A/N: I'm trying my best to do daily updates but if that suddenly stops, sorry. I wil try not to go more than 2 or 3 days without updating the story. Unless you think it's moving too fast, just let me know and I'll slow it down. ;)

After four days, Brittany was ready for a day off. Luckily this day was her last work shift until Sunday, when she and Jim would start their night shifts.

"I'm so tired," Quinn said, leaning back on the lockers.

It was 5:30 in the morning and both were getting ready to start their last shift.

"Me too. Only 12 more hours," Brittany said, "I love going out there, but... guess I just need to get my body used to the schedule."

"This job is seriously cutting into my time," Quinn said, finishing up putting on her uniform, "I'm missing all my favorite shows."

"You are such a dork," Brittany teased, "Shows? Really?"

"Yes," Quinn said, "My couch, TV and wine sound like a fantastic time."

"You know," Brittany began as she buttoned her shirt, "You are so lucky to have met me. You'd never go out."

Quinn laughed.

"Q, if it weren't for me, you'd be in some sort of party-phobia rehab," Brittany teased back.

"I have no doubt about that," Quinn said, "Ok then, let's go out tonight."

"Ugh," Brittany grunted. The last thing she wanted was to go out to some club.

"Really?," Quinn asked, "You just made fun of me for not going out and now you're complaining about going out?"

"I'm all for a good time, "Brittany said, "but I'm so tired. Ugh."

"Don't even make that noise," Quinn warned, "This is probably the last time for a while, where you, me and Puck have the same schedule. Let's not waste it."

"Way to use the guilt trip," Brittany said, now finally dressed.

"So yes then?" Quinn asked, smiling.

"Fine," Brittany said, sounding defeated.

"Fantastic," Quinn said, "Maybe we should go..."

"Good morning," came a voice from down the aisle.

Brittany turned around to see a woman approach them. She turned to Quinn who seemed to recognize her.

"Good morning, Officer Cohen-Chang," Quinn said.

"Hi," Tina said again, "Just wanted to greet you guys...since we're the only ones in this aisle... you know, didn't want to be rude."

Brittany watched as this flustered woman speak. She found it sort of cute, "Hi," Brittany said extending her hand, "I'm Brittany S. Pierce."

"Nice to meet you," Tina said shaking hands, and a big smile, "Tina Cohen-Chang."

"How have you been?" Quinn asked, "Haven't seen you since the meeting a couple of days ago.

"Oh fine, fine," Tina said, "Busy. Very busy..."

There was a bit of an awkward silence.

"So," Brittany suddenly said, "Are you a rookie too?"

"Me?" Tina asked surprised, "Nope, no. I've been on the force for two years. I mean, I'm not exactly a seasoned veteran, but I've passed the rookie phase."

"That's great," Brittany said. There was something endearing about Tina that made Brittany smile.

"Well," Tina said, "I don't want to keep you guys. I should go get dressed."

"It's fine," Quinn said, "Come say hi any time."

"Will do," Tina said, "Have a good shift."

"You too," Brittany and Quinn said at once.

Tina walked to the opposite end of the aisle while Brittany and Quinn put their stuff way and closed up their lockers.

On the way out, Brittany spoke again.

"She's adorable," Brittany said as they walked the corridors of the station.

"That's the girl from the restaurant," Quinn said, "The one we saw having dinner with Kurt."

"Oh really?" Brittany asked, surprised, "So that's who you didn't want to be out-of-work friends with? She's great."

"She seems nice," Quinn said, "She and her friend came up to introduce themselves after the rundown meeting a couple of days ago."

"I like her," Brittany said as they entered the room where their morning meeting was being held, "And Kurt. I finally met him yesterday."

"I think she knows who I am," Quinn said softly as they sat down. The room was full of a handful of officers.

"Tina? What makes you think that?" Brittany asked.

"I don't know, just a feeling I have."

"So she hasn't said anything?"

"No," Quinn said.

"You know Quinn," Brittany began, "It's not like your last name is Smith or something popular. Fabray isn't that common."

"Hey, you don't know," Quinn answered, "L.A. is a multicultural city. There could be thousands of Fabrays."

"Yeah, your cousins," Brittany said.

"Shut up."

