A/N: Assassins...Here I go...First time I write something like this...I hope I did okay.
"You're here to kill my client," Quinn stated looking directly into Rachel's familiar brown eyes.
Rachel's lips tilted up in a tainting smirk. "You've got that wrong, princess. I'm not here to kill your client, I'm here to kill your client's husband and take your client to my suppliant."
Rachel stood next to a body. A dead motionless body. Her eyes devoid of any emotion. Her posture stiff as she looked at her blood-red knife. A lifeless sinister leer formed across her face.
"You're here to kill my client," Quinn stated looking directly into Rachel's familiar brown eyes.
Rachel's lips tilted up in a tainting smirk. "You've got that wrong, princess. I'm not here to kill your client, I'm here to kill your client's husband and take your client to my suppliant."
"Hasn't anyone told you," Quinn surmised, "Not to talk to strangers."
Rachel laughed and pulled out a cigarette, "Yeah…but one people think assassins are crazy…and two we're not strangers."
"Of course we are," Quinn said in disbelief.
"You're wrong," Rachel mentioned. "I've gotten to know you really well, Ms. Fabray."
"So you know my last name," Quinn laughed. "Shocker…not that hard."
"That's where you're wrong yet again Quinn," Rachel informed. "I make sure I study my…enemies, no…my opponents or challenges very well. I get to know them inside and out…gain their trust, learn those weaknesses."
The pair had been circling each other. Quinn mirroring all of Rachel's movements, and Rachel growing more confident with every stride.
"You see Quinn," Rachel drawled coming in closer. "I know you…I know you have mommy and daddy issues."
Quinn froze.
"I know Quinnie," Rachel taunted. "I know you do this work because you lost your two best friends to this field. Santana, died protecting her wife, Brittany was it?…they were both in the what? The Mafia? The workforce? You know…I know you know, you told me."
Glued to her place, Quinn's eyes widened in fear as Rachel approached her. Every step made her quiver in anticipation, a hunter stalking its prey.
"I know you became a body guard…wrong an assassin to avenge them…your heart is black Quinn. But I know that somewhere in the back of that pretty little head of yours, you enjoy this. You enjoy seeing others pay…after all assassins are what, crazy."
"Stop," Quinn gasped. "You don't know what you're saying."
But that didn't stop Rachel, on the contrary it gave her a thrill. And the small dance they were doing became a much more intricate tango, step forward-step back.
Rachel chuckled, "I know how you like to be kissed, I know how you like to be fucked. I know all your weaknesses, Quinn Fabray…"
Quinn was panting now and her back was pressed firmly against the wall. Rachel's breath came out in puffs against her neck, and against her will, Quinn's eyes rolled back a throaty moan leaving her lips.
"But most of all," Rachel whispered. "I know what your becoming soiled into this life has done to you…I know, you're terrified of falling in love…and I know I've trumped that with a hook, line, and sinker…because Quinn, you want to know what."
Quinn couldn't reply, her lungs burned with anxiety and her thoughts swirled with lust.
"You've fallen," Rachel crooned, "Both literally and figuratively…you've fallen into my clutches…you've fallen into my love for you…and there's nothing you can do about it."
With that Rachel pulled out her knife, and brought it tantalizing slow up to Quinn's face. The tip of the blade traced Quinn's lips and Rachel's eyes sparkled with glee. Quinn forced her hazel orbs open, her green eyes followed the delicate fingers and stiff blade.
"You know Quinn," Rachel grinned. "I never got to tell you my name."
Quinn struggled as she tried to speak, but that only caused the knife to knick her. A trickle of blood made its way down Quinn's lips where is was swooped up Rachel's tongue, a strangled moan left both girl's lips.
"Aw," Rachel cooed. "Don't do that Quinn, I don't want your face to be mauled. It's to angelic, to perfect and it does not deserve that…"
Quinn's eyes closed and tears began to gather.
"Princess," Rachel murmured, "don't cry…you're too pretty to cry…"
"Let me go," Quinn mumbled weakly as the knife was moved from her mouth.
"I can't do that, Quinn," Rachel mentioned. "You know I can't."
"Please…"
"I'll tell you what," Rachel smiled. "You figure out my name, I'll give you three guesses…if you get it right, I'll let you kill me and go…you get it wrong, well than, let's hope you don't. Does that sound like a good deal, Quinn?"
Quinn nodded as her eyes shut tight as she tried to think of any clues that would help her. Rachel had been right, they weren't strangers, but they'd never-well Quinn never learnt her name. Her mind brought her to the first time they met.
