"Jesse Tyler is hidden, deep within the bowels of the justice system." Charlie tossed down the file in front of Penelope Smith. "I could tell you exactly where but then… I'd have to kill you." Penelope smirked but noticed that Charlie hadn't, the man had been a godsend and succeeded where Gideon and countless others had failed. Of course she had to pay handsomely because of this but it was worth because it, that brat, Lindsay Dwyer had evaded her for too long. Much more dangerous people hadn't evaded her for as long as this brat had.

Charlie knew she was still looking for her and tipped her off.

"Thank you, Charlie."

"Don't thank me, just pay me." She nodded her head and handed him an envelope full of cash. "Nice doing business with you."

"No, wait! Charlie, what would you say to me taking you on as regular member of my team?"

"I would say, lets increase the payment."

"Is fifty thousand dollars too cheap for you?"

"No, it's not me I'm worried about. Sorry, let me correct myself. I am very worried about myself and you too. You are putting your metaphorical head into the mouth of a lion by pursuing her."

"And why is that?" Penelope asked, she tried to calm herself. No one dared talk to her like that, Penelope had been doing this for years and hadn't been burned until now.

"He's taking a liking to this girl, he wants to protect her. So you can go after her but my normal price is going to go up to one hundred thousand dollars per job."

"Is he that dangerous?" Penelope asked, she was curious about the man that no one could put a name too, even Charlie. Who was he? Why was he so dangerous and why was he protecting someone as weak as Lindsay Dwyer?

"Putting your actual head in the mouth of a lion would be less dangerous than doing what you're doing now. I can give you an address on the girl, I can even help out your miserable excuse for an informant but after that I won't do anymore. I'm skating on thin ice as is…" Charlie counted the money in the envelope, "So if there is another job that doesn't require direct contact then I'm there, but until then count me out."

"How do you know he's so dangerous?" Penelope asked as he neared the door, Charlie turned around and smirked. It was a bitter smirk, and his eyes nearly watered.

"I use to work with him. Hell, I trained him."

"Then why is he so dangerous if you trained him?"

"He takes his job very seriously."

"And where did you two work together at?" Penelope asked.

"Like I said, if I told you I would have to kill you." Charlie said and turned around walking out of the door. Days later Charlie informed her of the problem, that Gideon was in the hospital and that no doubt Lindsay Dwyer would be there. She put one hundred thousand dollars in his hands and asked about his old job. He just laughed and she was starting to get real annoyed by that.

"I could kill you, you know that?"

"Is that right, Ms. Smith?"

"Yeah, that's right." She walked over to him and pulled out her gun, and he pulled out his own. She tilted her head to the side slightly shocked, how had he had another gun? Where had he put and how he brandished it so quickly? He smacked the gun out her hand, it slid a few feet behind him and he stepped closer to her. "You're good."

"You have no idea, I'll be leaving now. Be careful."

"I can handle him."

"You really think so…" He chuckled and left her office leaving the silver gun in the middle of the floor.

"What do you want?" Quinn asked, Penelope stepped into the room fully and smiled at her. "I know you didn't come here to smile at me."

"No, I want to see that smug little face one more time before I have you peeled like a grape." Quinn looked at Gideon and then back to Penelope, "You thought he actually loved you? You thought he actually cared? This is the second man I paid to pretend to love you, you insufferable little…"

"Are you done, yet?" Quinn asked, Penelope was surprised to see not fear in her eyes but annoyance. "Is this supposed to be your twisted version of threatening me? Is this what the world seems to fear? You're monologuing and it's annoying." Penelope walked around the bed nearing closer to her. Penelope didn't hear him, didn't feel his presence in the room but did cry out as he pulled her backwards by her hair, her feet flew up in front of her and she fell onto the ground hard. Huck squatted over her pushing the needle into the soft skin of her neck.

"I told you to be careful." He said, her pulse was dropping but she was still alive. He could kill her right now, snap her neck or strangle her unconscious body, but he was in front of Quinn.

"I was."

"You just assumed I was coming?" Huck asked, her pulled out a zip tie and began to bind her hands together.

"You've been watching me for quite some time, I doubt you'd just let me walk into a risky situation." Huck remained quiet, if she knew that he was watching her that meant she had been in his private room. He knew sooner or later she would go in but hadn't expected her to be so anxious.

"Just because I care about what happens to you doesn't mean you should be needlessly wreckless."

"I've got a question about that guy on your wall, there's only one picture of him. Why?"

"Because the last time I saw him was in California."

"But I've seen him recently."