"Maybe she doesn't know," Brittany said, "You've done a good job of keeping out of the public eye. Hell, a majority of the public doesn't even know the mayor even has a daughter. Just two sons."

"I was glad to give Wesley and Robert the job of the public Fabray children," Quinn said.

"You're like the third child of Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne," Brittany joked.

"These a third?" Quinn asked surprised.

"Exactly," Brittany said.

###

Santana laid by her pool in white cotton pants and white tank top, enjoying the LA sun hitting her body. She loved to spend her mornings off just lounging and trying to forget her stressful job for a bit.

She took a sip of her ice tea, her mind drifted to the robbery from a couple of days ago. As much as she tried to keep work at work, sometimes it was impossible.

The three victims had been friends enjoying an evening together watching a movie. It appeared as if the intruders had not expected anyone to be home. Evidence collected had showed that this deadly break-in was most likely the work of the same people who had already robbed six houses in West LA.

Why did they kill this time, Santana wondered.

Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID.

"Hey Sam," Santana said.

"Well finally," Sam said, "I've been trying to get a hold of you for ages."

"My schedule has been pretty hectic," Santana said.

"The robberies?" Sam asked, "Please tell me you guys have something."

"Nothing concrete," Santana said, "Have you talked to the lead Detectives? They'd know more than me."

"I will," Sam said, "The mayor wants some answers. I mean, shit, these assholes killed three people."

"We'll catch them," Santana assured.

"Not according to Sugar Motta," Sam said, "Have you been reading her articles?"

Santana let out a breath, "Yeah."

"I hope that girl doesn't mess up the investigation with her articles," Sam said, "The mayor wants to make sure the department isn't leaking info to the press."

Santana's mind immediately went to Officer Pierce, "I doubt that," Santana said, "We both know that Sugar has a way of finding stuff out. No matter what the obstacles."

"That's true."

"Have they given you a new partner to annoy you yet?" Sam asked.

"Not yet and that's all right with me," Santana said.

"It's been almost a week hasn't it?" Sam asked, "Are you allowed to patrol alone that long?"

"Not really," Santana said, "I've been splitting my time between desk duty at the station and going out on light calls. It's still great though. It's like a working vacation."

"You never could play well with others," Sam teased.

"I play just fine," Santana said, "It's other people who are the problem."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

"So," Santana said, "Did you just call me to talk shop?"

"No, of course not," Sam said, "I was calling you to invite you to lunch today. You up for it?"

"Sure," Santana said.

"Great! So just come by city hall and we'll get some burgers or something."

"I'll be there," Santana said.

After they had hung up, Santana picked up her iPad and read Sugar's latest article on the robberies. There was information that was even new to Santana. Again, she thought of the young rookie.

Maybe she did say something, Santana thought.

She made a mental note to talk to her again.

###

"I'm starving," Jim said, "Let's hit downtown for lunch."

"Are we allowed to go that far from our area?" Brittany asked.

"We have to go to the main station to file some paperwork," Jim said, "Well, I do anyway. I worked out of the downtown station up until about three weeks before you got here."

"Oh really?" Brittany asked "Why'd you come to the West side?"

"Less hours," Jim said, "I always ended up working overtime when I was downtown. I needed to spend more time with my wife and kids."

"I understand," Brittany said, sympathetically, "That's important."

"Yeah. So you up for a detour?"

"Yeah sure," Brittany said, "I'd love to see the downtown station again. I did some work there while I was still in the academy. Extra credit sort of thing."

Brittany and Jim rode in silence for a while, for which she was grateful. She was counting down the hours for her shift to be over. She needed a break. She couldn't get the triple homicide she saw out of her mind.

She thought back to the officer that had accused her of talking to the reporter and a bit of the anger she felt at being questioned like that, returned. She hadn't seen Officer Lopez since that day, and she hoped she wouldn't.

She's probably in another division, Brittany thought, Thank God for small favors.

Surprisingly, traffic was light and they got to downtown pretty quickly. Jim drove into the officer parking.

"I should only be like 15 minutes," Jim said, "Just some paperwork from a case I worked on."

"No problem," Brittany said.

They parked and got out of the car and began walking into the main station. Brittany really liked it here, and had even hoped to be assigned here. The station was bigger than hers and was the home-base for many of the detectives. That was Brittany's next step. To make detective.