"Hello," a timid Rachel greeted walking up to Quinn.
The street was busy, as expected for Time Squares. Quinn only jerked her head in acknowledgment, her vision focused on a couple down the street. Their names Rory Flannigan and Sugar Motta, her mission kill Rory and retrieve Sugar for her boss.
"Excuse me," Rachel tried again.
"What?" Quinn hissed as she lost sight of the couple.
Rachel laughed internally when she saw Quinn start checking her out.
"I was just wondering if you could help me."
"With what Miss?"
"I have an extra ticket to tonight's show of 'Sweeney Todd' and you seem like the type who would enjoy seeing a show, would you care to accompany me," Rachel posed.
"We just met Miss," Quinn pointed out.
"True, but you saved me," Rachel lied.
"You must have me confused," Quinn gritted out, she'd lost them.
"So is that a no?"
"What will it take for you to leave me alone," Quinn sighed.
"Be my date," Rachel smiled in triumph.
"This is my favorite musical," Rachel chit-chatted. "It' the fifth time, I've seen it and you?"
"Musical aren't my thing," Quinn surveyed the area, her eyes landed on a couple in a few rows in front, Rory and Sugar.
"Well," Rachel said. "I think you'll find this to your liking…after all Lucy Barker reminds me of you…your appearance…she's a great character."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow, she let her eyes study the couple. She'd get them at the end of the show and thank…whatever her name was for taking her to the show.
Quinn's eyes snapped open and in a ragged breath she let out: "Lucy!"
Rachel's eyes sparkled with mirth, "No."
Rory Flannigan was dead and Sugar, she was devastated. Quinn was eccentric, her joy for death and thrill stayed within her. Artie Abrams her boss, still needed her around, to get rid of some pests as he would call them. His next target was a woman, a woman named Harmony Drew, and it was Quinn's task to dispose of the bitch.
"Hello again," Rachel greeted.
"Hello," Quinn mumbled. Her eyes following Harmony's figure as she dismounted. Harmony loved riding a pass time since she was a child. Sugar cheered from the stands, best friends stuck together.
"I was wondering," Rachel proposed. "Are you busing tonight?"
"Yes," Quinn spoke not bothering to make eye-contact.
"You know," Rachel brought up. "Harmony…Ms. Motta and she will be at the Plaza Bar later tonight. They're spending the night in each other's company."
"How do you know this?" Quinn questioned.
Rachel shrugged, "I have my ways…so, would you care to join me for a drink tonight, Ms. ?"
"Fabray," Quinn stated. "Sure."
"This room is exactly what I imagine in The Great Gatsby," Rachel pondered.
Quinn nodded her head distractedly as she observed from the window Sugar and Harmony make there way into the Plaza.
"We should go," Quinn mentioned.
"Have a sip first," Rachel handed her a glass.
Quinn stared at it, "I'm good thank you."
"Please," Rachel stated. "I insist."
Quinn did, and the night became a blur. She didn't succeed her assignment this time.
"Daisy," Quinn guessed.
"Strike two," Rachel replied.
"I'm beginning to think," Quinn commented leaving the bed. "That I'm going insane."
"And why is that?" Rachel questioned sitting up.
The sheets no longer draped around her bare torso.
"Because," Quinn sighed. "I keep coming back…and my mind is a haze."
"Maybe you need to relax," Rachel suggested. "You know, that boss of yours…he seems like a load of bull."
"He is," Quinn snorted. "And you're probably right."
"Well how about this," Rachel supplied. "Come back to bed first and then we can stay here for the day…watch a movie…eat…and then I'll take your mind off anything you want."
"I like that idea," Quinn mumbled as Rachel's lips descended onto her shoulder. "Take off your locket…last time it hit me in the eye."
Rachel's laughed filled up the room.
"What are you watching?" Quinn muttered as her eyes opened and her ears were filled with noise.
"Friends," Rachel smiled. "Sleep well."
"Splendid, actually," Quinn lazily beamed.
"That was the plan," Rachel cooed.
"I haven't seen that show in a while," Quinn mentioned.
"I love it," Rachel grinned. "My parents named me after the character…it's a home token you know…"
"I know."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up your past."
"It's okay," Quinn whispered. "I know the cross I carry is a token…like the R in your locket."
"Exactly…"
"I wish I could forget."
"How about I help you take your mind off of it."
The R, the show…Quinn took a deep breath, this was her final chance.
"I know your name."
"Oh do you," Rachel quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes…" Quinn muttered. "Your name…your name is…"
"Yes, Quinn?"
"It's Rachel."
The knife clanged against the floor.