"Where?" Huck asked, he looked up at her and noticed something shiny and sharp in her hands. Of course Quinn was prepared for anything, he wasn't sure what she had but knew she would have used it on Penelope if necessary. As he thought about it, Quinn may have possibly killed Penelope.

No, Quinn was a lot of things but not a murderer, he tried to push those ideas out of his mind.

"Bakery. Near twelfth street."

"Good. Now help me pick her up."

"What? I am not carrying her out of here? It's bad enough she wants me dead." Huck stared at her, he stared at her until she finally moved from her position in her chair and picked her bound hands. "Oh, she's heavier than she looks."

"All bodies are."

"How many …. unconscious bodies are heavy? Have you ever carried any light ones?" Quinn asked.

"You." She tensed, froze and almost dropped Penelope's hands. She caught her quickly and continued to walk down the empty hallway towards an exit. "You were surprisingly light."

"Surprisingly?" Quinn looked up to see him focused on carrying her feet. He cradled her legs carefully making sure not to apply too much pressure unless there would be visible proof that something happened.

"I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant." Quinn continued to carry her half of the body silently until she couldn't help but ask questions. Ever since she met him she had a question, unfortunately he was the most interesting man she knew, and also one of the most dangerous men too. "So I was the lightest?"

"Technically, yes."

"What do you mean, technically?"

"You were sleep. You wouldn't wake up. So I guess you were unconscious."

"How many unconscious bodies have you moved?" She asked, he sighed pushed the door open with his foot and moved to carry her across the vacant parking lot.

"A lot."

"How much is a lot? Is it classified?" Quinn asked.

"If I told you you wouldn't be able to… look… let's just drop it." Quinn did just that. She dropped Penelope's body and Huck couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't mean her."

"I know."

"You have a bad mean streak."

"You have no idea." She said and smirked while huck tossed her body over his shoulders and carried her to the trunk that was already open. Quinn looked down at the woman and for a second she felt bad. She felt like her old self, the girl who would have pitied this woman and warned her that a dangerous man was behind her. No, she watched with pleasure as Huck took her down. Even though she saw the pictures and knew he was devoted to her, she still wondered why. Why did he protect her so fiercely? "I'm sorry…" She said as soon as he got in the car with her.

"What? What are you sorry for?"

"Penelope. Gideon. I was… I wasn't thinking right… I should be more careful."

"There's nothing wrong with caring about people, I would be more worried if you didn't go. You cared about him and even though he may have messed you over, it would be strange if you didn't feel something for him."

"It's just… ever since I've came here I've cared less and less. I guess it really began with Jesse. I should have cared that he was missing, I should have made calls and alerted Sam but I didn't. I was actually relieved and that made me feel even worse. Knowing Jesse was far away and being held relieved me." Huck listened, he wanted to tell her she wasn't a bad person for feeling these things. He wanted to tell her it was only normal but he was supposed to be keeping his distance, he was supposed to professional.

They worked together.

They lived together.

The only thing they hadn't done was had sex and he knew not to cross that threshhold. Not only would Olivia be upset, he would only end up hurting Quinn in the end. Right now she didn't even trust him enough to cross that line, not that he was giving the idea that much thought.

"Does that make me a bad person?"

"No."

"Then what does it make me?"

"Human. You weren't relieved to punish him, you just were relieved because you were free for a moment. You didn't have to think about or worry about him, right?"

"But I should have been! He was missing."

"That's where we'll agree to disagree."

"Billy has been to visit Gideon five times since he slipped into a coma." Huck said, "It's not by accident. I went to Gideon's safe house, grabbed his laptop and Billy had been sending him emails about Amanda Tanner."

"But Gideon believed the baby wasn't the Presidents but Billy's, maybe Gideon threatened to come forward and Billy panicked." Quinn said.

"Where is Billy Chambers now?" Olivia asked.

"On TV…" Abby grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, they just missed the words he said but saw him walking off the podium. "What the hell happened?"

"He's leaving and won't rest until he finds the man who killed Amanda Tanner, his pregnant girlfriend." QUinn said, she looked up to see Abby and Harrison staring at her oddly. "No one else can read lips in here?"

"Does he know its Charlie?" Harrison asked.

"I think he's calling out the President. If Amanda never slept with him, she never would have been targeted. It's a veiled threat." The doors flew open and David Rosen marched down the hall with five police officers. "What the hell is going on?" Olivia asked, she blocked the conference room door. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for her, Lindsay Dwyer, who is wanted for killing six Cytron employees. Now are you going to let me by or am I going to have to force my way in?"

Author's Note: The plot is thickening... and this is about the point in which is makes a sharp left away from the show and tapers off into a different plot.