AN- In this story Puck did have Beth, and gave her up for adoption, but not with Quinn he had her with his wife that died giving birth to Beth. This chapter he's going to find out where Beth is.

Puck's POV

"No one is ever in to deep." I told her fiercely.

"You can try to protect me all you want, but I know it's too late to leave. I've excepted that fact and moved on." She replied back, indifferent.

"I'm not going to TRY to protect you I AM going to protect you. I don't care if it's all of the freaking Mafia on one side and it's just me on the other. I'll die trying." I sternly declared. I felt some sort of connection to this brunette.

"Why do you care?" She asked me in a strangled voice.

"Because for the first time since my wife died I have felt some sort of strong connection that's more than I have felt in a long time." I looked her in the eye.

"Noah, I feel that way too, but its wrong. You can't leave your job and I can't leave mine." Her intense brown gaze held so many different emotions. I leaned forward. I stopped when I was almost to her lips and she nodded, resigned. We were about to make contact, when the harsh ring of her cell phone shocked us. She answered it.

"Beth, honey, what's wrong?" Rachel asked, her voice sounding normal

"What? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Rachel hung up the cell.

"What's wrong?" I knew my voice sounded alarmed, but I was confused right now.

"My friend, Sam Evans, was just in a gang fight and they took him to jail because he didn't leave quickly enough. I have to go get him." She stood up.

"Well, I hate to break it to you but you face is all over the station. They'll notice you a mile away." I told her still disappointed we didn't kiss.

"I don't care! Sam Evans is my best friend, I would take a bullet for him. Now, I'm going!" She stormed out of the shop. I rolled my eyes. She was a drama queen.

"Wait, at least put on some sort of disguise!" I called to her. She briefly nodded. Then she waved to me as she took off running somewhere. I sighed. I was head over heels in love with a gangster. What a thing to tell your mother.

*Later at the station*

I had drove around trying to clear the small brunette out of my head, but if anything, she got into my head even more. When I finally got to the station I saw her sitting with thick sunglasses, a purple hoodie, with a black fleece over it. Her hair was what shocked me. Instead of long brunette hair, she had dirty blonde. At first I didn't know it was Rachel, but she had taken of her glasses and her color contacted green eyes winked at me.

"Mam, may I help you?" I asked her, trying to keep a straight face.

"That would be lovely officer." She said in a surprisingly real British accent. I motioned for her to go into my office. I held the door open for her. I looked at Quinn who happened to be ogling Sam Evans. She caught my noticing, she blushed and looked down at her desk. I closed the door and locked it behind me.

"So, may I ask your name Miss?" I teased.

"I told Quinn that it was Alexandria Evans. She asked 'Are you Mrs. Evans?' like really fiercely and I shook my head and told her I was his sister, who moved to Europe with my mother when I was 1, and we have been recently reunited." She performed flawlessly.

"You could have been an actor." I teased her. She grinned and bowed.

"So do you know when Sammie can be let out?" she asked me, her –temporarily- green eyes looked sober.

"Well, now I guess he has a 'relative' to pick him up, and no one noticed he was a Crip, so I guess your good to go." I said as she stood up. We shook hands. I pulled her in with one smooth fluid motion. And I kissed her. She made no move to stop me, and our tongues danced teasingly towards each other, then it was all heat. But it seemed like only a second, we pulled away, gasping for air.

"I really care about you, so if you ever need anything just call." I said, handing her my business card.

"Thank you officer." She said in a cute British voice. Then we both left the office. Rachel left to go find Sam. I talked to Quinn.

"So, looks like little Miss Innocent wants to bring home a jail bird to Mommy and Daddy, huh?" I asked her, and she turned crimson.

"Ah- uh-erm." She stuttered. She was cut off because Rachel came with Sam in tow.

"Thanks!" she said brightly and then left the building. I gazed longingly after her.

"Someone's digging the jail bird's sister." She jibed back.

"More than you'll ever know." I told her smiling slightly. Then I went home.

*2:00 AM*

I was about to drift off to sleep when my phone rang, an unfamiliar number. I answered.

"Hullo." I said groggily.

"Noah, it's Rachel! Santana found your business card and showed it to the boss, he took Beth away, and said he was comin for me next!" she said.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon. Just stay on the lie with me." I told her.

"Just please hurry- NOOOOOO!" Then the line went dead.

AN- SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER! I"LL TRY TO HAVE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON