Author's Note:

First off, let me apologize for the amount of editing errors I missed in the last chapter.

Secondly, thanks to my reviewers for letting me know u are loving the story.

Also, I know this chapter is not as long as the others, but I've been distracted by my new obsession of reading crossovers. I'm even considering writing one….so, my Glee mind frame has been a bit off.

Thanks again for following and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 7 - Emma

Rachel had jumped in the shower after her and Puck's, as he called it, round of "Morning Glory" while he promised to make her a kick ass breakfast.

As she lathered her hair with shampoo, her mind wondered to how intimate the moment actually was. With Puck's track history and the way she got worked up at the bar the previous night, she had imagined that their first time together would have been more…intense….physically.

This morning however, she felt so many emotions in a matter of seconds just from his kiss. Rachel was pretty sure he felt just how emotional the moment was as well, and just hoped it wouldn't send him running for the hills.

So, she decided just to act as if it was just a normal romp in the sheets with her boy-

…with the man she was dating. At least, that is what she thought was going on. They had never actually discussed what they really were. They had gone on one date. Last night, didn't count because they spent most of the night ten feet away from each other.

Puck was looking desperately around in Rachel's kitchen for something to cook. Rachel was a vegan and he really had no clue what that all entailed. Sure she couldn't eat eggs and bacon, his usual when he made himself breakfast. He never…NEVER made a chick breakfast other than his ma and little sis. Then he saw box of pancake mix. He only needed to mix in water, but what about butter? Or Syrup? Obviously not butter, but syrup came from trees and trees were living things….

He heard the apartment door close and soon Finn and Quinn were entering the kitchen.

Holding up a paper bag Quinn smiled, "We brought bagels!"

"And coffee," said Finn as he placed the drink carrier down on the counter.

"Oh, thank FUCK! How the hell do you cook breakfast for someone that doesn't eat like a normal human being?" he said jokingly.

Quinn laughed, "You would be surprised. Don't worry," she patted him lightly on his back, "You'll learn."

She winked at him and opened the paper bag, "I picked up Onion, Blueberry, Sesame and a few other assortments. Just make sure you leave the Poppy Seed for Rachel."

Puck quickly made a mental note of Rachel's favorite type of bagel.

Rachel's bedroom door opened and she was soon entering the dining area, "Bagels! And Coffee? Fantastic. Looks like you got out easy Puckerman," she winked at Puck who returned the gesture.

She wrapped her arms around Quinn's shoulders, "I missed you bestie."

Quinn squeezed her hand around one of Rachel's wrists, leaning her head into her cheek, "Me too! I can't wait for shopping."

Rachel gave her one last squeeze and unwrapped her arms, "Yes, I am in desperate need of jeans!"

"Fuck that, no jeans!" interjected Puck. Rachel and Quinn both raised an eyebrow while Finn laughed taking a bite of his breakfast, "Sorry baby, but until the weather drops below 70 degrees, you are not allowed to cover up those gams," he took a bit out of his bagel and avoided Rachel's attempt at slapping the back of his head, "Hey baby, I'm the law. And the law says no jeans."

"Ah, but what about how great her ass looks in the right pair," laughed Quinn.

"Shut it Lucy Caboosy," warned Rachel with a fake glare.

"With pleasure, RuPaul," retorted Quinn.

Puck and Finn were a bit nervous, both girls seemed to eyeing each other like they wanted to claw the other's eyes out. After a beat of silence, Rachel and Quinn burst in a fit of giggles.

The guys let out small laughs, but figured it was an inside joke. Puck and Finn had plenty of those from back in high school.

"Hey Finnessa, pass the sugar?" chuckled Puck.

Finn laughed, "God I was so pissed when Santana came up with that."

"Wait," interrupted Rachel, "Santana as in Sam's ex?"

"The one and only," laughed Puck, "She gave Hudson that nickname back in high school."

"So let me get this straight," said Quinn, "You guys, plus Mike and Sam and Santana?"

"And Brittney," interrupted Finn.

"Wow, so Sam had dated her since high school? That's amazing," said Rachel.

