York and pursue a performing career instead of sing behind some unsavory woman as they dance Burlesque.

That has caused the married couple's first big fight, but he relented finally, he didn't like when she was upset. Perhaps things could be better if the did move there, he could be happier with his wife pursuing honest performing jobs and she wouldn't be so strung up and tired at the day hours. Maybe they could even start a family, you know, when she was ready... He was shaken out of his thoughts as his boss continued

"Now we need you to blend in tomorrow night and check the place out. What we've found out thus far is that the club is very mixed. It is run by this second-generation immigrant couple Tina Cohen-Chang and her husband Mike Chang. Yes they're English speakers but feel the need to fake a really heavy Chinese accent to set they're business apart, give it some flair or whatever. The jazz band that plays that night is headed by a impressively voiced Negro woman by the name of Mercedes Jones, who herself works for the mob headed by Miss. Lopez."

Will interrupted from there, bringing in the important details.

"What we need from you is to mingle with either Miss. Lopez or Mr. Puckerman. Infiltrate either mob by any means. However, I suggest going for Miss. Lopez first," At Sue's glare and opening mouth he amended quickly

"Not because she's a woman of course! We have knowledge that she is as capable as any man at her despicable job. It's because we just received notice she's waiting for a jewel broker named Finn McClain. We figured we can send your co-worker Sam Evans to take the guy in first, so you can go and get close to her."

At this Finn had to speak, was this even close to possible?

"Won't she have at least gotten a snapshot of the guy, for this very reason?"

"Nope. This was a last minute deal; she just cares about the jewels. Now we're going to need to work on your character. We hear this guy has a move about him. A real blousy, loose man. A guy with moves. Sam told us from what he's heard; this man is a real suit fellow. So we got our secretary Emma to pick you up one."

He smiles widely as the fawn eyed, red headed woman with innocence and a sky blue dress covering her body walks in timidly and hands the suit to him, blushing like they were courting. Finn thought those two should get hitched and be a family. They had chemistry and were both happier together. Sadly she was married to a dentist and seemed happy with him. Some things were just not meant to be.

"Enough cavorting with the irritating ginger with less sex appeal than a neutered cat. We need to get him up to speed with jewels." Sue cut in irritated with the sweetness those two just radiated.

-Time skip-

Finn was sitting on the flowery patterned couch, resting his head on the top as his wife unbuckled his boots; his nose was practically buried in the two files. One that Will had given him and the one Sam had handed him just before he had left for home. Sam's was more in-depth. Somehow the rising star rookie was finding time to spy around and find useful data. His even had a picture of the normally hard to find Noah Puckerman.

He was a strange and fatal looking man. A head almost completely shaved except for a line of hair in the middle, his eyes, even in black and white looked like they could charm a woman and con a man, and his neck had a small tattoo of a gun. That was all he saw because the picture cut off at the collar of a seemingly expensive black suit.

In Will's file he held a picture of the beautiful Santana Lopez. He had to admit, she was certainly a looker, With dark long black locks that fell off her shoulders and down her back, a beautiful shaped face with thick lashed eyes that looked like they might be brown in person, even her outfit screamed "Look at me!" A shimmering gown that framed her curves and only the tiniest slit that made you want to see more, perhaps on purpose. He couldn't stop a small smile from creeping up on his face. Well, it should be interesting at least.

He slid the pictures into the file quickly as Rachel sat up and he put them down as he brought her into his arms and cuddled her close.

"I saw the pictures…" Rachel said finally, insecurity reading in her face, Finn had to admit that, even at her best, Rachel was no Santana. But he loved her, and he was almost positive Santana couldn't hold a candle to Rachel's talent.

"Sweetie don't fret, you my dear are more beautiful to me that Santana will ever be. Besides this is a one-time job." He lied at first, but was hopefully telling the truth at the last part.

"It's not that. I think I've seen that scary man at the Rose Theater before…"

Rachel's P.O.V

Think? I know it was HIM. I remembered the name, because it burned like fire in my mind, along with the memory of what happened the night I encountered the King of the Silver Gun Society.

Flashback

I was walking home after a show-stopping set, sure, I did hate singing in the back while the men there really only paid any mind to the vile women who were lacking both her self-confidence and talent and were stripping and flaunting parts of themselves not even the Good Lord should ever see. However it was a chance to flaunt the amazing singing talent I possessed.