"Alright," Jim said once they reached the elevators, "Do you want to come up with me or hang out here?"

"Where are you going?" Brittany asked.

"Up to talk to a detective," Jim said.

"You're going to the detective floor?" Brittany asked a bit excited.

Jim let out a laugh, "Come on let's go."

###

Santana walked into city hall wearing jeans, a light blue top and sandals. She went straight to Sam's office and was immediately greeted by Sam's assistant, Finn.

"Hey Santana."

"Hey Finn," Santana said with a smile, "How are you?"

"Doing good. And you?"

"No complaints," Santana said, "Sam ready? We're supposed to have lunch?"

"Go on in," Finn said, "He's waiting for you."

Santana entered the office and saw that Sam was on the phone.

"...so nothing? You're telling me you have nothing new?..." Sam asked, upset, "...I'm coming down there right now..."

Just fucking great, Santana thought, I come down here and he's blowing me off.

Sam hung up and turned to Santana, "I'm not canceling."

"Sounds that way," Santana said.

"We just have to stop by the LAPD headquarters for a minute," Sam said, "I just need an update on these robberies."

"I didn't know you've been promoted to police chief," Santana said.

"Break-ins that have turned to murder has got the mayor concerned," Sam said, "She's asked me to make sure everything is being done to catch these assholes."

"Would she be asking you to do this if this was happening in the South side?" Santana asked, "Not too many campaign contributors down there."

"That's not fair Santana," Sam said, "Judy's not like that. She'd want this case to get resolved no matter where it was happening."

"If you say so," Santana said, unconvinced, "So we eating or what?"

"Just a quick stop at headquarters," Sam said.

"Fine," Santana said, letting out a breath.

###

While Jim was in his meeting, Brittany had spotted Detective Jerry Fox among one of the many desks on the detective's floor. Brittany had met him at the academy where he had taught a few classes Brittany, Quinn and Puck were enrolled in.

"I thought you were working the valley," Brittany said as she sat in in the chair in front of Jerry's desk.

"I had put in a transfer and it went through about two weeks before you guys graduated," Jerry said, "How are Quinn and Puck?"

"Good," Brittany said smiling, "We all got assigned the same station."

"What a coincidence," Jerry said, smiling.

Brittany was glad to see Jerry. Quinn and Puck had teased her about having a crush on him.

"Pure coincidence," Brittany said, a bit playfully.

"So you still want to make detective?" Jerry asked.

"More than anything," Brittany said, "I'm already studying for my test."

"Eager I see," Jerry said, with a chuckle, "That's good."

"Hey, do you know anything about the robberies on the West side?" Brittany asked.

"I'm actually going to start working on them," Jerry said, "Apparently the mayor is up the department's ass to get this solved so they're bringing in more detectives."

"I was at the last crime scene," Brittany said, letting out a breath, "It was brutal. I'd never seen so much blood."

"We all have to see our first one," Jerry said, sympathetically.

"Yeah. So, listen, I'd love to help catch them," Brittany said, "So if you need any help. Quinn and Puck said they want to help too."

"Ambitious," Jerry said, "I like it. I might take you up on that."

"Great," Brittany said, glad that she might get a chance to work this case no matter how small a scale.

###

"15 minutes, I promise," Sam said as they rode the elevator up to see the chief of police.

"I'm timing you," Santana said.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you," Sam began, "Have you worked with Quinn Fabray? She's at the same station as you."

"I know," Santana said, "By the way, thanks for telling me the mayor's daughter is on the force."

"You never asked," Sam said, "Quinn is a great person who hates the limelight. You don't know how many times Judy has asked her to political functions and every time she's refused."

"Why did she become a cop," Santana asked, curious.

"You'll have to ask her that," Sam said.

The elevator stopped on detective's floor and they got out.

"Alright," Sam began as they got out, "Hang out here for a bit and I'll be right back."

"Fine," Santana said.

Sam disappeared down the labyrinth of desks to the chief's office. Santana walked around trying to see if there was anyone she knew that she could go visit. She had a few friends at headquarters, but at this hour, most were either out to lunch or on the street.

As she scanned the room she saw someone she didn't expect.

-TBC-