So, Upon recounting the votes. The results are as follows:

Yes - 17
No - 11

That also includes 2 non-review answers from two friends of mine. I've noticed it's a hell of a lot closer then it was after chapter 1. Why did so many of you change your answers from yes to no?

Remember, voting will continue throughout this chapter and the next chapter. If you've already voted, and you want to change it, then change it :)

Next clue to the survey question, you already know that a yes will make the story longer and involve more overcoming and a no will make it shorter and easier. Here's your next clue:

A yes will severely impact the lives of Quinn and Rachel Berry-Fabray.

A no won't impact their lives at all.

Oh what the hell, I'll throw in another clue. What you're voting for, does not have anything to do with the life of Quinn. Quinn lives, no matter what you decide. I could never kill Quinn she's like...awesome.

Please remember, no matter what the outcome...this WILL! have a happy ending.

One last thing, this is beta'd by me, myself, and I. So mistakes are my own :) Oh, you get to see Quinn in this chapter. Not for long though. That'll come later on.

The First 24
Chapter 2

December 20 – 8:00 AM
-14 hours missing-

"Assistant District Attorney Quinn Berry-Fabray's abandoned vehicle was found last night after midnight. The attorney is still missing."

Rachel hadn't moved from her place on the sofa. Her eyes never left the television screen. She hadn't eaten since Santana and Brittany had brought her home the night before. They had stayed awake with her all evening. All conversation was kept to a minimum. Brittany and Santana even took shifts holding a crying Rachel.

Everybody was at a loss.

Even Santana had shed some tears, when she thought she was alone. Quinn was her best friend. They'd been together almost since birth. She knew the blonde longer than anybody else, except for Judy and Russell Fabray. But since they're death in a car accident a little over five years ago, they no longer counted. 38 years knowing a person would do that. Santana stayed in the shower early in the morning for almost an hour and just cried.

Brittany had been torn. She'd heard her wife crying in the bathroom, but she also had one of her best friend's crying over her missing wife. The dancer knew she couldn't comfort both of them. After she rested her hand on the bathroom door she had retreated back into the living room to wrap her arms around the smaller brunette. They cried together for several hours last night.

Santana and Brittany didn't want to leave the diva alone. They couldn't leave her alone. Not now. Not ever.

It was at that moment that they all finally realized just how dangerous Quinn's job really was.

December 20 – 9:00 AM
-15 hours missing-

"Wake up you bitch!"

The following sting on her cheek caused her to stir out of her slumber. "Ah!" Out of reaction she attempted to lift her hand to tend to her stinging cheek. It was then she realized they were shackled above her head. Her eyes slowly opened.

Around her she saw nothing but stone. Cement blocks most likely. Above her head, her vision was blinded some by a single light bulb. It's chain hung down in the middle of the room. Another attempt to move revealed to her that her legs were tied down by the ankle. Soon following it dawned on her that she was naked. "Where am I?"

She squinted her eyes in an attempt to look at the man who was on the other side of the light. The light obscured her view and all she saw was his shadow. "Oh you don't recognize me Quinn?" He stepped closer to her, finally coming into her view. A gasp escaped her throat. She did recognize him. Her heart sank to near her stomach. Jim Fields. A name she'd never forget. He was the man that was still giving her nightmares. Ten years later.

"You should be in jail." She dared to throw back at him. She really was in no position to talk back to him. It was in her blood though.

In high school Quinn was in charge of everything. She never backed down from a challenge. Or for that matter, a fight. Especially what was about to become a fight for her life. That's what she assumed anyway, based on her knowledge of Jim's past. She was a Fabray. And the Fabrays were a proud people who never backed down. They never let any fear show. Fear is what the enemy thrived off of. Showing no fear tells them they're not getting to you. That's what Quinn had to do, be strong.

"Let's just say, I was a good boy." He ran his finger through his short black hair as he knelt down beside her. She wasted no time in spitting in his face. Big mistake. He simply let out a dry laugh before bringing his hand across the back of her face. "That's not how a lady's suppose to act."

"Fuck you, pig." Quinn didn't hesitate in spitting in his face again. The resounding slap caused the entire left side of her face to hurt. She felt tears stinging her eyes. Her ears barely registered his cursing before the door slammed shut and she was left alone to her thoughts.

She should be at home right now. But what time was 'right now'? With no windows in her room she honestly had no idea whether it was morning or evening. She didn't even know how long she'd been unconscious for before waking up. She should be at home, with her wife, finishing the final preparations with Santana and Brittany for their Christmas Party on Saturday.

She wasn't supposed to be here.

She wasn't supposed to be naked.

She wasn't supposed to die.

December 20 – 6:24 PM
-24.5 hours missing-

"Rachel?" Santana called out when the tiny diva suddenly stood up. It was the first time she'd moved in more than ten hours, other than to go to the bathroom. This time though, she was heading toward the back door. "Rachel it's freezing outside. Put a coat on."