Both boys looked at each other and laughed, "God no," said Puck through his laughter, "She got her claws in Finn first…"

"Then Puck went and scooped in on her," started Finn.

"Hey, it was only supposed to be a onetime thing, till that damn condom broke."

Rachel and Quinn gasped loudly and Puck cursed himself, "Shit, um yeah. I got Santana pregnant. The baby died before she was born."

Rachel and Quinn gave him sympathetic looks. Rachel scooted closer to him, "Quinn told me, I'm sorry about that."

Puck shrugged, "It was hard yes, but I knew that I wasn't going to get to keep her. Me and Santana tried to work at a relationship, but just because you had a baby together, doesn't mean that you are automatically going to be great in a relationship. It's not realistic. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any kids from divorced parents."

"She dumped him. Called him a Lima Loser and told him he had a shitty credit score," Finn laughed.

"She sounds like a real piece of work," muttered Rachel.

"Oh she was," said Puck, "But she got better once we got to New York. She and Sam started dating about two years ago. But dude really should've known that she and Britt were going to end up together. They always had something weird with them since high school."

"Poor Sam," sighed Quinn.

The sounds of 'Secret Agent Man' came from Rachel's bedroom, "That's Figgins," Puck sprinted to Rachel's room and answered, "Talk to me."

"Puckerman, I need you to bring Miss Berry in for a minute today. There are some questions that Detective Schuester has for her in regards to Mr. Israel."

"No problem, I take it no one has found him yet?"

"There's really not much we can do at this point Puckerman. Schuester went by his last known address and a large black man dressed in woman's clothing opened the door. Needless to say, Mr. Israel does not live there anymore."

"Fuck," Puck ran a hand over his head, "She had plans to go shopping with Finn's girlfriend today Is it safe?"

"I would say that as long as you and Hudson are with them, this young man will not attempt anything stupid. With Mr. Israel's whereabouts unknown and his erratic behavior last night, you must stay vigilant."

Puck hung up with the Captain and made his way back to the others, "Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news."

"Did they find him?" asked Quinn hopefully.

"No, apparently his last known address is occupied by a very confused man, or woman, whatever…anyway, the good news is that you lovely ladies are going to accompanied by the two hottest men on the NYPD payroll," the girls rolled their eyes.

"Yes, we knew that already. We aren't to be out of your site, what's the bad news," Rachel asked trying to hide her amusement.

"We gotta stop into the precinct for a few. Will's got some questions for you," at Rachel and Quinn's confusion he continued, "Will Schuester is the detective on the case. He's got a soft spot for stalker victims."

"Why's that?" asked Quinn.

"Kind of a touchy subject," said Finn, "His Fiancée was….."

"Dude! Not a good idea," interrupted Puck.

"Right, um, well….it's just…."

Puck groaned, "Emma was attacked a few years ago. Will's made it his mission to be put on as many stalker cases as possible."

Rachel could tell that Puck didn't want her to hear the details. She was also pretty sure she didn't want to know.

When they arrived at the station, the boys led the girls to Detective Schuester's office.

"Hey Schue," Puck knocked on the open door where a man with curly brown hair looked up from his computer.

"Puckerman, Hudson, and you must be Rachel," he put his hand out and Rachel shook it.

"Yes and this is my friend Quinn Fabray."

After introductions, they all moved to an empty conference room.

"Now, this won't take long Miss Berry, but I've just got to ask a few questions. I've got some feelers out on Mr. Isreal but was he ever accompanied by anyone when you would see him?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, he was always….wait, no. There was one time not long ago there was another person with him. She was rather, large. Quite intimidating."

"Do you remember her name?" asked Will as he wrote on a notepad.

Rachel thought for a moment. It was a strange encounter.

2 months prior

Rachel was signing autographs outside the stage door when she caught Jacob out of the corner of her eye. She did her best to ignore him when a heavy set woman shoved her way to her,

"Hey Berry, my friend over there wants an autograph."

Rachel looked at her strangely than looked where she was pointing, "Jacob, I really hope you aren't selling these. Why unearth would you need so many."

She tried her best to seem playful, but she could hear Kurt's voice in her head telling her to stay clear.

