Alex Russo made her way out of the elevator and to her office. Her arm was in a sling and she had 2 stitches on her temple.

"Good God Russo. What the hell are you doing back?" Quinn asked her with wide eyes. The brunette smiled at her.

"You can't keep Alex Russo away from action." She replied proudly. Quinn rolled her eyes and eyed her stitches.

"Well Russo, the last time you couldn't stay away from action, you were in the hospital for a week, you broke your arm, got shot in the same arm and got a concussion. Haven't you learned to wait for back up?" The blonde responded, her hazel eyes filled with amusement. The brunette shrugged.

"Alex Russo doesn't wait for back-up." She responded her voice filled with sarcasm. The blonde gave a frustrated sigh.

"Stop speaking in 3rd person!" She exclaimed. The brunette smirked and nodded.

"Where's Puckerman? Isn't her your temporary partner?" Alex asked, while looking around the lab.

"Yeah he is but since your back, we'll be working the case." Quinn told her.

"Alright. What is it?" She asked curiously.

"Homicide. Right off Central. Young woman, about 19, she was stabbed and bled to death. There were no prints and the only trace we found was semen." Quinn handed her a crème folder.

"Rape?" The brunette asked as she flipped through the crime scene pictures and the police report.

"It's a possibility, we ran a rape kit. Just in case."

"All right. Tell Chang to give me a full report." Alex said distractedly.

"Um, actually Tina got moved to a different case. "We got a new Detective. She's from Colorado I think." Quinn replied.

"Damn, and just when I started to like her." Alex said with a smile. "Who's the newbie?"

"Michelle Torres. But she prefers Mitchie."

"Is she hot?" Alex asked seriously. Quinn rolled her eyes. Shaking her head.

"She is actually."

"Awesome." Was the reply Alex gave. Quinn rolled her eyes again and started walking to her office with Alex when Sam stopped her in the hall.

"Hey Quinn." He whispered shyly, a blush on his cheeks. Which only caused Quinn to be uncomfortable.

"Hi Sam." She replied politely. He smiled at her and handed her a paper.

"We got a match in the system to the semen you found."

"Great who is it?" She looked down at the paper and found a picture of a man. He was 25 years old.

"Bryce Coleman. He was in the system. He was charged with attempted rape and robbery." Sam answered. Quinn looked at Alex and smiled.

"Looks like we got him." The blonde said as she handed Alex the paper.

"Not quite. Says here he's on parole. He lives down in Queens. That's a good 45 minutes away from the crime scene."

"Well let's get Torres and Lopez to bring him in." Alex smiled and nodded.

"Okay, get Peirce to run test on the bed sheets and tell Hummel to work on the door." Alex told her. The blonde nodded and turned towards the lab.

"Good to have you back Russo." She smiled and walked down the hall. Alex smiled.

"It's good to be back." She whispered as she followed Sam back to DNA for more results.

The brunette stood against the door. Her arm was bleeding profusely as she cursed under her breath. The side of her head had a slight cut and in her hand was a gun. She sunk into the door and sighed in pain as it made contact with her arm. Alex looked around her; there was no sign of him anywhere.

"Damnit." She said furiously as the bleeding got worse. Her teeth were bared as she tried to pull the bullet out of her arm. Her gun was forgotten on the floor. She looked around and for once wished that Quinn was there to help her.

"Russo!" She heard a yell coming from the outside of the warehouse. "God Damnit it Russo!" She heard shortly after. A smile crept onto her face.

"In here Fabray!" She yelled, a few minutes later Quinn burst in with Santana hot on her heels. Blaine was with them and so was Hudson.

"Damn Russo. Wait for back-up next time!" The fiery Latina snapped. Quinn helped her up as Blaine and Finn went through the warehouse looking for the drug dealer that got away from the bust.

Quinn and Santana carried her outside, the Latina cursing in Spanish the whole time. Alex gave them a smile as the paramedics put her on a gurney.

"Alexandra Russo, you are in deep shit." The blonde told her angrily. Alex rolled her eyes.

"I'm alive aren't I?"

"Barely!" The brunette yelled, her tan cheeks dark with color. Alex shrugged, but winced from the pain.

The Latina cursed once again in Spanish. Quinn sighed and shook her head.

"Guys I'm fine!" Alex shouted but at that moment everything went dark. The last thing she heard was

"Damnit Russo!"

Alex woke up with a start. Her eyes found hazel once as Quinn looked at her with worry.

"You okay Alex?" She asked. The brunette nodded and looked up at the blonde.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired." She responded. Quinn nodded.

"Well Lopez brought in Coleman. He's in interrogation right now." Quinn told her. Alex nodded again and rubbed her eyes. She was tired beyond belief but she couldn't stand being in her apartment alone.

"Let's go." She replied.

"You sure, your ok?" Quinn asked again. Alex nodded.

"I am now that I had your Dr. Pepper from the lounge." Alex smirked.

"Damnit Russo!" Quinn scowled, which only made Alex chuckle.

A/N: Holy shizz! The response for this was amazing! Holy crap! I effing love you guys.

Haha for you people waiting for an update on BCD…it will be up later tonight hopefully. On LL, I didn't get a very good response so we'll see where we go with that.

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