She was numb to any pain. The sub-zero temperatures outside didn't mean a thing to her. She just wrapped her arms around her chest and stepped out onto the back deck. Off in the distance she looked at the line of trees that separated their yard from the highway on the other side. She thought back to all the times she stood in that exact same spot and watched her wife on the riding lawn mower. She'd be the good little housewife and wait until she was done. After she'd finished she'd always have a glass of lemonade waiting for her. Or sometimes she'd have a beer waiting. But she could remember watching her every single time she worked in the yard. What if she never got that luxury again?

Her mind drifted to the last time all four of the friends were together. It was Thanksgiving and Jeffrey, his wife Eileen, and their two children, Jessica and Alex had also joined them. She remembered laughing and sharing a drink with Brittany and Eileen while watching their spouses and the children playing football in the yard. Quinn and Santana could get so competitive with each other. Rachel was actually thankful they were on the same team for once against Jeff and the two kids.

"She's okay ya know." Santana spoke as she draped a heavy wool blanket over her dear friend's shoulders. She stepped up beside her and leaned against the railing to look out over the snow covered yard.

"I… I really want to believe that Santana. But I just don't know if I can." She looked down at her feet. "We're supposed to be planning our annual Christmas party right now. How can I even have a Christmas without her here? Huh?" Her sad eyes turned to look at Santana. The Latina just stood there, watching and listening as Rachel let everything out. "I'm so numb right now. Not from the extremely low temperatures. It's almost as if I've completely forgotten how to feel anything. Every time I think of Quinn my heart aches. It feels like it's going to just crumble any second it hurts so much. The last thing I heard her tell me was 'see you tonight.' That's the last thing she said before she walked out the door. I wasn't even the last one to see her, you were."

Santana opened her arms when Rachel started to step closer. The two had a strange relationship at best. It was much like the Latina's relationship with Quinn. Always bickering over something or another, but always there when they needed them most. And right now, Rachel needed her most, just like she needed Rachel most. Out of her, Rachel, and Brittany, she knew her and Rachel's relationship with Quinn was the strongest. "She's a fighter Rach."

"I'm well aware of that Santana. But what if she's out there just laying on the side of the road somewhere calling out for one of us, but nobody can hear her because nobody's looking for her."

"They are looking for her." Santana rested her head against the tiny diva's and closed her eyes. Everything Rachel was saying was right. She knew it was right, but she didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. Their Quinn was still out there. She just knew it.

"They're doing a horrible job of it though. The first 24 to 48 hours are the most crucial in locating a missing person." She found herself shivering and pressing herself closer into Santana's embrace. "I just want my wife back."

"I know…"

Silence fell between them. No words were spoken. The only sound coming from the shorter brunette as she fought with tears. She was tired of crying. She'd always hating losing control of her emotions. No matter how much she was tormented as a child and teen, she never once cried. Why couldn't she control her emotions now? And why was she crying on Santana's shoulder of all people?

"Guys, I made dinner." Brittany spoke softly from the sliding glass door. She gave her wife a sad smile. Brittany wasn't as dumb as people always treated her. She was well away of what was going on. Her best friend was gone. Her other best friend was horribly sad. And she hated when people were sad. Her own wife insisted that they both stay with Rachel. Especially now. Christmas was in a few days. This was the worse time of year for anybody to be alone.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Rachel just shook her head. She did though pull away from Santana to go back inside. She wasn't hungry. She was just cold. With the blanket still wrapped around her she made her way up the steps toward her and Quinn's bedroom. She grabbed their wedding picture from her dresser before curling up in a ball on her own side of the bed.

Brittany helped her shorter wife out of her jacket. Her eyes following the path that Rachel took, even though she was long out of sight. "San, I'm worried about her."

The Latina let out a sigh. She placed her hand on Brittany's arm. "She thinks… She thinks Q's…" She couldn't finish her sentence, but the look in the blonde's eyes told her she understood. She walked away before tears could fall down her cheeks. Truth be told, she thought the same. What Rachel had told her was right. The first 24-48 hours were the most important when finding a missing person. With each passing hour the rate of death grew exponentially.

"Who would do this to her?" The dancer followed her wife into the kitchen where she'd prepared one of Rachel's favorite meals. Vegan lasagna.

Santana just shook her head without a clue. She pulled three place out of the cabinet near the sink. Even though Rachel said she wasn't hungry, she was at least going to make sure she had food waiting for her. Santana dished lasagna onto each of the three plates.

Her heart broke when she pushed open the door to Rachel's bedroom. The tiny brunette had appeared to have fallen asleep. There was a metal picture frame clutched to her chest with one hand. Her other arm was wrapped tightly around a pillow. Santana assumed that the pillow belonged to Quinn. She carefully placed the plate on the table near the side of the bed Rachel was sleeping on.

She was at a total loss as to what to do. Santana hated when she had no control over a situation. Especially a situation so horrible. After fixing the blanket that covered Rachel's body she flipped the light off and returned to the kitchen.

Her thoughts kept going to what Brittany had said to her. Who would do this to Quinn?

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