"Oh, this one if for my grandmother," stuttered Jacob, "This is Lauren. She just moved here from out of town so I thought I would bring her to your show."

"How lovely," she turned her attention back to his friend, "Did you enjoy the show?"

Lauren snorted which caused Rachel to jump slightly, "Hell no, totally boring."

Rachel glared slightly but plastered her smile back on, "Well, musical theater isn't for everyone. I better be going, it was loved to meet you Miss?"

"Zizes."

Present

"Lauren Zizes, yes, I remember very well. Not very friendly."

"That's great Rachel. Now, can you tell me do you know if Jacob is originally from New York?"

Rachel nodded her head, "Yes, he often spoke of growing up in Long Island."

"Fantastic, that will help."

Puck and Quinn were both holding Rachel's hands but she couldn't help the bounce of her leg. She thought back to the breakfast table when Finn had mentioned Emma, "Sir?"

"Call me Will," he smiled.

Rachel smiled back, "Will, do you mind me asking a personal question?"

Will looked to Puck and Finn and smiled. He laid his pen down and folded his hands in front of him, "You want to know about Emma?"

"Yes, I'm sorry if that is inappropriate."

He waved his hand in the air dismissively, "It's not a problem. Emma was my live in fiancée."

"Was?"

Rachel could feel Puck tense and she had a feeling she didn't want to hear what would come next.

"Yes, she was the love of my life. She was a guidance counselor in Brooklyn. A student developed a rather unhealthy obsession with her. At first it seemed like an innocent school boy crush, but one day he followed her home. I was working late and he forced his way inside."

He stopped and noticed the tears in Rachel and Quinn's eyes, "Are you sure you want me to go on Miss Berry."

Rachel sniffled lightly, "Only if you feel comfortable," she squeezed Puck's hand tighter and he ran his thumb along hers.

"Well, once he was inside he beat her up and…he raped her. At the time she was a virgin, so when he saw the blood, he got freaked out and, well…."

He got choked up and Puck continued, "Emma died that night."

Quinn and Rachel both sobbed, "I'm so so sorry Will," whispred Quinn.

Rachel stayed quiet as silent tears fell down her cheeks.

"Thank you Miss Fabray. It's difficult to discuss, but I have committed my life to stalkers and the dangers they possess with their infatuations," he turned his eyes on Rachel, "Miss Berry, I don't want this to scare you, but I'm sure that's impossible. It is important that you know the dangers. But I can promise you that I am working 24/7 on this and I promise we will catch him before he scares you anymore."

Rachel nodded, "Um, what happened to the boy?" she asked.

"Thankfully he was tried as an adult at 17 and is serving a life sentence in San Quentin."

When they made it out of the station, Rachel instantly wrapped her arms around Puck and started crying. He rubbed circles on her back and kissed her hair, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"It's so horrible! How can people be so heartless!" cried Rachel.

"Rachel," spoke Quinn, "Are you sure you want to go shopping."

"You and Finn go, I'm sorry I just don't think I can," she pulled away from Puck who kept an arm around her shoulders.

Quinn smiled softly, "it's okay, Finn and I will go."

"I'll take her back to our place," he looked down at Rachel, "How do you feel about watching a movie?"

She nodded, "I'd like that."

The credits for the Princess Bride were rolling and Puck couldn't contain his laughter, "I can't believe you made me watch that."

Rachel held her head up from his lap, "It's wonderful! And so romantic!"

Puck snorted, "Yeah yeah, I guess the sword fighting was pretty cool….My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die."

Rachel laughed, "I take it that is your favorite line?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to use that one on Finn."

"Well, mine is As you wish."

"Of course it is," he smiled, "Now," he pulled her into his side," how about some lunch?"

They ordered some Chinese and Puck decided to take a shower. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Rachel figured the delivery guy had bypassed the buzzer. She very well couldn't scold him as she had done it herself.

Not bothering to check the peep hole she opened the door.

"What's up Berry?"

Rachel didn't have time to scream before she saw black.

Moments later Puck came into the living room to see Rachel was gone. The front door was open, a small slip of paper on the floor.

His heart raced as he grabbed it. He let out a primal scream as he read the note.

She's mine now