It was then I made the fatal mistake of turning the wrong corner and bumping into the dashing man, with only a strip of hair going down the middle of his head while the sides were shaved clean off, really charming brown eyes, and the part that scared me, a tattoo of a gun on the side of his neck. His suit, a simple black one, looked fitted, as if clinging perfectly to muscles underneath. It also looked expensive.

Like a gentleman, he helped me up, and tipped his fedora in apology.

"I do apologize Miss. I didn't see you there."

However his smirk seemed almost mocking, so I narrowed my eyes and dusted off my simple pink dress, tightened my scarf and adjusted my open pea coat. I also discreetly patted my chest, grateful that the one safe place to store my money hadn't loosened.

"It's quite alright."

I turned to walk away, but then stopped as he said.

"I heard you singing tonight."

I turned around in an instant

"W-what?"

He grabbed my hand softly and kissed it… twice.

"Indeed, I left after you stopped, but came back to find you and say how beautiful I think you sounded."

To be honest I wasn't sure he was telling the truth, because his eyes were gleaming like one of those con men and he was still looking calm with a truly maddening smirk.

"Thank you, I suppose…"

"I'm Noah Puckerman." He said, realizing I didn't know his name "And your Rachel Berry…?"

"Rachel Hudson. I'm married, but that name doesn't sound very much like a performer's name, so I simply used my maiden name. Now I really must get back to my husband." Putting emphasis on the word 'husband' I turned to leave again, this time managing to step onto the curb before he grabbed my arm and crossed with me. I yanked my arm away as soon as we crossed.

"May I ask what you think your doing?" I growled irritated and fighting back the slight spell I was under from his touch.

"Escorting you to the nearest diner, then dropping you off at your home."

"And what makes you think that I would allow you to-" He interrupted me coolly.

"Rachel, First off, I didn't ask you if I could do those things, I TOLD you what we're going to be doing. Second of all I'm a dangerous man, like kill a man dangerous, as are a lot of the people on the street are. I would never harm a lady, especially one of such beauty and talent, but since some people are, you need an escort, and I'm one of the most notorious men you can find. No fella is going to mess with you on my watch."

I could argue with his sanity, but not with his logic. He may have been a random street man, who outwardly stated he killed, but since Finn was on duty tonight and couldn't escort her home, I had no choice but let the man, who I was insanely deciding to trust lead me to his car and drive.

Over a steaming cup of tea I learned I was sitting with a Mob Boss, who broke rules without question and yes, indeed killed, worked with dangerous weapons, the likes you'd have to see to believe and was rather rude. Although I was still alive to sit with him so I guess moving was not an option.

He then took me home, leaving me only a block away from the home I shared with my husband.

"Well, goodnight Rachel." He said, the smirk never leaving his face, then before I could protest he planted a kiss on my lips, then got into his car and left me there, a hand on my lips, fighting a smile, and both hoping and dreading his presence the next time I sang at the Club.

End Flashback

But like I would tell Finn what happened that night.

"I must have imagined it… silly me…"

-Santana's Office-

"So, Sam, Does he know the whereabouts of the club, what alias I wanted for him, and did he get my picture?"

"Yes to everything Santana. Don't worry, we've got this." Sam Evans replied grimly, sitting in the chair across from the scheming Latina.

"Excellent. Now go, you work is done, for now."

He immediately left her office, fretting. This wasn't right. At all. But the doubts flew away as the one reason he was doing this flew into his thoughts. His wife, Quinn Fabray-Evans.

He swore to do right by his beloved whatever it took. And he knew what he was doing was right when he got home from these two jobs to his wonderful wife, who was laying in bed, heavily pregnant with their first child, and her second and little Beth Fabray-Puckerman jumped into his arms, asking with delight if they could go to the fair in a couple of weeks.

A/N: Yep, Sam is a double agent, for more reasons than just protecting his wife and Puck's daughter and his unborn child. This will be focused on later but the next chapter is all Finntana seduction, maybe even a little Quick/Fabrevans drama.

B.T.W: Beth is about three, with short dark brown waves, Quinn's hazel eyes and she just lost her two front teeth (adorable) She comes up occasionally so yeah. R&R :)