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(Quinn POV)

I took my golf clubs out to the tool shed and when I got in safely I chucked them in a corner and opened the trap door into my private cellar where I keep my toys. I shoved things in a duffel bag, including cash and grabbed a big case hidden in the corner.

When I got to work, Cindy, my secretary greeted me "Morning Mrs. Fabray, there's trouble in Atlanta again.

"That's what I hear, whatcha got?"

"I got your boarding pass and taxi recipts, get rid of that gum." For some odd reason that old lady hated gum.

"Do you have a tissue?" She handed me a tissue and I spit my gum in it then handed it back.

"And your hotel bill" she continued "now don't lose those, keep them in the envelop".

I grabbed a blue print from Louis and headed to my office "Hey is Santana here?"

"Doors unlocked" Cindy said.

As I looked for my keys the bathroom door opened and Santana came out "Hey babe"

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Same old, same old, people need killing" she walked into her office then backtracked "Oh Q, I might have a get together this weekend, barbeque, no wives, its gonna be awesome"

"Yeah I'll talk to the missus" I shouted over my shoulder and walked into my office.

"Wanna use my cell phone? Maybe give her a call incase you decide you want to scratch your ass and need a hand later. Make sure she thinks it's okay."

"You live with your mother" I shouted though the walls of my office.

"Why would you bring her into this? She happens to be a first class lady, and I don't have to check in with her every time I want to do something."

I flipped a switch and sheets of metal slid over my windows shutting the world out. Everything else she said was lost as I rolled over to my computer as it rose out of the desk. I logged in and the boss started talking.

"Hello Quinn, Quite the body count this week. We have a priority one so I need your expertise. The target's name is Jesse St. James a.k.a. The Tank. He's a direct threat to the firm, DIA custody. They're making a hand off ten miles north of the Mexican border. I need you to make sure the target does not change hands.

(Rachel POV)

When he left I shot out of bed and made some coffee. I grabbed a gun and knife from the hidden compartment in the oven and closed it back up.

Feeling energetic I parked my car a few blocks away and walked the rest of the way to my office. When I got there I went though the scanner like normal, the boss had a new target.

"Sorry to interrupt" the deep voice of my boss came through a speaker. "But we have a situation, you know the completion would love to see us burn so I need you to handle this personally" I exited the scanner to a chorus of "mornings" from women sitting around computers drinking coffee.

Brittany explained the mission and target to me before I left to complete it.

I stood on a makeshift building waiting for the fuckers to drive by. I booted up the equipment and waited. That was until some jackass decided to knock over one of the sensors with his dune buggy.

I stared the person down until I realized that the chick was taking a piss. The target was getting closer. I looked at the dumbass once more only to see that she had pulled a widow maker out of her buggy.

I picked up a gun and shot her as she noticed the urine on her shoe. She was obiously waering a bullet proof vest as she stood up after a few seconds. Then the fucker blew up my hideout and made me miss the target. I jumped on my bike and drove away.

I stormed into the office "I wanna know who that bitch is, get me that tape, get me that tape!"

"Jane, Jane!"

"What!"

"It's father" oh shit, I took the phone from her.

"The FBI secured the package, the windows closed sir."

"I told you we couldn't afford any mistakes on this one."

"There was another player" it was my feeble attempt as an excuse.

"We do not leave witnesses, if this player Id you, well you know the rules. You have forty eight hours to clear the scene."

"Looking forward to it sir" I shut the phone and handed it to the nearest person. "Alright we have a new target lets find out who he is" I said to the group of women.

I stared at the tape of this mysterious woman, right now we had the shot of her peeing on replay. She looked so familiar.

"Rachel it's your wife" Oh my god it's Quinn! "She's back from Atlanta, she wants to know about dinner."

"Tell her Dinners at seven."

(Quinn POV)

"Jesus what did you do? Make a campfire out of it? Why do you want it?" Gwen asked.

"It has sentimental value for its owner."

"Who's that?"

"How do I know? I was hoping you'd tell me."

"So, why you have to know so bad anyway?"

"You know me just trying to return some lost property."

She fiddled around with it some more "Here we go, and upgraded ram module, it's Chinese. Imported by Dynamex, retailed by, uhhh, you know I might be able to get you a billing address. Alright no name just an address, 570 Lexington avenue, suite 5003 New York, you know the place?"

I wasn't one hundred percent sure but it sounded like Rachel's office. I packed up the laptop and got a cab to Lexington, when I got to the building I went straight to the building directory. Suite 5003 Rachel Fabray. Damn I married the enemy.

I sped home but slowed as I reached the house not to alert Rachel. I studied the windows for movement as I drove along the driveway.

I put my wedding band on and entered the house cautiously. Rachel was waiting for me with two martinis in her hands. "Perfect timing"

"As always, that's a nice surprise" I took one of the glasses from her.

"I hope so, you're home early"

"I missed you"

"Hmm, I missed you too, shall we" she nodded towards the table.

"Yes" She walked past me revealing a tub of Draino sitting on the counter. I emptied my drink into one of the potted plants she put around the house, and followed her to the dining room.

She pulled out my chair, only for me to realize that she brought out the chairs that she only uses for company."I thought you only used these for special occasions?"

"This is a special occasion" I set my glass on the table and she took the olives from it and ate them, proving my assumption that she poisoned the drink wrong.

She walked back to the kitchen and I looked around for something to use as a weapon, I grabbed the knife in front of me and tucked it into my jacket pocket. Just in time for her to come back out with dinner.

"Pot roast, my favorite" I commented.

She took the knife and was about to cut when I stood up and grabbed her wrist. "Allow me sweetheart, you've been on your feet all day."

"Thank you" she walked over to the other side of the table where she picked up another knife and started to cut bread.

"So how's work?" I attempted at small talk.

"Actually we had a little trouble with the commission"

"Is that right?"

"A double booking with another firm" she walked over to me "green beans?"

"No thank you"

"You'll have some" she put a spoonful on despite my protests.

"Well I hope everything works out okay"

"It hasn't yet, but it will"

I cut my roast and chewed on a piece while she munched on her beans, eyeing me. I saw another poison that she could've used on the roast. I tugged at my collar "Tried something new?"

"uh huh" I pretended to swallow and wiped my mouth on a napkin spitting the meat in it. "So how was Atlanta?"

"Had a few problems ourselves, some figures didn't add up."

"Big deal?"

"Life or death" I stood up and picked up the wine bottle "wine?" I didn't wait for an answer.

(Rachel POV)

She handed me my glass and held the bottle like she was going to drop it, sure enough she did. I don't know what I was thinking but I caught the bottle, just as quickly I released it. It fell to the floor spilling red wine over my white carpet.

We both ran from the room with excuses of towels. I assumed she went straight for the guns so I went for the car. Once she realized that I drove away she started chasing me. I stopped when the bullet went through my window. I looked to see her just as shocked as me.

She climbed out from behind the fence and stood in front of my car "Accident, honey, Accident" I revved my engine, if she wasn't smart enough to move out of the way that was her problem. "Rachel stop the car now!" I hit her and she got on top of the car yelling at me to stop.

I jumped out as she kicked in the back window and let the car fly off a dead end.

"We need to talk" and she was gone.

I dusted myself off and got a cab to my office, where hopefully Brittany still was.