I want to apologize for my typos in earlier chapters and in this one. All my chapters are only proofread. I don't have a beta :(
Chapter 9 – Gotta Be Starting Something
When I woke up again, Brittany was already getting dressed. I squinted my eyes to see more than her silhouette.
"Where are you going?" I croak while rubbing my eyes out.
"I need to go home before I go to class. To shower and stuff. I'm sorry I woke you." She sits on my side of the bed and kisses my forehead. I latch myself to her waist and bury myself in her.
"NO, you can't. you must stay." I whisper dramatically and I feel a pang in my heart when I remember Laura's dream.
She giggles and fills my face with soft kisses.
"You are adorable, Detective Lopez, but I think you need to get up too. Your phone was buzzing."
"I know this is going to sound a bit smothering since we've only now started to.. get…hmm…"
She giggles louder and I decide she catched my drift. So I continue,
"…but could you text me at lunch? Just to show me you are okay? This serial killer has a thing for beautiful blondes that can bust a move…"
"I was thinking about sending you texts BEFORE lunch. Specially since we have a double date to attend."
"Oh you've heard of that." My face falls, I was hoping that wouldn't go through.
"Quinn texted me, she's attending my class and we'll wait for you there."
"Can't wait."
"Please, don't strain a muscle trying to look excited. Are you ashamed or something?"
"It's just because I was hoping to have more ~alone~ time with you and I have to look at Puck's ugly face all day, I didn't want to stare at it during dinner." I bury my face in the pillows. Puck is not ugly at all, he's got a lovely face. I'm just being grumpy.
"You jealous? Because seriously that's the silliest thing ever EVEN if you are not fully awake." I open one eye to look at her face, her ridiculously beautiful face.
"You are a morning person aren't you? Look at you so awake, so presh, so fresh…"
"Is this the start of your rapper career?"
"Nah, I'm trying to compliment you, woman."
"Awww i'm just messing with you San. I have to run now, though. By the way, I ran into Laura in the bathroom. I'm kidnapping her, she's the most adorable kid ever. Anyway, mini-Santana told me to be careful and take mummy's gun with me. I laughed and said I'd probably take mummy to protect me. I thought she was going to attack me but she just shrugged and said "that's okay as well, just don't let the bad man take you. We love you Brittany." Do you have any idea what she's talking about though?"
I sit up and look into her eyes, I take her hand to my lap.
"I had to take a call after you fell asleep and when I finished she called me to her room. She dreamt someone tried to harm you. She was really scared something might happen to you and that didn't help my paranoia."
"So she loves me?" I don't think her smile can possible get bigger than the one she's flashing me.
"I don't think you need to kidnap her, she will go willingly."
"She loves you too much, I just want to be part of the family. The one who spoils her with things."
"That's okay, I've got the bad cop-good cop routine already rehearsed." I laugh and she kisses me. It's really sweet and it warms my heart. She gives me at least tem more pecks and tugging a strand behind my ear she says she really must go.
"Text me. Please" I yell as she leaves the room. I get up, take a shower and prepare Laura's breakfast.
I'm still feeling in a wierd sort of haze. I say good morning to people, I smile at them. I sit in my desk after taking coffee for me, Puck, Dave and Blaine. I think if I try, I can vomit rainbows with no big effort. What has that girl done to me last night, I'm almost nice…
"Wow Santana, did you finally take your anti-bitch meds today?" Puck says and I just smile at him when I put on my reading glasses (AND I NEVER put on my reading glasses, I always have to deal with sexy professor, sexy librarian, sexy reader needing to get laid jokes from Puck, and a whole essay on how he could and would solve all my problems). I sit down and ignore everyone around me who is buzzing around doing their thing. I look up to see three faces staring at me, all three of them are leaning on my desk like male versions of Charlie's Angels.
Blaine is the first to speak. I know Dave is trying to contain his crooked smile but the corner of his mouth his twitching and tugging into a half-smile. Puck just looks at my face trying to see if I've done something different.
"Who are you and what have you done with our leader?"
"Santana, did you get a boob job?" Oh Puck.
"I think Santana had a nice night of s…sleep. Must have changed that mattress ugh 'Tana? Changed to those body pillows." Dave does not stutter. Like ever. He is paying me for this.
"AH-AH. You guys are really hilarious today, I really told them to put something on their coffee but they must have run out of arsenic."
"No seriously, you are glowing today…Detective Lopez did you get laid?!"
"Shut up Puck, has Karofsky filled you up on the new murder?"
"Yeah, apparently, there's cells in the girl's nails, we might have a match for them. And, you totally did. I'm taking that non-answer as yes."
"A non-answer is a non-answer. A non-answer means i'm not saying anything."
"You are not insulting me so I totally know you are taking that edge off" And he winks and he leaves and i'm sooo stealing a dart of Kurt's pub to use in these occasions.
I'm stuck with the gay angels and so I ask them for details.
"So what do we know so far?"
"We can trace a perimeter now, all the girls were taken around these to blocks. The strip club is here, the dance gym is over there and the musical is going on this theatre. I had already mark those random cases that might fit ours." – Blaine points out on a map putting pins over the places and that's where I see it. Berry's theatre.
"Hey, I know someone who works there! We should go and talk to her, to see if there was any wierd stuff going on these last few months. Farrah you are coming with me, Jaclyn go meet Artie and bring up all those awesome evidences he came up with. Kate, you stay here and do awesome shit."
"I've always wanted to be Farrah but that's okay since you admitted I'm awesome." Puck his back and doing noises that sound like talking. I choose to ignore them.
"Shut up, Blaine, come with me."
"Who you people?" Dave stands in the middle of the room following us with his eyes as we leave.
We arrive at the movie theatre and I do the sign of the cross. I'm feeling superstitious today.
"Are you afraid of The Phantom of the Opera?" He looks at the movie theatre as if he found his way back home.
"No, I'm praying I won't kill Rachel Berry before she gets to talk."
We enter and flash our badges as we go down the theatre isle.
"BERRY, WE NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU." I yell halfway through.
"Do you know her?" Blaine asks me as every head here turns to watch us climb the stage.
"He's Finn's wife now."
"Do we like her?" Blaine raises an eyebrow.
"Not really but she does take good care of Laura, so we tolerate her and call her Man-hands." I'm really being nice today.
"Santana, it's so lovely to see you. I hope you came here to join us on stage. I know just the role you could play, however I'd like to ask if you have seen Quinn? She said she'd be here with the sunrise. –"
"I told ya I have nothing to do with your deal, I came here for other reason. What happened to the girl Quinn came to replace."
"Katelyn just didn't show up one of these days. I have no idea what might have happen. She was very irresponsible, she was constantly coming out late, ruining morning rehearsals –"
"Berry, as much as I hate you, please stop before you give me a motive to arrest you –"
"That is abuse of power, Santana. You come here to my sanctuary to find new ways to humiliate –"
"Actually, Miss Berry, Santana is not making fun of you. A girl appeared dead in a sewer nearby and we think she might be part of your show. Detective Lopez is just trying to stop you from saying something that could make you a suspect which is both ethically wrong but incredibly cute. I'm starting to think Puck's theory is right"
I'm paused with my finger in the air and my mouth open trying to decide which one to yell at first. "I'd like to say, I'm a huge fan of your work. Me and my boyfriend always attend all your musicals, we are looking forward for your next lead role. We miss your voice dearly." He shines his pearly whites to her and she blushes and whispers "thank you". It would be totally cool but we have murders to solve and this is making me sick.
"Okay, so Berry, focus. This Katelyn girl, was she problematic? Did she have a wierd boyfriend?"
"I don't really know, I just thought she couldn't handle the pressure and the jealousy anymore. Before she left, she had a fight with the theatre owner who was also her lover."
"Okay, the plot thickens, does Mr In-her-pants have a name?"
"Jesse St James. He used to be in my pants also, but I appreciate if you don't take this to the press."
"Berry, I don't care about that. As long as it was before Finn…"
"Of course, I love Finn more than life itself. " She looks at me shocked as Blaine leans against the back of some seats and looks around.
"See, that I'll never understand." I keep bantering with her just because it's fun and it helps me relax.
"Excuse me, Miss Berry. Does anyone close the theatre, stays up late in it? Was that fight at the end of the rehearsals?"
"Yes, It was at the end. They tried to keep their affair hidden so they only talked when everybody left. I over heard because I was doing the costume inventory that day, you know how I like to keep everything in order. There's only me, them and…I don't know the cleaning lady at that time."
"Okay, thanks Man-Hands. We might see each other soon though, we are trying to analyze evidence maybe we'll need to make Mr St James a visit. I bet that's him" I point to the top seats where a man is staring down at us in a suit and sleek curly hair.
"Looks sleazy enough." Blaine answers as we begin to walk.
"Too sleazy to care for a silly dancer girl enough to kill her."
"Maybe she hurt his ego. Maybe they all did in some way. He looks like a strip club member and looks fit enough to go to a gym. We might have a suspect, finally. " He might wear too much hair gel but he can use his brains sometimes.
"It's definately worth a shot."